#and meanwhile their bluntness comes out in different circles

[sleepy-aletheas]

"The value of language is not limited to words. A unified language helps to govern thoughts. Language is the bottom line, rules, weapons, and violence. By making our language unique, we can open up a special path to the relative completion of minds.

Governing thoughts may appear meaningless to some, but to others, it has a very significant meaning. Individuals' pursuit of uniqueness gives rise to various languages and media. People are controlled by language under many circumstances."

-- excerpt of Alhaitham's Vision Story

The more I stare at this, the more Alhaitham makes so much sense in a thematical way. This was from a book he read on a research trip. Was it during his Akademiya days? Post-graduation? Both make sense in their own ways.

If he was still a student, him latching onto the possibility of expressing himself in different, unconventional ways that fitted him more could explain the dissonance between him and everyone else (especially Kaveh, who obviously struggles with this).

If it was after he graduated, it would make sense he would ingrain this into himself, because he lost his best friend (his only friend) when he couldn't clearly communicate his concern when it mattered (they were young, they were stubborn, they didn't know how to deal with this type of battle between truth and grief).

Him finding wisdom, him finding ambition and hope, to communicate with someone else (someone who could show him different perspectives on life and complete his worldview) in ways that came more natural to him. It seems so easy, so trivial. There are people losing loved ones, almost their lives to get visions, and he was like "Ah, yes, communication is key."

It's ridiculous, just like him. And it's utterly lonely when no one even tries to look deeper than surface level, than from the lens of common etiquette.

And it's the perfect narrative foil to Kaveh, who praises himself for being an aesthete, who follows passion and art and values uniqueness. But communication? That has to follow strict social rules. You should be pleasant, and try to not step on anyone's toes. You should try be friendly and accommodating and helpful.

It's fascinating, that a character so set in trying to be good and find good in everything and everyone, cannot for the life of himself acknowledge that his roommate is capable of kindness and honesty, just because it doesn't follow the conventional paths.

It's mindboggling, that a character who tried his best to change the mind of a nation about art and its practical appliance to architecture, to life, and yet cannot phantom that communication also doesn't have to be just pragmatic, stiff, scripted sequence of socializing.

The absolute dissonance, the mirroring is so good, and so heart-breaking, and so frustrating. It makes me wanna curl up under my bed, and weep over these stupid geniuses.

[semper-legens]

30. Revealed, by PC and Kristin Cast

Owned: No, library Page count: 306 My summary: Neferet has been exposed. Disgraced, abandoned even by Darkness, she flies to safety under a tree to regroup and rethink. Meanwhile, Zoey and her friends have problems of their own. After the shocking death of their friend Erin, splinters have formed - can Zoey and her friends accept more red fledgelings coming to the Light? And Aurox is becoming more like Heath, causing Stark's possessiveness to go into overdrive. Zoey's got a lot on her plate… My rating: 1/5 My commentary:

So! Close! To! The! End! The last book is on its way to the library, but it's coming from outside my county so it's probably gonna take a while. Which means both I and you will have a break from it for a bit, thankfully. The penultimate book in the House of Night series. It's all coming to a dramatic climax, you guys! By which I mean more teenage angst, more circling around the same five plot points, and more dumb bullshit drama for no reason. As is the trademark of this series. So, without any further ado, let's get into…all of that.

First off, this book comes with a helping of Neferet's backstory. And it's stupid as hell! See, apparently Neferet was abused by her father as a child before being Marked. This is all kind of glossed over in a few paragraphs, no need to focus on it. Because the real pain for her came from when her cat died. She prayed to Nyx to save the cat, and Nyx gave her the ability to soothe pain…but the cat still died. And that was Neferet's start of darkness. Because God didn't save her cat. She then goes on to be a slutty slut slutterson, getting with different creepy guys for no particular reason other than to feel power. One of whom is a vamp Warrior who, like, is a masochist - literally, sexually - and that's both his whole characterisation and a bad thing for some reason? Because he's into being hurt? And then she drives one of her would-be suitors to off himself, because he annoyed her? For a subplot that should exist to make Neferet less one-dimensional, it's really not succeeding. She's just an oversexualised villain, at the end of the day. And seriously, girl, why was the cat the breaking point here?

Zoey's anger issues are a large part of the plot here, especially the later plot, but as usual they are not really handled well at all. The idea is that Zoey is getting angrier and more influenced by Old Magjyk (ugh) and will eventually end up doing something bad that she can't come back from. Aphrodite sees this in a vision and, despite her entire characterisation being 'blunt bitch mean girl who is reluctantly on the side of Good', doesn't say anything about it and instead recruits Shaylin to stalk her for a bit and spy on her magical aura in both an underhanded and unsubtle way which just makes the situation worse. Once again, characters picking up the idiot ball for drama. And the explosion comes with Zoey accidentally using her Seer Stone to kill two homeless guys in a park, which…one, I feel like if it's accidental it kind of negates the idea of it being a facet of Zoey's character if it was an unintended magical side-effect. Two, we've literally had this plot point before when Zoey smashed a car into some guys, and she didn't face any real consequences then? And three, it comes pretty much out of nowhere - there is a build with Zoey becoming more pissed off with everything around her, but it's not that unreasonable a reaction to her environment and the things that are happening to her. Once again, a minor character trait is introduced as a massive flaw just to give the characters some extra drama.

One big thing that Zoey et al keeps going on about with Thanatos is that 'We're not bickering kids!' - she wants herself and her friends to be taken seriously as adults and as sensible people, and resents being infantilised. The problem is that Zoey and her friends are just acting like bickering children constantly. They care more about their interpersonal issues than anything more important. They bitch and moan at each other constantly. They deal with everything like a stereotypical teenager from a mean girl Disney Channel movie. It's so obviously meant to be a 'don't underestimate teens!' style power fantasy, but the kids aren't being smart about anything they do. That kind of power fantasy only works if the teens do have a point and are being talked down to by the adults in their lives! Not if the adults are being pretty reasonable and the teens are making everything worse!

Stark's possessiveness rears its head here - by which I mean, shows up again because we gotta have a love triangle. Man, one of the very few things I was going to give to this series was that it seemed to have dropped the love triangle bullshit in the later books but nope, here it is again, this time between Stark and Aurox. Which is dumb for several reasons, mostly that Zoey doesn't consciously want to be with Aurox, she's just got the spiritual hots for him because he's Heath and soulmates are a thing apparently. And Stark is pissed, despite the fact that Zoey is trying to talk to him about it and trying to open communication about it and trying to work through it, and Stark is just doing the caveman NO ME ANNOYED thing, and it's exactly the goddamn same as every fucking time that a love triangle has shown up in this series. Exactly the same! It wasn't even interesting the first time!

And finally - hey, remember how there's been this whole thing about Erin going over to the bad guys for no real reason and none of her so-called friends seem to care about her? Yeah, so she dies at the start of this one. Just, boom! Neferet ghosts through her and she dies. And the gang get over it pretty damn easy. Shaunee is the only one who actually seems to give a fuck. Meanwhile, her replacement is coming in with the form of red fledgeling Nicole, who wants to come over to the good guys also for no stated reason. And she kisses Shaylin, I guess? Just as I was about to criticise the series for not realising lesbians are real. Still, this is a penultimate-book romance between two incredibly minor characters - if you were going to add lesbians, why not have Stevie Rae and Aphrodite be a thing around when they were Imprinted, or have like Erin and Shaunee get together or something? Not these two girls who got introduced very last-minute who I don't care about and have no connection to.

Next, something thankfully different - a trip to the North Pole.

[serabellyms]

   ⬐ @etruatcaelum ⬎

12. Do any of your muses “foil” each other in any shape or form?

Not in any way that I can really think of, at least not off the top of my head. Even in the verse where I write the most muses (Mass Effect) they don't, not really.

The closest comparison I could make, though I only write one of the muses, is maybe Ashley and Kaidan, given some of the game's events. I'm going to put it under a readmore/spoiler below, just in case anyone's yet to read their pages/may be playing the game and doesn't want to be spoiled!

Essentially, the whole Virmire scenario I think sets them up that way. They're two very different characters, albeit with similar themes in their backgrounds: they're two people who are discriminated against for something that makes them different, or makes them stand out, and that thing is something they cannot change.

In Kaidan's case, it's his biotics; he's considered a freak by humans for being one, and even among biotics, he's side-eyed and given a wide berth because he's an L2. Unfortunately, he can't change the fact that he's a biotic. Meanwhile, Ashley comes from a family who's been blacklisted by the military because of her grandfather; she's called a coward despite the fact that she's nothing like her grandfather, and as a result, she's paying for his mistakes through her own career (and her father did the same).

Even if you contrast their personalities, the same thing holds true: Kaidan's quieter and more of a gentle personality, whereas Ashley is more gruff, blunt, and straightforward. In some ways, if you play into gender stereotypes, they both meet and undermine traditional gender stereotypes; Kaidan's a gentle guy who feels his feelings, something seen as more traditionally feminine, but at the same time is very distinctly masculine and confident in that masculinity; conversely, Ashley is more aggressive, bossy, and honest, something more traditionally masculine, yet by the third game we see her confident and rocking her femininity by her appearance.

I always find it interesting how they manage to challenge traditional gender stereotypes while still maintaining confidence in their masculinity/femininity to show that feeling your feelings doesn't make you less masculine, and that being bold and aggressive doesn't make you less feminine.

And of course, circling back to Virmire: this is what makes it so difficult to actually choose between them when you do the mission, because despite their differing personalities and the fact that through the second and third game they go through the same experience no matter who you save... their dialogue, their personality, all of it influences their individual story and how it affects them as people.

[thedreamlessnights]

Stay

Viktor x gn!Reader || SFW ||

Summary: After a long day at the lab, Viktor comes home to you.

Warnings: A (SFW) massage, mentions of body pain.

Word Count: 1.3k

It’s long past dark by the time Viktor gets home. 

When the door opens and he pushes in, movements jerky and pained, you take one look at him and know everything you need to know.

You’d guessed it a while ago - after he hadn’t come home at his usual time. There’ve been many times where he’s arrived much later than this, eyes sparkling with exhilaration from some new development in the lab. And, in fact, back when the Hex Gates were about to be revealed, you’d gone days without seeing him as he and Jayce rushed to get everything perfect.

But today is different, off from the very moment that you’d gotten out of bed.

He’d been quiet - uncharacteristically so, barely a word before he’d kissed you goodbye. He’d hardly even touched his breakfast. Left behind some of his notes that you know are important. 

You’d hoped that he’d come home sooner if he was in pain, but it must have not been possible with his schedule. After all, he and Jayce have been expecting a visit from Heimerdinger any day now, looking for updates on their progress. In all of his bad luck, it must have been today.

With a single glance at him now, it’s clear that he’s been eager to get home for hours.

His hair is disheveled, his clothes are coated with a strange, grey slime, and his motions are slow. He sets his things down on the couch without a word, sighing as he attempts to massage a knot out of his shoulder. His limp is harsher than usual, too, and his eyes - usually alight with a fiery astuteness - are dull, almost blunt in the light.

When Tuft hears Viktor’s movement, the poro bounds out of his bed at full speed, chirping and trilling happily when he arrives in the living room. As usual, he begins his show of delight, running in circles around Viktor until the man bends down to pet him, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at Viktor’s lips.

Then he looks at you.

“Hey,” you greet, hoping your voice soothes some of today’s pain. “Bad day?”

“That is an understatement,” he mumbles, wincing as he takes a seat and settles in next to you. Resting his head on your shoulder, he slumps into you, taking in a sharp breath.

Tuft, meanwhile, curls into a ball at his feet, purring contently.

“And you?” Viktor asks. “How was your day?”

“It was alright,” you tell him, your hand moving to play with the silky strands of his hair. It’s become a force of habit by now. “I missed you.”

He groans against the skin of your neck, tucked into your collar.

“I would have given anything to be here with you today,” he grumbles, hand resting over yours. His thumb starts to trace over your knuckles, light, repetitive movements that relax you. He, however, is still stiff as a board. Still covered in grime from the lab, too.

“Heimerdinger?” you ask.

“Among others,” he answers. “Then there was a spill in the lab. Hoskel knocked over a container of vials - oil for the gauntlets.”

“Not dangerous, I hope?”

“No,” he huffs. You can hear the faintest bit of a smile in his voice. “But very, very difficult to clean. The floors are still slippery.”

“Your clothes, too,” you point out, laughing a little. “Want to get changed?”

“If I can manage to get out of them,” Viktor sighs, sitting up and pulling at his vest.

And he’s right, both the fabric of his shirt and pants seem nearly plastered to him. Even after his knee brace is removed, it takes both of you pulling, tugging, and eventually ripping to get the clothes off of him. There goes that outfit.

Strangely enough, the oil doesn’t seem to have gotten onto his skin. Instead, it’s turned gelatinous in consistency - sticking to his shirt like a greyish, coagulated sludge. When it’s pulled away, it leaves the skin completely clean, and, furthermore - intact. How he got this all over him, you have no idea; you’re just grateful it’s not in his hair.

Viktor’s bare skin, now exposed, is silky-smooth to the touch. Even more so than usual, as you find out when you run your hand down the length of his forearm.

“Maybe you and Jayce should sell that oil,” you murmur, kissing his forehead. “It made your skin really soft.”

“Yes,” he snorts, “but only if the citizens of Piltover don’t mind smelling of grease.”

Which is true. You can’t deny that the scent is very present on him. But he also smells of coffee, and of your shampoo that he’s been stealing, and of a thousand other things that make your chest seem to swell with warmth. 

Needless to say, it doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into him, and it doesn’t stop him from pulling you close.

“Do you want a bath?” you ask him. “I can draw you one-”

“No,” he says quickly, albeit exhausted in tone. “No, I’ve been moving around all day. I don’t want to move off this couch for the next several hours.”

As firm as his words may be, he’s shivering under you. The chill of the weather has made its way in through the walls, and, aside from his boxers, Viktor is practically naked. 

You can’t count how many times you’ve come home from a bad day at work, sore and exhausted, and Viktor had seemed to make everything better. He’d made you warm, comforting meals, drawn up your baths, and massaged your sore back as you’d told him about your day.

If he’s comfortable with it, you’d like to repay him.

“Okay,” you hum. “How about I go get you some clean clothes, heat up the leftovers from dinner, and… we’ll sit here and enjoy each other’s company?”

He debates it for a moment. 

“Alright,” he says. 

He slowly releases you, and you stand. It doesn’t take long to gather up some soft pajamas and a warm plate of food for him. As you do, Viktor begins to massage his leg, which you can tell is tender - his movements are slow and he’s grimacing even at the slightest amount of force. So, you also warm up a compress and some oil for him, collecting everything in your arms.

The pajamas go next to him on the couch, and the food goes on the table in front of him, along with the oil. The compress is carefully set down next to his leg, and he sighs with relief as he takes it and applies it where it aches the most.

“You are amazing,” he sighs, leaning forward and grabbing his plate. “I haven’t eaten all day - Jayce and I were too worried about cleaning up the oil. I couldn’t exactly go get lunch looking like that.”

“There’s more food left over, too,” you tell him, sitting next to him. “Mind if I massage your leg?”

“No,” he says, “but… be gentle with it, please. It’s especially stubborn today.”

You’re always gentle, but today you start off with the softest of touches, feather-light against the tense muscle. Even that is enough to make Viktor tense up in pain, so you take your time, slowly working from his thigh down to his knee. 

The warm oil, rubbed into your hands, serves to soothe and to relax as you slowly add in pressure, pressing through wound sinew and knots until, finally, they start to give way.

Viktor’s relief is palpable - where he’d winced at your touch in the beginning, his head now lolls back against the couch, eyes shut as you continue your work. You only stop when you realize he might be asleep, plate set to his side and breathing coming in a smooth, even rhythm.

As soon as you stop, Viktor - eyes still closed - raises a hand toward you. When you take it, he pulls you in closer, drawing you into his chest.

“Stay,” Viktor requests.

And you do.

[missmeinyourbones]

hey i'm not sure if you're still taking requests for the sour prompts but... levi and "oh god, i sound crazy" i can imagine him saying this when he realizes how in love he is with the reader and isn't sure how to cope with it :') he's experiencing new emotions and is feeling overwhelmed/crazy but he's just in love :((

levi ackerman x “oh god, i sound crazy”

for olivia rodrigo’s sour album prompt!

Levi has never been one to express himself openly. He’d always been a bit standoffish, a little rough around the edges. He’s gotten used to being cold and blunt and closed off. He’d been wrongfully deemed as cruel for so long, he thinks he might've actually become it. 

He’s sure that he’s in love with you, whether he speaks it out loud or not. He feels it in his panicked breaths whenever you shuffle closer to him or poke his cheek. He feels it when his thoughts are plagued with your smile and your eyes and your annoyingly adoring laughter. He feels it when he looks himself in the mirror and pleads for his feelings to stop, because this isn’t what he does—because love is for people who can afford to lose it.

Though he’s never said it, you don’t doubt that he loves you. People love in different ways. You feel it through his protective actions and affectionate eye rolls. Still, you cant deny the fact that he’s been different lately. He’s been avoidant, quiet, and sweaty. 

“You alright?” you ask him once afternoon, plopping down next to him on his couch. It’s black and leather; it feels cold against your exposed legs. “You’re acting a little weird, look a little pale too.”

He scoots away from you slightly, “M’fine,” he manages to grumble from behind his mug, “Just think I’m coming down with something.”

“What doesn’t feel good? Do you have a fever?” You’re up and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, an attempt to see if he’s burning up (which he is, but for different reasons than you’re implying). 

He bats your hand away, pouting, “Enough—No, I’m not sick. I just,” he swallows thickly, settling into the cushion, “Feel strange.”

You nod understandingly, even though he knows he’s being so incredibly confusing right now. He doesn't think he’s ever been more grateful for the fact that you aren’t one to push him and his emotions. “Okay. Is there anything I can do to help you feel less strange?”

He looks at you, so kind and innocent and understanding and—

“Shit. Okay, yeah. Just—listen to me for a second, will you?”

“Of course.”

He fumbles restlessly where he sits on the couch once more. His mind begs him to stay still, idiot, but he can’t—not when he feels like he could run a marathon on his anxiety and adrenaline right now. 

He begins slowly, “I’ve been feeling…odd...lately,”—different,” he looks over at you, making sure you’re still with him. You nod encouragingly, so he lets out another deep breathe and continues, “and I’ve been thinking…things.”

“Bad things?”

Fuck.

“No, no just, different things,” he assures you rather quickly, suddenly regretting saying anything at all. “Oh god, I sound crazy."

You laugh a little as you rest your hand on his leg, preventing it from bouncing any faster. “No you don’t, Levi,” you urge, “Take your time, I’ll be here.”

You’ll be here. Something about those simple three words gives him a sudden boost of courage.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he speaks clearly, though his eyes remain on your hand resting atop his thigh. He finally looks at you when you visibly release a breath you’d been holding in for a while.

“Oh, that’s it? The way you were acting, I thought you were gonna say something insane.”

You beam at him as you voice your concern—he finds himself smiling back at your aloof laughter, meanwhile he just broke a sweat trying to communicate his feelings.

He places his hand on top on yours, sandwiching you between his skin. “It’s hard for me, I don’t—” he makes a funny circling gesture with his head, “—do this, often.”

You lean in to kiss him, “I know, and that’s okay. I appreciate you telling me in your own way.”

The first kiss the two of you share after his confession is just like all of your previous ones together—but something in Levi feels at peace, free, after his exposé. He feels held by you. You feel his lips twinge upward as you speak up in between kisses.

“Oh—I’m falling in love with you too, if it wasn’t already obvious.”

[davidpastrsnack]

fool for you - nolan patrick

a/n: a little nolan hate sex for your enjoyment :) i'm thinking of maybe making this into a series so pleaseeee let me know what you think and if you’re interested in more! and big shoutout to @toplinetommy​ for helping me out with this!

word count: 5k

The boys were back in town for the start of the season and it was finally the first gathering of the year. Claude and Ryanne were generous enough to offer their place, maintaining a balance of enjoying themselves and a night off of parent duties while also keeping their eyes on everyone.

You were in the kitchen, twirling the straw of your drink while you caught up with some of the other girls. It had been a long summer, but right now it felt as if you guys never left. Between hearing everyone’s latest school and work opportunities to gossiping about summer flings, it didn’t take long to get back in the swing of things. But just as Karly was telling you all about the new apartment she and Travis just moved into, your attention was drawn elsewhere.

You could barely even look at him.

Not with the way he was sauntering around the apartment like he was royalty, a musty beer in hand as he scanned the floor for his next target. His long hair was messy and roughly tucked behind his ears. His all black outfit reeked of arrogance, like he knew he didn’t even have to try to look good. He was waving and smiling to everyone he passed, each of them inflating his ego even more as they lit up at his acknowledgement. After scouring the room for long enough, he settled on his final destination, wrapping his arm around a tall blonde, a smirk spreading across his face as she leaned into his touch.

“Y/N?” Karly snapped you out of your trance making your head snap back towards her.

“Yeah,” you responded, shaking it off,  “Sorry.”

“Y/N,” she repeated, but this time her tone couldn’t have been more different, “Tell me you two aren’t going to do this again.”

You squinted your eyebrows in defiance, “I just got distracted, that’s all.”

“Yeah, by Nolan,” Karly scoffed, persistent in her confrontation.

Your relationship with Nolan was interesting, to say the least. It started one night last year when your mutual friends introduced you, the chemistry between you two undeniable as the drinks flowed. Nolan was unlike anyone else you had ever met. He was quiet, but he was an incredible listener, taking in every word you spoke as he got to know you. His attraction to you was overwhelming, his body creeping closer and closer to yours as the night went on. You felt the exact same way, but there was just one little thing holding you back: your boyfriend, Andrew.

You still remember the moment perfectly to this day. Claude innocently asked where Andrew was and that was that. Nolan’s energy shifted to ice, his body turning away from yours as the realization that you weren’t available struck him. You didn’t understand why you were so easily withholding the fact that you were in a relationship from Nolan, you were perfectly happy with the way things stood. Andrew was kind, he was stable, but you hadn’t connected with someone so quickly like you had with Nolan.

Despite your hope to be friends, Nolan shut you out completely after that night. That sweet, rosy-cheeked boy you met in the bar seemingly vanished. He barely spoke to you, and when he did it was always blunt, before eventually he became downright rude. You didn’t know what to think of him anymore, you could only assume that first impression was a fluke. It didn’t take long to convince you that Nolan was a complete asshole so you matched his energy, giving him the same sass he gave you right back.

But little did you know, shutting you out was the only way Nolan knew how to grapple with his feelings for you. He hadn’t been so drawn to someone in years, and his heart dropped when he discovered you had a boyfriend. Instead of getting over it and moving on, he lashed out, hoping he could somehow train himself to hate you. But now over a year later, his feelings hadn’t budged one bit. If anything, they had only grown stronger. There was nothing more attractive to Nolan than a woman who could go toe to toe with his attitude.

“Karly, please,” you begged, “I didn’t even know Nolan was here,” you lied through your teeth.

“What was that about Nolan?” you heard from behind you. You could recognize that voice anywhere, Travis giving you his classic cheeky smile as he turned to face you, pulling Karly into his side.

“Will you please tell your girlfriend that she’s delusional,” you snapped back.

“See I would,” Travis laughed, “Except I don’t think she is. Not about this at least,” Travis teased, gently bumping his hip against Karly’s as she rolled her eyes, far too familiar with his sass.

You didn’t even ask how he already knew what you were talking about. You could only assume that this was a premeditated attack on their part.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, throwing back a long sip of your drink. “How’s camp going?” You asked, desperately trying to change the topic. You didn’t need to hear how great Nolan was for the hundredth time when he had only ever treated you like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“He asked me about you today, you know,” Travis continued, ignoring your plea to move on.

“What could he possibly want?” You groaned.

Although Nolan had never outright admitted it to him, Travis knew exactly what he wanted. It was beyond painful watching him pine for you from afar, but he also knew that it wasn’t his place to completely expose his best friend. He was not afraid of a little meddling, however.

“Y/N, he’s a good guy. He just takes time to open up,” Travis tried to reason with you, “I hope it’s okay I told him about Andrew.”

Your stomach dropped when you heard Travis’s words. It was like he stuck a dagger right through your heart, reopening the wound you thought had healed by now. You were so embarrassed of your failed relationship. Nothing dramatic had happened, you both just sort of fell out of love before deciding it was best to go your separate ways. Regardless of whatever Nolan tried to bring you down with over the past year you always had that to keep you sane. But now that you didn’t, you were terrified of how much more power Nolan would have over you.

“Thanks a lot Travis,” you mocked, “As if he needed another thing to make fun of me for.”

Before he could get another word out you were turning on your heels, dodging Karly’s arm that reached out for you as you hurried out of the kitchen. You pushed your way through the pockets of people, heading straight towards the balcony. As you slid the door open and slipped outside, the cool air instantly calmed you. It was quiet, the hum of the city below you the only sound you heard. You needed a minute to clear your head. Just a minute and then you would put your smile on and head back inside.

“You okay?”

Your body jumped at the sound of Nolan’s deep voice. You couldn’t even have one moment of peace before he was coming for you.

“Like you care,” you scoffed, not even bothering to look at him.

Nolan should have expected that reaction, but he was actually trying. He had been keeping an eye on you all night, deep down praying that you hadn’t noticed, and he saw you storm out. It was unlike you, you had always gotten along so well with everyone and even though it killed him, he was worried about you. But clearly nothing had changed between the two of you, Nolan now already reverting back to his usual defense mechanism.

“Someone’s on edge,” he mumbled, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

At that your spun around to look at him, the insinuation of your breakup thick in his words. Nolan was staring at you, eagerly waiting for your reaction, with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled, shaking your head in shock of his blatant disrespect. Nolan was a lot of things, but to comment on something as personal as your sex life, or the lack there of, was beyond his usual teasing.

“Try me,” Nolan challenged, “I’ll show you just how disgusting I can be.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, his empty proposition so absurd. But Nolan didn’t seem to find it funny, his baby blue eyes staring straight at you.

“As if you’re even capable of getting a woman off,” you snarled, swiftly walking past him, your shoulders roughly bumping as you left him standing alone.

Nolan stood in his place in shock as he watched you weave your way between people through the windows. Clearly he had struck a nerve, you had stormed away from him before but nothing quite like that. A wave of guilt washed over Nolan immediately, his hands coming up to his head and running through his long hair. Reaching for the door, he entered the party once again, his eyes scanning the room for you but he was unsuccessful. You were nowhere to be found, and Nolan was left to assume that you had left all together.

And that was exactly what you had done, deciding that from that moment on all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and catch up on brainless reality shows. You didn’t bother to stop and say goodbye to anyone, knowing they would just rope you into staying regardless of your desire to be alone. The walk back to your apartment was brisk, but by the time you arrived home you had decompressed from the situation and were ready to relax. Nolan only had as much power over you as you let him, and for the rest of the night you decided that you were going to be free from his grasp.

Or so you thought.

Despite his feelings of guilt still lingering, the longer Nolan replayed your interaction over in his head his focus shifted. Did you really think he couldn’t get you off? He knew he shouldn’t care what you thought and that he should move on, but he just couldn’t shake your words. Nolan excused himself from the circle he was sitting with to use the bathroom, when in actuality, he slipped out the front door before anyone had the chance to catch him.

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Meanwhile at home, you were finally feeling like yourself again, free from anyone’s judgement. Dawned in a matching sweat set, you were sprawled across your couch covered in blankets. Instead of your usual glass of wine, you opted for a hot tea, the remnant alcohol from the party still coursing through your veins. You were already on your third episode when you heard a series of knocks on your door. You groaned as you slowly peeled yourself from the cushion you had practically melted into, confusion and annoyance lacing your face while you wondered who could possibly be coming by at this hour.

When you finally reached the door and looked through the peephole, your mood turned sour right away. It was Nolan, standing tall with his arms hostiley crossed. You wondered if you could get away with just ignoring him. You could turn right back around and pretend you never heard anything, but you knew better. He wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. Your eyes slipped shut as you braced yourself, finally placing your hand on the doorknob and swinging the door open.

“What-” You began to ask, but you were quickly interrupted.

“You’re wrong,” Nolan hissed, his deep voice making your stomach flutter.

“Excuse me?” You snapped back,  not hiding your emotions very well.

“I have no problem getting anyone off,” Nolan asserted, his cheeks even redder than normal as he spoke.

As much as you wished you could control your reaction better, your eyes widened slightly at his words. It wasn’t your fault, you told yourself, it was all his. He had no right showing up to your apartment dressed to perfection, his warm scent clouding your senses as he towered over you in the doorway. But even still, you couldn’t let him off the hook quite yet.

“You came all the way over here to tell me that?” You chuckled, “Congratulations, Nolan. I’m happy for you, really.” The sarcasm was thick in your words as you mustered up a reply. Your hand moved to push the door shut, but Nolan beat you to it, using the weight behind his own hand to hold the door open.

“You don’t believe me?” He questioned, his eyebrows raising as he stared down at you. He knew this was pointless, that you were just trying to get a rise out of him, but it was working. As much as he hated himself for it, his pride wouldn’t let him walk away.

“Nolan,” you whined, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

You could admit that sometimes you enjoyed the banter between you two, but you were too tired right now. The hum of your TV and the warmth of your couch was calling your name, but here you were with Nolan practically begging you to nurse his ego back to health.

“Say you’ll let me prove it. Right now.”

Your jaw dropped at his words. There was no way he was serious? Right? But the way Nolan was standing in front of you with his arms still crossed and his face dead-set on yours, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was.

“Nolan, I-,” you stuttered, suddenly filled with nerves as the way he towered over you clouded your judgement. “That’s not a good idea,” you said, finally gathering yourself enough to get a coherent thought out.

“Oh please, Y/N,” Nolan muttered, “Don’t act like you’ve never wondered.”

“Wondered what?” You rebutted, even though you knew exactly where he was going with this.

A small smirk creeped its way onto his face, his body slowly inching closer and closer to yours. Your eyes slipped shut as he invaded your personal space, the warm scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses. You jumped when he started whispering, his hot breath against your skin making your own hitch in the back of your throat.

“What it would be like if I touched you,” Nolan hummed, the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight as his lips so faintly brushed against your skin, “If I fucked you.”

You could feel your eyes roll back into your head as he spoke, the tension between the two of you thicker than molasses. Before you had even fully registered what was happening, Nolan was pulling away, sternly staring down at you. Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his warmth separate from your own, the cool air between your bodies snapping you out of your trance. He was expressionless, waiting for you to do or say something, anything.

“I stand by what I said,” you asserted, your eyebrows raising slightly as you challenged him, “But I’ll give you a chance to prove me wrong.”

Now it was Nolan’s turn to be taken aback. Sure, this is what he came for, but he didn’t think it would happen. Never did he ever imagine that he would have the chance to have you. But here you were offering, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes. His gaze trailed down to your lips, soft and smooth from the lip balm you put on earlier after taking off your makeup. For longer than he could even remember he had thought about what they would feel like against his own, nibbling the lobe of his ear, sucking down his neck, gently biting into the ripples of his toned stomach, before finally reaching the place he needed them the most.

“I-,” Nolan stuttered, nervously lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck, “Y/N, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

After spending so much time secretly pining for you and mastering his own self-sabotage, Nolan couldn’t let himself do this. He wouldn’t.

“What? Someone’s a little scared now, hmm?” You challenged, ever so slightly pulling the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth as you tilted your head at him.

Just like that, the switch inside Nolan’s head turned again. You were enjoying the game just as much as he was. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. Before he let his nerves get the best of him again, Nolan was pushing his way through the frame, slamming the door shut from behind him before his hands were harshly grabbing at your waist.

As if you were on cue, you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands circling his neck. Your lips instantly met in a rough kiss, Nolan wasting no time in asserting his dominance as his tongue overpowered yours. You let out a soft moan against his skin as he flattened his hands across your ass, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to your inner thighs catching you off guard.

Nolan could have sworn he blacked out a little at the sound after spending so long just imagining what you would sound like. A quiet fuck slipped out from his mouth, blood rushing straight to below his waist. He suddenly pulled away from you, but only to get a look at his surroundings and see where he was going.

“That way,” you whined against his neck, pointing in the direction of his bedroom.

“Someone’s impatient,” he teased, reveling in how desperate you were for him already.

Just moments later you felt your back land on your bed, the soft material of your bedding engulfing you. Nolan laid on top of your breathless body, his cold hands snaking underneath your hoodie as he attached his mouth to your neck. You were lost in the contrast of his gentle kisses and sharp bites, but it didn’t take long for you to snap out of it.

“If you leave a single visible mark on me, Patrick,” you snarled, pushing his head away from your sensitive skin.

“Patrick now, huh?” Nolan mocked, the smile on his face almost giving away how much he was enjoying this.

You simply rolled your eyes at his comment, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him back down to your lips. He obliged, this time putting the entirety of his weight onto yours, earning another moan from you. You always knew he was big, it was one of the things that made hating him so hard. He was so strong, so broad, and now you got to feel every ounce of him pressed against you.

As much as you hated to admit that you could have stayed there making out with Nolan until the end of time, you were getting impatient. Without any warning, you pushed him off of you, reaching your hands up from the waistline of your hoodie and pulling it off. Nolan’s reaction to seeing you braless made you swoon, his eyes widening as he took the sight of you in. But just as he began to lean back down, you stopped him.

“Ah ah ah,” you whispered, shaking your head.

He knew exactly what you wanted, letting out a small laugh before peeling his shirt off. You had to keep yourself from drooling as soon as he did, the defined lines of his body making you audibly whimper. To put it plainly, Nolan was beautiful.

Nolan made his way back down to your level, his arms resting on either side of your head holding his weight above you. He resumed his attack on your neck, this time hastily making his way down with a trail of wet kisses before scattering bruises across the tops of your boobs. Your body arched up into his in anticipation, the pressure of his growing bulge making you weak.

“Nolan,” you whined, abandoning whatever dignity you had left.

Hearing you beg with his name like that was like pure ecstasy. Nolan finally gave up his act and moved his fingertips to tease the waistband of your sweats, pausing to watch the way you squirmed for him. He would do absolutely whatever you wanted at this point.

“Easy baby,” he cooed, the pet name making you momentarily forget the throbbing between your legs as your heart fluttered. “Can I?” He asked, eyes locked with yours.

You nodded embarrassingly fast, so desperate for him to do anything, but it wasn’t enough for the long-haired boy.

“Use your words,” Nolan challenged, needing your verbal approval before he moved further.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

Just like that, he was pulling your sweats down in one swift motion, the cool air enveloping your burning legs. You were so clouded with lust that you had almost forgotten the circumstances that brought you here, but Nolan was not shy to remind you.

“Cute undies,” he chirped, poking fun at the very plain, but very comfortable, boyshorts you had on.

You smacked him across the head, not finding his little joke very funny. “I am so sorry for not wearing my best lingerie while sitting at home alone, please excuse me.”

Nolan chuckled at your response. “Apology accepted,” he laughed, sending you a quick wink of reassurance. He would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately let his mind wander to what you would look like dawned in lingerie, but he didn’t have time for that, he had a task at hand.

Nolan slowly dragged one finger across your core ever so slightly, lifting his gaze to watch your reaction. Your head fell back against the pillow, back arching off the bed at the barely there contact. You could feel yourself practically dripping and you just knew the soft cotton material of your underwear was soaked through.

“Awfully wet for someone you say you hate so much,” Nolan mumbled, watching you thrash.

“I do hate you,” you responded, your voice laced with disgust as you tried so hard not to give him what he wanted. He had barely touched you and you were already a wreck. Get it together, Y/N, you scolded yourself.

Nolan chuckled at your desperate attempt to gather yourself, deciding he would just make it that much harder for you. He moved his fingers to focus on your clit, slowing rubbing circles through the fabric. Smiling as your legs tensed, he couldn’t help himself from offering yet another jab, “Fuck, I don’t even think I have to take these off.”

God dammit, Nolan, you thought to yourself. But he was right. Between how much he worked you up earlier and the way his fingers were giving you the perfect amount of friction, you were close. Embarrassingly close.

Nolan picked up his pace, his devilish smirk growing as your legs faintly started to shake. Before long you were seeing stars, his fingers now moving in a quick side to side motion against your clit as you fell over the edge. Your eyes were screwed shut, and despite your best efforts to stay as quiet as possible, your moans got the best of you.

The sight of you cumming was the most incredible thing Nolan had ever witnessed. The way your back arched, how tightly your hands clenched the sheets, and most magically, how perfect his name sounded falling from your lips.

“Nol, Nol,” you whimpered, the pressure becoming too much.

He obliged, finally pulling his fingers away before bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. Your head fell back into your pillow yet again at that, the way his blue eyes were practically staring into your soul making your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“So much for not being able to get you off, hmm?” You heard Nolan mutter. You could feel the outline of his smirk pressed against the skin of your thigh, his cockiness growing exponentially in just the past few minutes. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of responding, not that you even knew what you would say to that.

Your silence was satisfactory enough to Nolan. In all the time you two had been going after each other, rarely did Nolan get the last word. But tonight he had managed to shut you up with just a few flicks of his fingers. While you were simmering in your post-orgasm shame, he was gloating.

“Want another one, sweetheart?” Nolan hummed, the pet names escaping his mouth without even thinking now. He slowly trailed his way back up your thighs before hooking a finger in your underwear, gently pulling them down. “Fuck,” he groaned at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening in the dim light from his previous work. Your hips unconsciously lifted off the mattress, the cool air making you desperate for his touch once again.

“Oh honey,” Nolan mocked, “Tell me what you want.”

“Nolan,” you groaned, your voice laced with annoyance. You knew exactly what you wanted, but more importantly you knew he knew too. But of course, he was going to make you say it.

“Hmm?” He questioned, playing dumb as you struggled in front of him.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally gave in, “Happy?”

“Very,” he quipped, “Now turn around.”

You felt yourself clench at his order, wasting no time doing just what he said. Settling in on all fours, you braced yourself for what you could only assume was to come.

“Fuck, you’re something,” Nolan groaned, his hands running down your back to the curve of your ass. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, grateful that your face was hidden in the comforter.

“Wait, I don’t have-” But before he could finish his sentence, you were interrupting.

“You’re not going near me without a condom on,” you asserted, lifting your head just enough to point to your nightstand, “Bottom drawer.”

“Thanks a lot,” Nolan scoffed at your jab, but still eagerly grabbed one regardless.

With next to no warning he was slowly pushing into you, the pressure making your mouth fall open in a silent moan as your body adjusted to his size. Nolan sighed as he pressed into you, mumbling a string of swears at how your pussy enveloped him. He was patient, waiting just like that until you gave him permission to move.

“Nolan,” you whined, “Please.”

That was all it took for Nolan to start snapping his hips, agonizingly slow at first, making you feel every inch of him, before he sped up his pace.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, the way your body looked in front of him almost too much to handle. The arch of your back had him weak, one of his hands reaching to tangle in your hair as he used his grip for leverage.

You felt like you were floating with the way Nolan was hitting all the right places. It was funny to you know that his line that started this whole thing was actually painfully accurate. It had been a while. After Andrew you tried to fill the void with random hookups, but it didn’t take long for you to cleanse your phone of all dating apps and opt for nights out with the girls instead of on the prowl. But now, you were reminded of everything you had been missing out on with the way Nolan was working you.

“I- I’m,” you sputtered out, unable to find the words on your first try, “I’m so close, Nol.”

Instead of most guys you had been with you would take that as their sign to go faster, Nolan didn’t, instead keeping the exact same pace. His grip on your one hip got tighter as he felt himself get closer too, his other hand in your hair sinking down to meet your clit, the familiar pattern of his fingers bringing you that much closer.

“Go ahead, honey,” he cooed, leaning into your ear as he encouraged you, “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

That was all you needed to hear to push you over, your muffled cries filling the air as Nolan fucked you through your high. Your legs shook around him as he continued, your body going completely limp. He was right behind you, his deep groans into your neck sending vibrations through your body as he spilled into the condom.

Nolan hovered above you just like before rolling over onto his back. You collapsed into the mattress, the tingling sensation still coursing through your lower half. You both stayed like that catching your breath in silence. While the reality of what you just did began to sink in for you, Nolan was basking in it.

He turned his head to get a peek at you, but you were facing the other way as far from him as possible. Your body language could not have been more clear, and the realization made Nolan’s heart drop. He knew this wasn’t going to change anything, he was a lot of things but he wasn’t dumb. But even still, part of him deep down hoped that maybe, just maybe, it could.

His thoughts were interrupted by your sudden movement. Despite the stinging between your legs, you lifted yourself up and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a sip of the water on your nightstand. Now that the lust of the moment was long gone, you were in shock that you let that happen. The sex was incredible, undeniably some of the best you had ever had, but you knew that this was going to make things so unbelievably complicated from here on out.

Before you could let yourself spiral too much, you stood up, hastily making your way to the en suite bathroom. Nolan was entranced by the shape of your silhouette in the dim room, but your next words before you disappeared reminded him just where you two stood.

“Lock the door on your way out.”

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Don't be late - Levi x reader

Hey!! So I had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided I'd continue with it.. Happy reading❤️

Warnings :- none xd.

Y/n's pov

Waking upto the sound of my alarm I groaned; mindlessly patting the air to turn it off. Stretching my arms and legs, with eyes half closed I looked back at my clock. Still trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes widened when the display cleared up.

7.54 a.m

Screaming I jumped off my bed.

Now.. imagine a human, spinning like a hurricane and circling a room? Yeah that's an actual representation of what I looked right now.

Normally, I'd not wake up this late. But today.. today was different. Let's just say I had a long night talking with my best friend, which ended up with me sleeping in really late and well here I am now. Besides who could reject a call from their best friend am I right?

Dashing out of my house (reader locked the doors, yes she did) I shot down the streets. Thanking the heavens that I was able to run this fast; then again, that also had it's downsides. I managed to avoid running face first into a lamppost but in the midst of dodging that, I ran into something else.

Huh.. not that hard for a lamppost..

Stumbling backwards and losing my balance, I met with the cold ground. I groaned as I thought of how my day could get any worse.

"Tch. Watch we're your going," a male voice spoke.

Standing up slowly I dusted my clothes mumbling a string of apologies, "I'm sorry I was running late an-"

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with the man in front of me; steel gray orbs glaring daggers at me. He was clad in a black suit, jet black hair slightly toussled and he wore a crav- wait-

That's when I noticed how I was a few inches taller than him. It took every ounce of energy within me to hold back my laughter; no height idealogies but with that stoic expression and this height, he looked absolutely adorable.

I was broken out of my thoughts when he scoffed; I had been staring.

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to keep his piercing gaze on me.

"Are you going to move?" voice laced with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, what does he mean? He had all the time and space to-

"You're blocking the door," I turned around and realised that I was indeed blocking his way.

"S-sorry," I mumbled shuffling to the side.

His expression remained stoic as ever even as he got ready to walk away but he stopped abruptly. I watched as he bent down and picked something.

"You dropped this," he turned around holding out a book. I gasped recognising the cover, "oh my- thank you."

"Don't mention it brat," I reached out to take the book from him all the whole giving him a look of disbelief.

"Hey you can't call me that.. and yes I should mention it, because my friend would have thrown a tantrum had I lost her book," suddenly realisation struck me and my eyes nearly fell out their sockets.

WHAT WAS I DOING?! I was wasting time, that's what I was doing!!

So I ran, without a word I turned around and ran, leaving behind a very confused man.

Levi's pov

Next thing I know, she ran.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but decided to brush it off; only then did I notice the book in my hands.

Tch that brat, how could she be so forgetful?

Sighing I contemplated going after her or hoping that I'd see her sometime later so I could return it. I went with the second seeing that she was already long gone.

*time skip brought to you by the fidget spinnerrrrr*

There I was in the local tea shop sipping on my usual cup of tea.

What I loved about this place was how calming it was, not too crowded, the fresh smell of tea and coffee filling the air, making me feel at ease, but not today. Today was different.

My gaze kept shifting between the book I was reading and the book that belonged to the girl from before.

I had gone with the second option of hoping I'd see her again or that I'd find any details in the book, but to my luck I found nothing of the sort.

How was I supposed to return this thing? I can't just leave it can I?

I sighed running a hand through my hair, "shit."

The sound of the little bell filled through the air signaling either someone's entrance or departure. Not wanting to look I kept my eyes locked on my book.

Suddenly there was a voice, an all too familiar one which broke me out of my own world. I glanced up from my book and caught sight of a very familiar face.

Hanje.

By her side stood two other girls, engaging in a conversation with her. The bell filled the air again, and in came a girl with (h/c) locks.

My eyes widened, was that her?

I hadn't seen her face yet but sure enough it had to be her, she had the same hair length and wore the same attire from before.

Once again I debated with myself, should I just go upto her and give her it? Maybe I should just wait till she sees me..

She turned around and sat a few tables away from me, still she hadn't noticed. Her two friends and Hanje had disappeared off to somewhere.

This is my chance

Y/n's pov

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, how could I have been so forgetful? He literally held the book in front of me and I left without it.

My mind was mangled with the same image of him holding out the book to me repeating over and over. Then it stopped, it stopped right on his face and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

What was I thinking? I mean he's a complete stranger, who also not to mention, called me a brat, I shouldn't be so flustered. As if on cue, the book came back into my mind and I rolled my eyes at my own forgetfulness.

It was right there.

I kept my gaze locked on the table, too stuck in my own self-pity to notice the person that stood right in front of me. Then there was a book pushed into my line of sight.

Great, now you're hallucinating y/n.

There was a clear of throat and I snapped my head up. Wait I wasn't imagining it-

For the second time that day, I locked eyes with him.

"You forgot this."

I stood up immediately causing the chair to scrape against the floor. The man visibly cringed at the sound and I began to stammer upon my words.

"Y-YOU! My b-book! How? How did you- no no wait- thank you so much!"

Placing the book on the table I turned to him and took his hands in mine, "you're a life saver I tell you!!"

He only stood there in shock; although I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, his cheeks were tinted a faint pink.

"Don't mention it," with that he returned to his stoic expression.

The air around us was beginning to get awkward with none of us moving or saying a word.

Finally deciding to break the silence I cleared my throat, "I-I'm y/n.. what's your name?"

"Levi."

I coughed awkwardly at his blunt reply, the sound of my heart thumping suddenly filling my ears.

"We're back! Y/n-" relief washed over me at the return of my friends but that relief disappeared just as fast as it came.

They stood there eyes wide and mouths agape.

I felt a tug at my hands and that's when I noticed how I still had Levi's hands intertwined with mine. Gasping I slipped my hands out of his and moved away slowly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend.." I widened my eyes at this and waved my hands frantically in their awe struck faces, "what noo!! He-he's just-"

What was I supposed to call him? We just met, so I couldn't call him a friend. At my loss of words my friends smirked mischievously.

Then a loud voice boomed through the shop causing a few heads to turn in our direction, "LEVI?!!!! SHORTY IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Hanje knew him?

Levi scoffed at her in response.

"Oh my gosh! Well isn't this a big coincidence, are you really dating little y/n here? Why didn't you tell meeee?!" she poked Levi's cheeks repeatedly.

"Tch, keep it down four eyes and no, we're just friends," Levi grunted swatting her hands away. I choked on my own spit and glanced at him immediately.

He gave me a look and I instantly nodded my head in agreement, "yeah, we're friends.." I tried to bite back the smile that crawled up my face at his words.

My friends shrugged and made their way back to sit down. Meanwhile, Hanje nudged at me curious to know why I hadn't told her I knew Levi.

"Well you see-"

"We met today," Levi cut me off.

Hanje let out a hearty laugh and patted my back, "well isn't that nice! Now y/n, shorty here can be a little bit of a grumpy man sometimes so I must warn you, but overall he's an absolute bab-"

"Oi that's more than enough four eyes," Levi hissed and Hanje laughed in reply.

She moved her glasses to a side to wipe away her fake tears and continued, "but y/n here is an angel, so shorty you better not treat her wrong or I don't think I would even need to come when she unleashes her inner bea-"

"HANJE," I whined tugging at her arm in attempt to stop her. She grinned in response and pinched my cheeks, "well I'm going to go make our orders okay? I'll see you later Shorty!" with that she ran off to the counter.

"Thank you for that Levi," I smiled to which he only replied with a grunt.

"You thanked me enough for today brat."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that."

"Tch," with that he walked back to his table not sparing a second glance.

Levi's pov

Snap out of it Levi, you've done your job now read in peace.

I stared at my book finding myself reading the same sentence over and over. Glancing up from my book a little I'm met with the not so subtle looks of y/n's friends.

Why were they looking at me like that? I noticed how Hanje had a smug grin on her face and I rolled my eyes.

What was she smiling about?

My gaze shifted towards y/n who was listening intently to one of the girls. Suddenly the room felt too hot to my liking and I reached for my cravat, loosening it a bit. My breathing increased a little as her (e/c) eyes met mine.

She gave me a warm smile to which I felt my gaze automatically begin to soften.

What's wrong with me? Snap out of it Levi.

Soon enough I heard them get up.

Don't look.

But I couldn't help it.

Eyeing them as subtly as possible I realised they were going to leave as they picked their things up. I tore my gaze off and returned back to my book with a sigh.

Y/n's pov

"Say do you like Levi?"

I choked on nothing but air, "Hanje! What? Noo! I just met him and that would just be wierd-"

"Oh so you're saying you'd like him in time?"

"No wait what? I mean I-" I couldn't find the words to reply to her and seeing this she took the opportunity to give me a proud smile.

"Guys, we should leave.." Riley spoke up as she looked out the window.

"What why?" Hanje frowned.

"It's going to rain and it's a little bit of a walk back to y/n's place right?"

I hummed in agreement seeing as the sky was getting gloomy by the second. Everyone got up and gathered their things and headed for the door.

I stood up last and just as I was about to leave I heard a voice call out for me.

"Oi, are you really going to leave it again?" I saw Levi walking upto me.

"Huh? Leave what?"

He pointed at the table and I noticed a book on it, but not the same one. This one belonged to Hange.

"Oh that's Hanje's she must have forgotten it," I reached out for the book and simultaneously, he did the same.

I pulled my hand away as soon as it landed on his, but he swiftly took my hand in his. With the other he rummaged through his pocket and stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.

"What's this?"

"See for yourself."

I unfolded the paper slowly and when I did, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat, and force some words out.

"W-what is this?"

"Tch. What do you think?"

"I-"

"You what?"

"I-yes.."

For the first time that day, I saw the corner of his lips curl into a small smile. It was a smile that lasted only for a few seconds alright, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

"I'll see you later brat.." he walked past me towards the counter but not before calling out for me once more.

"Oh and y/n?" he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be late," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh glancing down at the paper in my hands;

Tomorrow noon, here. For tea? - Levi

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Hope you all enjoyed❤️ stay safe and keep smiling..

Ps :- I can't wait for Season 4 part 2!!! 😭❤️ So excited to see all of them again, though we really are in for a lot🥺💕

⚔️Shinzou wo sasageyo⚔️

[stargaze-issei]

Stoner Hawks being on patrol with him and maybe having a fire quirk (Dabi’s sis blue flames but you know Endevor don’t know that maybe she knows Dabi is her brother and knew that he ran away and never told her dad about it and how often she sees him but n e way she’s a hero did the whole UA thing) and being on patrol on top a building Keigo rolls a joint and moves on in readers direction like “can you spark it?🥺” maybe just smoking maybe some smut

this made me sO soft, like yes stoner hawks being the cutest 🥺 i got a little carried away with it, and somehow it ended up being 2.1k long ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`) thank u sm for requesting, i loved it.

stoner!takami with a todoroki!reader.

summary; in the request.

genre; fluff, smut.

warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (receiving-giving), curse words, idk fucking(? smut in general.

word count; 2.1k

author's note; don't judge me it's my first time writing smut ):

 your phone rang in the pocket of your hero costume, the id showing a smiley keigo. despite knowing what was about to happen, you couldn't avoid your own smile. as you answered, the first thing you heard was wind on his side of the line, you sighed, he was probably calling while flying, again.

"one of this days, you're going to crash against a plane" his melodic laugh reached through the speaker. damn, how could you stay mad when he's laughing like that?

"i'm going to assume you're already at our spot, gorgeous" this time you laughed, nervously, takami hated waiting more than anything, and there you were, thirty minutes away from your meeting point. "send me your location, i'm picking you up" and just as fast, he hung up. flying with him was a better idea than running through the city by yourself, therefore, you did as he said.

a giggle escaped your mouth, he had that effect on you, despite of knowing each other for that long. it didn't matter how many times he called you pretty, gorgeous, angel, your face instantly heated up. and he loved it, it gave you a fake innocence, that he sure knew was oly a facade. in less than five minutes, his mighty figure covered the sun above you, looking like that, he could easily be confused by an angel send from heaven.

"i know i'm hot, but you're drooling a bit" takami, the endless teaser.

"let's just go" he picked you up, bridal style, gaining a few curious glares.

your relationship, if you could call it that, had always been a subject of gossip. not you nor him had either confirmed it or deny the rumors about it, truth be told, not even you knew what you were. it was more than friendship, but not as committed as an actual couple. you were used to kiss him, sleep with him, get high with him, and that was enough. there were feelings between, from both parts, but this was the best way. two heroes, in the peak of their careers, had no time for anything else. the ride to your usual vigilance spot was short, hawks flying at a dangerous speed, despite your complete trust in him, you still wondered if he could drop you.

"what took you so long?" he asked, once you were sitting in the edge of the tall building. you sighed, to keep that secret from him was exhausting, at least.

"my brother called".

an awkward silence grew, takami knew you were endeavor's oldest daughter, his pride and joy, wether you liked it or not. obviously he knew your brother had to be endeavor's lost son, touya. what you had kept to yourself was he went now by the name dabi, a faithful follower of the hero killer's ideals.

"is he okay?"

"mhm, he needed money".

keigo wasn't going to tell you this, but every time you said you brother called because he needed something, his blood boiled in his veins. ignoring the fact that he had to stay hidden, for some reason you wouldn't say, to hawks it seemed like he only reached out to you out of material need, meanwhile you were always preocuppied with his well. takami's hand found its way to yours, even wtih gloves you could feel his warmness. 

"oh, right, i-i've been saving this for us" he took a small plastic bag out of his pocket, letting you see those green herbs. by the looks, it had to be more expensive than usual. you gasped, in a really cute way, hawks thought. no words were needed, he grindered the pot before rolling a joint. his tongue appeared to seal it, looking straight into your eyes while licking it. he knew exactly what he was doing. "may you do the honors, angel face" a small blue flame igniciate in the tip of your index finger, just as he inhale for the first time.

takami, covered in a cloud of smoke, holding a blunt on his hand, adding that chilled look in his face. was certainly a sight to see.

unspokenly, he handed it over to you. with a smile on you face, you hit it for the first time. for a while, non of you talked, just enjoying each other's company, in fact, those moments with keigo were you favorite, you didn't have to worry for anything besides him. and he thought the same, there, he could stop being hawks, he could be just keigo, your long term friend, leaving all the responsabilities of being a hero in the ground. with you, he felt like flying.

by pure coincidence, he caught you looking at his profile. the moonlight made you have a different kind of glow, like a fairy, he thought. almost withouth realizing, he leaned over to you, his lips seeking yours rather desperately. his hand wondered to your hair, finding its place in the back of your neck, pulling you closer and making sure you weren't escaping. his experimented tongue made its way into your mouth, going through every place he already knew like it was the first time. he tasted like smoke. once he knew you were on the same page, he pushed you back on solid ground, laying on top of you. a moan left your lips, drowned by his own mouth, when his still dressed hips impacted against you. 

every touch was being enhanced by the effect of the pot. he pulled away, breaking the moment. he needed to look at you, your lust filled eyes, your half opened mouth. it was enough to get him hard in his pants. with a quick movement, he took out his gloves, fastly moving to take off your complicated hero costume. maybe it was because he was blown out of his mind, or he was just to eager to see your naked body, but he had a serious struggle doing it, making a soft giggle leave your throat. 

"you could help me instead of laughing at me" he whined, jokingly upset.

"and miss the hawks having troubles with a bra? i don't think so" that seemed to made him even more anxious, you knew he was done when a small "finally" was whispered.

between laughs, giggles and smirks, he got back on top of yours. he liked to feel you naked underneath him, having you to his complete disposal, and not losing a single item of his clothes. you weren't letting him enjoy the moment to much, a girl has her need, and touching his work out abs was certainly a need. you removed his shirt, smiling at his messy hair. 

he started to leave a trace of kisses from your lips to you r collarbone, licking, biting, leaving small dark marks on your skin. just at that, you became a moaning mess, there was something so dirty about takami marking your body.

"babygirl, i haven't even started" with that, you closed your eyes, giving into pleasure as his kisses got lower and lower. when he got to your breast, your nipples were already hard, expecting to feel his wet mouth any moment now. but that wasn't all that happened, almost at the same time, you felt a hand opening its way to your drenched cunt. "look at that, you're already so wet from my mouth only".

his tongue circle you nip at a killing pace, while two fingers found their way inside you without any warning. so thight, he said, his mind already thinking on how well you could take his cock. with his thumb in the perfect position, he started massaging your swollen clit. all you could do was melt in his touch. his free hand reached to the last bit of the blunt, which rested at a safe distance. he got up, leaving you kneeled in front of him.

"open your mouth, princess" despite his loving tone, he wasn't asking, so you did as you were told and watched him hit the last of the joint, keeping as much smoke as he could beofre leaning towards you. with a kiss, he shared it with you, entangling your tongues. he licked your lips, getting back up, his hand resting on the waist of his pants. "you're gonna be a good girl, aren't you, princess?" he got his hips so close to your face that your mouth watered.

"yes, daddy" you knew calling him that was a trigger. he took out his fat dick outside his pants, so hard that it was starting to hurt. his hand placed on the back of your head, guiding you to your objective. 

as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he let out a unsually deep growl. takami never lasted that long, and being under the inffluence of weed wasn't helping. he couldn't even look down at you, the sight of your angel face, looking so fucking pretty while sucking him off, he was barely controlling himself from your noises. you struggled, gagging every once in a while, but never stopped, he loved to see the tears in your eyes. when he felt close, his dick twitch in your mouth, you tasted the precum coming out of him. before doing it, he pulled your hair back, avoiding it.

"my baby, you do it so good, do you think you deserve a reward?" to those words, you couldn't help but moan. his hand held your chin, making you look straight into his eyes.  

"please, daddy, please eat me out" he felt like losing his mind hearing you begging like that, who was him to deny it. a kiss left in your lips, before kneeling down facing your wet, juicy, cunt. thanks for the meal, he thought.

his tongue worked wonders. the second he met your needy clit, you were actually watching the stars. the ability he had, going between your folds, sucking just in the right spot, fucking you with his tongue. he had you a screaming and drooling mess in a minute.

"daddy! oh god, yes! there, keep going, please! fuck me, yes!" he loved hearing you going crazy because of him, he loved being able to do as he pleased with you. he could hear your moans forever. 

he knew you too well, instantly he could tell you were close to cum, he wasn't going to let that happen, he wanted you to cum in his dick, breaking your back, leaving you so fucked up you wouldn't be able to walk afterwards. feeling him leave you on the edge was torture. 

"are you so desperate for me, little bird?" he crawled to you, placing his hips on top of yours. you weren't even thinking when he kissed you, loving the thought of you tasting yourself. you wrapped your hands around his neck, reaching his back, if there was something he liked was you scratching his back until it bleed.

with a slow, gentle hursh, he deepend inside you, admiring the image of you closing your eyes at the pain. even prepared and lubed, he was just too big for you. as he felt you adptaing, his pace got faster and harder, his hands grabbed tightly into your hips, probably leaving bruises afterwards. in less than a minute, he already had a constant pace inside you, hitting your spot with every thurst. you whimpers and his groans mixed in the air. one of his hands travelled to your neck, applying a little pressure on it while his thumb fitted in your mouth. that was the view he wanted to see for his whole life. 

"you're such a slut, baby girl, but you're my slut, right?" you sucked his thumb, your mind couldn't form coherent words and his finger didn't let you speak. "oh yes, cum with me, princess, cum for daddy" his words were like music to your ears. 

the orgasm you repressed for a while felt so close, when you finally reached it, your walls clenched around his dick even harder than before, a scream of pleasure filling the atmosphere. not long after, you felt his warm cum exploding inside you, his grab hardened and a moan left his lips. he stayed there for a while, retaking his breath.his wings served as a wall for the cold wind running. finally, he retired from you, laying at your side while hugging you with one of his arms.

you looked at him, despite not being your actuall boyfriend, he loved you as much as you loved him. though tired, the fuzzy feeling inside you didn't stop, you wondered if it was just you being still high as a rocket, or if that's what love felt like.

[amazingmsme]

Tender Darkness and a Secret Touch

AN: This is the softest thing I’ve ever written, Geralt loves Jaskier so much. He’s so in love okay he just wants to touch Jaskier and make him happy and be sweet with him. This was longer than I thought it was gonna be, little over 4k, please enjoy this incredibly tender and loving fic.

It started out as an accident. No really. They had pushed their bedrolls together like they always do once it gets cold. At some point in the middle of the night, Geralt woke up to adjust himself, flushing internally as he realized he had been hugging the bard in his sleep. He shifted away, fingers brushing over his side. That's when he heard it: a quick, quiet giggle.

Geralt furrowed his brows at the sound. What on earth had made him laugh in his sleep? It could've been a dream, but it had been all too sudden... He had a theory, and it wasn't too far fetched. He reached out to test it, drumming his fingers over his ribs. The giggle returned, paired with light squirming. In his sleep, Jaskier spoke.

"Hehehey... that tihickles..." Geralt smirked to himself but backed off. They had been traveling all day and Jaskier made sure it be known how exhausted he was. It would be far too cruel to wake him in the middle of the night with such an attack.

He decided he would wait until the right time to exploit this weakness of his. Sometime when he was being just a bit too annoying or was complaining too much. He didn't plan on letting this information go to waste. Only what he didn't expect was how hard it would be for Geralt himself to initiate such a playful interaction. Gods, just the thought of seeing Jaskier flushed and laughing under him sent a wave of heat through his body. He himself was not a playful, teasing man, how would he even go about it? Dig his fingers into his side and watch him with his usual stoic expression? That just felt wrong. But if he let himself smile he knows he'd never stop, and he really didn't need to hear Jaskier's own relentless teasing and compliments about how nice his smile was.

"What's got you all smiley today?"

The question yanked Geralt from his thoughts so fast, he nearly choked on his spit. "What?" Jaskier looks up at him with a smirk.

"That nearly permanent frown of yours was turned up at the corner, an' honestly that's the closest thing to a smile I've seen from you in months," he teased. Geralt rolled his eyes. "So spill."

"Nothing, just imagined you tripping into a stream and ruining that outfit," he easily lied, knowing how worked up he'd get over that. It was one of his favorites after all. A loud gasp ripped itself from his throat.

"You take that back right now! How dare you cast such bad juju on me!" he scolded. What he didn't expect was for Jaskier to reach up and squeeze his knee. His body went stiff and he barely managed to suppress the surprised squeak that wanted to escape.

He could test it now. Could stop Roach right there in the middle of the empty road and pounce. But someone could walk up and see them. He'd rather die than have that happen. He could invite him to take a break and ride Roach in front of him, but that would be far too suspicious. Jaskier would know he was plotting something. Or he could let it slide.

Coward.

As they set up camp, Geralt made sure to push their bedrolls together. He sat close to him all evening, debating whether or not to man up and just do it already. But then it grew late and they were settling in for sleep. He waited until far after Jaskier's breath had evened out. He gently began tracing shapes over Jaskier's stomach, even slipping underneath his shirt once he got bolder.

Jaskier's shoulders bounced with soft giggles. He wiggled slightly, pressing back against Geralt to escape from his hand. That certainly sent blood rushing lower than it should've. He controlled himself and pulled away, dreaming of bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile.

~~~~

Once they reunited in the spring, Geralt made a point to frequent more inns. Jaskier might think it was weird if they continued to push their bedrolls together every night, but if they so happened to be shacked up in a room with only one bed, well they didn't really have a choice now did they? Except for when Jaskier went to order them a nice meal or set up for a performance, Geralt would ask for a room with a single rather than a double. After the first few times, Jaskier made note of it with an almost sly smile. He hoped he didn't catch on. (Or if he did, that he didn't mind.)

Geralt continued to let his hands roam over the sleeping bard's body, listening to the sounds of his sweet chuckles. He found that if he hit a particularly sensitive spot, a snort would mix in with his soft snores. Each noise he'd make was the most beautiful sound to ever grace Geralt's ears.

He settled in first, Jaskier following suit and pressing right up against his body. "Mmm you're warm," he hummed. It was a myth that witcher's couldn't blush, and that comment sent color straight to his cheeks. He was glad Jaskier's eyes were closed. Melitele knows his teasing would only make it worse. Geralt woke up after some time. Jaskier still slept peacefully. Geralt pressed closer, inhaling his sweet scent. He couldn't help but feel guilty doing this. Jaskier was asleep, he didn't know what was going on. He was abusing this information without his knowledge. But he wasn't guilty enough to stop.

Meanwhile, all this time, Jaskier had spent weeks, months even, wondering why he was in such a desperate, needy mood. He craved a certain kind of touch, and it had been years since he'd actually had it. Of all his wants and desires, tickling was the one thing that was impossible for him to admit he craved. He just wanted to feel happy and out of control again. To trust someone enough to let them completely unwind him. And then the dreams started.

Sometimes it would be the loving touch of his mother, cheering him up after a bad day, or a playful fight with an old friend. But mostly he would dream of Geralt. Quite silly, he knew. He would never engage in something so childish, especially if he thought there was any chance at retaliation. Oh well, the dreams would just have to suffice. He began looking forward to going to sleep because it meant he could have Geralt looming over him, hands roaming his body and making him come undone. Sadly, that's all it would ever be. A dream.

Geralt began tapping his sides. He heard the first gentle puff of air and saw the twitch of his lips. This only encouraged him. He moved his hands over his stomach and ribs, blunt nails lightly scratching the skin. His sleepy snickers grew to soft laughter in his slumber. He could feel Jaskier's belly shake under his fingers, and that made him crave a more wild laugh. But he didn't dare give up what he had now.

A finger circled over the quivering tummy, subconsciously closing in on his bellybutton. When it dipped inside, he felt his body jerk as he barked out a quick laugh and a snort, jerking himself awake.

Geralt froze.

The tickling in his dream became too much and he jolted awake, eyes flying open with a laugh. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, afraid he might wake Geralt. He'd kill himself if the witcher knew he'd been dreaming about... that. That was strange, even though he was awake he could still feel the tingling after effects on his skin. He looked down, seeing his arms wrapped around him. And how convenient for his hands to be placed where they were...

Geralt decided his best course of action was to play it off like he was twitching in his sleep. His fingers pressed into the soft skin, wiggling and twitching slightly. Jaskier sucked his stomach in with a bubbly laugh, louder than when he's sleeping.

"G-Geheralt?" he asked into the darkness to see if he was awake. When he didn't answer, he tried again, having to suppress a snort. This couldn't actually be happening, could it? The, perhaps unrequited, love of his life was snuggled next to him tickling him in his sleep. He gives a giggly sigh. "M-muhuhust be dreheaming," he whispered to himself. "Luhucky mehehe."

Jaskier's words filled Geralt with immense joy. His tired voice laced with snickers was like a drug, and he couldn't get enough of it. He allowed an eye to peak open a crack, just to watch the way his features scrunched adorably and his body squirmed. Did he mean "lucky me" in the sarcastic sense, or... was he actually enjoying this? Melitele's tits please let it be the latter. And then he felt his hand being moved. He let out a sad sigh that he masked as a soft snore but then he noticed his hand wasn't being moved away... In fact, it was being switched to a different spot.

Jaskier shrugged. "Since I'm already awake..." He slowly trailed Geralt's hand up his side, freezing when he snored a little louder before continuing. He stopped once he reached his underarm. Jaskier felt incredibly giddy and nervous, like he was doing something bad and was about to get caught. The thrill made it all the more exciting. "You don't mind if I borrow this do you?" he quietly asked Geralt's "sleeping" form. The witcher couldn't believe what was happening... Jaskier did like this, basically confirmed it. It was so incredibly hard not to pounce now. He let his fingers twitch and drum against his hollow.

Jaskier tucked his arms behind his head, biting his lip to contain the squeal that begged to escape. His body wiggled slightly and he struggled to remain still. He had to clamp his other hand over his mouth as Geralt's fingers picked up speed, and Jaskier just knew the bastard had to be aware of what he was doing... The thought made him redder than a tomato.

His nails scratched the center of his armpit and Jaskier's arm came crashing down with a loud squeal. He immediately clamped his hands over his mouth. If he pretended to continue sleeping, it would look too suspicious. He sat up on his elbow. "Jaskier? You okay?" Even in the dark, he could see the bard's deep blush.

Jaskier nodded all too quickly. "Mhm! Just, um, bad dream is all," he lied, hoping it was convincing. Geralt looked him up and down with what seemed to be concern. Even in the dark, he could see the witcher's mischievous smirk.

Geralt licked his lips, staring in his eyes. He could hear the man's heart pounding in his chest. "Well... I'm here if you need me," he says. Jaskier's eyes sparkle with such admiration that it makes Geralt want to toss everything to the wind and kiss him right now. But... there was a chance he didn't feel the same way and he couldn't risk losing him for good. Jaskier nods and settles back under the covers, pressing his body closer than before.

~~~~

Jaskier has a theory. He knows what Geralt's like when he's sleeping; he's watched him rest many times to know he's almost always still when he's resting. (It's not creepy he swears! They've been traveling together for years now, he's bound to see the man sleep.) And his hand movements were too calculated, too precise for him to be asleep. He was sure of it. That's why he insisted they stay another night at the inn, to test his theory. That, and to sleep in an actual bed for once. They had started to do it more often, thank the heavens.

He made sure to drink a cup of coffee at dinner to help him stay awake. After a rousing performance, he played up his exhaustion, yawning and stretching quite a few times. Each time he raised his arm above his head, he caught Geralt eying him almost hungrily. Finally, he smirked and purred, "See something you like?" He could've sworn he actually turned pink.

Geralt flushed and looked away with a growl. "Shut it, bard."

Jaskier's smirk grew. "Make me, witcher," he sassed back. Geralt should've pounced right then and there, but what if he actually didn't like it? What if he somehow made him uncomfortable? He'd rather continue his secret teasing not knowing than test it now and risk giving it all up. This was so stupid, he'd never over think this if it were Eskel or Lambert sassing back. He wouldn't think twice about putting them in their place each time they smarted off. Then again, he didn't want to wrap them in his arms and shower them with kisses and rip off their clothes. He figured those feelings might be the source of his hesitation.

When Geralt failed to act, only offering his signature "Hmm," Jaskier sighed. Perhaps he really had been asleep and had no clue about his giggly weakness. He was sure that if he knew, he wouldn't think twice before turning him into an incoherent mess, if only to tease him for it later and hold it over his head each time he acted out.

Or maybe, for whatever reason, he was in it for the long con. Heh, wouldn't that be something. "That's what I thought," he tried to sound smug but it was more of a fed up huff. With another fake yawn, he laid down in the bed and snuggled under the covers. "Whoo, I'm beat. Good night Geralt."

He gave a soft chuckle. "Good night Jaskier... Sweet dreams," he added. He knew he didn't really have a nightmare last night, but he wanted to say it anyway. The quick flutter of the other man's heart was definitely worth it.

Jaskier stuttered, "T-thank you." In all their years traveling together, Geralt had never been this, well, sweet was probably the best word for it, as he had in the past few months. It made him want to swoon.

He settled down and tried to slow his heart enough to hopefully trick Geralt. He was really hoping for a similar event to last night. He thought of boring things, but nothing too boring. He didn't want to actually fall asleep, because he needed to prove something.

Geralt followed suit soon after and climbed under the covers. He wraps an arm around his middle, smiling when he feels Jaskier lean into the touch. 30 minutes pass... An hour. That's funny, his heartbeat is still slightly faster than it usually is when he's asleep... He must be dreaming. He hopes it isn't a real nightmare this time.

He reached up and gently cards through his hair. "So soft," he mutters to himself. His voice is soothing and barely even a whisper.

Jaskier does an excellent job keeping his heart rate in check. The affectionate touch is so unlike how Geralt normally is and he can feel himself falling even deeper for the man.

His hand caresses the back of his head before scratching the nape of his neck with blunt nails. Jaskier's lips can't help but twitch in a sleepy smile. Geralt smiles back and targets the hairline. The spot is surprisingly sensitive and he has to refrain himself from slapping a hand over his mouth to conceal the small snort that leaves him. He hears Geralt's soft snickers. That beautiful bastard.

He traces his fingers over the shell of his ear, and giggles are flowing more freely from Jaskier's lips. His shoulders shake ever so slightly. He's feeling particularly bold tonight and nestles his face in the crook just behind his ear and between the back of his skull. He takes a deep whiff of his scent. Sandalwood and fresh blackberries with a hint of lavender.

Meanwhile Jaskier's trying hard not to lose his mind or blow his cover. Right now he couldn't be more thankful that he was turned away from the man. The growing heat between his legs would've surely given him away and Geralt would've never spoken to him again. His warm breath tickled him lightly and breathy gasps of laughter left his lips.

He began nipping and nibbling the very back of his neck and Jaskier's giggles raised in pitch. His hand fluttered under his chin and scratched maddeningly along his jawline. He kept it up for a few more minutes before stopping as he himself settled in for sleep.

Jaskier couldn't feel more awake.

~~~~

Twice in a row could be a coincidence, but three would make it a pattern. They left the town and set out on the road, traveling as they normally do. Jaskier's mind was reeling from the night before. He could still feel Geralt nuzzling into his neck and he craved more. That night, when he set up camp, Jaskier pressed their bedrolls together. Geralt gave him a strange look but didn't protest. Maybe he was just as excited about going to bed as he was.

After dinner, they laid on their backs and stared at the stars. They pointed to different constellations and shared the stories they've heard about them. When a shooting star streaked across the sky, Jaskier shook his shoulder and pointed up.

"Did you see it? Come on, make a wish!" he closed his eyes and silently asked for the last two nights not to be a fluke. That it would happen again because that would mean Geralt liked it too. And that meant he liked him.

Geralt rolled his eyes but complied. His lids slid shut and he wished that for once emotions came easy to him. That he could let Jaskier know how he felt. They continued their stargazing for a little while longer before settling in for the night.

Jaskier again stayed awake, hoping for a repeat of the last two nights. And again, Geralt continued his secret routine of hearing Jaskier's sweet laughter before he dozed off. Though this time, Geralt starts lower, scratching the backs of his knees. Soft snickers fell from his lips as he curled up. Geralt's hand scratched up the backs of his thighs and Jaskier kicked in his "sleep."

Meanwhile Geralt wore the fondest smile on his face. His hands drew idle shapes over his hip and along his back. Jaskier arched away and squirmed like mad. His fingers tapped out rhythms to songs, his songs. That made him practically melt in his arms. He really had been listening... both hands traced the soft muscle on his stomach and made circles over the soft skin. And then he added that torturously light, incredibly teasing nibbling at the back of his neck and it was just too much to bear. The closeness of it all. The overwhelming fondness he clearly felt but was afraid to share. The touches so light they drove him completely mad and he was begging for a firmer touch that would send him straight to utter insanity.

He couldn't bear it anymore. He needed something more; he needed things like this to happen during the day, when he didn't have to pretend. He needed Geralt to know it was okay and he needed to know how he felt because he was sure he'd explode if he had to endure another night of this incredibly torturous, overwhelmingly tender moment that he couldn't enjoy to its fullest extent. So he finally snapped.

"Fuck Ihihi cahan't do this anymore!" he quietly exclaimed and turned around to face Geralt. Said man looked like a frozen deer. Jaskier thought it was rather adorable. His eyes were wide in shock, mouth slightly agape and his cheeks puffed out in embarrassment. Though his face couldn't exactly blush, his ears would turn red and his normally warm body temperature would rise even more. But he didn't need to blush for Jaskier to know he was incredibly flustered.

Fuck. Geralt was left speechless as Jaskier turned around and snapped at him. He'd blown it: had gone too far and woke Jaskier and upset the other man. He probably thought he was weird and a creep and- wait... I can't do this anymore. What did that mean?

"I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep," he managed to choke out but didn't meet Jaskier's gaze. He rolled his eyes and gave a small, amused huff.

"Yeah, I figured as much. But it's okay, really, you don't have to only do this when you think I'm asleep," he assured softly.

Geralt nodded, still unable to look directly at him. "So uh, how long have you known?" he dared to ask. Jaskier shrugged.

"Just the three nights, including tonight. Wait- how long have you been doing this?" he asked, furrowing his brow. Geralt muttered something, barely audible. "Speak up dear, we don't all have witcher hearing," he teased lightly.

Geralt turned away so he didn't have to look at him. "Few months." Now it was Jaskier's turn to gawk, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"A few months?" he asked incredulously. Geralt curled in on himself. He'd gone too far, he knew he should've never done this, should've just let him be. But he was selfish and secretly needy.

No wonder Jaskier had been having those teasing dreams! It was all Geralt. "You're telling me that you made me suffer for months dreaming of you turning me into an incoherent mess while I could've had the real thing?" he asked before he could think better of it and promptly snapped his mouth shut. Geralt turned back around at those words, curious and hopeful.

While Geralt wasn't capable of blushing, Jaskier was not so lucky. His cheeks glowed bright red, even in the dark. Now it was his turn to look away. Geralt let his lips quirk up in a tiny smile. "So... you're not mad?"

Jaskier scoffed and crossed his arms. "I'm a little fed up that you thought you could only do this in my sleep, but no. I'm not mad," he said, and a soft smile of his own found his face. "What I want to know is why. I mean, I tried to make it clear that it was okay for you to, y'know, be affectionate if you so wished. Clapping my shoulder, holding my hand, touching my hair, I never once shied away from your touch. I thought I was doing a rather fine job domesticating you-" Geralt scoffed and Jaskier glared playfully.

"I'm not domesticated," he said. Jaskier chuckled.

"Believe me, I know. But, I liked to think you were warming up to me, that you would just do something if you felt like it. And I mean, I know I can be a handful and you could've very easily put me in my place with that knowledge. Most people wouldn't think twice before using that to their advantage. So why didn't you?" he asked gently.

Geralt grunted as he thought of a sufficient answer. "I found out one night by accident. You told me in your sleep after I pressed against your side. I thought about doing it, but it just. It never seemed like the right time to test it. I'm not really... playful or funny, I guess. I wasn't too sure how to go about it," he admits. Jaskier scooted closer, eyes glistening in the pale moonlight streaming in through the trees.

"But something made you continue. What was it?"

Geralt tilted his head down, as if to hide. "I'm not sure. You just seemed so happy. And I liked that I was the one making you happy. You just seemed so peaceful when you were sleeping, and then you'd smile and uh, you have a nice laugh."

Jaskier's heart was fluttering, and he was sure Geralt could hear it. "Geralt? Do you... like me?" He looked at him.

"Of course I do."

"No I mean, do you like like me?" he asked nervously, biting his lip and trying not to sound too hopeful, too desperate.

Geralt nodded after a moment of tense silence, giving a gentle hum. His lips quirked in a slightly teasing smile. "I suppose I do. Do you... like like me?"

Jaskier couldn't help but giggle at his adorable awkwardness. "I've only been following you across the continent for years and years. What do you think?"

"So that's a yes?" Jaskier tilted his head back with a bright laugh and nodded.

"Good." He hugged him close and they settled under the covers. A beat, and then realization dawned on Geralt. "Wait, so when you said I made you suffer for months without the real thing, does that mean you like it?"

Jaskier went stiff and his blush deepened. "No comment." Geralt's smile widened.

"I think it does."

"Shut uuuuup!" Jaskier whined and playfully smacked him.

Geralt chuckled deeply. The sound sent a pleasant chill up Jaskier's spine. "I'll take that as a yes. It's too late for us to make a ruckus, but you should know that I plan to test the extent of my knowledge tomorrow."

Jaskier was already giggling and squirming away. "C-can't wait."

[emersonfreepress]

What would the ro's be like in a zombie au?

whyyyyy anon whyyy. I'm actually gonna write this in like.. slightly different terms, you'll see. any time I even briefly think of a zombie au I'm just like

I WANNA WRITE IT SO BADDD

i don't even allow myself to entertain it for very long because getting into that would be the worst thing ever for my productivity with the alpha omg 😂😂 so I'll put like the ideas that pop into my head for writing a zombie au, to work some of that creative frustration out 😆

so in this very general, absolutely noncommittal idea of mine, the main cast are older and the setting is in and around a civilian settlement led by the Emersons.

and as a refresher, i like my zombie aus to have fast zombies and fast infections ^ ^ 28 Days Later/Train to Busan style babyyyy, we the Sprinting Dead up in this bitch 😆

= = =

Gabe is, predictably, looking for what's left of his family. Following rumors of safe havens and bunkers and such. Starts the story as someone who tries to be diplomatic, if not outright pacifist, but as times get tougher and resources dwindle, he'd become one of the most cutthroat motherfuckers in the wasteland. Low-key though, low-key. People won't trust you if they know you’re capable of throwing them to a horde for strategic reasons. Like if Rick turned into Shane (for those of us familiar with early Walking Dead--idk did that happen eventually? i gave up before we even met Negan lol). The end justifies the means :) Damn, I can legit see Gabe going full evil in a zombie au omg 😂😂 i want to write it so fucking bad

Preferred weapon for zed encounters: rifle

Preferred weapon for human encounters: handgun

Faith in humanity: fucking zero

Zombie kill count: plenty; the type to kill every zombie he has spare ammo and time for

Human kill policy: When it benefits him or the people he’s looking after

Survival rating: B+; he can make it out of some pretty dire situations through sheer will to live and ruthlessness

- - -

Kile has arrived--clearly, this is the timeline they belong in. They start their journey with Gabe (and their doggo) and stick to him like glue, even reluctantly so when Gabe eventually has them join the settlement. This can only go one way, though: Kile's just too much of a wildcard for the group and hates being told what to do. (Especially now that society has fallen, wtf) They'd make their exit alone and unannounced aside from a brief head’s up to Gabe. It's slightly bittersweet, but also? They get to loot and hunt and sneak around and kill fucking zombies, all by themself. Kile is a loner, a hiker, and a hunter to begin with so they do beyond fine on their own. However, once the inevitable violent human threat comes for the settlement, Gabe is sent out to convince Kile to come out of isolation, just this once please, to be the camp’s super soldier help defend the camp.

Zed weapon: p much anything they can get their hands on, ranged or melee, blunt or sharp, w/e; improvised weapons

Human weapon: hunting knife

Faith in humanity: never had any to begin with

Zombie kill count: lol infinite?? any zed they come across is double-dead if they have the time for it

Human kill policy: at Gabe’s direction or when provoked enough/threatened

Survival rating: A-; they trust no one, live in isolation, and prioritize survival above all else. only reason it’s not higher is they would risk their life for Gabe or their furbaby and also... their own Rambo-esque antics def attracts the occasional horde lmao

- - -

Jack... this poor boy, he doesn't deserve a zombie au 😂 He's one of those people that first believes zombies are just sick people, too squeamish to keep up with TV news coverage at the onset and too upset to consider anything else. He'd hunker down at home, staying holed up even while his neighbors evacuated, and probably be discovered while the main group is looting the same place as him. When people try to tell him the real state of the world, he'd be in denial until he absolutely couldn't be anymore. idk, probably after Kile shooting a bunch of non-lethal holes thru a zombie to make a point (attracting more in the process lol).

He’d almost immediately join the medical team at the settlement and as word spreads about how easy he is to talk to, he quickly becomes the literal on-site therapist. It's a role he embraces but... idk if it's an emotional burden he can bear. He's very emotionally resilient! But he ain't a professional lol imagine a whole settlement of traumatized zombie survivors seeking you out for counseling, yikes. He also can't say no to a person in need, so instead he quietly spirals into a very private depression while continuing to help others!!

Zed weapon: Oh gosh, do I really have to?

Human weapon: ...Kindness?

Faith in humanity: Unrealistically high

Zombie kill count: Single digit

Human kill policy: Not ever, unless completely unavoidable and to defend the defenseless

Survival rating: C...? idk, that feels generous. D+. To be protected at all costs!!

- - -

Jessie also had the initial reaction of hoping zombies could be saved, but she woke up from that dream swiftly. The science-minded person that she is, esp with her interest in biology, leaves her determined to find anybody who's got the intellect, expertise, and resources to start doing actual work toward a treatment, cure, vaccine—anything. Nothing would get her to finally unabashedly embrace her love of science (and innate leadership skills!!) faster than a zombie apocalypse! In fact, it’s thanks to her that the Emerson settlement’s got a small but growing team of scientists doing as much research as humanly possible to best educate the others on the outbreak and zombie behavior. Def no zombie experimentation going on though lol. ...Not yet, at least.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: rifle

Faith in humanity: High! We’ll find a solution! Don’t give up hope!

Zombie kill count: Double digits, but less than 30

Human kill policy: Only in unavoidable self-defense or defense of others

Survival rating: B! She has experience with ranged weapons, farming and gardening skills, first aid, camping experience, and a can-do attitude with a healthy dose of realism!

- - -

Rain remains cargo as I said in the last post about this 😆 They'd be very good for keeping clothes repaired and making useful modifications in the settlement, but their life up to this point has been very sheltered and privileged. We're talking somebody with a chauffeur and a personal chef before the outbreak! They would contribute to quality of life and homemaking efforts more than anything—an overlooked aspect of these scenarios tbh! After as many months of dragging their feet as possible and being nigh impossible to track down when you need them, they eventually become involved in meal planning and even help out with medical stuff if they're asked.

Zed weapon: how do you reload this thing again?

Human weapon: switchblade or other concealable sharp-pointy

Faith in humanity: Very low

Zombie kill count: 0! Can you believe it!

Human kill policy: Well if it’s you or me, of course I’m choosing me.

Survival rating: C. Being so tiny helps them find good hiding spots and their self-preservation is high enough to keep them from unnecessary risk-taking. Plus they're very stealthy! Self-defense is a major issue though, so hiding is always their best option.

- - -

Rupan/Rohan scouts for and leads scavenging missions and is Curt's right hand on the recruitment team. The two of them together are the perfect combo of diplomacy, debate, and deception--although R is more honorable about the last one and will only deceive for strategic reasons. When they aren’t looting and recruiting, they’re doing peacekeeping inside the settlement. Most social disputes end up getting brought to them for mediation and they’re pretty dang good at making and enforcing calls. One day they’ll wake up to realize they’ve basically become a sheriff and feel the need to puke their guts up and do something, anything, to reassure themself they’re still punk 😂

Zed weapon: SMG

Human weapon: shotgun

Faith in humanity: Believes in fundamental goodness but knows better than to trust first impressions

Zombie kill count: decent, more than 40; you won’t catch them having a field day tho, they’re trying to gtfo of most zed situations

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. And they aren’t, at all, immune to a revenge rampage either...

Survival rating: B-. Can handle themself both with humans and zeds but is vulnerable to hostage situations and truly difficult sentimental/interpersonal decisions!

- - -

Vivian/Vincent manages inventory and stock and they run it so efficiently it’s scary! They're the perfect pick: a hawk-eyed tyrant and tattletale 😂 Despite constantly butting heads with just about everyone on every imaginable thing, they quickly become an important part of the inner circle of decision-makers for the settlement at large. Terrible at stealth, jumpy, and squeamish at the sight of blood and gore, they literally never go on missions unless they're 100% needed for their expertise on a supply run. (They would deny all of these shortcomings are that big a problem, meanwhile R is definitely acting as their bodyguard lol.) When they do tag along, they're prone to becoming the damsel in distress. Seriously, it happens near every fucking time. It's like they just attract only the most improbable and perilous zombie attacks and hostage situations 😆

Zed weapon: shotgun

Human weapon: handgun

Faith in humanity: Medium; seeing people work together at the settlement helps restore it a bit

Zombie kill count: Double digits, under 25

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. Well, no, not by me! Get one of the ruffians to do it!

Survival rating: C-. They’d be higher if they weren’t such natural zombie bait.

- - -

Heidi is running the settlement, well-organized to the degree of actually managing to bring bureaucracy to a post-zombie apocalypse settlement 😂 People are free to come and go, but getting in if you don't live there requires trading something of value (fuel, med supplies, food, etc), temporary surrender and registry of firearms and explosives, and you gotta GTFO at the time and date specified upon entry! You can stay long-term if you contribute to the community in a tangible way—and each person admitted is approved by Heidi personally. Yes, every individual. No, she has no free time. And she is not known to be lenient with rule breakers—you want rule bending, you’ll have to go to Curt for that. People kind of hate her, but it can't be denied that she runs a tight ship. She kind of throws herself into the work to avoid the harsher reality at large and hasn't left the settlement in a long time. She's out of touch with how bad things have gotten in the wastes, but she knows better than to take reports at anything less than face value--even when she's skeptical.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: handgun; dagger

Faith in humanity: Medium. It fluctuates, honestly

Zombie kill count: Double digits, less than 20

Human kill policy: Violent threats must be taken out if they can’t be reasoned with. Spare those who surrender, eradicate those who don't, keep an eye on the newbies. Not tryin’ to nurse any vendettas around here lol

Survival rating: B. She's good with a firearm, masterful at persuasion, and savvy enough to calculate risks appropriately. Also far tougher than her prim exterior and demeanor suggests!

- - -

Curt leads the recruitment and reconnaissance teams! When a new person or group shows up in the area, Curt's the one who stalks watches them, decides if they're worth approaching, and if they should be approached with an invitation, a simple acknowledgment/announcement of their presence, or an outright armed warning to leave the area. He also keeps tabs on morale and general confidence inside the settlement, alongside R. When he isn’t leading those efforts, though, he’s flirting with settlers and squirreling his way out of manual labor and other chores. He’s also secretly growing weed at his place--don’t tell Heidi or Vi ‘cause they’ll wanna yell at him and ration it UGH.

Zed weapon: SMG, explosives

Human weapon: handgun, dagger

Faith in humanity: Pft, sorry, what now?

Zombie kill count: ...way more than you’d expect

Human kill policy: I don’t start confrontations, but I sure as fuck end them.

Survival rating: A! He’s good at playing hapless idiot when it suits him to be underestimated, good with firearms, and capable of being ruthless and decisive in life or death situations! Plus he has no qualms about ditching the settlement if he decides it’s not working out for him. Just don’t tell Heidi lol

[fugitivehues]

DNseasons - White Day art by @fugitivehues & writing by @keikotwins

The rules of their little one-sided game were implicit yet clear: papa knew, papa decided, papa won. Meanwhile, Satoshi was allowed to distract himself and remain silent; a few more hours together and his satisfied father would leave him in peace. Their little “entertainment” that night dealt with going to a soba restaurant nearby the boy’s flat and bonding over the latter’s birthday. To sum up: a wasted evening he could have spent eating the very same meal in the very same place, but alone.

Anything but the proud man who walked by his side, delighted to have found out Satoshi’s preferred restaurant and bring him there himself, would have been better. Not only did it make him unbearable, but the boy would have to be twice as careful before visiting again. A regular “coincidental” reception committee would definitely spoil the place.

Satoshi only raised his eyes when his father pushed the door open, bringing his own attention back to the latter’s voice – but, as they entered the modest room, care switched to another urgent matter. Niwa Kosuke sat at the bar and, icing on the brick, smiled in his direction to indicate he had probably been waiting. Not that the boy would have disliked exchanging a word or two with him, but he had another, more disagreeable guest to manage.

Inexorably, Niwa rose from his chair to approach and greet him. From the brief glances he threw to his companion, he had obviously not expected him to have company.

“Good evening, Hiwatari-kun. I was hoping we’d meet tonight.”

Polite indifference was the best Satoshi could display between both pairs of eyes, but he couldn’t help the slight frown his eyebrows had tensed into. He had never invited this man here before; was the entire population of Azumano aware he spent many of his evenings there, and how many more would show up before the bill? However, his father had stopped talking. Dissatisfied another knew the exclusive piece of information he had been priding himself with a couple minutes before? Even if the presence of a Niwa in front of Police Commissioner Hiwatari filled Satoshi with everything but ease, he at least enjoyed the private pleasure of seeing him disappointed.

“An acquaintance of yours, Satoshi?” It was unavoidable, wasn’t it?

“Niwa-san, this is my father.”

Mandatory salutations filled the air, both men obviously content to meet either Hiwatari Satoshi’s caretaker or an amiable member of a criminal family. When Niwa Kosuke attempted to step aside for the evening, Hiwatari even invited him to join them. Politeness and curiosity fought for a moment in brown eyes, but, without Satoshi showing any hint, Niwa decided to stay. His choice. It would be a wonderful birthday celebration either way.

“Daisuke had told me today was your birthday, and I thought… Maybe we could eat something for the occasion.”

The waiter bringing them to their table didn’t interrupt Hiwatari from thanking their guest for the care, and Niwa Kosuke received a brilliant performance of the doting father speech, including an original variation dealing with the relief their guest brought him by watching over his loner son. Said son sat across their guest: from there, he could peek at his face at will.

Somehow, Niwa Kosuke had always had a special aura. A desire to not show himself off in humility, perhaps including aversion towards such practices; something Satoshi had appreciated and, in a way, admired. In the circle of adults he mixed with, neither honesty nor modesty were the norm. At this moment, he did not know what to think of the polite interest Niwa expressed in front of Hiwatari’s usual small talk. Was he playing the social game or staying true to his integrity? Had he foreseen his interlocutor’s intentions?

As a tiny, petty, utterly useless attempt at having any control over the situation, Satoshi ordered three bowls of his usual noodles to the returning waiter without asking the two others’ opinion. Despite their initial surprise, both men decided to think Satoshi had given a blunt yet advised recommendation, and another warm conversation about him and his personality resumed around the table. As long as the discussion remained on him and did not slip toward Niwa Daisuke…

The boy let his mind slip away towards greener, quieter pastures, an ear still open just in case. Earlier that day, said Niwa Daisuke and a few other classmates had given their wishes to Satoshi. Avoiding sliding odd letters in his shoe locker or following him all day long in a whispering pack was always appreciated; the sobriety of a clear, candid “happy birthday” had made its little effect. Over the last year, this class – or at least part of it – had kept on surprising him. Satoshi had always taken polite indifference as basic decency; somehow, these schoolmates and Niwa Kosuke had let him peek at something new. Something he could also tolerate. Replaying the events in his mind did give him a chance to sharpen his opinion on them, switching social expectations from indifference to… What was it, exactly?

A ceramic bowl appeared in his field of vision, snapping him out of his thoughts, quickly followed by its two peers. Kitsune soba, simple and efficient with its aburaage and onion toping, a safe bet no matter the restaurant. Whereas Satoshi had already grabbed his chopsticks, Niwa was still waiting for the waiter to finish distributing the glasses of water, respectfully tilting his head in process.

But before any wish could be pronounced, before any bite could be taken, before the server could even return to the counter, Satoshi recognised another familiar face in the room. Then two. And three.

“Commander Hiwatari! Good to see you!”

Chopsticks froze in the air as several of his subordinates waved at him from afar, way too happy-looking to be entirely sober. One of them was ordering food and, as the officer who had first spoken raised his voice again to, this time, wish Satoshi a happy birthday, several echoed from the door of the restaurant. They had apparently come as a group of half-dozen. Without the uniform, nothing could differentiate them from regular office workers spending time together after a long day.

Contrasting with the previous calm rumbling of the evening dinner, merry men approached to congratulate the boy on this special day, and, without any hint of surprise, greet the big boss who sat beside him. Satoshi put the chopsticks back onto his bowl, barely surprised when a table joined theirs, barely responding when voices asked him how it felt to be fifteen, how he celebrated with his friends and, maybe, girlfriend that day; if he came here often and recommended anything…

Mentally checking who was present that night and who seemingly tolerated alcohol less, he realised that his mood improved significantly by the minute. These men or others, what difference did it make? He had been given so many birthday wishes it made the previous years of his life ridiculous in comparison; the man who called himself his father wasn’t even special anymore in that regard. To everyone in this room that night, he was an ordinary child having soba, a boy they could and wanted to give attention to. Nothing else, nothing more than an ordinary child.

[thekidultlife]

#3 Dom/Sub | 30 Nights with Lee Jihoon

30 Nights with Lee Jihoon

Once a week. Almost thrice a month.

Sometimes even more.

It was Lee Jihoon’s idea.

As assassins working on opposing sides, life is always on the edge. Deceit, death and violence are invariably a lifestyle; things that never fail to tail behind you as sowers of chaos. Thus, it is necessary for things to be quick, temporary and detached, in case something unexpected happens. In matters of carnal needs, the same rules apply.

The arrangement was simple and straightforward. When the time and place has been agreed upon months prior via discrete channels, you or Jihoon would sneak into the venue of choice either as guest or staff a few days ahead of schedule. Meanwhile, the other would sneak into the hotel through a different manner and finally meet up in the room you have decided upon. Every rendezvous would be done in a distinct method in order to lose anyone who would attempt to look.

Tonight’s tryst, much like every other, was expertly done.

Posing as a socialite guest for the fundraising gala at the hotel’s expansive function room, it was easy for you to get in and get out. On the other hand, Jihoon had entered the hotel as a businessman on a trip a few days ago and it would be his last night staying at the hotel.

“Hm. This place is way nicer than the last,” you remarked, picking up your bag inside a heavy mahogany cabinet which was deposited there by you a week before.

You could tell it was a presidential suite with its own lobby space filled with minimalist furniture, a larger than life bathroom which had a pool for a bathtub and a luxurious king sized bed which Jihoon was currently sitting on, busy unloading the weapons in his person. It looked like a room straight from an architect magazine.

“Found this place during a mission a long time ago. Thought it’ll be easier to infiltrate with the amount of events they hold here,” he replied, chucking out a final pistol from his coat.

You hummed in acknowledgement as you finished sweeping the whole place of any hidden cameras and listening devices.

“Oh, and the dress stays on, by the way,” he easily remarked, regarding you with cold eyes and a mocking smirk. “It’s my turn tonight.”

Wearing a sleek silken black dress that was loosely hanging on your shoulders by thin straps, it teasingly reveals a bit of cleavage and a peek of your thighs. You calmly agreed as you stood in your place, waiting for his turn to move. Without breaking eye contact, Jihoon slowly moved towards you with hands in his pockets. The game had long started without any preamble.

"Did you miss me, Y/N?" He asked as soon as he was in front of you, his intense eyes meeting yours.

"I missed your dick," you replied bluntly, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Come on now," Jihoon admonished you as he fished out a small pocket knife, admiring the reflective surface of the metal. "I'm trying to be romantic here."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "This relationship is hardly romantic."

Arching an elegant brow, Jihoon began to circle around you, regarding you from head to toe.

"I'm pretty sure it's easy for us to pretend it is tonight, don't you think?" Placing the blunt side of the knife on your bare back, he slowly dragged it down your skin to where the dress began to flow again.

You flinched at the cold metal as he lightly traces it on your skin in patterns of whatever. Now fully completing his circle, the both of you are once again face to face; a cold fire burning within your evocative gazes. As he carefully caressed your neck with the tip of the blade, Jihoon made a small smile devoid of any warmth.

"As heartless murderers, we often lust for things we can’t have," he says dripping with smugness, tipping your chin up with the knife. “And you and I both understand that unsatisfied lust could prove disastrous in our line of work.”

He meandered the knife down your collarbones, deliberately creating lines as if he was imagining it piercing through your skin. You sucked in a breath, unable to say anything with how hard your heart was pounding against your chest. Despite your silence and seemingly apathetic attitude, you were loving it. The twisted thrill of being at each other's throats sent an unbelievable high through your veins, the same way you chased after the thrill of hunting and to be hunted.

Yet it still wasn’t enough.

"Let's see, what should we do first?" He moved the blade on the strap of the dress, lifting it up as it pulled taut. "Should I cut up this dress to strip you naked?"

No. This wasn’t enough at all.

“I don’t think so.”

You suddenly grabbed his arm, twisting it as the knife hurled towards the floor. Yet Jihoon was fast enough to react and swung his free arm towards you. Forced to dodge, your hold on him weakened and he was able to get himself free. However, that proved to be a fatal mistake as Jihoon retaliated back and seized your wrist. He pulled you forcefully towards him, and using gravity and his own weight, he pushed you back, hitting the wall in a loud, painful thud.

“You…” Jihoon was panting, his jaw rigid with adrenaline and controlled fury. “And here I was wondering why you haven’t made a move yet. What a woman you are.”

All of that happened in just a span of a few seconds. As trained assassins, it was necessary to be quick and exacting. Every action had a purpose and no energy was wasted, as little mistakes could spell a botched mission.

You flicked your head to remove the hair that was covering your face as you smirked at him, your chest heaving from all the action.

“But you love it. You love it when I fight back. You love it when you have to drag me to the bed screaming. You like this kind of thing,” you continued to provoke him. It usually brings out more of that intensity in his eyes, that kind of animalistic behavior from his stoic and aloof disposition.

“And you don’t?” Jihoon chuckled darkly, his little canines showing as he closed in on you. “We’re cut from the same cloth, princess. You love this as much as I do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

He ground his knee to the apex of your thighs, making you inhale sharply. “You like this, don’t you? You like it when I’m rough with you, manhandle you like the little slut you are.”

Hanging on only your bravado, you glared at him. “...fuck you…”

Jihoon simply smirked at your petulance, tightening his grip on your arms while you struggled to break free from his grasps. “Say what you want, darling. Soon enough you’ll be screaming my name as I fuck your cunt until you can no longer cum. You’ll be begging me to take you again and again and cum inside you until it drips down your thighs. You want me to fuck you, hard and rough. You like that don't you, my little slut?"

His voice was low and hushed yet you could feel the anger seep through his words, through the harshness of his tone. You failed to answer as you felt his knee push against your core once again, now harder this time, making you bite a moan.

"...make me…"

You were panting, your arms lay limp on his grasps yet you simply refused to submit. Pride and thrill kept you burning, wanting him to burn along with you; wanting to break that mask he wore. You wanted to see an unadulterated, unrestrained Lee Jihoon; the one who bares his real emotions even if those emotions were anger and lust.

Defiant to the end, you managed to catch his gaze, glaring at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips. Nonetheless, it gave a similar effect as you felt him tense up, almost wanting to devour you. Grinning at you maliciously, his look was feral and dark.

"This is what I like about you, Y/N."

Without warning, Jihoon pushed his lips against yours in an agonizing and bruising kiss. You gasped at how rough he was yet this was what you were looking for, the rush you chase after. Hard and unapologetic, he would bite and suck on your lips as if he was trying hard to draw blood, and you would push back like you always do, ravishing his until they were red and swollen.

I'm so in love with you. I love, I love, I love you.

You both knew you were never good at expressing what emotions were brewing inside of your hearts. So you fought and fought, hoping that the other would finally get it. You both prayed that maybe through every insult, every slap, every stubborn indignation to never declare defeat, the other would finally understand what you meant. It was twisted, toxic and cruel, but that's how it was.

I can never have you.

He let go of your other wrist, opting to rather place his hand on your neck as he applied a slight pressure. He knew you loved it, as you easily allowed him to play with your tongue. Jihoon was loving it as well, dominating you was a great reward, in and of itself.

Brushing your dress aside with his leg, he slipped in until his knee found your gradually dampening panties again and pushed against it. You made a garbled noise while Jihoon enjoyed ravishing your tongue.

You were slowly heading to subspace, you knew that, yet of course, as usual, you wouldn't back down without a fight.

In a moment's impulse, you bit his lip hard enough to bleed. Jihoon immediately pulled away, glaring at you with eyes ready to kill. He wiped away the blood with his thumb and sucked it clean as he hardened his clench on your throat.

With a sarcastic chuckle, Jihoon leaned against you, gazing at you with eyes burning with anger and desire before speaking.

"...you little brat…"

As soon as he was done talking, Jihoon held your arms tightly and dragged you towards the bed. You staggered, unable to walk because of the ache between your thighs, and simply allowed Jihoon to toss you to the mattress haphazardly.

Jaws clenched, Jihoon pinned you to the bed with his legs as he loosened his tie, seizing both your wrists to tie you up nice and good. You tried to struggle yet it was pointless: Jihoon was too strong and you never wanted to escape anyway, you just wanted to provoke him.

"There you go, princess! Isn't this what you wanted, you fucking slut? Doing this on purpose… do you want to be punished that badly?" He finally spoke again, his words filled with sarcasm as he noticed your expression of complete arousal.

As much as he wanted to be composed, Jihoon knew that he was as horny as you were, feeling his pants tighten up as he gazed upon your form tied up and helpless. He was getting antsy, his blood was pumping fast and it was your fault that he had slipped control.

Grabbing the long forgotten knife on the floor, he made a quick work of your dress, cutting it up into pieces as you cried in protest. It's not like he cared if it was Gucci or something. Now, you were left on your black lace lingerie which Jihoon always appreciated on you more than any dress.

"Let's continue, shall we?" He told you, yet his voice lacked the teasing elegance it once had. Now you could feel the deep seated irritation and the punishment you had instigated.

"You seem to like my leg so much," he placed it once again against your wet clothed pussy, making you mewl. "Why don't you grind yourself against it?"

You moaned in protest, sobbing as you felt him push against your now sensitive clit; daring you to relieve yourself in the most embarrassing and humiliating manner. Yet you wanted it, you were tempted to.

"Come on now, darling. Isn't this what you wanted me to do? Or would you like me to punish you instead?" Jihoon exclaimed with a smirk, watching you squirm under his knee.

Unable to hold it anymore, you slowly rubbed yourself against it, moving your hips steadily as you made a face of utter pleasure. You could see him through half-lidded eyes as he tried his best to calm down even though he was absolutely turned on as well.

"Look at you, Y/N," he teased in a sing-song voice as he grinned. "You look like a fucking slut, enjoying my knee like that. You look so fucking desperate. Does it feel that good?"

"...Jihoon…" you mewled, opening your legs even more, as you pleaded for more. You were getting closer as you felt the pleasure build up, your hole clenching for nothing. You wanted him to fill you up more than anything.

Yet he only pushed on your pussy harder, making you scream. "Answer my question. Does it feel good, princess?"

Gritting your teeth, you tried to suppress a shudder, arching your back.

"Y-yes, yes! ….it feels so…good!" You cried in submission, yet you continued to rub yourself on him. Any time now and you'll be coming…just a bit more…more…

Satisfied, Jihoon made a small smile and removed his knee from you as you protested in sweet, sweet sobs from the loss of friction.

"...no, n-no…Jihoon, please…!" You were now desperate, pulling against the tie you were bound with.

With eyes full of contempt yet with a content smile, Jihoon walked away and went to the nightstand beside the bed. Opening one drawer, he returned with something in his hands. You took a breath when you finally realized it was a bright pink dildo.

Without a word, he returned to his place from before, giving you a look that screamed he was planning something. Your heart was beating so loudly that it was the only thing that you could hear. Pushing aside your panties, he rubbed the toy on your slit, coating it with your own slippery juices. Every time it would push against your sensitive bud, you could only moan and cry out Jihoon's name.

He was smiling sweetly at you as if he wasn't torturing you with a dildo. Adoring your writhing figure on the sheets, Jihoon wanted nothing but to pin you down and thrust in you as harshly as he could. But he knew, with eyes glinting of mischief, that greater things come with patience.

Without warning, Jihoon suddenly inserted the dildo inside you in one rough push as you screamed in pleasure, arching your back as you pulled on your restraints. You were overrun by intense spasms as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your chest heaving in full breaths.

"...fuck…Jihoon, J-Jihoon…"

You could only mutter his name as you tremble at the remnants of your climax.

"Oh, did I make you cum?" He asked, pulling and pushing the toy inside of you, enjoying the wet sounds it made while you were crying out how sensitive you were. "You do know well that you can't just cum like that, don't you princess?"

Not waiting for a reply, Jihoon simply smirked as he crawled towards you, taking a hold of your chin as he made you face him.

"Isn't this what you want? For me to punish you for being such a fucking brat? Don't you just love this, darling?" He whispered to you, his lips just a few inches away. "I'm a generous person, so I'll give you more than you asked for."

As he swiped his thumb on your lips, he once again gave you a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing your lips open and entering with such passion. Jihoon grabbed a handful of your hair as he raised your head, drowning away your moans with his deep kisses.

Distracted by his lips, you hardly noticed Jihoon reach out for his pocket and switched the dildo on, vibrating in you as you choked out a cry. Pulling away, he reveled at the pained yet pleasured face you made as pools of tears began to form. You were far too sensitive, yet you knew there was no way you were allowed to cum. Like what Jihoon had said, this is exactly what you had brought upon yourself.

"How about that, princess?" He chuckled, pulling your hair to force you to look at him.

With eyes glazed and lips parted, you had no choice but to gaze at him as your face contorted in pleasure. There was nothing more embarrassing as he watched you with a shit-eating grin on his lips, yet there was nothing you could do as the vibrations intensified.

"Don't you look so pretty, Y/N?" He mockingly cooed at you, his hand wrapped around your neck. "That fucked out face really suits you."

"J-Ji…please, please…nghh—! I...w-want you…" you muttered through moans and pants, yet he only scoffed.

"Come on now, princess. Are you already at your limit?" He moved the hand on your neck and pushed your head up. You couldn't see him but you know he was gloating. "After that show of yours, I'm sure you can handle a bit more."

Not waiting for a reply, Jihoon dipped down your neck and began to leave dark bruises on your skin as much as he could. You knew, after being with this man for such a long time, that he would leave visible marks, not caring if anyone would see. He was possessive that way, and you loved it no other way.

Making his way down, Jihoon easily removed your bra away and tossed it somewhere across the room. You immediately arched your back as you felt his tongue on your nipples, sucking, teasing, biting while you were reduced to a screaming mess. He can easily identify your sweet spots, memorizing it as easily on the first night. He knew you had sensitive breasts and he took no time to fondle and squeeze them.

At this point, you were at the brink of another orgasm, the dildo providing no comfort as it once again vibrated in your cunt. You had long been begging Jihoon, yet he had easily reminded you that this was a punishment by pushing the dildo deeper inside you.

"Do you want my cock instead, princess?" He taunted, pulling and pushing the dildo in and out of you, making a wet sound that echoed across the room. "I could give it to you if you ask nicely."

You could only groan as you felt his fingers brush against your clit, the dildo vibrating violently in you. You wasted no time to whimper pleas.

"P-please...mmnn...J-jihoon...I want it…I w-want it s-so much…"

He smirked. "Want what, darling?"

Taking every single inch of your strength not to cum, you replied with tears in your eyes.

"I w-want your cock…Jihoon…please, p-please! Nghh! I want in me…!"

Humming, Jihoon casually straddled you across your torso, his legs pinning you down as he gave a small smirk. He began to unbuckle his belt, gazing down at you who had more or less an inkling of what he was about to do.

"Since you've been a good girl and all," Jihoon began, slipping the belt off. "I'll give you a special treat before I fuck the shit out of you."

Unzipping his pants, Jihoon freed his now hard cock from its restraints. You could only nervously gulp as he took a fistful of your hair, making you sit up. With a grin, he pressed your face against his crotch, looking down on you.

"You know how to suck dick, right princess? With a low drawl, he asked; his contained lust and irritation obvious once again.

You looked up, nodding tentatively. He looked so immaculate at that angle, his smile almost soft, but you knew better than to let your guard down. Taking all of him in slowly, you accommodated his length in your mouth, careful not to scrape your teeth against it. Jihoon was big and it was difficult for you not to choke on his length without being careful, yet it seemed like Jihoon had other ideas up his sleeve.

With a tight grip on your hair, he easily forced himself down your throat, making you gag in the process. This was nothing new but it took you by surprise every time he did it.

"Your mouth feels so good around me, princess," he groaned out, caressing your filled cheeks as he thrusted in harshly. "Makes me want to come in that pretty little mouth of yours."

You gazed back at him, head bobbing, as you felt his hard cock twitch between your lips. You felt so full with both his dick in your mouth and a dildo still inside your pussy. Feeling your juices coat your thighs sticky, you clenched tightly at the toy as you felt his tip brush your throat. If this was your first time, you would've thrown up at the beginning yet being used to this, you knew how to handle him and how to enjoy yourself.  As he met your eyes, arousal shot down your stomach in a flash. You were instantly reminded why you always returned to him, why all of this was so addicting. You loved the look in his deep brown eyes--dilated, feral and aroused.

"Princess…ahh…that's right," Jihoon moaned breathless, tightly gripping your hair as you quickened your pace. "I'm going to come soon…you better take all of it in, okay?"

Humming your agreement, you unintentionally sent vibrations down his shaft, making him growl. In a few strokes, Jihoon came inside your mouth in a loud groan as you struggled to swallow all of it. Much like the first time, he came a lot and some had spilled down your chin.

Loosening his grip on you, Jihoon pulled out, his mind still lightheaded from post-orgasm. As he watched you lick yourself clean of his cum while still being tied up, with a flashy pink toy still in you, a new surge of arousal came to him. This was definitely not over.

Cupping your chin, he bent down to kiss you once again. This time it was deeper and more sensual as if a dam had opened up in him. You easily welcomed his kiss, moving against his lips sloppily. As if something had possessed him, Jihoon hurriedly took off the coat and the dress shirt he was still wearing as he pushed you down the bed once again.

Jihoon, as he opened your legs, took a good look at your ruined panties and your obviously and painfully wet pussy with a huge smirk on his lips.

"What a sight to see," he remarked as he slipped your underwear off. "You've only sucked my dick and you're this wet?"

Finding your voice again, you retorted back. "...like I said…I love your dick--!!"

Without allowing you to finish, Jihoon pushed down your sensitive clit harshly with his thumb, effectively making you shut up and moan.

"Being cheeky now, aren't we princess?" He arched his brow at you. "You're still not allowed to cum, by the way."

Pushing the dildo as deep as he could and then pulling it all out, Jihoon took pride at how he can easily have you mewling and panting. You had protested at the sudden absence of the toy inside of you, pleading Jihoon to just fill you up already. Tutting at your impatience, he simply knelt down and showered kisses to your inner thigh.

"That's what you get for being such a brat, princess. You don't get to cum unless I say so," he whispered to your skin, sucking one love bite on your thigh.

In a beat, Jihoon spread you open, his tongue on your clit instantly. You screamed, your hands gently pulling on his hair. Feeling his tongue licking up your slit, you had to close your eyes from the pleasure you were assaulted with.

"Oh…god…J-Jihoon, Ji...hoon! P-please!"

As if he had heard nothing, he only continued to eat you out like a hungry man; pushing his tongue in and out of you. More than that however, Jihoon spontaneously inserted a finger inside and began to finger your pussy. While you were busy trying to stave off the growing arousal at the pits of your stomach, one finger became two and then three. Jihoon was thoroughly enjoying you; sucking your clit as he pushed his digits inside of you; just curling at the right angle to reach your g-spot. He always loved how much you had become pliable with his tongue.

Washed with oversensitivity, you were already screaming at him that you couldn’t take it anymore. You could feel the tension in you stretch, just waiting for a trigger to snap. With how he worked you with his tongue, there was no way you wouldn't come undone.

"Jihoon…I can't…p-please, please…let m-me come…" you begged in between soft moan and sobs.

Eyes brimming with mischief, Jihoon gazed at you from between your legs. He pulled out his fingers from inside of you and sat up, almost chuckling at how you were becoming so livid at his push and pull actions.

"Don't look at me like that, princess," he cooed at you, pushing his fingers wet with your juices between your lips. "I'll give you your reward now."

Stroking his now hard dick with the fingers he had in your mouth, Jihoon smirked at you. Despite in your hazy and overstimulated mind, you felt your heart race as you paid close attention to him. You loved how his toned body moved, how he looked so sexy topless with only his tight black pants on. You loved how he would always coat himself with your fluids, teasing your clit with the tip of his dick.

Lost and mesmerized, you were caught off guard when he plunged into you, bottoming up in one stroke. You opened your mouth in ecstasy, unable to scream any longer with how hoarse your voice was. Jihoon's pace was always fast and rough, thrusting into you with certainty and brute strength. He had his hands holding your hips as you arched your back, your breasts moving as he pounded into you.

"J-Ji...hoon!" You cried out his name as he scraped against your g-spot, pulling on your restraints with how much you wanted to touch him.

"Ughh…princess…you're so fucking tight…" he grunted, sweat dripping down his muscular chest.

Grabbing your leg, he then placed it over his shoulder to reach you even deeper. Pushing into you who was muttering his name over and over again, Jihoon was in a frenzy. He reveled at your cute little whines, your cunt that was so wet and clenching on him so tightly. This was fucking heaven.

"Do you like my cock, princess?" He asked you as he pressed down your clit, waking you up from your pleasure-filled trance.

Watching yourself take all of his length in, you couldn't help bit squeeze on him tighter, making him growl at you.

"Y-yes, yessss….ngghh, y-your cock's  s-so…good, J-Jihoon…" you replied, eyes sultry. "S-so….good, mnnhh…please f-fill me up with your cum…!"

"You want my cum…princess?" Jihoon pounded harder, more erratic. "You want me…nnh…to cum inside you until it drips down your thighs…?"

Jihoon was getting breathy as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. You were in the same situation as well, teetering at the edge of a hard climax.

"Haaa….y-yes! F-fill me up! Fill me up with your cum, Jihoon! I want…I w-want it inside me!"

Jihoon groaned, rubbing your clit relentlessly. "Ughh…fuck…f-fuck, I'm coming! Princess, you better come with me…"

Thrusting in you as deeply as he could, Jihoon immediately sent you spiraling down your climax. Soundless screams ruptured in you as you felt yourself snap, falling into spasms of pleasure. Feeling your climax, Jihoon immediately followed right after with a loud groan, cumming as ropes of warmth filled you.

Breathless, Jihoon bent down to you, lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. His tongue effortlessly molding with yours as he cupped your cheeks, enjoying the way you moaned on his lips.

Still sensitive, you whined when Jihoon pulled out, as globs of cum immediately dripped down your hole. Staring at it for a while, something had clicked inside Jihoon's head. You thought he was about to tap out just like every other night, yet when he turned you around on your hands and knees, you knew it was hardly over.

"W-wait… Jihoon, I'm still--!!"

Not waiting for you to finish at all, he scooped some of his cum that had poured out and immediately thrusted in once again, stretching you out, making you cry out at the suddenness and the sensitivity.

"What…? You think we're done here?" He told you, his hands once again on your hair as he pulled your head back to whisper to your ear.

You wondered how he still had enough energy left, yet all your thoughts had just left you when he continued to pound relentlessly, his cock churning the cum inside of you.

"Ji…hoon…anhhh…I'm already…s-so full…of you…"

Closing your eyes to feel all of him, you could sense another orgasm building up. Jihoon was still so rough and unforgiving in all of his thrusts, and you could do nothing but moan and feel good at every stroke of his cock.

Still marking your back with splotches of deep dark bruises, Jihoon held you down as he took a bite of your shoulder which had you tighten around him like a vice.

"Ah, f-fuck princess…" he grunted, pulling your hips to his roughly.

Only the sound of skin slapping together and your loud mewls and growls could be heard inside the room. Jihoon had every intention from the beginning to mark you up as his inside and out. Even if it meant there would be more rounds than this. He was starting to become more possessive of you, and it was getting more complicated in his books, yet that only made the sex better.

"Jihoon…J-Jihoon, please…I'm g-gonna cum…ughh…please, inside me…cum inside me again…!" you begged, your head now on a pillow, drooling your words out.

Gritting his teeth to control himself, Jihoon pushed himself harder into you, brushing against your g-spot.

"Ah, fuck it, princess…!" He growled, "I'm gonna cum inside you…I'll fill you up so much until you're fucking pregnant…ahhh shit…!"

"Yes! D-do it…! Fill me up...K-knock me up please…J-Jihoon…!"

His rhythm had once again become erratic and his thrusts deep. With a finger rubbing your clit, you clenched and unclenched around his cock as you felt your orgasm just a few strokes away. As he pushed against your sensitive area, you once again felt ecstasy down to your very bones. You were still trembling and spasming with your orgasm when you felt him paint your insides with his cum, now overflowing your hole and spill down the sheets. Another wave of pleasure fell on you as you felt his warmth inside you, loving how full you were.

With a final kiss, Jihoon pulled out of you and untied your wrists. They were of course, red and irritated yet it was something for you to wear in the next few hours. Finally laying down beside you, Jihoon cupped your cheek and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Let's cleanup later…" was what you heard when you yourself fell as sleep.

The next thing you felt when you woke up was a soreness between your legs and back, and Lee Jihoon, who was still only in his pants, wiping your body clean with a damp towel.

"Morning. Water's over there, if you're thirsty," he casually said, pointing at the bedside table.

Crawling towards it, you took the glass of water for a small sip. This was one of the calmer nights, and you appreciated it when it happens. Most of the time either you or Jihoon would just disappear without telling, and admitting it or not, it had pained you for a bit.

Once again on the bed lying under the covers, you observed him as he cleaned himself up. He noticed your stares however and glanced back at you.

“What?” he asked, now hopping into the bed next to you. That usually indicated a few more rounds until the dawn of morning.

“Nothing, really. I’m just thinking,” you replied, allowing his arm around your waist. You could be a bit lenient with him.

He arched a brow at you. “I have my own thoughts as well,” he remarked, nuzzling on your hair. “The way you begged me to get you pregnant…”

He smirked at this, much to your chagrin (and embarrassment). “It was as if you were planning to tie me down. Which, I believe, isn’t something too farfetched for you to do.”

You smirked, closing your eyes. “Who knows? But I would definitely do anything to bring you down, even if it means going down with you,” replying, you casually held his hand, “Besides, men like you need to be tied up once in a while.”

Jihoon hummed. “Is that something I need to look forward to next time?”

“You have to figure that one out yourself.”

-Hyeri 

A/N: It’s truly been a while since I wrote smut. I hope this was ok ;;w;;

[kurokoros]

some like it hot (4/4) | todoroki x reader x bakugou

Rated: M (smut)

Words: 10.4K

Pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader x katsuki bakugou

Summary: A Charity Fundraiser leads to you going home with not one, but two of the most popular Pro Heroes of your generation. They say some like it hot, and you certainly aren’t complaining.

AKA: a totally not self-indulgent threesome fic

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | AO3

AN: Ayy, last chapter folks! Huge thanks to everyone that gave this fic a read!

Warnings: smut, temperature play, anal sex, double penetration

Taglist: @kiaoizz​, @sarahs-castle-of-clouds​

Sneaking away from the fundraiser you were in charge of planning may be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and it’s definitely the most irresponsible, but the likelihood of anyone missing you is slim to none. Plenty of Pros had already come and gone by the time you ran into Shouto, so if anyone asks, the three of you can probably bullshit an excuse for leaving early. And even if your presence is missed, you really don’t have it in you to care considering you have two incredibly attractive, incredibly disheveled men stumbling into your apartment behind you.

Regardless, you’re certainly not complaining about the way tonight is going.

Katsuki kicks your apartment door shut behind the three of you, but before you can complain about the noise, the hothead scoops you off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder. “Katsuki!” you yelp, your hands fisting in his jacket for balance. His grip tightens around your hips, and you trust him enough to know he’d never let you fall. “Put me—” The protest cuts off with a gasp as he gives your ass a playful smack.

“Stop squirmin’, angel,” Katsuki warns you, pinching your thigh. “Ya want me to drop you on that cute little ass?”

Eyes narrowed, you glare at the back of his head. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A snort draws your attention, and Shouto shakes his head at Katsuki’s display as he locks the door behind you. Fond amusement flickers in his eyes when they meet yours, and a smirk pulls at his lips as he follows Katsuki into your bedroom. They both walk in like they’re coming home, and your heart squeezes in your chest at the thought.

Katsuki plops you back onto the floor in the middle of your bedroom and spins you around to look at him. The curtains over your window are pulled back just enough to have moonlight spilling into the room. It casts shadows over his face, makes his eyes look brighter in the darkness of your quiet room. The moonlight must be doing something to you, too, because he’s looking at you like you’re the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.

You expect him to rush towards you, grab you, kiss you, do something, but he stands rooted in place, just taking in the sight of you for a little longer.

The lights snap on. The door is shut and locked. And strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest as Shouto leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. You lean against him, gripping his arms and giggling as his hair tickles the side of your face.

None of you move for what seems like hours, and it’s so quiet that you can hear Shouto breathing behind you, you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your back. For some reason, that makes your grip tighten around the arm he has banded around your shoulders. By the window, Katsuki looks torn between watching the two of you and stepping forward to join the embrace as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

His tongue darts out across his lips as drinks in the sight of you. Then, his ruby gaze snaps to Shouto, who seems content just holding you. “Well, are ya gonna fucking move, Icy Hot?” Katsuki asks, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of clear annoyance. “Or do I have to do everything myself?”

Shouto sighs against your ear, his eyes rolling. “So impatient,” he says, just loud enough for Katsuki to hear him.

You bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to overtake you.

Bristling, Katsuki glares harder at Shouto, who ignores the other man in favor of dropping his head into the crook of your neck and pressing a series of soft butterfly kisses against any skin within reach of his greedy mouth. 

“Like you can talk, bastard.” The scowl on Katsuki’s face isn’t enough to hide what’s clearly a pout, though he’d never admit it. “Did you already forget about starting without me?”

Heat crawls up your side as Shouto drags his hand from your hip to your ribcage. His thumb swipes across the underside of your breast, and a breathy sound escapes you as he nips at your naked shoulder. “If you don’t like it, you should learn to be on time,” he tells Katsuki.

Irritation flashes across Katsuki’s eyes, and his mouth opens to unleash what’s bound to be a barrage of swear words and variations of the same three insults he always uses on Shouto. But before the tirade can slip out, you huff. Loudly. Both men turn to look at you. “Are you two done arguing?” you ask them. “Because I can think of a better use for those mouths.” 

The blunt statement gets you your desired result.

Shouto’s grip on you tightens a fraction, and the smirk Katsuki sends you is positively lewd. “Oh?” he croons, dragging out the sound and quirking an eyebrow. “And what’s that, sweetcheeks?”

“Take off your clothes and come find out,” you tell him.

Surprised at your teasing, Katsuki blinks at you, then mutters “fuck” as he practically rips his jacket off and tosses it onto the floor in the corner of your room. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and he kicks off his shoes and socks. Your thighs rub together as his dexterous fingers make quick work of his belt, the metal clanking as it drops to the floor beside his jacket.

Meanwhile, Shouto squeezes your waist, his hand still stroking your side from your hip to your ribs. “You seem a bit overdressed yourself.” The arm around your shoulders shifts, and two fingers sneak beneath the straps of your dress, teasingly brushing it aside until it’s barely clinging to you.

Tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes, you offer a coy smile. “Think you can fix that for me, Shouto?” you ask, subtly grinding back against him. He grunts, both hands grabbing your hips to hold you in place and keep you from squirming against him like you want to.

“As you wish,” he mutters against your hair. And then, he lets you go. So hyper-aware of him behind you, it’s easy to hear the slight rustle of clothing as he strips himself of his jacket and shoes much like Katsuki did.

You can honestly say this wasn’t what you were expecting to happen tonight.

Chilled fingers follow the curve of your spine, starting at the base of your neck and trailing downward achingly slow. The hitch in your breathing is loud, and Shouto’s lips curve into a barely-there smile against the back of your head. Deftly, he slips a finger between your shoulder and the pretty dress you’re wearing, teasing the soft skin there before you let him brush the fabric aside.

The straps of your dress slide down your arms teasingly, and a pair of narrowed, ruby red eyes immediately drag down your body, appraising you as more of your soft skin is revealed. Katsuki licks his lips as the silky fabric pools around your feet, expression nothing short of greedy as he watches the two of you, though he doesn’t move. Not yet. You shiver under his gaze and the icy kiss that Shouto presses against the side of your neck. Hands drag down your sides to grasp your hips, the difference in temperature between the two making you gasp and squirm, but Shouto holds you firmly against his chest.

The boys lock eyes over your shoulder. A silent agreement.

“All right, angel.” Katsuki’s voice is deeper than usual, and startlingly calm. “Be a good girl and moan for me an’ Icy Hot.”

Shouto huffs at the old insult, but then his teeth drag down the column of your throat and you do exactly as Katsuki demands, much to their amusement.

Chuckling to himself, Katsuki’s eyes rake over you again, taking in the lacy lingerie previously hidden beneath your dress, and the strappy high-heels that do little to keep you from being dwarfed by their heights. You swear his fingers spark as he grasps the front of his dress shirt, popping the buttons one by one. Patiently, Shouto’s left hand draws small circles against your hip, his right skimming the smooth skin of your stomach, trailing higher and higher until he’s grasping your chin between cold and calloused fingers.

They look at you like they want to devour you.

And you plan on letting them.

It’s a combination of the look in Katsuki’s eyes and the sudden chill that curls around your nearly naked body that has you practically squirming already. Your skin is flushed, and everything is sensitive all the way down to your toes.

The last button of Katsuki’s shirt finally comes undone, and your eyes roam over the hard planes of his chest and stomach, wandering over firm muscle from years of training. Your fingers are just itching to touch him, to trace a path from his collarbones to the top of his pants and watch him squirm. More than that, you kind of want to lick him. Katsuki is pretty damn delicious to look at, and the cocky look in those red eyes tells you that he knows exactly what you want to do with your hands and tongue.

But that’ll have to wait. Shouto’s thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and your lips part to nip at the pad of his finger. Groaning quietly, Shouto gives your jaw a brief warning squeeze. His breath is hot against your ear as he dips his chin to whisper in your ear. “You like to tease him, right, love?” he asks, too quietly for Katsuki to hear him. Your thighs rub together at the low tone he’s using, and by now your panties are practically soaked through. “Good,” Shouto muses when you give him a nearly imperceptible nod, “we’re going to play a game.”

Across the room, Katsuki’s fingers hover over the button of his slacks, his eyes narrowing when he sees Shouto whispering in your ear. “Oi!” he barks at the two of you, abandoning his pants to place his hands on his hips. “What the hell are you two talkin’ about?”

You hold your breath as Shouto’s gaze slides to Katsuki slowly, waiting to hear what he has in mind.

And it certainly doesn’t disappoint. “You seem to like watching, Katsuki,” Shouto says slowly, looking the other man up and down. Katsuki’s throat bobs at the sound of his name. Behind you,  Shouto shifts, his gaze flicking to the chair nestled in the corner of your room. “So, why don’t you just sit there and shut your mouth?”

Katsuki opens his mouth, glaring at Shouto over your shoulder, but the quiet sound of your sharp inhale makes their gazes snap to you.

Shit, if you weren’t wet before, you certainly are now. The thought of Katsuki watching you while Shouto touches you—or while you touch yourself—is enough to make your legs quiver beneath you as arousal pools low in your stomach. There are so many things you want these men to do to you, so many ways you want them to absolutely ruin you, and whatever game Shouto wants to play is sure to do that.

Two sets of eyes take in the way your breathing hitches and your legs press together in search of even a little bit of friction. Whatever protest Katsuki was going to make seems to die on his lips as he takes in the sight of your pupils blown wide with arousal.

Shouto grins against the side of your neck and presses a soft kiss over your pulse point, feeling it beat rapidly under his mouth. “You like that idea?” Shouto’s lips move to your jaw, and he releases your chin in favor of sliding his cold hand down to your naked breast, palming you. “You want him to watch me fuck you?”

These two are going to be the death of you. “Yes,” you choke out as his thumb rolls over your nipple. Frost prickles at your skin, the chill making you whine as Shouto’s hips rock forward against your ass.

A low groan and a muttered “fuck” come from Katsuki. His hands fall back to his sides, his eyes glued to you and Shouto. There’s a subtle twitch in his fingers, like he doesn’t know what he wants to do, but then his eyes darken with lust. A shiver curls down your back like a cold finger on your spine.

Heat crawls up your side as Shouto’s left hand slides from your hip to your ribs beneath your breast. “I bet you can’t stay still until I make her cum,” he goads Katsuki. You may not be able to see it, but you can clearly picture the smirk he’s hiding against your jaw. This devious streak wasn’t what you were expecting from him, but you certainly aren’t complaining, especially with the way Katsuki reacts to the challenge.

“Oh, yeah?” Katsuki growls. “Fuck you!” 

Surprise flits across your face as Katsuki immediately takes a step back and drops down onto the chair in the corner of your room, so close, but still painfully far away. As he shifts against the cushion, his pants slide further down to reveal an enticing strip of skin that has you wanting to bite his hip bones. There’s an almost smug look on his face as he glares at Shouto, but it doesn’t last long.

It happens too fast for you to process at first. 

Shouto grabs you by the waist and whirls you around. His hands hook under your thighs and yank. Gasping, you grab at him to hold yourself steady as your feet leave the floor, your shoes slipping off and clattering to the floor. Hungry lips find yours, stealing your breath and silencing a breathy moan. Shouto’s dress shirt gives under your hands as you yank him closer. Buttons scatter across the floor. The temperature drops drastically, and Shouto drops onto the bed with you beneath him at the same time the familiar sound of his quirk splits the silence.

“What the fuck, Todoroki?” Katsuki snaps.

As Katsuki’s yelp and the cold register, your mouth tears from Shouto’s, your head twisting to the side to investigate. He doesn’t seem to mind, lips immediately latching onto your jaw instead. Cold air is breathed against your neck, leaving a thin sheen of frost behind that melts just as quickly. You’ve been perfectly positioned to look at Katsuki from your spot on the bed, and your eyes widen when they lock on him. 

Ice is wrapped around his wrists, pinning him to the chair. Bewilderment and irritation flash in his eyes, and his lips are pulled back away from his teeth. Yanking at the icy restraints, Katsuki sneers when they don’t break into pieces like he wants them to. 

“Shouto,” you gasp.

His lips press against your cheek and start to trail down. “Relax,” he mumbles against the underside of your jaw. Warmth licks across your skin as his left hand grabs your thigh and begins to rub circles against your tense leg. His bare chest presses against yours, and there’s no denying how good it feels to have him pressed against you like this. “I’ll clean it up later.”

“You think this is funny, Icy Hot?”

“That’s not—oh!” A breathy sigh cuts you off as he starts nibbling at your neck. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” you tell him, still looking at Katsuki struggling silently against his bonds. It’s hard to think with Shouto’s hands and mouth on you, and the only other thing you manage to choke out is, “Frostbite!”

Unconcerned, Shouto leans down to kiss you again, ignoring Katsuki’s half-hearted grumbling in favor of tasting you. The way his mouth moves against yours is quickly becoming intoxicating. The pressure is just enough to make your head spin, and the heat that surrounds you is as comforting as it is electric. Your nerves are set on fire.

Shouto grabs both of your hands in his larger ones and laces your fingers together, careful not to crush you beneath his weight. Your hands are pinned to the mattress above your head, and you sigh against Shouto’s mouth as he angles your head to kiss you harder. The fingers linked through yours squeeze.

A small sound of protest slips from you as Shouto’s lips leave yours, and a breathy sound of amusement escapes the man hovering above you. One final kiss is pressed to your pouting lips, and then Shouto’s grip on you shifts. Both of your wrists are gathered in one of his hands.

“Katsuki will be fine.” Shouto leans back far enough to meet your eyes, his own gaze leaving yours to trail down your naked torso, appraising you. A low sound leaves the back of his throat as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him, panting and flushed. “It’s not that cold, and he can melt it himself if he really needs to.” With his shirt ripped open and his hair falling over his face, Shouto looks positively disheveled. There’s a devilish look in those blue-grey eyes that has your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest. His head cocks to the side. The palm around your wrists squeezes slightly, and with his free hand, Shouto is quick to yank the already loose tie from around his neck. “But if you’re really that worried, I suppose you’ll just have to be a good girl and cum for me in the next fifteen minutes.”

Your breath catches when you realize what he plans to do, but there’s no protest from you as the smooth and silky fabric is wrapped around your wrists. Even Katsuki has stopped grumbling about being tied down, just as turned on as you are. Shouto moves slowly as he loops the fabric around your wrists, watching every subtle expression that crosses your face, searching for discomfort or unease, but all he finds is open affection and trust. 

The silk tie keeps your hands stuck firmly in place as he uses more ice to freeze it to your headboard, and you lean into his hand when he trails his knuckles across your cheek. The ghost of a smile tugs at his lips.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. He stares at you in awe for a moment longer, one hand holding him above you as the other begins to spider walk down your side, barely touching you. He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

Shouto’s breath tickles the shell of your ear, hot and stifling, and a smug grin curls on his lips as you shiver beneath him. A small pout forms on your face as you tug half-heartedly at the tie holding your wrists to the headboard. God, you want to touch him again already. Across the room, Katsuki’s fingers clench around the arm of the chair, the ice around his wrists already starting to melt into a puddle on the floor thanks to his higher than normal temperature. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow, crimson eyes locked on you. Cold fingers drag along the inside of your thigh, making you gasp and arch off the bed. Your hips jerk against Shouto’s, searching for friction you won’t get.

A pleased hum and warm lips against the corner of your mouth make your eyes slip shut. Shouto’s lips wander across your cheek, butterfly kisses left in his wake, and he whispers low for only you to hear, “Give him a show, love.” When you nod, Shouto leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

The icy fingers on your thigh trace a path from your knee to your core before Shouto suddenly hooks your thigh around his hip, spreading your legs wider as his heated left hand slides from the side of your face down past your collarbone, and those skilled fingers of his close around your breast and squeeze, gently kneading your skin before his thumb rolls over your nipple. His mouth follows the path of his hand, and you shudder as he drags his teeth against the hickey he left earlier, darkening the bruise with a harsh suck. A series of hot kisses trail down your collarbone to your heaving chest, and Shouto makes a low sound of approval as his lips follow the curve of your breast.

When his teeth dig into the soft swell of flesh, your head falls back with a breathy moan. Your back bows off the bed, pressing your soft skin even closer to his hungry mouth. Keening, your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his tongue swirls around your nipple before flicking over the peaked bud. His mouth is wet and hot enough to make your toes curl against his lower back.

The heat of his breath fans across your chest, and your mind blanks when he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, flicking his tongue over the peaked flesh.

Katsuki shifts against his chair. “This is fucking stupid,” he complains, his eyes narrowed in irritation despite the way he’s utterly transfixed by the quiet gasps and coos that Shouto keeps pulling from your pretty mouth with every calculated swipe of his fingers and tongue against your sensitive skin.

Shouto’s mouth leaves your breast with a wet sound, and you shiver as he breathes cold air over your nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. “Scared to lose?” he asks Katsuki, not even sparing the other man a glance as he returns to kissing and licking his way down your quivering torso.

A loud scoff is the reply to Shouto’s jab. “Maybe I just don’t want your dirty hands all over her, bastard,” Katsuki grumbles. He shifts in his seat again, and through half-lidded eyes you notice the very prominent bulge forming beneath his slacks.

With his fingers nudging your legs apart farther, a loud squeal escapes you as Shouto’s tongue flicks wetly against your belly button. Katsuki’s eyes snap back to you. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow, and there’s nothing he can do but watch in rapt fascination as your head tips back and you take your bottom lip between your teeth to smother a moan.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, eyes screwing shut as Shouto’s lips follow the hem of your panties with his mouth. His fingers dig into your inner thighs, and a sudden image strikes you right between your legs. “Would you just stay there? For me?” You force your eyes open again in time to see his mouth opening to disagree, and you choke out the words before he can complain. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

That gets his attention. Even Shouto stops teething at your hip to glance up at you, one eyebrow arched curiously. Primal need flickers in his eyes, and there’s something outrageously sexy about having him stare at you from between your legs.

“Oh?” Amusement is thick in Katsuki’s voice as he leans forward in his chair and sends you a wicked grin. He practically preens at your admission, chest puffed up and eyes alight with mischief. “If that’s what you want, you should have just asked, babe.” There’s a popping sound as he flexes his arms, and it’s accompanied by a small spark before the restraints around his wrists melt enough for the ice to crack and tumble to the floor. His arms are tinged red where the ice was stuck to his skin, but Katsuki either doesn’t mind or doesn't care as he makes himself more comfortable.

You hold your breath when his thumbs slip beneath the waist of his slacks, and then the dark fabric is being shoved down his hips. Katsuki is quick to kick them off as they catch around his ankles, and his smile grows even more smug as your gaze drops to the bulge in his pants. It looks bigger now without his pants in the way, and your thighs squeeze around Shouto’s waist in delight.

“Like what you see?” Katsuki asks you, nothing short of smug as your eyes rake over every inch of his naked skin. Two fingers slip beneath his underwear, flirting with the hem as he drags it down another inch. He doesn’t take it off though, content with teasing you for now.

“Definitely,” you say, licking your lips as Katsuki begins to palm his cock over the thin fabric.

Shouto’s hot breath fans over your covered core as he plays with the lacy edge of your underwear. “Try not to cum too fast,” he murmurs, glancing at Katsuki. Before the other man has a chance to bark back a retort, Shouto loops his fingers around your panties. “I’m taking these off.”

That’s your only warning before the scrap of fabric is yanked down your legs. Automatically, you raise your hips to help him, and Shouto makes an appreciative sound as he pulls your soaked underwear down your legs and tosses it somewhere on the floor. In the next moment, Shouto has your legs tossed over his shoulders, his hands wrapped around your thighs to hold you still. His breath ghosts over your slick folds in a way that has you shuddering with excitement. Anticipation makes your heart leap into your throat, and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips as he presses his mouth against your inner thigh. 

Mismatched eyes flicker up to look at you.

You have your head tossed back against the mattress, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure and your spine arched off the bed as he places a gentle kiss on your sweat-slicked skin, the flat of his tongue flicking out to drag across your leg for a brief taste. Another soft kiss is pressed to the same spot, and then his teeth are on you.

Faint, red marks follow the trail his mouth makes as his lips wander across inches of skin he’s wanted to touch for ages. You’re soft and pliant beneath him, pretty gasps and coos falling from your lips with each kiss and lick. Shouto sighs as he mouths at you, drinking in your sweet scent and committing your taste to memory.

Mewling, you force yourself to look at the man currently nipping at your thigh. Blue and grey swirl together beneath messy red and white bangs that tickle your skin each time he moves, and when your eyes lock with his, Shouto sinks his teeth into your leg hard enough for your breathing to hitch. 

“Shouto,” you whimper, his name barely more than a breath, but it spurs him on anyway. His hands squeeze around your thighs as his thumbs draw soothing circles against you, softening you up.

Shouto is unrelenting in the way he nips and sucks at one spot until you can hardly stand it anymore, maintaining eye-contact with you the entire time, and when he finally pulls away there’s a nice sized bruise on your inner thigh that’ll be there for days. A sharp inhale reaches your ears, and then he blows freezing air against the wet mark he’s left behind just to watch you gasp and squirm.

You’re panting by the time he returns to peppering your thighs with butterfly kisses, staying just shy of where you need him most.

The difference in the temperatures between his palms has you shaking beneath him as he squeezes your thighs or drags the tips of his fingers across your legs. And the light touches make you hiss between your teeth each time he stops short of touching your dripping slit. It’s the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced. Every teasing touch has you growing wetter as your arousal grows into a white-hot need that makes your core ache. And Shouto knows it, too, judging by the subtle curl of his lips against the inside of your thigh.

Across the room, Katsuki takes in each minute shift in your expression with rapt fascination, enjoying the little show you and Shouto are putting on. He’s perfectly positioned to watch your chest heave and your eyes screw shut every time Shouto does something you like. The tie holding your wrists down is pulled taut, the ice chipping away each time you yank at your bonds in an attempt to grab fistfuls of Shouto’s hair. As much as Katsuki would love to be the one making you positively writhe like that, he’s finding watching to be something he enjoys almost as much.

His cock throbs as another whimper falls from your mouth when Shouto drags his teeth across your thigh, and Katsuki rolls his hips against his hand, palming himself harder and imagining it was your smaller hand stroking him instead.

“If you’re not going to eat her damn pussy, get the fuck out of the way so I can, Icy Hot,” Katsuki snaps, hand slipping beneath the dark fabric of his underwear. His voice is breathier than usual as his fingers wrap around his length and give his cock a slow stroke. Your name comes out as a low groan from between his clenched teeth as his hot hand pumps his shaft, his hips rocking against his fist.

The sound goes straight to your core, and you bite your lip as Shouto drags freezing fingers across the inside of your leg.

“Do you ever stop bitching?” the man between your legs asks Katsuki in that deep, baritone voice that makes it hard for you to think, let alone breathe. Cold air is breathed over your slit this time, and you squirm at the unfamiliar sensation against your sensitive core.

Katsuki growls as he glares at Shouto, though the fire in his eyes is dampened by his flushed face and the raw need on his face as he continues to stroke his cock. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

Eyes rolling, Shouto doesn’t bother to respond. A high, breathy squeal escapes you when Shouto’s tongue suddenly swipes through your slick folds, the freezing tip dipping inside you before catching on your clit. “Shouto,” you gasp, hips bucking against his face. His hands grip your legs tighter, effortlessly holding you down as he finally turns his attention to your needy core.

“I thought you wanted to watch Katsuki?” he reminds you casually. He lets go of you with one hand only to give your leg a quick slap that doesn’t hurt so much as surprise you. Your heels dig into his back in retaliation. “Eyes on him, love,” Shouto demands with a roughness to his voice that has liquid arousal shooting through your veins.

It’s harder than you imagined it would be to force your eyes to stay on Katsuki as Shouto turns his attention to your slick folds, and he certainly doesn’t make it easy for you. One of his hands releases your thigh only to reach around your trembling leg, and another high-pitched, keening sound leaves your mouth as the pad of his thumb traces your wet slit, feeling just how wet you are for the two of them. An approving grunt rumbles in his chest, and Shouto’s tongue begins to pamper your clit with little kitten-licks. The temperature changes with every few strokes, keeping you on edge as he teases you.

Your wrists twist against your bonds as ice water begins to drip down your arms, the ice pinning you down melting slowly. Katsuki’s eyes follow the teasing line of water as it rolls across your skin, and his tongue slips out to wet his lips.

Katsuki shifts his underwear down enough for you to get a good look at the flushed, mushroom head of his cock as he strokes himself. Your eyes jump between his face and the way his hand is slowly working his hard, thick shaft. His head is tipped back against the chair, his stare half-lidded and hot as he drags his gaze over your sweat-slicked torso, watching your chest heave and your breasts bounce every time Shouto switches the temperature of his tongue from near scalding heat to freezing cold.

“Fuck,” Katsuki murmurs. His grip tightens around his cock as he groans your name, and he palms himself with a tight fist, keeping his pace slow and even. The muscles in his abdomen are tense, a thin layer of sweat starting to build on his skin as his hips begin to buck against his hand. Pre-cum is already beading at the head of his cock, and Katsuki mutters a curse as his thumb swipes over the sticky fluid and swirls it over the sensitive tip.

Your mouth waters at the sight, and you watch, transfixed, as Katsuki’s hips rock forward against his hand. His jaw is clenched, and a low groan pushes through his teeth as he adjusts his wrist for a better angle.

The flat of Shouto’s tongue suddenly grinds against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars, and you shudder beneath him, fighting to keep your eyes open as pressure slowly builds between your thighs, the coil in your stomach already winding tight between the mouth working magic on your clit and the show Katsuki is putting on.

Two fingers slip into you easily, you're so wet, and you moan quietly at the stretch. His fingers are longer than your own, bigger and better as they curl inside of you, expertly finding the spot along the top of your walls that has you practically writhing beneath him. And when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, your back arches off the bed, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Pleasure coils into a tight little ball between your legs with each flick of his tongue and rough thrust from his fingers, and you bite down on your lip to stifle another loud moan, leaving the only sounds in the room coming from Katsuki’s heavy panting and the slick, wet sound of Shouto’s mouth and fingers toying with you, which would be embarrassing if it didn’t turn you on even more.

The fingers inside of you heat up as Shouto’s hand thrusts against you slowly, alternating between curling and spreading his fingers inside of you to find what gets the best reactions from you. His teeth graze your puffy clit, and his right hand releases your thigh to slide against your stomach. The sweat on your skin freezes beneath his touch. Whimpering, you try to shift away from his teasing fingers, but you’re stuck firm.

The chilled pad of his thumb rolls over your nipple before he palms your breast, kneading you with rough fingers before moving on to squeezing and pinching at your nipple, playing with the sensitive nub. A quiet noise must slip from you, because a moment later he redoubles his efforts.

Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his mouth, and your eyes leave Katsuki to glance at Shouto, only to find him already looking at you. His fingers graze a spot deep inside you that makes your toes curl, and your thighs squeeze around his head to pull him closer.

“Shouto,” you gasp, “stop teasing!” The knot in your stomach is so tight it’s almost painful. He has you teetering just on the edge, so close to tipping over, but before you can give in to the pleasure, he pulls his mouth from your aching clit and stops fucking you with his hand. A whimper tears from your chest at the lack of stimulation. Across the room, Katsuki swears, hips stuttering at the breathy sound you’ve made.

Turning his head to the side, Shouto brushes his mouth against the hickey on your thigh, leaving you desperate and wanting. His lips are slick with your arousal, and the sticky fluid smears across your skin as he presses one last kiss to your leg. “Relax, angel,” he murmurs, using one of Katsuki’s pet names. The tip of his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, tasting you.

You’ve barely come down from the edge he put you on before his fingers are thrusting inside of you again, faster this time, twisting inside of you roughly with every intention of getting you off this time. Your slick walls clench around his digits, your core throbbing as heat curls through your limbs. The hand on your chest gets colder in response, and you gasp at the chill before he lets you go.

When those cold fingers reappear on your clit, you almost scream at the sensation. Your hands yank at the headboard, your breath hitching when he rubs slow circles over your swollen clit. The pressure has you shaking, but it’s not enough. Not quite. And when Shouto pulls his fingers away again, you aren’t sure if you want to curse or cry.

His mouth moves against your thigh. “Cum for me,” he murmurs before he takes your clit between his lips and sucks. 

The demand registers a second later, and your hips roll against his mouth and hand, desperate for more. The coil inside of you is wound painfully tight, and as Shouto pinches your clit between his teeth something inside of you snaps. You come apart beneath him, writhing against the sheets as his fingers continue to curl and twist inside of you, not giving you a second to breathe.

A silent scream lodges in your throat, your entire body going taut as your orgasm rips through you, and a wicked idea comes to mind after Shouto’s teasing. Two can play at that game. As your back arches off the bed and your thighs threaten to clamp around Shouto’s head, you call out, “Katsuki!” before you fall back against the bed, breathless.

There’s a moment of silence as both men freeze, and two pairs of eyes lock onto you. A surprised yet smug look flashes across Katsuki’s face, but Shouto’s gaze narrows, his brows pinched in irritation.

A barely audible “fuck” reaches your ears, and then Katsuki lunges from his chair. Shouto reacts just as quickly. Slick fingers pull from your fluttering walls and slide wetly across your thigh, and you wince as his thumb brushes against your over sensitive clit with a precision that can’t be anything less than intentional. His mouth and chin are wet with your arousal, but neither of you care as his mouth claims yours in a sloppy kiss. The ice pinning you in place melts and evaporates in an instant with a well placed burst of flames that disappear as quickly as they come; Shouto rips at the tie wrapped around your wrists, and suddenly your hands are free.

The urge to touch him comes back to you in full force. You give in. As your hand fists in his hair, Shouto groans against your mouth, and the sound vibrates through your chest as you’re pressed flush against him. He rolls the two of you so that you’re sitting on the bed, Shouto with his legs dangling over the edge, his feet planted firmly on the floor, and you straddling his lap with your knees pressed to the mattress on either side of him.

Heat licks up your spine as Katsuki comes up behind you, his chest pressed against your back and his hands on your hips. The shift in balance has you reeling, and your reactions are slow as the last strings of pleasure start to dissolve back into a needy ache that only intensifies as you feel them pressing against you. Anticipation bursts into a wildfire inside you, growing with unrestrained intensity as they touch you.

A soft sound of protest slips out as Shouto’s mouth leaves yours, but it becomes a breathy sound as Katsuki leans down to press his lips to the side of your neck. The kiss is rough, his teeth scraping across your skin and mouth sucking with every intention of leaving his own mark behind. At the same time, Shouto gently tugs one of your hands away from his hair. Your fingers thread through his, and he guides your wrist to his mouth, placing a kiss so soft against the reddened skin of your wrist that it makes your chest squeeze.

When he lets go again, your arm loops back around his neck, fingers finding purchase in the collar of his ruined shirt. “You’re overdressed,” you murmur as he presses his forehead against yours.

Shouto grunts as your hips grind down against his covered cock, and his fingers squeeze around your upper thigh. “Then do something about it.”

Behind you, Katsuki makes a low, annoyed sound against the side of your neck. “Yeah, yeah, Icy Hot needs to get naked,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Less fucking talking.” He reaches between you to grope you and leans away, spreading your cheeks for a better look at your ass.

You can’t help but tease him. “So impatient,” you say, staring down into Shouto’s eyes. He’s just as amused as you are. However, that amusement disappears in an instant as Katsuki’s hips roll forward, his hard cock grinding up against your ass. The movement knocks you forward, and your hips are pressed flush against Shouto’s, causing you both to groan.

Smug, self-satisfaction makes Katsuki practically preen as you squirm against Shouto’s lap. The two of you are flushed from the contact, and Katsuki smirks at Shouto over your shoulder, silently proud of himself for getting a reaction out of the more stoic man. “Gonna tell me where the lube is so I can fuck that pretty little ass?” His breath is hot against your skin as his teeth brush against the shell of your ear. His voice turns mocking as he ruts against you. “Or were you all talk earlier?”

Flushed, you manage to choke out, “Dresser. Bottom drawer on the left.”

Katsuki grins against the side of your neck. “Good girl.” You yelp as he slaps your ass, his hands squeezing your hips one last time before he releases you in favor of hunting down the aforementioned lube.

With his weight gone from your back, you shift on Shouto’s lap and grab either side of his shirt, staring down at his bare chest with a wicked look in your eyes. “You look good like this,” you murmur, gesturing to his rumpled state. His hair is a mess, red and white stands bleeding together, and you brush your fingers through his hair, pushing the damp strands away from his face.

“So do you.” He leans into your hand as your fingers brush against the scar surrounding his eye, your touch soothing.

Your lips curve into a smile. “You’re only saying that because I’m naked.”

But Shouto shakes his head. His hands squeeze around your thighs again before slowly traveling up your back. You lean down to meet him again as his fingers wind through your hair, and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips as you push his shirt past his shoulders. It bunches around his elbows. “You’re beautiful,” he says bluntly, reluctantly releasing you to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. Immediately, his arms wrap around you, and he yanks you back against his chest so there’s no space left between you.

Giggling, you trail the tips of your fingers down his chest and stomach. Shouto grunts and rocks up against you as your fingers drag across the bulge in his pants. His slacks are painfully tight by now, and you lean down to give him a kiss as you work his belt loose. The button snaps open with ease, and you carefully lower the zipper of his pants. You help him out of his slacks, Shouto pressing up against you as he slides them down over his thighs before tossing them aside.

As soon as they’re gone, you’re quick to slip your fingers beneath his underwear, your fingers wrapping around his cock and giving an experimental squeeze. You stroke him slowly, your thumb swirling over the head as he rocks his hips against your hand. Low groans and murmurs of your name are your reward, and you shift on his lap, leaning away just to watch his head tilt back and his eyes fight to stay open. Shouto’s expression is nothing short of erotic, and you drink in the sight of him like this: panting and hot beneath your hands.

You’ve shoved his underwear down and changed the angle of your wrist by the time Katsuki  comes back with a bottle of lube and a pair of condoms. He tosses one to Shouto, who catches it reflexively. The wrapper crinkles in his palm.

Biting your lip, you shudder as Katsuki presses his naked cock against your ass, his underwear gone this time as he ruts against you. Liquid heat pools low in your belly, and you’re so wet and ready for them that you can’t stand it. Shouto grinds against the inside of your thigh. One of his hands snakes up your torso to palm your breast.

“Please,” you breathe, needing them both to start fucking you now before you explode.

Katsuki rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth and a pleased hiss escapes through his teeth as he rolls it onto his cock. “Your ass is mine, angel.” He grunts as he drizzles a decent amount of cold lube onto his fingers. “Think you can handle it?”

You gasp as he spreads you from behind and swirls his fingers around your tight hole. The tip of his finger presses against your ass, and your back arches as he starts to wiggle it into you, the lube making it easy for him to slip in up to his knuckles. “What makes you think you’re the first thing I’ve had in my ass?” you say breathlessly, rocking your hips back against his hand as he starts to thrust and curl his finger inside of you.

“You shouldn’t antagonize him, love,” Shouto tells you, but it’s hard for you to take him seriously when you roll your thumb over the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum beading there and he hisses between his teeth. His fingers bite into your hips, and you stroke him harder in retaliation.

It isn’t long before Katsuki is working a second finger into you, and you moan against Shouto’s mouth as he leans forward to smother your gasps and whimpers of pleasure. His hand bats your fingers away from his cock, and you grasp his shoulders to hold yourself steady as he rips open the condom and rolls it onto his dick. You sigh as his cockhead presses against your slit, rubbing through your wetness.

A loud moan pulls from your throat as your mouth leaves Shouto’s. It’s all you can do to hold yourself upright as the man beneath you guides you over his cock. His thumb brushes against your clit, and you shove yourself back harder against Katsuki’s thick fingers, loving the stretch of him fingering your ass.

“Inside,” you gasp, wriggling against them. “Now.”

They don’t need to be told twice.

Katsuki pulls his fingers from your ass, and for a moment you’re achingly empty inside before the head of his cock takes the place of his hand. You whimper at the stretch, his cock thicker than his fingers were, and your head drops down to rest on Shouto’s shoulder as Katsuki works his dick into your ass inch by inch. Shivers wrack your spine, and Shouto hushes you, his hands running up and down your back. He squeezes your hips, peppers your cheek and jaw with tiny kisses to distract you from the pressure.

When his hips are tight against your ass, Katsuki presses his chest against your back, the sweat on your skin making it easy for him to slide against you. Your fingernails bite into Shouto’s shoulders as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. He slips inside easily you’re so wet, your walls snug around him. A choked moan bubbles in your chest as you’re filled by their cocks. The fullness has you seeing stars.

The first few thrusts are tentative, slow and shallow as they find a rhythm that makes you moan. You roll your hips to match them, grinding against them whenever they pull out, leaving just the tips in before plunging back inside. Muffled praises and pleas keep spilling from you, begging for them to move faster, to fuck you harder, and all you can do is hold on as they comply.

Katsuki reaches around to grope your breast, and he mutters curses against your ear as you clench around him when he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and squeezing roughly. Each pretty moan that leaves your mouth only spurs him on. His cock is pounding against your ass, and you’re so damn tight and hot inside that he can’t help the grunts and groans slipping from his own mouth.

Shouto isn’t any better off. He has his hands on your hips, his grip tight as he drags you up and down on his cock. Your pussy is squeezed around him tightly, your walls fluttering around him, and the sounds you’re making are breathed against his ear. Your fingers are in his hair again, pulling at the silky stands, and he moans as you roll your hips against his harder, grinding against him.

Their pace is fast and rough, and they have you close to cumming again almost embarrassingly quickly. You’ve already cum once, and everything is sensitive. There’s no teasing this time, no hesitation as they fuck you to their own rhythm, and god do you love it. It’s an intoxicating mess of hands and mouth on your skin, kissing and squeezing and pulling until you can barely think anymore. Pleasure ripples through you in waves, little electric shocks making you twitch and shiver until you almost can’t take it anymore.

Sweat rolls down your back. Katsuki’s teeth find the curve of your shoulder, and his other hand wraps around your front to grab your other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. Your eyes find Shouto’s through the hazy feeling spreading through your limbs; his gaze is magnetic, pulling you in deeper until you’re practically drowning in him.

Unable to stay quiet for long, Katsuki huffs against the back of your neck. “Shit,” he growls against you, hips slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. “This is fucking hot.” He pinches your nipples between his fingers, and you keen. “How’s that feel, angel? You like getting fucked with two cocks at once?” 

“Yes,” you gasp, mewling as their cocks slam into you at the same time, stretching you wide until you’re almost unbearably full. “Fuck.” Shouto’s cock is rubbing over your sweet spot with every thrust, and the way his hips are grinding against yours has the fine hairs above his shaft teasing your clit just enough to feed into the growing knot in your stomach. 

“You’re taking us so well, love,” Shouto murmurs, breath fanning over your face. His right hand sneaks between your legs, and your hips jerk against both of their cocks as cold fingers start to play with your clit. The first stroke of his fingers almost has you sobbing as pleasure shoots up your spine and spreads through your limbs.

And then his thumb presses against you and rubs. The coil in your belly tightens unbearably before snapping painfully fast. You tense, the breath knocked out of you in a rush, and all you can do is choke out their names as your muscles clench down around their cocks. Their rhythm stutters, but doesn’t stop.

Heat rips through you all the way to your toes. You’re dizzy with it. Exhaustion settles in your bones, and you sag against Shouto’s chest, panting. All you can do is hold on as they fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure until it’s too much.

“Oh, god,” you say, nonsense spilling from your lips. “Oh, fuck. I can’t—”

“One more,” Shouto demands, punctuating the statement with another harsh snap of his hips against yours. His fingers don’t slow, circling over your swollen clit in fast circles. The cold only makes you more sensitive, and you twitch, unable to breathe. “You can give us one more.”

The pounding doesn’t stop, filthy, wet sounds accompanying their thrusts as their own orgasms take hold. Their rhythm from before falls apart, thrusts becoming erratic and rougher. Your thighs are quivering, sweat dripping down your skin. Katsuki pinches your nipples harder, tugging at them before he palms your breasts and squeezes. Between your thighs, Shouto’s fingers get even colder, and your hips jerk wildly, which pleases them both.

The cold fingers on your clit disappear for a split second, only to be replaced by ones that are hot, and you cum on their cocks a second time as Shouto pinches your clit before rolling it between his fingers.

Neither is far behind you. Your tight walls and quivering muscles are too much. Their thrusts stutter again. Katsuki’s cock shoves into your ass as deeply as he can and stays there, and a garbled mess of curses fall from his lips as he spills into the condom. Shouto moans your name as your pussy clenches around him, your slick walls fluttering and pulling him over the edge as well. You can only whimper as he continues to rock against you, cock twitching as he cums.

The three of you are panting, sweaty messes, and it’s not until their cocks start to soften that they pull out of you with slick sounds.

It’s all you can do not to collapse against Shouto’s chest, boneless and exhausted. Katsuki’s heat leaves your back, and you can hear him shuffling behind you, but don’t bother to move, only half-listening as he tosses the used condom in the trash and mumbles something you don’t catch. With your head lolled against his chest, Shouto’s fingers stroke the length of your spine until you finally catch your breath.

Eventually, you’re able to slide from his lap, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You press a sloppy kiss against his naked shoulder, and Shouto sighs as he gives your hips one last squeeze before letting go. The floor is cold beneath your feet, and your legs almost buckle as you stand, a cramp forming in your thigh, but you’re too blissed out and happy to care.

“Katsuki, I’m taking your shirt,” you murmur, searching the floor for the still intact button-up before grabbing a fresh pair of underwear from your drawer.

“Oi! Angel!” Katsuki barks at you as you’re slipping your panties up your legs. There’s a concerned glare on his face, but it softens as you glance at him over your shoulder. “How ya feelin’?” He’s already dressed in his boxers again, looking unfairly good standing in the middle of your room with his arms crossed and a light sheen of sweat covering his torso.

You hum to yourself as you scoop his shirt off the floor and slip it on, only bothering with a few buttons. Two pairs of eyes follow you. “Good,” you respond after a moment. “Sore, but really good.”

A cocky grin spreads across Katsuki’s face. “Damn right.” There’s nothing subtle about the way his eyes rake over you. You can practically hear the thoughts of a round two floating through his head.

Shouto rolls his eyes at Katsuki and sits back down on your bed, also dressed in nothing but his underwear. “You are so…” He trails off with a shake of his head, and your lips twitch in amusement.

Katsuki glares at the other man. “You wanna finish that, Icy Hot?”

“Not really.” Shouto turns to you as you walk back towards him. A quiet sound leaves his mouth as you crawl back onto his lap and nuzzle against him, looping your arms around his neck lazily. “Need anything?” he asks you, rubbing your back over your stolen shirt.

You shake your head. “No. Just tired.” Warm lips press against your temple, and you stiffen as a sudden thought crosses your mind. The three of you hadn’t really taken the time to talk about whatever this was, aside from making sure all three of you were okay with it. Your stomach flips, content joy beginning to sour. “This…” You bite your lip and trace a scar on Shouto’s shoulder with your fingers. “This wasn’t just a one time thing, was it?”

“The fuck—”

“No,” Shouto cuts Katsuki off before he can start shouting. A strong arm squeezes around your waist, but you don’t lean back to look at either of them. Not yet. “Not unless you want it to be.”

Finally, you pull your head from his chest to look at them both. Katsuki has moved to stand beside the bed, his arms still crossed and his ruby eyes narrowed, but you can tell he’s in agreement with Shouto. Both men are staring down at you, waiting for you to speak.

There’s no complaint from you. “And you’re okay with this? Both of you?” You glance between them seriously. “I don’t want to make things weird for you.” There’s more to it than that, and the three of you are going to have a long talk in the morning about what all of this means, but right now, you’re tired and sore, and you just really want to crawl into bed and cuddle.

Shouto is nothing short of blunt when he says, “Do you really think I would have put up with seeing Bakugou’s naked ass if I wasn’t okay with it?” The dryness of his tone makes you giggle.

Katsuki bares his teeth. “Fuck you, Todoroki! My ass is great!” When your laughter only gets louder, Katsuki glances at you with a barely there smile that makes your heart skip. “Good fucking luck gettin’ rid of us, sweetheart. You’re stuck with us now.”

A sound of agreement comes from Shouto, and he gives your thigh a comforting squeeze. “If we didn’t make it clear enough earlier, we aren’t going anywhere,” he promises. “Katsuki and I discussed some things the other night. So long as you’re okay with this, I think we’re all in agreement here.”

You hum again, exhaustion replacing your worry. “Good,” you murmur as you drop your head back against Shouto’s shoulder, eyes already slipping shut. “That’s good.”

“We tire you out that much, angel?”

“Get in the damn bed, Katsuki.”

He does.

The three of you manage to situate yourselves on your bed, huddled together with barely any space left between you. You’re squished between them, partially lying on Shouto’s chest with your head tucked between his shoulder and neck. Legs are tangled beneath the sheets, and your arm is stretched across his stomach. Nonsensical shapes and patterns are drawn across his side, and your hair tickles his skin each time he exhales. Katsuki is lying with his back to you both, only a hairbreadth of space left between you. You aren’t touching. Not really. But you can feel him there with each breath he takes, can feel the heat rolling from his body in waves.

Despite how tired you are and how comfortable and safe you feel with them surrounding you, sleep doesn’t come easy to you. Thoughts keep whirring through you as silence creeps in around you, the darkness allowing your mind to wander. Katsuki and Shouto are still awake too—you can tell by their breathing.

It’s when you start thinking about telling your friends about this and how things might change that a sudden realization strikes you in the chest and you stiffen, a hitch in your breathing.

The sudden tension in your shoulders makes Shouto frown, and his brows furrow in confusion as he glances down at you. There’s a faraway look in your eyes, your expression troubled, and his stomach churns with ice. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly, gaining your attention as his fingers begin to stroke the back of your neck. “Did we do something?”

The concern in his voice snaps you from your thoughts, and you lift your head from his chest to glance at him, eyes widening. “No! No, it’s not that.” His grip around you tightens, and you sigh. “I was just thinking.”

Blue-grey eyes search yours, his expression carefully blank. “About what?”

Lying back down, you bite this inside of your cheek as you consider how to phrase your worry. “The media would have a field day if they found out about this,” you tell him, lips curving into a frown. Working closely with Heroes the way you do, you’ve seen the way the media latches onto gossip. Especially gossip involving relationships. Pro Heroes are celebrities in their own way, and you can only imagine what would happen if your little rendezvous with not one, but two incredibly popular and attractive young Heroes went public.

The thought makes you just a little bit sick.

A loud scoff comes from the man pressed against your back. You lift your head from Shouto’s chest and glance over your shoulder, only to find one red eye glaring at you through the darkness.

“If you think me an’ Icy Hot would let a bunch of fucking vultures say shit about you, you’re a fucking idiot,” Katsuki grumbles, eloquent as ever. The heavy stare cast your way lasts for a moment longer before he drops his head back onto his pillow and goes back to staring at the wall. He mutters something else under his breath that’s too quiet for you to make out, but then he shifts against the mattress, moving just enough to press his back against yours. One of his legs hooks around yours, joining the tangled mess of limbs.

The gruff comment makes Shouto sigh, exasperation clear in the single puff of air. Even still, he doesn’t disagree. The arm wrapped around your shoulders squeezes you a little tighter, and Shouto’s forearm presses against the back of Katsuki’s shoulder blades in a subtle show of affection. Warm lips press against your temple and linger in a slow, sweet kiss. 

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

“I know.”

[deadlynyghtshayde]

One thing that is becoming a bigger thing for me, and I can't tell how I feel about it... and I don't know when it started - probably somewhere in that year of being alone with myself and not having to... mask? Shield? Manipulate myself before I speak...

But I've become a helluva lot more direct. Or, rather, I've stopped sitting on what I'm thinking to the point where it doesn't sound like what I meant to say because I'm trying to be polite.

I'm blunt.

I don't know whether I always was, but it's... so prevalent now.

Today I was discussing Healthcare with nonno, and he was talking down to me about free health insurance- as though I hadn't experienced it within the last couple of years. And we were going around in circles because he wouldn't accept what I was saying and kept making the same point without examples over and over again while repeating "you don't understand." And not elaborating. Until finally he made some vague mention of a doctor telling him what he was saying when things were happening for my grandmother. Bearing in mind the time he was referencing was around 2002-2005. Meanwhile my experiences are from the last four years.

And it wasn't until I was recounting it to myself later, my usual ruminating, that I realized that half of the argument was that we communicate so differently. I don't accept someone telling me "this is how it is" at the best of times, let alone when I absolutely know otherwise from my own experiences.

Meanwhile he was angry with me because he wanted to say what he felt was right without any explanation and for the response to be blind acceptance that he is right.

I don't know whether it's a "respect your elders" stance or a "back in my day we didn't question people" thing or just a generational divide that comes from a 55 yr age gap, but because I wanted more than "you don't understand. This is how it is." The debate lasted for at least twenty minutes and I'm genuinely sick of this kind of communication.

I'm so tired of it because he's becoming so very belligerent when people around him don't bend over backwards and say "yes, ok, you know better than me." It's why my cousin doesn't like coming over, it's insulting to try to have a conversation with a brick wall.

And I can't even say I know its not intentional, because I genuinely don't anymore. I've seen him be difficult intentionally and unintentionally and I genuinely can't tell how much of it is him taking on the "young people these days don't respect older people" because of other older people in his life or my great aunt whispering in his ear because she wants me out of this house, it could be both or neither. But it's so infuriating

[ukittyu]

Blue Boy 2

Next day, you woke up by the sound of a car, you get up to see through the window and you saw him. Jisung came back and as he walks through his garden, looks up and sees you again. You panic, hidding behind your curtains, still shock about what just happened yesterday, you could barely sleep. You looked again saw him enter to the dark and now creepy house.

Couple hours later you hear a knock in your door, you come down to open and see him. He is really tall but his face looked cute even with the dark circles around his eyes. His head hang low and his body too.

"H-hi...um, I am...uh...I am Park Jisung. I live beside you." He finally says and sighs, disappointed at his conversation skills.

So he bowed and you did the same, you told him your name and presented yourself as his new neighbour. He just noded, avoiding all kind of eye contact, pretty weird taking on count what happened yesterday. His actions hunted you all night. And this morning was no different.

He scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Uhm I think I must..."

"No, I'm sorry. I zoned out...It's my pleasure, Jisung and I'm...I 'm really sorry for your lost." You whispered the last part, as you didn't wanted him to hear and to remenber again but it was late. "Thank you." He mumbled. You invited him to come inside, even if your mind was screaming no but you didn't knew a better way to end this moment of tension, so you got yourself into another.

You welcome him and guide him to the kitchen table. He seemed really shy and his gaze fell strictly on the table once he sat down. Meanwhile you prepared the tea, you tried to make up a conversation.

"So tell me Jisung, ho-how old are you? You stumbled over your own words, not knowing exactly why tho.

"I just turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, that's why they just left me here on my own." You opened your eyes in surprise by his bluntness.

"So...you, you don't have nobody to...?"

"Take care of me?"

"That's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter, I've always been alone anyway."

"But, that women, she was your mother."

"She was a drug addict."

You turned around to face him but you ended up looking down at the table. "Being with her was the same as being alone. She was always too caught up in her shit to the point she forgot about my existence...more than once."

You lift up your gaze and saw his eyes sparkling with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Jisung. I shouldn't have-"

"It's ok, it's not your fault." You were still processing all this information when the teapot whistled and you flinched. You turned off the fire and poured the hot water on the cups,when you turned around you didn't see Jisung and your heartbeat started to race. You called for him but he was nowhere to be seen.

Until you felt a cold breeze hit your feet, you looked at your back door, it was slightly open. Making your way there, you slowly opened the door to find him sittind on the doorstep of your door. Face puffy and red, tears rolling down his face in the cold breeze. You where so overwhelmed by his presence alone but you assumed it was just because of what happened, he was still a young boy who suffered a lot.

You stood beside him for a while, letting the cold take over your body but it felt good, you closed your eyes to breathe and Jisung opened his to look at you carefully, his mind dizzy and his senses felt strange. There was something he was feeling but he couldn't understand. Trying to recover from this feelings, he spoke.

"We should go inside, the tea it's going to get cold." You opened your eyes and saw him wipe his tears with his sleeves.

You came back at your normal state and nodded, you both entered again and seated face to face at the table. You tried once more. "So tell me Jisung, are you a student?"

"I graduated last year."

"And what your plannimg to do? Is there something you'll like to be?"

"I like dancing, I'll like to be professional." Your face lit up, at least he had an expectation in life to lean on. "That's awesome, I'm glad to hear it!" You exclamed, maybe a little too exited but the boy lift up his face and smiled.

'His smile is so sweet' you thought.

"You think I'm going to make it?"

"Of course you will, why not? If it's something you really love you are going to get it!" His smile wide and he looked at you in the eyes, just like he did yesterday but with a spark in his eyes, his features softened but you still felt uneasy. You smiled back. You two drinked the tea in silence, just sharing a couple glances and soft smiles.

Until he spoke again. "I think I must be going, I...still have somethings to do at my house." He said, you could see how his body returned to his down and depressed state. "I'm...I'm so thankful you received me, thank you so much for the tea and for your words." He smiled again. You felt your stomach flutter, what is it? "It's nothing, really. If you ever need anything just tell me. I'll be right here." One more glance and he bowed goodbye to you.

You closed the door and leaned on it, 'what was this kid, why...who was this kid?' you asked to yourself but never heard the answers of your subconscious. Jisung had a couple questions too at your front doorstep still, scenarios he never imagined before filled his mind and you were in all of them. "why?" spoke out loud the youngster, he looked into the window beside your door to look at you again and sighed, his chest felt full, his body felt warm, which was unknown for him. He started to make up his mind and while he walked home, his mind got back to your words: "if you really love something you are going to get it."

He smirked and entered to his empty house and now he feel it too, something was going to happen.

[barbika1508]

Hiwaga (Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader)

Part 1

Words: 11,1 k

Genre: Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of smut, Cursing

Summary: Life was good, playing out better than it has been ever before. My future was bright and full of promises and wishes coming to realization. All up until she showed up. She stormed though the front doors ruining everything along the way by her mere presence derailing my goals and purpose in life. A puny mortal, a child, a complete nuisance, and yet…The key to an unimaginable life, to the truth all along.

Author's note: Hiwaga – mystery; full of wonder Words in italics are dialogues or thoughts that Jeongguk reads from others. So I’ve done research with this fic, and used certain words that need explanation…given that there can be A LOT I’ve put a dictionary just below the fic if anyone is interested :3

Jeongguk’s POV:

‘’Stop it.’’

I barely flinch at the hiss the presence that settles on my left expected, to which my glare remains unfaltering ‘’She’s just…infuriating.’’ I sigh quietly, trying to relax my clenched jaw but just settle right back into pressing my teeth tight together while my fingers curl into fists, annoyance brewing.

‘’Why is that?’’ the question has me rolling my eyes inside my head, as I shift onto my right foot and away from the broad-shouldered vampire, keeping my composure in case of anyone looking towards us.

‘’I don’t know, I just really, really don’t like her.’’ I grumble glaring at the girl that’s grinning widely showing of her blunt teeth advertising to everyone that she’s not like us. She’s literally making herself a bait, even though Yoongi hyung made sure she was doused in his scent not even an hour ago.

She’s chatting away with a middle-aged guy, his wife looking interested as she eyes the regular girl up and down her thoughts not promising anything good. Right now, I’m cursed having the abilities that I have, easily reading through the crowd of people that’s surrounding us. I hate big gatherings, or any gatherings for that matter. Its bothersome to keep my concentration up at all times, to prevent all the voices from flooding my mind. Well except for hers. Not hearing her thoughts, is one of the most infuriating things.

‘’We know that Jeongguk-ah. It’s been a well-known fact since the moment she stepped a foot past the front doors.’’ Jin hyung chuckles clearly amused by my brooding and misery, as I recall not even a month ago how she loudly shrieked a greeting, and then just ran up to Yoongi hyung. He offered her a SMILE! HE SMILED AT HER AND LET HER HUG HIM!!!

The scene as I remember it is still bizarre and sort of unrealistic. How easily everyone accepted her, even though she isn’t of our kin. We’ve turned away, orphaned fairies, witches and even shapeshifting dragons which could have given us great amounts in the power dynamic. And yet there’s Y/N. Ugh even her name has me rolling my shoulder back, as my nose briefly scrunches, Jin hyungs hand landing on my shoulder reminds me that I need to keep a calmer attitude. Glancing over to him he’s completely amused as he looks at me.

‘’You are stewing in your anger without a real purpose youngling.’’ He teases the nickname a pain in the ass ‘’Relax, Jeonggukie.’’ He leans in closer still smirking but looks me directly in the eyes hovering up close There’s plenty of girls here. Some with royal statues or skills you can only ever imagine of. he wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. This time around I do roll my eyes for him to see, shaking my shoulders and him off as he ends up giggling not taking offense in my behaviour.

In a regular setting or just a regular gathering as this one is, I wouldn’t miss any single opportunity to tease him, or make fun of him blatantly but given the new guests I’m not in the mood whatso ever.

I do look at the wives, girlfriends, mistresses of our guests that fill our spacious ballroom besides the variation of men, that had me tune out their thoughts the moment the first 5 arrived. And granted they are all gorgeous, youthful, pale complexion mostly with vibrant eyes full of life, and deadly fangs poking from their lips proudly. My jaw unclenches, while I raise my chin up in interest once a blonde girl, walks past us quite a distance but I don’t miss how she flutters her eyes towards me, keeping on a shy smile which is a pretence but the visual has my attention. Her long blonde hair is cascading down over her exposed shoulder the ends curled up meticulously. Her front is a bit on the flatter side, figure smooth and flawless as the red wine dress that’s running and falling down her body like an endless seem of water while a thin vail that covers it, sparkles in the lights at times making her look more out of this world.

I raise an eyebrow in curiosity ready to start this game of chase. Watching intently, she offers a wider smirk steps slowing down, when suddenly she disappears from my view thanks to the group of chattering vampires ahead of us. Looking left and right she doesn’t pop up. Interesting.

‘’That’s it Jeongguk-ah. Our fearless maknae on the prowl.’’ Jin pats me over my back smirking his words making me smile but from half embarrassment and half amusement ‘’You know I’ve picked up on certain gossip that’s been floating around.’’ The implication has me turning to my older hyung fully in curiosity.

‘’Do spill thou secrets, dearest hyung.’’ another voice replies, Taehyung joining the two of us smirking knowingly. He probably knows where this is going, being the coven’s expert gossiper and a professional drama queen so to speak. He knows the ins and outs of the vampire world, dipping his toes into the werewolf pack’s and mere-folk communities as of lately. I simply slide my hands into the pockets of the black suit creased trousers I have on. I paired my outfit with a black long-sleeved saint Laurens shirt, and over it I’ve gone with a white suit jacket with golden detailing on it.

Jin hyung has gone more with a professional (regal) look, wearing a midnight black 5-piece suit, with the difference in the dress shirt which is a darker purple colour. The tie he has one, is more visibly purple adorned in small golden accessories that state which clan he belongs to by the logo being pined near the knot. He’s not only displaying regal colours but also the wealth, the rank and honour that was given to him, when he reached a milestone in his old age which not many vampires do anymore. The status and extra titles are appointed according to age and actions and Jin hyung has made it pretty high on both of those simple to-do lists as I’d like to call them.

Taehyung on the other hand is like me dressed in all black, going with a matching 2-piece suit lacking the suit jacket which leaves him in a more of a blouse type of dress shirt that has white squares doted randomly across. He has tucked the shirt into the slightly high waisted trousers, which makes shapes up his figure to the tens.

He quirks an eyebrow as he smiles mischievous standing on Jin hyungs left, giving me a knowing look.

‘’Rumour has it, amongst our lovely ladies mainly but in a wider circle nonetheless…’’

‘’Meaning everyone, yes hyung.’’ Taehyung pips in encouragingly licking his lips as he points his stare at the elder. I quickly shush him smirking as I glance between the two Taehyung grinning while Jin shakes his head but remains humoured.

‘’…it is said, that after a night with our Jeonggukie here, even as a vampire you’ll be having problems walking the next day.’’ His eyes are fixated on me gauging my reaction while I meet Taehyung’s gaze just knowing exactly what he normally would say. I don’t even have to read his mind to know.

But he loudly snorts instead ‘’You’ve left out the juicy part of the rumours hyung.’’ I lift my chin up again but look away from the two trying to see and detect if anyone is listening into our conversation. There’s a group of vampires that is standing close to us. Some have picked up on our talk but they are occupied discussing something else that has their complete attention, two women snickering to themselves quietly ‘’Our Jeonggukie even though is the cutest and the most innocent looking as a cherub doesn’t cuddle. Or kiss after he’s done fucking your brains out. How about that?’’

Turning back to the two, the elder gives me a disapproving look meanwhile Taehyung is strictly mirthful clearly finding this amusing ‘’I’m not looking for love. It’s simply an exchange of pleasantries and then it’s back to regularities.’’ I shrug turning away as the dark-haired vampire coos, chuckling while Jin hyung who has dyed his hair into a faint purple colour tsks.

‘’Oiii we didn’t raise you like that young man.’’ He chides while my eyes finding the blonde once more. Her gaze is already on me, clearly taking me in up and down shamelessly ogling me. To keep this interesting I refrain from reading into her mind, and offer a smirk back, taking her in as well. She’s joined into a conversation which she barely participates once our gazes interlock ‘’Yahhhh don’t ignore us! Don’t prove those rumours right!!!’’

‘’Let him be hyung.’’ Taehyung defends me, chuckling ‘’He’ll learn eventually, after getting punched into the balls enough times.’’

That has me quirking both eyebrows in question as I turn to the black haired male, his hair having grown out making him look all the more attractive in the period of a few months since he let it grow ‘’Have you learned that from experience hyung?’’ now I’m the one amused at the implication. But the mischief simply rolls of him.

‘’it’s a possibility.’’ He challenges back ‘’But it’s also well known what a gentleman I am first and foremost.’’ he wiggles his eyebrows, right hand rising up fingers wiggling, the suggestion obvious which has Jin let out a dry laugh.

‘’You younglings are just so cocky.’’ The elder condemns crossing his arms.

‘’Ah hyung I’m sure you were the same as we were at one point in your long and richly filled life.’’ Taehyung half sings stepping closer to the taller male, that simply smirks, his gaze now trained forward onto someone ignoring the antics of the younger vampire who cuddles up to him. I mimic our hyung turning forward in search of the blonde again, that once more has disappeared. Damn.

‘’I’m not telling you animals anything. You’d only take it as a challenge. And then I’ll just have more work to do cleaning after you.’’ Jin ends up grumbling the bickering going on put to the back of my mind.

With the wine-red colour in mind, I scan the growing crowd finding 4 more girls with a similar dress offering gleeful smiles, and even winks in return. Even though they look nice, I can’t help but to want to find the blonde. She had this quirky smile to her, and the fact that she put on an innocent face has me guessing she’s into something kinkier than she’d led onto.

Just as I’m about to head forward and find her by myself my intentions gets stopped.

‘’Oh, waw would you look at that.’’ Only now I notice that my two brothers have fallen silent, and are both staring ahead at something at the same time. Glancing at the two, Jin is amused while Tae’s expression is sort of blank. I follow their line of sight, finding an odd pair near middle of the room conversing. My blood runs cold at the sight. The 4 men that surround them are obviously body guards, the notion simply a sign of his power whilst is completely useless.

I sigh through my nose as other’s thoughts fill my mind, the curiosity and excitement and want for bloodshed rising in each and every vampire in the room.

The vampire that’s in the middle of the 4 man is Wangseja. Nobody actually knows his real name, as far as I know and have been told it’s been centuries so everyone just addresses him by his title. He is a descendant of the royal family, and has been meant to inherit the throne in his human life time. But obviously as he’s still here, breathing and undead something must have happened for him to have has to stray away from the human world and path of life.

He is not the only vampire that’s considered being one of the oldest here. There are a few more in this very room, one being our Yoongi hyung, and Jin following just close behind, after 3 others.

The 8 gifted with the title ‘elders’ are considered being in charge, with everything that’s regarding our vampire community and largely covens as they’ve tried to portray it as if we’re families. Which we aren’t. Coven wars still happen most often than some would like, and not enough to others.

Back to the former crown prince, he’s wearing a Gonryongpo which translates to Dragon Robe. He has the famous yellow dragon woven over his back which simply makes me assume that even though he puts on a friendly face and demander he’s a cocky asshole. He must be. Those clothes are generalized as robes that government officials and royalty wore but it’s well known that they were mainly emperors clothing. A bit pompous if you ask me.

Of course, the other 8 elders are dressed similarly to him, but in comparison they are dressed in downgraded versions.

His colours are the ones of red and to my misfortune of not being able to make fun of him later he isn’t wearing the traditional hat along his attire. He is however strapped with a Samjeongdo at his side. Again, it's all telling me he's a prick. I don’t even have to peek into his mind to see him as a sheep in wolfs clothing. A dangerous sheep with incredible power nonetheless. My nose scrunches up as his laughter can be heard all the way here, the ballroom having gotten quieter, everyone’s attention and ears focused in on the conversation at hand, the odd pair presenting curiosity amidst my kin. I bet the next gossip is going to revolve solemnly onto what’s happening right now. Ugh, great.

The girl that’s standing before him sports a bright smile unbothered by the many eyes that are fixated on her, taking in every error that’s marked over her skin, every imperfection that lies over her features and hair that even though has been styled looks messy to me.

She stands out from everyone else, simply by the colour choice of her dress which happens to be a soft lilac that edges on white, and grey. Ridiculous!

The ladies in the room, are for the most part dressed in designer clothing, with jewels, glitters, and modern sewing, styled to perfection which is an overused word, but that’s just what vampires tend to do. Dress to impress, every detail smoothened and detailed 100%.

Her dress is draped from her waist down pooling shily around her feet, her neckline all but shy as the V-neck is deep showing of her collarbones and extra skin, the odd scar littered here and there ruining her darker completion, pale not being in her vocabulary. Her fingers are adorned with golden rings, same goes for her ears where golden earrings dangle in the bright lighting of the chandeliers. More gold has ben simply strewn over the mess of her hair, the style which is supposed to be elegant has had my head shaking even before.

The cuff on her bicep even though displays her prominent muscular and athletic figure highlighting her arms is unnecessary, as is the leaf belt around her waist that makes her hips look wider. I’m sure there’s plenty of men lusting after her plump figure alone. I bet her flesh is soft, and easy to hold onto, the covered-up skin probably littered with more scars that seem to litter her every inch of her body. Unlike most people she shamelessly displays them.

What irks me, and leaves me in complete puzzlement is the sword that’s strapped to her hip. I’ve been told she’s a swordswoman, and that she has had the training of it as I’ve stumbled upon her and Yoongi hyung sparing one day randomly in the gym. The space is big and can have a boxing ring in it if we wish to, other activities such as practicing martial arts, and archery enabled by its spaciousness.

The already what looks like an exaggerated grin grows wider her animated looking speech bothersome. Her right hand is the one to move around fingers twitching, constantly touching the handle of her sword, awkwardly almost while her left hand is preoccupied with holding a glass that contains alcohol in it the content unknown to me. She’s the only one with a drink in hand making her even more obvious that she doesn’t belong here. She doesn’t belong with us.

And yet the prince seems to eat her right up with his eyes alone. He’s completely entranced by her. I don’t understand one bit as to why - she’s full of imperfections like I’ve said, the fact that she’s a foreigner isn’t the issue, but the word she chooses to say are at times very disrespectful as she doesn’t know better clearly her Korean obviously lacking while her mannerism are those of a child.

Still irked I tilt my head tongue darting over my teeth and cheek as I focus my gaze onto the man, the sound of my inner voice fading back, as the haze behind my eyes and fogginess that surround me starts to lift up. It would be way easier to close my eyes, but that would make it obvious that I’m trying to do something that I shouldn’t be doing.

As I blink a few times, I find myself in the prince’s shoes which are uncomfortable but he’s keeping that at the back of his mind. He notes how she’s so small and fragile looking compared to him, easily to take, steal away if it were the older times. Okay old man.

She’s just like a child! So excited and clumsy, its adorable. That sword on her hips must be a mere toy. Something to add sparkle and value to her in a sense. But the display of it does raise questions; Why did Min Yoongi let her wear that? And the style of it, very much so foreign to our own Geom’s and sword styles in Korea.

He probably dressed her up himself, given that she’s absolutely drenched in his bitter scent. Ugh mint. I’ve grown to absolutely hate it as it’s a reminder of him whenever the scent hits my nose. If it weren’t for him, I’d be king, and all these fools and idiots would have already been kissing my feet.

So why is he displaying her off like this? He has staked his claim, but hasn’t marked her. It must be a bribery? No Min wouldn’t stop so low he’s too prideful for that.

Look at her go, rising chuckles from my chest with almost ease which is sort of unusual how her humour seems to be in tune with my own. Even though she’s more than meets the eye, she’d be fun to play around with. Tie her down, or simply hold her as she’s useless against my strength...then use all her holes us, and drain her…fuck what would I give for a taste of her blood. Even though the mint covers her up, her own sweetness has started to seep through. She smells like the freshest batch of strawberries, mint ruining it into acidness. I want to ruin her…

A backhanded hit over the back of my head, brings me accidentally to another place in the Prince’s mind, seeing the image of the human girl being tied up inhumanely, and him fucking her. The scene has my stomach churning and if I was still human, I’d be throwing up right here and now. If my blood was ice cold before it quickly warms up, as that’s no way to threat any woman or man for the matter human or no. As I blink rapidly coming back to my own stiff body, I offer a glare towards the Prince one last time before turning to a fuming Seokjin hyung that’s glaring at me hand still holding onto the back of my neck, with an underlaying treat resting heavily between us.

‘’Are you fucking crazy?!’’ he hisses pupils starting to glow more prominently red as his anger rises. Only now I notice Yoongi hyung on my left, that’s neutrally staring at me clearly disappointed but there’s this sort of glimmer in his eye that I can’t exactly read ‘’Out of all the things we’ve told you not to do and you go straight ahead and spit in our faces?!?’’ his anger is basically radiating in waves from him, as he leans in closer to me to my neck, hand tightening forcing me to hold my head still.

Taehyung was quick to move and stand in line of sight trying to block out anyone from seeing what’s going on where we are near the balcony that has remained unusually unoccupied this evening.

‘’It was me.’’ Yoongi replies neutrally. It’s that sort of neutral that’s plainly terrifying as you cannot know what direction his emotions are swinging at. Even though he is my creator, my saviour and the one I’m closest to in our coven, he is after all a very old creature that with only a stare can make anyone cry and flee ‘’My order.’’ He adds eyes finding my own, voice easily filling my mind.

Is there anything you’d like to share with me? his face remains the same, whilst Seokjin lets go off me and steps away, angrily mumbling under his breath. With a glance towards Yoongi and a barely there nod Taehyung is scurrying away after Jin, meanwhile Hoseok hyung is quick to join us out of thin air it seems, settling himself on Yoongi’s right keeping an eye out.

Readjusting my clothes and posture I offer a glance towards the Prince and Y/N that’s down’s her glass and makes a goofy expression looking like she’s having the time of her life. Ignorant fool.

He wants to steal her. Literally. turning to the platinum blonde vampire he sighs heavily through his nose looking forward with his eyes narrowed.

What else?’

My lips tighten into thin lines the blonde woman from before coming into my line of sight. Shit. Cursing further I turn to the pair in the middle of the room again, watching as the prince daringly leans closer, the girl to my surprise dodging his touches, his hand now and then reaching out seemingly casual Her sword. I admit trying hard to push down the image of the two of them, and the way he wants to torture her for his own pleasure He hates your scent. But hers is starting to come out more which has him all the more curious and wanting.

Frowning as disgust raises again, I keep my eyes on the elder on my right, not missing the way his lips tug downwards. He looks displeased.

‘’Hoseok-ah.’’ With a single word and a look, Hoseok rushes away, disappearing as if he wasn’t even here in the first place. As I turn forward to look across the room ready to observe thoughts of certain vampires the blonde catches my eyes again. She’s standing much closer now but has been roped into another group of females that are clearly gossiping way to loud for their own good. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at me as of saying ‘Help.’.

‘’Your punishment will be decided on tomorrow.’’ Yoongi speaks monotone getting my attention. I quickly lower my head down in understanding, hands pulling behind my back as I take a step behind him ‘’Even though you’ve earned a pass, your actions have earned Jin hyungs anger.’’ He spares me a glance but I don’t lift my head and gaze from my shoes, the leather polished so that it reflects the closes chandelier to us in them ‘’Taehyung-ah will take care of your position while you join Namjoon and Jimin.’’

Instantly I grind my teeth together, wanting to retort back a denial but know better than to go against him especially where anyone can hear and see us in a crowd like this.

‘’So much for waiting for tomorrow.’’ I grumble squaring my shoulders, picking up on soft patting of feet the person I want to burn in hell approaching us. Hyung doesn’t reply, just keeps looking ahead instead even though I know I rubbed him the wrong way with my comment. But he also knows how I detest her. It really is a cruel punishment as he’s putting her safety onto my shoulders. I hate this so much, ugh why me?!

I was supposed to be Yoongi’s hyung backup. I was supposed to start learning to be his left-hand man, as Hoseok is always there when he needs him. But no, she had to fuck it all up didn’t see? Just by coming here she fucked up years of progress I’ve made. Years of hard work to be the best, in all categories that hyung needs me to excel at.

‘’Hello gentlemen.’’ She cheers gleefully completely unaware of what’s happening. Looking up she spares a wide grin and proceeds to drink more of her newly refiled glass, a waiter following her around since the start.

‘’Aren’t you being a bit careless with the amount of alcohol intake?’’ Yoongi asks sounding soft and affectionate, as she smacks her lips which are coloured into a nice pinker shade, that complement the soft pastel tones of her makeup. So annoyingly human.

‘’Me careless never.’’ She snorts giggling ‘’I’d offer a toast but given your current lack of beverage, I’ll keep on trooping on for the both of us.’’

‘’How courageous of you.’’

Another puzzling matter is the amount of alcohol intake. I know humans drink, but isn’t this too much? It’s getting to a lethal point for her livers at this point ‘’Continuing on my legacy firmly.’’

My frown deepens as Yoongi chuckles half amused ‘’Did you enjoy your chat with your newest admirer?’’

At this I spare him a glance. His expression hardens but he isn’t giving anything off his expression and posture relaxed and well masking his real emotions while she on the other hand muses and obviously turns back toward the Prince, that’s already staring towards us, offering a smirk. She hums and turns back crossing her right arm over her front while she bends her left holding the glass up near her face the posture making her look ridiculous as she fake toasts, the Prince mimicking the gesture right back.

‘’Very much so, he’s quite charming.’’ She confirms her eyebrows jumping expression seemingly too happy for her to actually be normal. How can she be so cheerful and easy going? Again, with the animal references but she’s a lamb set right now in a den of lions, ready to be devoured. She’s acting so oblivious, she is oblivious idiotically so, her attitude and the way she’s acting want me to tear out my hair.

‘’Did he ask you about your heritage?’’ at this question I furrow my brows as I look at hyung in confusion. Why is he asking her that? For sure he has paid attention to every word they’ve exchanged like everyone else so why the unnecessarily of talking about this out loud??

‘’Yes.’’ She taps the handle of her sword visibly ‘’But he didn’t get the memo quite yet. He did compare me to a princess nonetheless. I should add that to my resume.’’ Her voice that’s this dreamy aspect to it. Another sip of the bubbly liquid she tilts her head to the side smirking at hyung. The next word she speaks I cannot even phantom to pronounce or repeat - it sounds almost like she is making a sound, which for a moment I assume she just burped or something, but Yoongi hyung nods curtly. Did she just speak in another language?

‘’Oh!’’ she states in wonder turning around as music starts to play louder now the hired coven that acts as a smaller performing orchestra coming to life with a lively tune. Couples are quick to line up in the middle of the room, ready to dance ‘’How wonderful.’’ she mumbles to herself continuing to sip on her drink. With her back to me, I’m drawn by the expanse of her back the dip of her dress reaching just where her kidneys are. Harsher looking scars litter her skin, which are confusing by all means. They are long and overlapping. That must have taken a long time to heal. It almost makes me flinch.

Yoongi’s silence gets my attention and a desperate wish to peek into his mind, to see what storm is brewing there.

‘’Remember that one time, when you asked me to dance on your own free will??’’ the girl wonders sounding reminiscent while the vampire moves to stand in front of her. I feel as if I’m intruding the moment, so given my new position I walk over to the side, to a giant column that’s keeping the heavy roof intact above us. I’m close enough to them to intercept anyone, and far enough to stop any danger. But instead of focusing on my surroundings I listening in onto the two.

‘’…you’re not getting that. Even if you drag me.’’ hyung finishes amused, standing closer to her. Way too close that’s necessarily, the proximity bothering me. She’s going to give him a bad rep and he’s just letting her. I am surprised I have to admit, about the lightness of their conversation having fully expected them to start talking between one another in the foreign tongue that nobody knows about, which they usually converse in.

‘’Aigo Yoongi-yaah! Stubborn as ever!’’ I close my eyes for a moment just breathing in an out, my mood sour-ing all the more. Even though I’ve told her myself many times, that when addressing your elders, you need to call them appropriately she still goes against it acting dumb and continues to call hyung in a belittling way.

I don’t understand why he doesn’t correct her! Why is he letting her act like that? If it were any of us, we’d be dismembered, missing a limb for a few years. (Not us necessary I’ve seen him cause pain to lesser vampires that were causing too much chaos in the human world)

‘’It’s just one dance.’’ She tries hand sneaking around his waist the contrast between her brighter colour and his darker blue shaded Gonryongpo is a huge contrast furthering on her difference from us.

‘’It’s been centuries since I’ve danced this waltz. Can’t even remember certain steps.’’ he entertains her further. Ever since she came, I’ve seen him smile more times than I have ever before I feel like. Whenever she’s around him, there’s always a somewhat smile on his face.

‘’I’ll lead, it’s not like I’d be the first time.’’ she whispers as they both chuckles.

‘’Running an imaginary headache there Jeongguk-ah?’’ I glance up towards Namjoon hyung who smiles at me clearly loving my suffering.

‘’You could say that.’’ Looking at the girl, she’s basically nuzzling into Yoongi’s side not minding the many curious looks others are giving her in passing. Or plainly staring at the pair. I try to relax my features understanding Namjoon’s subtle words, in correcting myself my concentration having gotten the better of me.

‘’It can’t be that bad.’’ He pats me over the back reassuringly, eyes darting towards our hyung and the girl that finishes her drink once more.

‘’How can she drink so much?’’ I find myself asking silently not wanting her to hear me ‘’She’s practically killing herself as we speak.’’ Looking up at Namjoon his eyebrows are furrowed as he silently nods. He’s the one that’s most fascinated with humans out of all of us, and has studied human medicine for a lifetime a decade ago. So, he must know better than me, that her eating and drinking habits are unhealthy ‘’Ugh.’’ I groan as she slips and starts conversing in another language, Yoongi seemingly easy to follow along a concentrated expression drawing itself on his face.

‘’Pretentious.’’ I grumble, while Namjoon looks absolutely fascinated ‘’Don’t.’’ I warn as he looks between them and me, gaze fleeting for a moment as he smiles.

‘’This must be…’’ he counts on his fingers but ends up pointing a 5 in his mind ‘’…language that she seems to be fluent in. That’s utterly fascinating.’’ I can see how the wheels are spinning in his mind, picking up on She must be a linguist, that’s why Yoongi called her for this gathering.

His thoughts sort of do make sense. My gut feeling tells me otherwise, doubt quick in questioning Namjoon’s logic for I think the first time in my life. Her being human doesn’t make any sense, for her to still be here.

‘’I’m sure you’d be a better choice for that.’’ I point out ‘’Or me for the matter.’’

He immediately tsks crossing his arms as he stands more on my side, looking at me incredulously ‘’Jeon Jeongguk are you jealous?’’ he asks my gaze getting captured by the blonde woman again, having reached only a few steps away, waving at me a moment later getting roped in chatting with a girl similar to her. Both of them glance towards me and end up giggling.

‘’Never of her.’’ my reply is instant as I turn to glare at hyung in anger, his demander sort of knowing and confident.

‘’Hm sure. Whatever you say maknae.’’ He teases but straightens up once Yoongi approaches us, glancing after Y/N that has sat on the couch behind us. She frowns once she’s down, but accepts another refill the waiter dutifully doing his job.

‘’The meeting is going to start soon.’’ Hyung starts which has us both straightening up, and at attention ‘’I want you with me, I still need to go greet the Jeju coven and given that they’ve taken a liking to you…’’ he trails off smirking both of them exchanging looks. I expect the seriousness that settles over hyungs features once he turns to me, his dark red eyes fixating on me the feeling of him reading into my soul present for a brief moment ‘’Keep an eye on her. And be nice.’’ the last part is a warning because he doesn’t even spare me another glance. He’s moving away with Namjoon hyung that’s getting his head in the game mind elsewhere. I’m sure he’ll come and talk to me later in the morning after all this ordeal is done. I can’t really chase the feeling away of being unwanted for a moment.

‘’Many thanks, truly but I will have to continue with politely declining your requests.’’ Her voice is easy to pick up on as I’m left almost alone with my brothers mingling everywhere around the room and nowhere in my sight.

Taking in a deep breath I turn around spotting at least 3 men offering their hands over to the human, that has a rosiness to her cheeks at their advances.

‘’Just one quick dance, m’lady.’’ One tries persistently making me scowl and approach them. They do look at me, one straightening up immediately while the two others scoff.

‘’The lady already politely declined you already. Don’t turn yourselves into gossip for others by getting rejected thrice more, gentlemen.’’ I point out standing on her left, making sure I’m acting as a shield. The men eye me one insinuating that he’s going to do something more in his mind. But he does take a step back nodding, the two following as they offer their greetings and start to walk away. As I watch them give me the stink eye, I don’t miss the blonde that keeps appearing in my eyesight. Again, she has that innocent expression on, but this time she tilts her head to the side a clear invitation to move elsewhere more private.

‘’Thank you for that.’’ Her more croaky voice pips up. I spare her a glance, as she slumps against the couch again, her sword laid improperly over the couch and her lap ‘’Yoongi-ah told me to be nice so…’’ she trails off quietly for the first time this evening looking exasperated. But only for a moment as her lips quirk up, as a pair passes us bowing down offering a greeting going along and away.

‘’Don’t mention it.’’ I mumble slipping my hands into my trousers again the itch on following the blonde kind of present, but I’ve fucked up enough this evening to keep still and do as I was told.

‘’So, are you having any fun?’’ again she addresses me, and I don’t really see the point in this small talk. Because it’s coming from her mainly. It sounds unfair and mean but I’m getting really tired of her.

‘’Sure.’’ I find myself replying stoically as I look around, returning a smile or nod here and there, spotting some of my friends that are strewn around in the crowd.

‘’You know…’’ she starts and pauses. For a moment I get an image that she’s choking silently which has me turning sideways to look at her. But she’s just sitting there a bit un-lady like her legs spread instead of folded which she does after my brief thought ‘’…if you want to go chase after the blonde you can. I’ll be fine on my own.’’ At this I raise an eyebrow in question startled that she actually noticed that ‘’She seemed nice. Even asked about you.’’ At this new information my eyes raise to the crowd, spotting her wine-red dress near the entrance of the balcony on my sharp right.

‘’You’ve talked to her?’’ I frown turning back to the human, her lipstick that has gotten smudged all the more irks me immediately. Must have rubbed of the glass too much. She should stop drinking.

‘’Uh huh.’’ she replies licking over her lips, my eyes darting onto her own finding her staring straight at me. They look so…normal. Her eyes. So plain so, boring. It’s the first time that I’m actually standing so close to her, and yes, I’ve once been a human myself this shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does – it intrigues me more – but her eyes seem beautifully normal. ‘’She approached me initially having figured I’m with you only after Hoseok addressed me casually.’’ To her boring explanation I offer her a curt nod and turn to the crowd while she takes another sip of her drink ‘’So you can go to her, I’m sure Jiminie or someone else will be here to replace you instantly. Yoongi-ah worries too much, he always has a plan B, C, D, E and so on in mind.’’

I faintly smile at the statement for the first time agreeing with her. Hyung is very organized and ready for anything, partially thanks to Namjoon, but I bet his experience shaped him into who he is today. As for her I’m not so sure. She’s acting way to reckless right now even more than she does when it’s just us. She almost broke one of Bernini statues that Yoongi hyung is very proud of, that’s located in his study. How she did that exactly as it weights tons don’t ask me, the screaming match they’ve gotten into has left us all wondering in confusion as to how and why.

Again, breaking limbs isn’t uncommon to teach younglings lessons, but his way of dealing with her was to after the screaming match as over - rolled his eyes at her and pushed her out taking her to get ice cream. ICE CREAM!!! A child is what she is!!! Even if her mortal age is above twenties, she acts as if she’s 9. Even children of 5 are more respectful than she is.

‘’Are you trying to get rid of me?’’ I find myself asking as she shifts behind me, nails tapping over the metal. I can hear how her heart beat is slightly rushed thanks to the alcohol, her breathing remaining steady.

‘’Hm, not at all.’’ she replies quietly. I can feel her eyes on me, and I refuse to look back at her keeping my eyesight ahead. The Prince comes in sight as he finishes the dance with one of the many mistresses her has, or concubine I’m not sure what title to use with anyone anymore ‘’You’re the realest one tonight to be honest.’’ I can hear her whisper to herself clearly taking another sip after. Glancing back, she picks herself up not faltering as I’d assume, she would. She steps forward standing next to me expression serious and for a moment calculating as she scans the room. Thanks to the high heels she has on, she actually stands taller next to me. Even without them she stands tall, at a sort of an average length – it isn’t enough to tease her for her height.

The heels add an edge to her ‘’Ugh I’m too sober for this.’’ She complains silently at the Prince that starts approaching us. Luckily enough he gets distracted by another lady that literally steps in front of him. Glancing at the human girl her smile falters, eyes meeting my own ‘’If it were up to me right now I’d be upstairs, settled in that gods-sent fluffy bed and would have a controller in my hand, just annihilating one person after another either in Overwatch or I don’t know. Maybe replay Last of us.’’ At this revelation I look her up and down whilst she greets the waiter with a grin who hands her a new glass instead.

So, she plays games huh. Wouldn’t peg her to be the type but what do I care. I’m sure I’d beat her with ease, she has nothing on me.

‘’And what would you do, if I was there right next to you?’’ comes a flirty remark from an orange haired Jimin hyung that offers Y/N a golden tube of lipstick that probably matches the one on her lips. Only now I notice upon taking a closer look how her lips despite the fade-ness in the middle, how plump they actually look. Bite-able.

‘’That depends.’’ Y/N remarks back accepting the lipstick and small mirror handing him her glass, which he takes a sniff of ‘’Where would you exactly be? Next to me? Behind me?’’

I roll my eyes at her poor attempt of flirtation scrunching my nose up ‘’Why under you of course.’’ Ghhhhhhh.

She simply muses for a moment in silence, probably giving him a flirtatious smirk or something, which is a grimace I bet. With the corner of my eye I half watch as she opens up the lipstick ‘’Hm interesting proposition. Unrealistic but courageous in attempt. You think you could handle me?’’

I want to facepalm so hard it’s not even funny. Jimin the bastard he is giggles like a little girl almost, watching her intently, whilst I spot the blonde again talking with another guy, that’s clearly showing interest into her. Fuck.

‘’Oh, little mortal there’s not that much to handle from what I can see. I think I’ll take my chances without a second thought.’’ He shamelessly ogles her.

‘’Are you willing to bet on that then, Jiminie? Stick to your words?’’ she dares back. I spare him a glance surprised at seeing him faltering. Her head is angled in a way where I can’t see her expression, but I can see that she isn’t necessarily smiling. Huh.

He visibly gulps ‘’You’re trying to raise the stakes, aren’t you?’’ he muses confidence having faltered, so he settles for a cute approach smiling exaggeratively for a moment ‘’All or nothing, huh darling?’’ he’s putting out all his cards, posses, smiles, and the looks he gives her. And yet I know for sure somehow that she has him hocked around her finger. All done with a single look nonetheless. Not a lot of creatures let alone humans can get to him and here she just did. He is a touch but to crack so to speak.

‘’All or nothing.’’ she repeats recapping the lipstick and is quick to hand both items back to the pink haired man, accepting her drink back ‘’From what I just saw I’ll choose the latter, kitten.’’ The remark has me rising an eyebrow power balance shifting. Knowing very well that Jimin is a switch and that it sometimes takes him only a word or a motion to render him putty this is highly amusing and interesting indeed. And I think judging by the silence, she broke him sort of. Glancing towards him yeah if he was human, he’d be blushing all over, the puppy eyes telling me everything I need to know.

‘’Let’s get this show on the road boys.’’ she comments off handed. I miss completely as people start to gather around the middle and end up clapping, the orchestra being thanked for the wonderful tunes, a speech from the Prince ensuing. All the while I stare as Y/N down’s her drink, and gulps it like its water. Getting a whiff, I’m seriously questioning her will for life. That’s the scent of strong clean, vodka with a hint of peach in it.

She smacks her lips again and turns to me ‘’Do I look okay?’’ she asks the question completely flabbergasting me. But I do automatically take her in, head to toe. Her dress is still in place not even wrinkled. And this close up, I can see more scars which don’t deter me away anymore. The gold on her fingers, the rings add elegance to the look more completing it, and the earrings are a cheery on top not glinting much under the lighting up close. Her hairstyle the messiness I understand it, and same goes for the gentle touch on her makeup.

Looking at her lips they look perfectly drawn and arched. I dumbly nod instead, taking a glance at her sword. The blade being a kopis, has the handle curved the detailing on the grip is shaped as a pouncing lion the underside of the guard has a winged horse on each side the wings sort of creating the handle . This is the heritage they’ve talked about as the blade is traditionally Greek. She’s turning away faster than I can assess her weapon further more. I watch as she puts on a smile, letting out a heavy breath and hands of her glass to the waiter that’s ready to refill her glass.

She offers him a silent thank you, and then steps forward. It takes me a nudge from Jimin to register that I should follow after her. So, keeping up a distance but remain relatively close I mingle into the crowd keeping her at the corner of my eye at all times noticing the way the draping of her dress elegantly seems to float behind her.

I join in the clapping as we come to a stop reaching the middle of the room. I’m surprised to see Yoongi her and remain standing in the back watching as the human steps right over to his side, bowing respectfully to the elder coming from Jeju that’s the closest one next to her.

The murmurs that raise, confirm my hunch – nobody is protesting her position in their lines but they are all questioning it. Out of the gathered mass my friend Yugyeom makes and appearance across us trying lowkey to keep a surveillance of the room, but he ends up looking straight at me. Crossing my arms, I shake my head amused at his fresh blood so to speak. I know he has been put in charge of protecting, their coven’s linguist Jackson. He simply smirks in return and disappears into the crowd. The other linguist or advisors’ steps next to their elders same as Y/N did while the Prince continues on telling a war story, probably meant to inspire everyone and instead I bet it has everyone wanting to stab him or someone else to end his miserable tale.

‘’…for the future!’’ he ends his speech soon after but not soon enough. The claps arise once more, while the elders start moving towards the end of the room, where a door will lead them into another room which happens to be our grand library, expanding up into the second floor as well.

One by one they make their way inside, the Prince getting distracted by his own advisor standing near the back. But I think for the most part everyone’s attention is situated on the only being that’s not of our kin in the room. The human accepts Yoongi’s offered arm, wrapping her own around his as they follow everyone else ignoring the rumours and different expressions offered towards them.

If I had a heart, I think it would be beating out of my chest by now. My body doesn’t necessarily lack all human traits but the stillness keeps emotions hidden luckily more times than not – I feel the heaviness settle in my stomach like a boulder invading my senses. For some reason I get a bad, bad feeling about this. My anger returns as this just crosses all the lines doesn’t it. And by some snarls once the two of them pass the doors lets me know I’m not feeling this alone.

My friend’s presence next to me, stops me from reacting too strongly like some vampires do hisses and protests rising. We both watch in silence and with frowns as the party mood turns tense. Some of the more mature meaning older vampires start to protest loudly, some going towards the doors where Taehyung has settled himself, along with mainly Prince’s extra guards. There’s an official speaker that’s been left outside trying to calm and charm the defiant bunch. Hoseok and Jimin hyung aren’t far away trying to get the party started once more doing a way better job than the assigned guy. Jin and Namjoon entered the meeting as well, leaving the responsibility onto us; mine being mainly security and basically manhandling if someone turns out to act too unruly.

‘’Interesting developments.’’ Yugyeom comments quietly. Glancing over at him, the turtleneck he has on wants me to make fun of him, but this situation prevents me from doing so. Dressed all in black and with freshly dyed black hair, he looks aged somewhat. The fluorescent yellow hair he had not even a month ago made him look younger.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I simply hum tearing my eyes away from the doors and crowd ‘’I’m surprised you’re still here.’’

Sparing him a glance my friend doesn’t seem phased at my question, just snorting in response at first keeping an eye out as I do too ‘’Gotta earn my place in due time.’’ I tilt my head to the side briefly rising my head up as I smirk knowing those words all too well myself ‘’So what’s this whole infuriation thing going on with the flesh bag?’’ he asks, motioning for me to start walking. The nickname he uses for the human strikes a weird chord deep withing me. I keep silent at first, as we make our way towards the other side of the room, and the balcony that’s closest to the library. No guards are settled here, which makes it seem as a lack of good strategy having been put in place. Anyone can jump through the windows to get the elders attention – this is getting strange and not in a good way.

The terrace is illuminated by the outdoor lights, as well as the half of the moon that’s glowing above us. The chilliness of the air is welcomed, even though I literally can’t differentiate temperatures as much as I did when I was a human in a sense of them bothering me.

‘’Rumours are already spreading.’’ The vampire next to me says keeping his tone down, as he leans against the railing, offering me a cocky smirk. I frown at him, turning my back to the gardens while I glance towards the library. The wall has been built in a way that you can barely see inside. And right now, the curtains have been drawn close. So, I glance inside at the calmed down vampires, spotting newcomers. It’s easy to detect their fastened heart beats, excitement rising. The main course of the night has arrived.

‘’Oh, do tell.’’ I grunt again spotting the blonde that seems to be haunting me this whole evening. She’s dancing with a human male, that’s almost literally slobbering over her.

‘’Where to start.’’ Yugyeom chuckles clearly amused ‘’Some say, she’s just a new pet Yoongi hyung found. Some have the impression of her being his concubine seeing her skin so battered. Others speculate that the scars are from fighting, as in some being former fighting and even sword wounds. The huge scaring on her back someone said is from whipping which isn’t it kinky ey?’’ he wiggles his eyebrows snapping his fingers, acting ridiculous.

My brows furrow at new gossip, and his words and implications. Fighting wounds? Whips. I know how whips feel, how whipping…how…

With some difficulty I swallow the lump in my throat. I can’t find myself imagining her being whipped, it just doesn’t make sense. She’s to chirp and loud and, full of life to have been put through something traumatic such as whipping. The rock in my gut just seems to have been set on fire, as nerves settle more prominently.

‘’Hah yeah.’’ I fake a smile which he does buy into it and continues on.

‘’Some are into the aspect of fucking her.’’ my lips go into a thin line as he says that cheerfully ‘’I think as a fetish more or less or something I’m not sure.’’ He pauses for a moment ‘’Do you think I can have a go at her too?? If hyung is willing to share her that is. Price and all included.’’ legitimately he looks eager and suddenly hungry pupils dilating slightly.

I simply glare at him the growl grumbling in my throat unexpected and has me freezing. But he gets the hint and raises his hands up a bright grin settling over his features ‘’No harm done bro! Understood loud and clear.’’ He even winks at me raising up a finger gun acting as bad as she does ‘’Man why do all exciting things happen to you and none to me?! It’s pretty boring sometimes. You should visit sometimes.’’ He’s quick to switch the conversation tension that has risen between us deflating halfway. But it’s still present.

I love Yugyeom I really do; we grew up together when we were humans so he’s more like a real brother to me. But right now, I’m finding myself disliking him, and the way he was led to think about Y/N. I’m the first person wishing for her to just leave us alone, but I would not want her to fall into the hands of these fuckers here. Everyone that attends these sorts of gatherings hold themselves way to fucking high up, as if they are royalty. In reality we all, came from dirt – and the ones that have not are pretentious pricks that have been handed things on golden platters unfortunately.  There’s no in between in our society.

Screams raise up from the inside, fright loud and clear in the air as the invited humans try to run away. Its soon after that moans replace the terror the flip quicker than the usual. Our guests were hungrier than they led on.

‘’When all of this excitement goes down I will.’’ I promise smiling feeling my shoulders relax as the scent of blood reaches my nose. It has my friend straightening up as well shifting from one foot to another ‘’We’ve got a bet to settle, don’t we?’’

He wiggles his eyebrows chuckling, pushing himself away from the railing ‘’Wanna end it now?’’ he challenges. The bet is ridiculous and downright douche-y. I won’t go into details right now, as the nerves of the mere thought of trying at it, does the opposite of exciting me.

I shake my head at him waving my hand in dismissiveness ‘’Next time. I’ve had my fill earlier today.’’ I lie smoothly. He must be really hungry because he nods and is backing away instead of trying to wrestle me inside.

‘’Your loss bunny boy.’’ I roll my eyes as he reaches the doors ‘’More for me!’’ and with that he’s out of sight easily catching a fleeting girl twirling her around. Not wanting to see what follows, I spare a glance at a man that has another one pressed against a column, draining him hands roaming all over the human’s body who looks like he’s in pure bliss.

Another pair has settled on the ground shamelessly grinding against one another. With a bitter taste in my mouth I turn my back to all of them, and lean onto the stone railing, looking across the garden. Even though there’s so much going on behind me, I do pick up on pitter-pattering of creatures ahead of us. There’s a forest not far away from our estate, the back gardens connected to it. So many creatures do have access and roam freely around it by daylight mainly, sensing us as we sense them.

The smell of blood, and heaviness of sex whisks past me, the mixed smells raising the all too familiar itch to start scratching at my throat insistently so. Even with years of self-discipline and learning control the hard way, by being chained up most times than not it’s hard to ignore my instincts. I do want to just run in, and sink my teeth into some girl, or guy to drink them dry. This is the only time where we can do it, as usually our food comes from donors these days.

What I don’t understand is why for the first time something is holding me back. The blood doesn’t smell right, its either to sweetened or bland. Same as the noises and screams; nothing in particular arouses me, not even my own thoughts of the blonde. Her red wine dress, tugged up legs spread wide open beneath me, as I take her right where I’m standing here it’s just…I bet she’d moan nicely and beg to be fuck hard to the point before breaking. Her eyes would glow nicely wouldn’t they…

But the glow feels wrong. Her flawless skin would match my own under my palms, it wouldn’t be heated up, or fleshy to grope. Same as her melodic tone, it wouldn’t be raspy like I want it to be. Her scent is probably all wrong too, I bet she smells nothing like strawb…

‘’There you are.’’ as if I’ve called her or have pulled her straight out of my mind she’s right there at the doors. Turning around I raise an eyebrow upon seeing her, dragging another human girl that’s panting and has a leash around her neck. She visibly shivers at the change of temperature but the blonde pays her no mind ‘’You’re a hard man to catch.’’

Smirking I straighten up half turning around watching as she licks a bold stripe up the human girl’s neck making a show of it ‘’Hard to believe that. I wasn’t hiding or running away from you.’’

She muses pursing her lips, as she stands on the humans left side groping her whilst her eyes are hungrily taking me in ‘’Duty before pleasure I presume.’’

‘’Afraid so.’’ I nod in return, as the blonde whispers something in the girl’s ears. She moans hungrily eyeing the blonde that pushes her against the wall and shushes her down promising to do filthy things to her. It doesn’t take much for the human to comply, her hands flying under the skirt of her dress eyes shutting closed. My attention remains on the blonde instead as she turns around and approaches me still musing.

‘’Politics are such a bore.’’ She states standing next to me, looking across the garden ‘’Like life sometimes.’’ Looking at her she looks up at me curiously ‘’But I bet you can’t say the same.’’

‘’Hmm define the word boring.’’ I tease back her lips quirking into a smirk.

‘’Ah you know the usual. Feed, seduce, feed more and so on so on.’’ she replies stepping closer to me ‘’Now you’re turn.’’ Her hands are quick to rank up my suit jacket, nails a contrast that doesn’t go together with my outfit.

‘’Not much difference. Feed, train, feed more and train a bit more.’’ I almost neutrally reply, holding in my breath as he hands reach just beneath my collarbones abandoning my suit jacket in favour of testing out how firm my chest is.

‘’Hard to believe there’s nothing more, exciting to fill up your schedule.’’ Her eyes meet my own. And same as in my day dream, they glint briefly brightly red. She is laying all her cards on the table. And I’ve waited all night for this to happen. Granted I wanted to chase her down, like a gentleman but she’s here either way in my grasp.

Straightening up, I place my hands over her hips keeping silent for a moment further as I slide them shamelessly to grip her ass, the action having her breathing hitch. It doesn’t feel all that nice. Leaning down, I hover inches away from her thin lips shaded into a matching colour to her dress.

‘’There’s a possibility I like keeping that part of it to myself.’’ at this she arches an eyebrow showing of her sharp teeth as she smiles. As I intake a breath her scent fills my senses completely. She smells like roses, and butterscotch the combination wanting to be sweet and yet – I don’t find it nice.

It lacks that real tender sweetness, and fruitiness.

‘’Do you reveal it to only a handful of people then perhaps?’’ she breathes out eyes glowing brightly red, as I tug her left thigh upwards pressing her to myself shifting so that she can’t exactly feel me against her. I’m not hard at all. Not even semi-hard. Okay maybe a tiny bit but it’s worrisome that I’m not feeling any attraction to her anymore.

I take a look at her up and close trying to get my body to react, or convince myself to at least think that’s she’s attractive. Her blonde hair seems fake up close, features way too symmetrical and off putting for whatever reason. Her makeup is heavily put on, lines not visible. Glancing down at her body and how she’s pressed against me…the hold I have on her…it’s lacking. She’s very plain. The perfection I praised not long ago, is now just dull and uninteresting.

‘’We can share.’’ She adds probably detecting my hesitance ‘’Kitten won’t mind it once bit.’’ the nickname she uses throws me off further. Even though I do look at the human girl that’s shamelessly uncovered her lower part and is rubbing herself for us to see, moans filling the night air – it’s not convincing enough. I’d rather take the human girl for myself instead of sharing.

Grunting I let go of the blonde’s leg realizing in the back of my mind that I don’t even know her name. She looks at me with furrowed brows, as I take half a step away distancing myself.

‘’Found you!’’ a voice sings cheerfully from the doors. Both of us look towards the orange haired male, that grins widely, his mouth smeared in red ‘’Oh what do we have here.’’ He’s quick to skip over to the human, taking her in ‘’Yah Jeongguk-ah you are so selfish.’’ He pouts, running his hands over the trembling girl’s side.

‘’Jimin-ssi when I told you to beat it, I meant it. With all due respect.’’ Blondie pips up crossing her arms and looks annoyed while my hyung remains playfully touching the human girl, that’s panting louder.

‘’C c c Dahyun-ah. That’s so mean coming from such a sweet girl like yourself.’’ He pouts crowding behind the girls back. He hocks his chin over her shoulder as he gives us puppy eyes. I smirk at his antics thanking him quickly in my mind, that he was so quick to answer my call not even 2 minutes ago. Given by the silence of the blonde – or apparently Dahyun he has her hocked.

‘’Why don’t you teach her some manners hyung?’’ I propose crossing my arms as I lean back against the railing. She turns to look at me stunned mouth opening to say something, but Jimin in a bat of an eye is right there crowding into her space blocking her view away from me.

‘’I really should, shouldn’t I?’’ he growls lowly hand reaching under her chin to keep her focus on him ‘’You think you can handle it baby doll?’’

I frown instantaneous turning away eyes trailing off to the library, mind switching to the image of Y/N. Those are almost the same words that she used to tease him. Turning back to the two, they have ended making out – plain and simple. But once he opens his eyes and grins, she continues licking at him like an animal trying to get every trace of blood from his chin and cheek.

Jimin doesn’t say anything just sends me a wink and a I owe you one Jeonggukkie dragging both Dahyun and the human girl back inside in mere moments. He even closes the balcony door. A gentleman indeed.

My shoulders just sag, as I sit myself on the railing climbing over it, letting my legs hang over the edge as I stare at the moon at first watching as it lowers down slowly, orbiting around us.

What a stupid and weird night. I run my hands over my face trying to gather my thoughts that are in disarray. So much has happened, and still is happening. There are so many mysteries too, more than I thought there would be resolving one simple human. She should have stayed hidden upstairs away from everyone’s greedy gazes and thoughts, far away from the centre of anyone else’s attention. Rephrase that she should be here in the first place.

Saying she’s hyungs long term friend is stupid. I’ve known hyung over 190 years given that he was the one who saved and turned me. I’ve never seen her before; he never even mentioned her name or anything.

Even if he does have meetings in the city, there’s no way they could have hung out. Either of us would smell her on him, even if he did change clothes before coming home. Which we know he’s too lazy to go through that much trouble. He’s not hiding her away right now, meaning he didn’t give her a second thought then either.

There are so many questions to answer some completely illogical on their own.

Looking towards the library, nothing has changed. Not even the boulder in my stomach that weights me down. Something is about to happen. Changes are coming. She’s the initiator of it all. I just hope it’s not something of a downfall for us. It sure feels like it.

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Dictionary: Wangseja - Crown prince, the son of the king who appointed as heir to the throne. Gonryongpo – Dragon Robe/ were the everyday dress of the emperors or kings of China, Korea Vietnam and the Ryukyu Kingdom. Samjeongdo - the sword given to newly promoted Korean military generals each year by the Ministry of National Defence. Kopis - a heavy knife with a forward-curving blade / the Ancient Greeks often used single-edged blades in warfare, as attested to by art and literature.