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Yeah, I wanted to do ttrpg adventures in my Red Riders story setting and decided I didn't want to try to make my own damn system or try to find the system out there that best fit my vision and then convince my friends to learn it. So I homebrewed a Red Riders flavored D&D setting instead.
I actually found it kinda, interesting/helpful in some ways because it forced me to ask a lot of questions about my world and think about what information my players would need (and would want) to have in order to come up with characters and enjoy playing with me in my universe. Do I need to use all this info in my stories? Absolutely not! Do I like having settled some concepts and vocabulary sorted out that I can just sprinkle into stories? Yes!
I will acknowledge that this is not like an efficient way to do world-building for a project. It took me several months to get anything to a playable state, and then several more months after a first playtest to get it to place where I was content with it. (It could stand to be improved, but it's fun as is). And then there were a lot of places where I ended up with two answers to some questions. The "real" answer and the "D&D compatible" answer. And it can be a little frustrating having a solid sense of how something should work and not being able to make it work mechanically. (And honestly, there are things that are fun to read about that would not make an interesting play experience for most people! Figuring out what my players wanted to be able to do and what experience I wanted them to be able to have in my world, and how I could try to make that all work within the system i was playing with was also an interesting exercise!)
There were also some places where assumptions about character/story/world built into D&D were so incompatible with the segment of the Red Riders universe I had chosen to play with that I had to rewrite or entirely omit some things. For example: I left out entire character classes. Even the classes I did keep got tweaked, or required new flavor text.
It was a very interesting project, but also one that made it very clear to me that D&D is not a universal system. (duh). I don't think I have it in me to write up my own perfectly tailored ttrpg for Red Riders. (....yet?) but modding an existing system by breaking and rebuilding things until I get something satisfying to play with was actually pretty fun for me, so I am now eyeing other systems that are better suited mechanically to certain aspects of Red Riders As A Game Experience and hoping some day to find the energy to break more things!
So yeah. Making my story's universe fit neatly into D&D framework was impossible. Violence all around!
Writing fantasy and speculative fiction is actual Hell because achieving verisimilitude demands that you, the author, have a clear idea of how the speculative or fantastical elements of your setting work, but the story will almost always be improved by not explaining it to the reader.
#d&d#homebrew#red riders#worldbuilding#fantasy worldbuilding#do I recommend turning your worldbuilding into a homebrew setting for an incompatible ttrpg system?#only if you enjoy doing violence to your world and the original ttrpg#only if your idea of a good time is trying to put together a puzzle made of two preexisting separate puzzles and trying to make it look goo#unfortunately#I am the sort of person where this is an enrichment activity
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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : jeon wonwoo x f.reader x kim mingyu
who knew being roommates could turn into so much more.
đŹđđđđŽđŹ: coming january 2025
đ đđ§đŤđ(đŹ): romance, roommates to lovers, angst
đđŽ(đŹ): non idol
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 11k and counting
đđŤđ˘đ đ đđŤ đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: nightsmares from a past car accident mingyu had, anxiety, depression, body image issues, lots and lots of emotions, pregnancy
đŹđŚđŽđ đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both rec), hand job, fingering, pussy stretching, big dick wonwoo, mingyu dick is even bigger, anal play, threesome, spit roasting, anal, double penetration, voyurism (both boys like to watch), needy reader, soft dom wonwoo (like heâs very soft, he just good a being in charge), nicknamed: baby, baby girl (hers)
đŤđđđ˘đ§đ : mature, 18+
đđ§: I was looking at an older story and wanted to make it a minwon story. Honestly I have fully reworked it and only some of the plot is the same and a couple scenes.
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It all started one night when you had a really bad nightmare and went to the kitchen to get water, and found Mingyu sitting on the barstool at the counter. He also couldnât sleep himself. He told you about his nightmares heâs had since he was in college. You learn about the bad car crash he was in that almost killed him. He said he doesnât really talk about it often. You were the only person he opened up to about that night other than Wonwoo.
âI donât like sleeping alone,â he sighs.
âYou donât have to. I can lay with you if you want.â Part of you felt like you were crossing a boundary here that you probably shouldnât. But there was something about Mingyu that always gave you a sense of comfort.
Following Mingyu off to his bedroom you each take a side of the bed. For a while you just lay there staring at each other. After a while Mingyu reaches out taking your hand.
âCould I possibly hold you?â He asked barely above a whisper.
âOf course.â He pulls you close to him and ask you to roll over. Laying on your side he moves so he pressed up snug against you with his hand holding your soft stomach.
That was the first night you and Mingyu innocently shared a bed together.
It became a frequent habit of both of you sleeping together just to cuddle after Mingyu would have nightmares. Wonwoo joined in one night about a month in when he walked into Mingyuâs room to check on him and found him curled up next to you. You were both wide awake and spooning while talking. You both looked over at Wonwoo with the look of a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
âWhatâs going on here?â He asked, leaning against the door frame.
âI had a nightmare again and asked if she would lay with me.â
âGyu what didnât you get me?â Wonwooâs face drops a little and he looks sad. Mingyu has mentioned that in the past especially during college after his accident Wonwoo was by his side. He said in the beginning he couldnât even sleep alone that Wonwoo would lay in his bed holding his hand.
âIâve been sleeping like this with (Y/N) for about a month.â
âOh.â Part of you feels guilty that Wonwoo seems hurt.
âDid you want to join us?â Mingyu asked, tugging you closer to him.
âWould you mind?â Wonwoo sounds nervous. You both just shake your head. Slowly he crawled into Mingyuâs bed curled up onto the other side of the bed in front of you. From that night on you rarely ever slept alone.
You nuzzled against Wonwooâs chest as you started to slowly wake up. Mingyuâs strong hand gently rubbed your thigh letting you know he was awake. Gently you rolled off of Wonwoo trying not to wake him up. Looking over at Mingyu who had moved back a little to give you room.
He laid on his back and signaled for you to cuddle up against him. You moved back into the position you had just been laying on Wonwoo. Your leg once again was tossed over Mingyuâs waist as your head nuzzled against Mingyuâs strong chest.
His hand gripped your thigh pulling you even closer to him. A soft moan passes your lips unexpectedly. This was the first time your cuddling had even gotten close to sexual. There was suddenly a thick sexual tension between you as you let out another low moan as your pajama covered cored rutted against his hip. Your eyes went wide as you bit your lip. You didnât mean to moan, but the way he was pulling you closer to him was intoxicating.
His warm eyes locked onto yours as he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. He suddenly wanted to kiss you but he didnât know if you even had feelings for him.
You suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact you moaned as your body moved against him. Your eyes quickly moved away from his dark ones.
#svthub#thediamondlifenetwork#minwon x reader#minwon smut#wonwoo smut#mingyu smut#svt smut#seventeen smut#wonwoo x reader#mingyu x reader#wonwoo x you#mingyu x you#heaven knows
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look i figured out how to put this post underwater
my personal opinions and interpretations of a piece of literature are incoming. this is me nitpicking but: by the end of the first ghost scrooge is already ashamed of himself and looking toward change and when the third ghost comes he assumes that theyre looking upon a future in which he has changed so he's terrified and devastated when he sees the reactions to his death because he doesn't know if the scrooge they know in a year's time is one who has changed, or one who has changed enough.
like yes i do think that seeing his own miserable lonely celebrated death is vital to the man he becomes on christmas morning BUT. it's not just that. scrooge's fatal flaw isn't just greed, it's isolation and indifference. seeing that there is tenderness and love in this world not far from him is as important as watching his own kin disregard him as lost and loathsome.
that's why, in my mind, seeing how loved tiny tim is, understanding the love and faith and perseverance of the Cratchits as well as his own hand in continuing their poverty and illness, and being struck with the abject tragedy of tim's (really quite preventable) death changes him as much as the businessmen's jokes about him do.
i think what the point one might make here comes down to the fact that it isnt until scrooge is confronted by the reality of the suffering he is enabling that he understands how badly he needs to make a change. he knew Bob Cratchit is poor, I'm sure, but he was able to ignore that fact until the spirits show him the Cratchits' home and their malnourished children. Healthcare CEOS see that every day, they arent ignorant. healthcare companies actively fight to keep people in poverty and sickness. so maybe they're way more evil than Scrooge, who's to say
#scrooge is soooo compelling honestly. like in Dickens' original work or adaptations that really understand the heart of the source (muppets)#he is undeniably cruel and greedy and cold at the story's beginning.#but he's also ignorant and as the story progresses you get the sense that there's this child in him who is lonely and wants to laugh and#love and grow and connect with other people and always has. and that part of him that he's hidden so long starts to wake up#until it overpowers the coldness and the hatred.#and a christmas carol is not just about fear!!!! fear is a factor but it's not the only thing that drives him to change!!!!!!!#it's love! love for mankind and life is what changes scrooge! he's afraid of dying alone yes. he's afraid of eternal torment yes.#but he wants so badly to love and to have joy and hope when he is reminded of what they really look like#and when he is reminded that he used to be capable of them and STILL IS!!!!!!!!#a christmas carol is so amazing it makes me want to scream and throw things i just really like it a lot.#all of this is my personal opinion etc etc#a Christmas Carol#scrooge isnt just changed by fear bro he's changed by yearning for something better
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Out of all the bad people in the story, i dislike Director Ma the most. Reading about krs sitting quietly in his chair trying to get a day off to see cjs & lsh hurt alot. Why do you think krs didnt do anything to get revenge on Ma?
Oh, I absolutely agree. Director Ma is THE WORST. The kind of emotional manipulation this man did to KRS? Disgusting. Utterly repulsive.
I was honestly so glad that it was OG Cale in the side-story and not KRS who heard him say... that, but unfortunately, the fact that Director Ma DARED to try guilt-trip OG Cale!KRS for taking a VACATION of all things, to his face, when we all know that OG KRS was a workaholic who rarely ever took days off? It means this sort of thing wasn't new. For all we know, this could have been a regular occurrence in the office. Not this line specifically, but this⌠general dismissal of KRS's feelings, while simultaneously taking advantage of his emotions and sense of responsibility. It's the "He's not even crying during a funeral" all over again. Those freaking monsters at the Company, how freaking dare they. Just thinking about it makes me angry.
Now, about your question. Why do you think KRS didn't do anything to get revenge on Director Ma?
I actually considered it in the past. We know Cale is someone perfectly capable of taking revenge and getting even. So why would he let this jerk get away with such behavior when clearly he had enough power in the Company to make a difference?
Here are some of my theories.
One, it could be that Director Ma was useful. You might remember, during the Sealed God's Test arc, Cale mentioned knowing the leaders of the shelters and remembering how he was used to asking them for help and cooperation in the past, with much struggle. Director Ma might have been one of many, many individuals that KRS tolerated "for the greater good". As long as he was only a jerk to KRS as a Team Leader and left his teammates alone, I imagine KRS did not think much about his own hurt. He was too practical. If Director Ma was evil like, let's say, Adin, and was planning harm to other people, Cale certainly would never let it go. But a common⌠jerk, for the lack of a better word? He could have shrugged it off easily.
Two, maybe it was because Director Ma was a senior. Cale is actually really, really Korean in that aspect. Multiple times in the story Cale had a habit of considering how he should treat his seniors. He even remarked about the White Star that "I don't care if he is a total senior, that guy is a crazy bastard from now on". So, the simple cultural habit of respecting his seniors could be at play here. Yes, Director Ma was way out of line with his words, but those were the words of a senior. So even if Cale understood that it wasn't fair to be treated like this, he might have felt obligated to accept it because of the traditional Korean values of social hierarchy.
Three, maybe it was a sense of helplessness. One of the moments that struck me really hard in the flashback when LSH & CJS died, was the fact that "no one told KRS to wipe his nosebleed". Once KRS lost all his friend, he felt isolated. Without anyone to defend him. Director Ma wasn't the only a**hole he had to deal with on a regular basis in the Company. Perhaps, due to his depression, KRS simply grew used to such disrespectful treatment until he accepted it as a norm. Which is really freaking sad, but I could see it happening. I really do think that transmigration snapped Cale out of a 10-year-long streak of depression and workaholism. âŚWell, maybe not the second part, heh.
Four, there could be complexities to his relationship with Director Ma. KRS worked over a decade in the Company, after all. Perhaps there was something in their history that made KRS unable to act against him. Blackmail, for example? I don't know what kind of blackmail would work on KRS of all people, but. Perhaps it was simply emotional blackmail. Maybe KRS felt guilty over being Team Leader, because the spot was meant to be inherited by CJS. Maybe Director Ma helped him in the past and KRS felt like he owed him. Who knows? 10 years is a long time.
Here, there's my answer. None of those reasons make Director Ma's treatment of KRS justifiable, of course. But it would explain how such a dumb person avoided getting utterly annihilated... Because we all know Cale could have done it with ease. But relationships between co-workers can be complicated, so.
...Let's all be glad OG Cale got to avenge KRS by simply being himself đ
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AHHHH help i need someone to pick me off the floor and bring a mop over
hi it's me again sorry for existing in the same timeline as you
anyway sooooooo many wonderful perfect amazing show-stopping things about the finale
uh first of all, kudos for the perfect break between pt 1 and pt 2 - it's incredibly seamless, and it ties all the loose strings together, and really, the thing that stuck out to me about this whole story is simply how Cohesive it is. super hard to execute that as a writer, so really, really impressed by that.
onto more specifics.
first, i so appreciate the portrayal of reader as being very sexually active, and in my mind, hypersexual. i mentioned previously about how we don't really know the full story with suo, and that applies to reader as well. we don't really how reader grew up, what her likes/dislikes are (besides sex and bad sex, respectively), what family life was like before getting kicked out, etc. not sure what you had in mind, but there's a sense i have where i truly, truly believe reader is not actually a very reliable narrator!!! i think there's some avoidance!!! some dense and forgetful behavior that is meant to elucidate and confuse us as readers!!! and funnily enough, suo helps us gain clarity.
anyway, i think hypersexuality rep is important, in general. a big part of it isn't just feeling horny 24/7. there's some very real problems with low esteem/self-respect, feelings of disgust, internalized misogyny + objectification, and more. i think this fic also treads this balance very carefully, in that it recognizes that sex work is really just a means to get by, in the most neutral sense possible. it's not always glamorous, it's not always violent. as someone who's done a ton of research and activism in sex work, especially at the intersection of sex work + immigration, i really appreciated this rep.
in terms of reader and suo's relationship, this is really where i wanna dive into it. it's very clear i love them and i love them together, but it's not just their alikeness that makes them work. it's their shared history, their leniency + strict expectations for each other, and so much more.
the specific word choices and phrases really drive this through â "being gutted by suo" "mortified" "pavlovian response" and so many more
their banter is really the cherry on top as well.
also wanna emphasize this more - despite how romantic they are with each other (in their minds), they're also so sharp and judgmental â and i mean judgmental. lowkey kinda like asian parenting LOL like reader wants the best for suo, but now that suo's become a yakuza, that's a grudge she's keeping for the rest of her life. similarly, suo wants reader to stop fucking around and actually practice more self-control, but because she doesn't listen, he's gotta take matters into his own hands and edge the living shit out of her. sexual innuendos aside, literally asian love. like fine we'll deal with it if you don't listen but just know we're holding it over your head for the rest of your goddamn life LMFAO ik it's kinda toxic to other folks who may not have grown up in such an environment - and i'm not really gonna have an opinion on whether it's valid/justifiable or not -, but as someone who grew up with tiger parents + somehow managed to be somewhat emotionally close to them, this type of love is really smth i treasure a lot.
and i think that's the whole point of the fic, for me at least. reader and suo want to take care of each other. they want to cherish the time they have together. but at the same time, it's realistically impossible not to hurt your loved ones. i think it's so easy to say certain things are dealbreakers and to just walk away, but even irl, sometimes it's also just... hard to walk away. idk maybe i have a really convoluted sense of love and romanticism, but i am 100000% convinced love is difficult and honestly not really worth the payoff sometimes, yet reader and suo kinda don't even care if the payoff's worth it. like we'll hurt, we'll love, and we'll just see how it goes bc we just care that fucking much about each other. i wonder if they'd still choose to be tgt even if they knew they were making each other incredibly unhappy... bc they're each other's person ykwim.... anyway, some more food for thought for me... heheh
also,,, sex scene had me quaking,,, i totally read the tags and saw p*ssy inspection and wasn't shocked,,, totally was prepared,,, haha,,,, ha
anyway, sooo much love and thanks again, op. i may have gone off the rails, and thought or interpreted shit you didn't even think about or agree with. point is, haven't thought so much about a fic in so long, and i really was so enraptured with every word, every cadence, every paragraph. apologies for the brief spam in your inbox, but i really hope, no matter where you go, you keep writing. thank you so so so much, truly, for sharing this with us.
TOKYO VICE | part 2
âDo you remember,â Suo begins, voice light, âhow our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each otherâs feelings?â You tense. âNo,â you blurt out, and Suo laughs. âOf course not,â he plays along. âYou were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. Soââhe reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingers and starts pulling the fabric down your sticky thighsââI wanted to have an honest conversation with you.â (Or: Tired of your lies and self-deception, Suo takes matters into his own hands and forces the truth out of you.)
12.8k words. suo x fem reader. deeply unserious yakuza au ft. yandere suo. mostly unrepentant smut, comedy, angst. warnings: sex work. nsft tags: afab reader, emotional sex, fingering, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, pussyjob, just the tip, creampie. suo is mean and makes you cry but there's no degradation, he's just a bastard lol. he also manhandles you a lot and you sit in his lap. dividers by @/cafekitsune!
part 1 here
You're surprised at Suoâs indifference to your sex life.
A month has gone by, and heâs made no comment on your habit of sleeping with customers, nor on the hours during which you come homeâwhich are now even later than usual, since you have express permission to sleep with people and have no need to rush back to the penthouse after your âappointmentsâ. And it isn't as if he's ignoring the reality of your late nights either. In a stunning show of respect for your personal freedom, he now actively offers to arrange for someone to pick you up from whichever love hotel you'll end up at. (You always decline, of courseâif you're going to pretend to be his wife, you'd rather pretend to be a faithful one.)
Ironically, you had initially thought that Suoâs approval wouldn't matter either way. You had found the sex with your clients to be so uninspiring that it made you miss celibacy, so you were planning on stopping. But it turned out that you were deeply affected by the experience of sitting in Suoâs lap as he talked about his expectation of deciding whose cocks you should be allowed to take. It did something horrible to your sex drive, and thus you turned to work as your only outlet.
You spent around three weeks desperately trying to find a customer to satisfy your urgesâor at the very least, to fuck you in a way that could get you to stop thinking of Suo whenever you got even a little horny. You were faced with utter failure in this pursuit, and in the end, bleakly resigned yourself to the reality that your shameful attraction to your best friend is incurable. Youâve now given up on the love hotel visits and simply take care of your needs with a vibrator instead. At least this way, you can actually say Suoâs name while you cum, rather than constantly reminding yourself to say your customerâs name instead.
The freedom of letting yourself fantasise about Suo has been exhilarating, but terrible for your friendship. Itâs just difficult to sit across from him at breakfast and act like you haven't touched yourself at the table while he was gone, fantasising about what it would be like if he bent you over it and fucked you dumb. But you are a decent actorâhostessing demands that of youâso you don't think Suo has caught onto your carnal desires for him. Hopefully, he never will.
Another couple of weeks pass like this. Things are so calm that you come to believe that Suo is genuinely fine with you having some degree of sexual freedom, at least at work. This, however, turns out to be nothing short of naĂŻvete.
After all, Suo is never forceful when he's upset with your decisionsâbut he also never fails to redirect them.
One spring evening, you show up at the kyabakura and are told that youâre only to see one customer tonight, and that it will be a private session.
âBut we don't do private sessions here,â you say, blissfully unaware of your imminent suffering, âand we don't even have private rooms at this establishment.â
To this, your mamasan responds that the club is making an exception for this one guest, and that this guest has rented out the rooftop bar just to see you. When you ask just who this person might be, a look of mild panic flashes through her eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders and tells you to be careful. Just keep him happy and go home after, okay? she says. Don't go out for drinks, and definitely don't go to any love hotels. Donât tell him your real name at any cost. You don't want to involve yourself with a man like him.
A sense of dread fills you as you step into the elevator.
A cool breeze greets you when you step onto the rooftop patio. Normally bustling with a raucous crowd, it almost feels eerie in its emptiness. Aside from the glow of the red light district beneath you and the city skyline in the distance, the only light is coming from the candles lighting one of the booths.
Your anxiety intensifies as you approach it.
You aren't very surprised at the sight of Suo lounging on a leather couch, dressed in full criminal regaliaâinfamous eyepatch, tassel earrings, and all. Sakura once mentioned that this club is connected to some colour gang, so you figure that the manager likely recognized Gui Yanzhao on sight. He probably suffered a minor angina when he did. The mamasan herself has no criminal ties to your knowledge, but she was probably informed that one of her girls was to entertain a high-profile yakuza, and she was likely worried that you'd been maimed in the process. Gui Yanzhao has a bit of a reputation for being a sadist, after all.
While you appreciate her concern, it is not Suoâs history of violence that scares you, but his history of antagonising you. On good days, there's nothing that delights him more than seeing you flustered or off-kilter. On bad days, thereâs nothing that consoles him like spiteful retaliation against whomever's managed to piss him offâand you have, without a doubt, managed to piss him off.
You groan as soon as you see him, fearing the worst for your mental health.
âWhat are you doing here,â you say, and Suo smiles.
âOh? You're not happy to see me?â
âNo,â you moan. âHow are you even here right now? Aren't you worried about being assassinated or something? Who did you terrorise to get an entire rooftop bar to yourself?â
âI have a very cordial relationship with all the major organisations on Keisei Street and was promised immunity during my visit tonight,â Suo says neatly. âAnd I didn't terrorise anyone. I simply walked into this fine establishment and politely asked for a private space to enjoy with my preferred hostess.â
Neither of you need to mention that the sight of the tassel earrings alone would be enough to terrorise someone. The manager probably felt like he was being extorted just from being on the receiving end of Suoâs smile. Actually, you currently feel like you're being extorted too.
You spend a good few moments giving him a look of open distress, to which he smiles.
âYou know,â he says, âfor a top-ranking hostess, you're not showing much hospitality right now.â
âOh, for the love ofââ
You force yourself to stop, remembering that you are, in fact, at work. Despite your mixed feelings about your industry, at the end of the day, you pride yourself on your work ethic. You take your job very seriously, and your job right now is to entertain your customerâeven if said customer is your fake yakuza husband who is toying with you as a cat would a mouse.
Resigning yourself to a night of probable humiliation (one of Suo's greatest passions in addition to lying for comedy), you walk over to sit yourself next to him. And just like in Red Dragonâs lounge, Suo overturns the decision by pulling you into his lap. Your eyes go wide as he settles you on top of himâbecause unlike the intimate space of that crime scene, this is expressly forbidden behaviour at your club.
Also, unlike that other night, you are currently wearing the shortest dress imaginable and the tiniest thong you own.
You find yourself shivering as Suo's hand settles on your lower back, which is fully exposed thanks to the cut of your dress. You try not to focus on the calloused press of his fingers against your bare skin, but this is an exceedingly difficult endeavour, as his touch has been featured in your sexual fantasies for the past several weeks. Worse yetâyour dress is now riding up your ass, and your thong isn't doing much to cover you. Whatever material his pants are made ofâlight, delicateâfeels incredibly good against your thighs too.
If this continues, you might cum on the spot.
âWait,â you say, and Suo raises a brow.
âOh?â
âYou aren't supposed to touch the hostesses here.â
He smiles. âI'm sure this place might be able to make an exception for me. But only if you are personally willing to, of course.â
â...â
Making an exception for him, in your current situation, would be among the worst decisions you've ever made. But after two of the most sexually frustrating months of your life, youâre ready to make horrible decisions.
âFine,â you say. âBut you better not cheap out on the drinks. The mamasan will only overlook this if you make it worth our while.â
âOf course,â Suo says. âThough I think sheâd overlook a lot of things for me regardless.â
Suo makes good on his promise and orders a great deal of alcohol. All top shelf, of course. He laughs that his goal is to bring you to the number 1 ranking with his patronage alone tonight. Itâs a hideous display of wealth.
As you pour him an absurdly expensive drink (a Hibiki 30 year-old blended whiskey), you reminisce on how little money you both used to have as teens. He had to be so careful with his wallet whenever he felt like visiting youâor rather, checking in on youâat work. Especially after your master passed. The two of you were very good about staying financially independent, but there was something comforting about your masterâs promise to support you if anything ever happened.
With him gone, you and Suo had only financial paranoia and each other.
You guess that might have affected Suo more than you thought. Perhaps he didn't join the yakuza to spite you, but to support you. Certainly, he seems to enjoy spoiling you right nowâtreating you to drinks that would easily clear a year of his salary as a teen, buying out an entire night of your time at a high end club, renting out a whole floor just so that he can have you to himself. When you point out that his tab must be getting catastrophic, he only laughs.
âI did always say that I wanted to spend money on you,â he recalls. It had been a running joke during your days at the girlsâ bar, when you scolded him for paying 3000ÂĽ per hour just to visit you. You hated that he was wasting money on the red light district; he always replied that it wasn't a waste, because it was money spent to see you.
You feel your stomach flutter at the comment. You didn't think he'd remember words from so long ago. As a teenager, you had a tendency of clinging onto small, inconsequential moments with him because they brought you so much joy. Youâve always assumed he would have forgotten them, writing them off as instances of shallow teasingâbut if he remembers, then surely they meant something to him too?
This would all make you feel sentimental if you weren't outrageously horny.
Suo has kept you on his lap the whole evening, even as you pour him drinks. Every movement to serve him has you involuntarily rubbing on his thigh, and you're quite certain at this point that he's been lifting your skirt up inch by inch with every casual touch on your waist. You don't bother accusing him of it, though. He'd just give you an innocent look and say that it was an accident. What a horrible man.
Accident or not though, it doesn't change the fact that your nearly bare cunt is pressed right against him. You keep trying to shift positions to pull down your skirt or lift yourself off him, but each attempt only makes it worseâbrings the soft fabric of his pants right against your pussy, or makes your clit drag against his thigh, with only your thong separating your bodies. You try to suppress your arousal, but to your overwhelming horror, you can't seem to control yourself. You feel yourself getting wet, folds quickly becoming slick as youâre forced to grind on him. Your body, already warm from all the cocktails and shots, grows even hotter as you squirm on his lap.
In a desperate move to regain some control, you fully get up to reach for another drink. But then you feel a pair of hands on your waist, and Suo pulls you back onto his legâthis time forcing you to straddle it. You can't help the whimper that leaves you as your dripping cunt is spread and pressed against him, your clit throbbing against his thigh.
You pray that he doesn't notice the noise, so of course he does.
âHm? Is something wrong?â Suoâs hand drifts over your waist and down to your thigh, where it ghosts over your bare skin. He leans in, and his voice is silky as he speaks into your ear: âYou're moving around a lot. Do you need to get up?â
Heâs giving you an out. It's quite considerate of him, as staying like this would not be a good decision. But for better or worse, you have a tendency to make bad ones.
â...no, I'm fine.â
âGood,â he says. âLet me know if youâre uncomfortable at all. I'm happy to move if you'd like.â
As if demonstrating, Suo shifts the leg you're sitting on, directly rubbing it against your core. You try not to shudder, feeling yourself get even wetter, clenching around nothing.
Trying to ignore how empty you are, you grasp for other topics of conversation, something to distract you. A little scrambled from the alcohol and catastrophically aroused, you of course land on the one that's been making your sex drive unmanageable.
âRemember a month ago,â you say, âhow you talked about choosing who gets to touch me?â
âYes.â His palm is warm against your thigh. He isn't moving it, so there's plausible deniability, but the amused tone of his voice suggests that he knows what he's doing. âDoes that bother you?â
Of course it should bother you. It's a level of control that's appalling even to your anxiously-attached ass. But itâs also making you wetter right now. You try not to cryâfrom misery or sexual frustration, you're not sure.
âWell, yeah. Come on, Suoâeven you should know that's really weird of you.â
âI do,â he says, smiling like he isn't admitting to deranged behaviour. âBut how else am I supposed to know you're safe? Or even aside from being safeâif your needs are being met.â His hand runs up and down your thigh before settling at the hem of your dress. âI wouldn't want you to go unsatisfied. Who knows what kind of people you'd seek out if that happened.â
You actively stop yourself from putting your face in your hands. The gall of him saying this after forcing you into extended celibacy is beyond words, especially as you're being forced to rub up on him, effectively ruining every attempt you've made not to think about him sexually for the past several years. There are many materially consequential reasons for your decision to not fuck Suoâyou should not be soaked through your panties, your thighs sticky with need, as you sit on his lap.
âThat's,â you say lamely, ânot very normal of you.â Trying for a less sensual conversation, you go for the reliable topic Sakuraâs romance radar: âAlso, if satisfaction was your concern, why did you choose Sakura? I love that guy a lot, but he has literally no experience. And I think he'd blue-screen trying to keep a friend with benefits. You know he can't handle a fuckbuddy.â
You are not trying to be mean. What Sakura objectively needs for his first time is someone sweet and emotionally competent and, most importantly, not an absolute freak like you. This is a failure of your character, not his.
You can hear Suoâs smile in his reply: âI don't think you're giving him enough credit.â
âHe has the social skills of a feral cat.â
Suo genuinely laughs. âSure, when he first came to Makochi. But he's much better now. Plus, you have no room to talk. I meanââhis breath sweeps over your earââyou used to be pretty wild yourself. I've just domesticated you is all⌠though you've been misbehaving lately.â
His words do something horrible to you. Trying to distract yourself from the mounting sexual tension, you turn to him to give him a biting retort, but you're abruptly stopped by the look in his eye. Distinctly hungry and unrepentant in its desire, his gaze roams openly and shamelessly along the curves of your body.
You feel like you're being eaten alive.
Plenty of customers have looked at you in such a way when you wear this outfit, but none have had this effect on youâwhich is to say, making you clench immediately.
You try not to cry. You actually will cum on the spot at this rate, and you don't think you could be subtle about it. You're barely keeping it together right now, with how your pussy keeps fluttering and dripping. Coupled with the way that the alcohol is melting the edges of your self-control, you're shocked you haven't at least moaned yet.
In a last ditch effort to save your friendship, as well as your rental (house arrest) situation, you slap a hand over his mouth.
âStop that.â
Suo laughs. He grabs your wrist, lifts your palm away. âWhy?â
Why? Because if you keep talking like that, I'll bend over and start begging you to fuck me! you think. But even in your inebriated, horny state, it feels like a poor idea to admit this aloud. You end up saying, âHostesses aren't paid to flirt like this. Strictly speaking, weâre paid to be conversational partners.â You frown at him. âYou're breaking a lot of club rules right now.â
This reprimand backfires on you, as you are suddenly filled with intrusive thoughts of breaking every single rule in this establishment with Suo, including the ones preventing you from climbing on top of him and riding him raw. You squirm at the thought, wishing you could close your legs rather than making a mess of your underwear (now a lost cause), but Suoâs grip stays firm on your waist.
He, himself, is unbothered by your scolding. âOkay,â he says simply. âThen I won't speak to you as a hostess. I want to speak to you, seriously, as a friend.â
His smile is so disarming, it makes you nervous. But he sounds earnest enough for you to be curious, and anyway, you're desperate for something to distract you from your wet cunt.
âAlright,â you acquiesce, âWhat do you have to say, as a friend?â
âI just have one question.â
âSure. Shoot.â
His hand comes to rest in your thigh again. He leans in, breath so hot against your ear that your heart jumps.
âI can accept that you wanted to see customers just to satisfy your urges. But tell me why you didn't come to me first.â
You freeze up. Look at him, wide-eyed.
âWh-what?â
Suo just smiles. Looks so fucking innocent you wonder if you misheard, but his voice is sharp when he replies: âLet me put it another way. Why have we never slept together?â
For some reason, youâve never thought that he'd ask you this question point blank, even though you've asked it to yourself many times. It takes you several moments to piece together a response, during which Suoâs expression turns distinctly wicked. A sign that he smells blood.
âWhy would you think we would have?â you ask carefully.
âBecause weâve both clearly thought about it. You especially.â
You try to keep a straight face. âNo I haven't. I don't know what you're talking about.â You raise a brow. âHow would you even know?â
âBecause,â he says, hand inching up your thigh, âyouâre so wet that I can feel it.â
You're mortified.
Shame floods your body, first because of the accusation, and then because you know it's true. You were tipsy enough not to think about this, but nowâsobering up from sheer panicâ you're acutely aware of how you've soaked through the fabric beneath you. Something that Suo had certainly known, and chose to encourage.
What a horrible man.
When you don't reply, he tilts his head. âDon't tell me you haven't noticed. Do you want me to show you?â
His hand is moving so slowly, you know he's giving you another out. You could easily get off his lap. You could even slap him and call him a sleazy drunk and grouse at him to go home. You could forgive him in the morning for coming onto you and say he'd obviously made an inebriated mistake, as opposed to a very calculated decision. Your friendship would stay mostly intact. His grip on you might tighten, but that would be fine. You would still get to stay with him.
And that's all you've ever wanted. Just to stay with him.
But you're so wet, so empty, so aching. You want to be touched. You want to be touched by Suo, and only by Suo. You want to be fucked by him, to be owned by him, to be ruined by him. Youâve wanted it so badly and so long that you can't even remember when it startedâonly that you want it to end.
So instead of moving away, you sit there and endure the humiliation of getting your cunt inspected by him.
Suo hums as he opens your legs. You suppress a whimper as a finger moves along your folds, at the noise it makes as it runs through your slick. âLook, youâre so wet,â he murmurs into your ear. He finds your clitâswollen, neglected, and you whimper as he starts to draw slow, lazy circles around it. âPoor thing.â
âItâs only because you had me grinding on you the whole night,â you say through gritted teeth. âIt doesn'tânghâdoesnât mean Iâve been wanting to fuck you.â
You sound pissed enough that you'd convince anyone else, but you know, even without seeing his face, that Suo can tell you're bullshitting.
âYouâre not a good liar,â he remarks. A fine teacher even when humiliating people, Suo can't help but add, âIf you have to tell a lie, at least come up with a believable one.â
âWhat makes it unbelievable?â you reply, words clipped off by a sharp inhale as he starts rubbing your pussy.
âWell,â he starts nonchalantly, as if he isn't toying with your cunt, âafter you were targeted in that succession conflict, I put hidden cameras in the area, and also in our suite.â
Your eyes go wide. Even in your aroused state, the implications are making you panic. âYouâyou what?â
âIt was for security purposes,â he dismisses casually, as if he's not admitting to a serious invasion of privacy. âOnly near the front door and the common areas. I just wanted to catch intruders and any suspicious behaviour from my men. But imagine my surpriseââyou feel his fingers start to press into your cuntââwhen I instead caught you fucking yourself on the couch and moaning my name.â
Youâre mortified. Humiliated. Mind racing with every instance you were horny and stupid enough to touch yourself in a common space. You think about yelling at him about the cameras, but then you feel two fingers sinking into you, and now you aren't thinking about much at all.
Your mind goes blank as you're stretched open by him. Your cunt is so wet, so empty, but the feeling still makes you whine. Your brow furrows, and you give him a pleading look. Slowly, please.
âDon't worry,â he says in a soothing tone, âI know you can handle this. I've seen you take much bigger. Thoughââhe shifts, pulls you so you're in between his legs, and now you can feel the length of him against you, hard and aching and huge, what the fuckââmaybe not big enough.â
You tighten around his fingers as he grinds against you. You want him inside you so badly, it hurts. Suo laughs when he feels your desperation, and he sounds so amused that you can't help but feel ashamed. But even more than shame, you feel aroused. You take the rest of his fingers easily, down to the knuckle.
âWhat the fuck, Suo,â you eventually manage through your panting, though not with much bite. âYou weren'tâahhâmeant to see any of that.â
âSorry,â he says, sounding deeply unapologetic. âIf it makes you feel any better, I didn't watch much, and I deleted all of it. I didn't need to see that to know you have feelings for me.â
You tense. âWhat feelings?â you ask, and Suo stops. He pulls his fingers out of youâyou breathe sharply at the lossâand manhandles you until you're straddling his lap. Forces you to look at him, into his one eye. It's knife-sharp, brutal, but familiar. You don't struggle, nor do you feel uneasy.
But you do feel like prey.
âDo you remember,â he begins, voice light, âhow our master always talked about how important it is to engage with each otherâs feelings?â
Fuck.
âNo,â you blurt out, and Suo laughs.
âOf course not,â he plays along. âYou were always so terrible at it. But I've been doing a bad job too, lately. Soââhe reaches beneath your dress, hooks your thong with his fingersââI wanted to have an honest conversation with you.â
He smiles at you. Actually looks kind and even sounds earnest. What a fucking sociopath. You allow him to slide your underwear down your legs, kicking them off. Now your pussy is completely bare to him, and you can hear the way his breath stops as he touches it again. Three of his fingers push in this time, and you pant openly at the stretch, leaning against him as your body trembles from the stretch. He flexes his fingers experimentally, watching your reactionsâyour whimpers, your sighs, the way your eyelashes flutter when he brushes that one spot inside you.
âIâve always had feelings for you,â he starts, using that nonchalant, delicate toneâthe specific one that suggests danger, âand I know youâre too smart to have missed that. Iâd be fine with it if you didn't return them, but you do.â
âI don't,â you protest, and then his fingers curl and press into your g-spot. You're cut off immediately, gasping at the sudden wave of heat in your belly.
A hand comes up to your chin. He forces you to look at him. âI said I wanted to have an honest conversation, remember.â
âIâI am being honest, Iââ Your voice breaks as he starts pumping his fingers. It's slow, gentle, but precise. Tension builds in you at an alarming rate, your thighs getting as slick and messy as his hand. You bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, breathe in his cologne and gasp into his skin, and your mind goes hazy from the euphoria of his touch. Sure, you've hugged Suo before, been held by him before, and god knows you've been touched like this by a ton of other people beforeâbut it feels different now. It feels different when it's Suo who's touching you, different when youâre this close to him while he's drawing all this pleasure out of you. When one hand feels so good inside you and the other one is holding you so intimately.
âSuo,â you whimper, overwhelmed by hot tension in your belly, âI-Iâm close, Iâm close, oh fuckâ
He stops.
Before you can comprehend what's happening, heâs withdrawing his fingers, and all the heat in you is melting away. Your orgasm lost, you come down from your highânerves frayed, emotions taut.
âSuo,â you say, âwhat the fuck?â
He gives you a smile. It almost looks nice. âI'm not letting you cum until you tell me the truth.â
Youâre going to cry.
You're so wet, so empty, so desperate, and now you feel oddly afraid. You don't like the way he's staring you down. You don't like this line of questioning, this bullshit of engaging with other people's feelings. Youâve never liked it. But you needâneedâhim to fuck you. You need his fingers inside you and you need to cry into his neck while you finish.
You say, very quietly, âPlease, Suo.â
âPlease, what?â
It's funny. You've performed begging and crying and submission for countless clients, sometimes during annoyingly rough sessions. You've done it for years. But nothing has ever felt so humiliating as this moment, when you ask your best friend, in the smallest voice possible, âPlease touch me.â
âNo. Not until you start being honest with me.â
Suo's mouth curls at the devastated look you give him. You hardly even notice that he's adjusting you, having you straddle his thigh againâthis time, facing him. You don't register it until your cunt is pressed into the wet spot you left earlier and he's saying, âYou can move if you'd like. But I'm not touching you.â
âYouâre fucking horrible,â you say with all your heart, but your pussy is throbbing and you're desperate for release. So you finally do what you were desperately trying to stop yourself from doing the whole nightâyou start grinding on him. Like a fucking animal in heat. It's embarrassing, especially because his leg feels so good against you. The friction on your pussy makes you pant, your eyes squeezing shut as your clit finally gets some pressure. It makes up for the way heâs looking at you, which is sly, handsome, and rage-inducing all at once.
âYou really do need to be touched,â he remarks softly. âYou said your customers satisfied you. Was that true? Did they properly fuck you?â
âN-no,â you gasp. Your mind feels so cottony now that you're getting some relief. You can barely think, and definitely not enough to lie. âIt wasâit wasâfuck, I never came.â
He hums, satisfied. âThereâsee? Telling the truth isn't so hard. You can do it again.â
He sounds so condescending. You would ordinarily hate it, but for some reason, it's going straight to your pussy right now, making you drip so much you know you've ruined his pants. Youâre getting close, too, just by rubbing yourself on his leg. It doesn't feel quite as good as when his fingers were in you, but itâs something. And itâs making it hard to focus on what he's saying.
âItâs fine if you can't be honest about your feelings,â Suo continues. âLet's assume you're telling the truth, and all you want to do is fuck me. Why haven't you?â
You try to answer him, but you can't. You're too focused on the roll of your hips against his leg. There's too much tension, too much heat. You melt against him again, breathing heavily into his shoulder as you tighten around nothing. His hands come to your waist, as if grounding you, and somehow this makes everything feel even better. You start panting, babbling, I'm close, I'm getting close, Suo, Suoâ
His grip tightens, and he stops you in place. You cry in frustrationâno tears, but the noise you make is broken.
âAnswer my question,â he says. You feel a hand glide along your bare skin, stopping at your inner thigh. âAnswer me and I'll touch you.â
âOkay,â you say, as desperate as you are distressed. âOkay, I'll do anything. Anything.â
âGood.â He sounds so pleased.
You put your arms around his neck, for no reason other than you want to. Lifting your hips, you part your legs for him, and you feel so relieved at just the touch of his hand that you sighâeven though all he's doing is running a finger along your slick folds.
You shudder as his fingers play with your sex. Lean your head on his shoulder as he starts to move. Youâre so desperate that you start grinding against his hand, whining for him.
âWell, then,â he murmurs. âTell me why you didn't come to me. This is all you wanted, isn't it?â He rolls your clit between two fingers, making you squirm. âJust to get off, right? I could have done that. You'd have enjoyed it more.â
âItââyour eyelids flutter shutââit would have been too complicated. Y-youâre my boss, and I pay rent to y-you, and weâve been friends for so long, I didn't want to make it weirdââ
Suo delivers a sharp slap to your pussy.
The contact is so sudden that you yelp. It only stings a little, but it makes your clit ache. The noise it makes is so wet, so filthy, telling of your desperation. And to your shameâeven though you have never once in your life enjoyed being handled roughly by your customersâyour cunt starts leaking in response.
You whimper, about to burst from frustration. You need to be touched so bad. You need to be touched by him so bad, and you need to cum on his cock or else you'll lose your fucking mind.
âSuo,â you complain, or beg, and you don't even realise that you're tearing up until he swipes his thumb under your eye.
âTry again,â he says gently, but not kindly. âThe truth this time, and then I'll make you cum. Why didn't you come to me first? These past few months, or any other time?â
You don't answer him. âSuo, pleaseââ And he moves back so that you're no longer leaning against him. Your lip trembles at the loss of the warmth, which somehow feels worse than the loss of your orgasm. An actual tear rolls down your cheek, and he doesn't wipe this one away.
âAnswer me,â he says firmly. Instead of replying, you try to reach for himâwanting to be pressed against his body again, wanting him to draw pleasure out of yours againâbut he stills you with his hands.
You feel devastated.
Out of horny, emotional desperation, and an all-consuming need to be fucked, you admit, âI was just scared!â
This is the worst mistake you've ever made.
The minute the words dislodge from your throat, you feel yourself choke up. You don't know why. All you know is that you suddenly can't hold back your tears from your sexual frustration, which for some reason is starting to feel distinctly like a non-sexual kind of angst, which is also strangely painful for your chest.
Because now that you've said it out loud, you can't ignore it.
You want to hide. You want to crawl out of his lap and run out of the establishment. Surely, the mamasan will forgive you for leaving a shift with such a frightening and horrible man, who is currently trying to extort your feelings out of you. But Suoâs grip is solid and unforgiving on you, and all you can do is squirm.
âScared of what?â Suo asks. His voice has gone soft. Actually softânot in a way that suggests danger, but a way that suggests you're loved. It makes you tremble.
His arms circle you, and one rubs at your back. It makes you relax very slightly. Or at the very least, it makes you stop wanting to bolt.
âWhat were you scared of?â he prompts again.
A feeling of defeat washes over you. Suo will figure you out sooner or later. He always does. So you tell him, very quietly, âI was scared thatâthat you'd leave me.â
You realise that you just stuttered. You stuttered because you're crying. You're actually, genuinely crying. Not from sexual frustration, but because you're just frustrated in general. And miserable. You've been chronically miserable for most of your life, and that misery has had nowhere to go until now.
You press your face into Suoâs shoulder, and he lets you. You breathe deeply in an attempt to stop crying, his cologne washing over you. It's nice, but what feels most comforting is just the scent of him. You're used to it from the days before he'd ever thought about using a fragrance, let alone a fragrance that would bankrupt the average person. It's calming, even when overlayed with ambergris and vanilla. Familiar.
Your breathing evens out a littleâbut only a little.
âWhy would I leave you?â His voice is so kind, patient. More tears bead on your lashes.
âBecause you might not want me anymore.â You sound so fragile. Shit, you are fragile. You can't stop the splintering feeling in you, the same one that ate at you two months ago when you thought he was going to leave you. âYou could get tired of me or resent me or get bored with me. You couldâyou could want to throw me away, for no reason. Orââ You breathe in sharply, clinging to him harder.
âOr?â
âOr you could dieâyou joined the yakuza, so you could die. Why did you do that?â An actual sob leaves you. His shirt is getting wet. You ruined so many of his silk changshan like this in the past, when your boyfriend cheated on you and when your parents kicked you out and when you slept with your fifth customer.
And when your master died.
âI'm still so fucking mad at you for it,â you bite out around your tears. âIf you got fucking killedâoh my god, I can't even think about it. I can'tâI couldn't take it ifâif I kissed you, and we had sex, and then I didn't have you anymore.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre the only thing I have.â You squeeze your eyes shut, a terrible realisation hitting you. âAndâŚâ
âAnd?â
âAnd,â you say, voice breaking, âI think because I love you?â
You know it as soon as you voice it. You do love him. Not just platonically, but in the way where you want to hold his hand and kiss him and marry him. In the way a miserable nineteen year old girl is so in love with her miserable best friend that she refuses to leave him despite how terrifying heâs becoming. You loved him in this way before you realised you wanted to have sex with him, and even after that, you loved him so much that it didn't matter that he wasn't having sex with you.
You love him so much it disgusts you.
You want to hide, but Suo forces you to look at him. He brushes away your tears, cups your face. The Pavlovian response takes over: your heart rate slows, and you calm down.
âThere,â he says gently. âThat wasn't so bad, was it?â
Heâs wrong. You bet he knows he's wrong. That was objectively one of the worst experiences of your life. You feel wrung out, tenderised. You never thought you'd say any of that. You're not sure you knew most of that.
But in Suoâs arms, plied open with his words and his hands, you actually find yourself shaking your head. You lean into the touch of his palm.
âI love you,â he continues, his tone so authoritative and calm that it leaves no room for doubt, âprobably to the point that it should scare you. Do you understand that?â
âYes,â you say quietly.
âAnd we won't be separated. I won't allow anything to take you away from me. Do you understand that too?â
You make a noise, halfway between a relieved sigh and another sob. This declaration should not be a surprise from a man whoâs effectively locked you up in his house. Stillâyour heart feels so light when you hear someone say, for the first time in your life, that theyâll stay with you no matter what. It's like Suo has just unearthed a weight that you didn't know you'd been carrying.
âIâll try,â you reply, voice small.
âGood.â He strokes your cheek. âDo you want to keep going?â
Itâs absurd. You just cried and confessed something terrifying. With anyone else, this would be an experience so horrifying that you'd leave right now and never come back. Your sexual desire should not just be gone, but permanently erased. At the very least, you shouldn't feel the slightest bit horny.
But somehow, being gutted by Suo hasn't left you feeling bad. It's left you feeling lighter. Kind of like you've been purged. You feel exhausted, but in a malleable way. Dazed and relieved to be in his lap. Your thighs are still embarrassingly sticky, heart still embarrassingly wobbly, and you just heard him say that he loves you.
Now you want to hear him say it while he's cumming inside you.
âYeah,â you admit immediately, pathetically. You sniffle.
âYou're sure?â Another stroke. âI want to hear you say it clearly. What do you want to do?â
Your dignity is gone. âI want you to fuck me.â
He smiles. A fond hum leaves him. âGood girl,â he murmurs, and you feel a flutter in your belly. âI'll take care of you now.â
He kisses you this time, before he touches you. On the neck, on your jaw. You bare your nape to him, shivering at the feeling of his lips on your jugular, at his nipping teeth on your skin. You realise he's leaving marks, and with each one, you shudder. It feels so intimate. You're on a rooftop bar, in a skanky hostessing dress, crying and strung outâbut this is the closest thing you've ever gotten to one of your fantasies about him. Not the nasty ones that you think about when you're home by yourself, but the ones you think of when you're in bed with various salarymen. The ones where you get to lie with him in bed and press your lips to his.
âSuo,â you start.
âHayato,â he corrects you. âYou're my fiancĂŠe now, remember? We should be on a first name basis.â
Your stomach flips. âHayato,â you try again, breathless. âPlease.â
He takes a moment to reply, busy sucking another mark into your skin. âPlease, what?â
You hesitate. Suo pulls back, looking at you. You whine, feeling shy all of a sudden. You flirt for a living and yet you feel embarrassed about your request. It's humiliating.
âPlease, what?â he repeats. His mouth is curled in a smile, and you can't tell whether it's endeared or entertained. âPlease let you cum? Please fuck you?â
âPlease kiss me,â you say, in a small voice.
Suo pauses.
âWhat?â
âPlease kiss me,â you beg. Close to tears again, for some reason you don't know. You think it surprises him as much as it does you.
It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, he gives you a look thatâs fucking ravenous.
His thumbs away the wetness from your eyes. âYou're so cute sometimes. Did you know that?â
You flush. Plenty of customers have called you cute, but none have had you feeling so indignant nor shy.
âIâm not,â you reply, âand stop that.â
âBut it's true. And I want you to know it.â
Suo presses his mouth to yours before you can respond. You're so eager for him that you part your lips immediately. Your instinct is to make your first kiss with him messy and desperate, but heâs in full control, and heâs taking his time. His tongue is careful and precise. Full of intention. His lips are slow, languid, and lazy, like he's savouring the taste of you. A hand plays with the strap of your dress. You feel him slide it off your shoulderâthe other one quickly followsâbut youâre so absorbed in his kiss, you hardly pay attention.
You're vaguely aware of the breeze against your bare chest. One of his hands moving up, feeling out your curves. He hums into your mouth when his fingers ghost over your nipples, and they harden under his touch.
âSuo,â you whine as he teases them, and he pinches one of them, watching as you squirm.
âHayato,â he corrects you promptly, and you give him a worn, teary look.
âHayato.â
âYes?â
âI need more,â you say quietly.
He smiles, clearly enjoying your desperation. âBe patient,â he teases you. âIâm getting there.â
He kisses a line along your jaw, down your neck. Traces your collarbone with the path of his mouth, works his way down to your breasts. At the same time you feel the heat of his tongue on your nipple, his hand reaches between your legs. You're so wet already that he doesn't need to work you open againâjust sinks his fingers inside you until you're sighing for him.
You discover that when he's not antagonising you, Suo is frighteningly efficient with pleasuring you. He learns quickly how you like your tits played with, and how to fuck you so well with his fingers until you're gushing around them and keening. He said he'd take care of you, but you think he's mostly forcing all this pleasure from your body for his own enjoyment. There's no other explanation for how he keeps bringing you to the edge and pulling you back, swallowing each of your whines and complaints with his mouth. The only time he isn't kissing you is when you're beggingâand you don't miss the way his breathing deepens every time you do.
But no matter how much you beg, he isnât letting you cum.
âLook at the mess you're making,â he murmurs as he plays with your cunt. You're sitting between his legs again, your back against his chest. You can feel the length of his cock against your ass, and you hear how his breath hitches every time you squirm against it. Except for that one tell, he sounds completely unaffected by what he's doingâforced you to open your legs wide for him, spread your glistening folds to tease you. The leather beneath your ass is wet, ruined by your need.
âHayato,â you whine.
âJust a little longer,â he promises, âand then I'll let you cum.â
Your mind is so fogged with pleasure at this point that you can't focus on anything other than Suoâs touch. Youâve actually forgotten where you areânot a truly private space, but part of a club. The girls would normally only come up if you put in an order, but you haven't for a while now.
Long enough for someone to check on you without warning.
You tense as soon as you hear the door open. You recognize the serverâshe knows you well, by face, stage name, and real name. Your eyes go wide as she calls for you. You try to sit up, close your legs, but Suo grabs one of your thighs and forces it open.
âSuo, waitââ
You whimper, incapable of words when his fingers push into you again. He starts fucking you with them, and in earnest this timeâcurling his fingers until they're pushing into your g-spot, doing it over and over and over. Your eyes roll back and you stop struggling, and Suo takes the opportunity to touch you with his other hand too, playing with your clit. A strangled moan leaves you as the heat in your gut ratchets up. Pleasure swells in your belly; you feel like you're going to burst.
âSuo,â you cry, tears pricking your eyes, âwait, wait, my coworkerâwait, I thinkâI think I'm gonnaââ
âGo ahead,â he says into your ear, voice silky, and he pushes against your sweet spot in a way that gives you no choice but to obey him.
You cum so hard that you squirt all over the seat. Your whole body is wracked with intense pleasureâhips bucking violently, legs twitching, crying so loudly and shamelessly that your coworker naturally hears. She catches you spread wide open in Suoâs lap, his fingers deep in your messy, swollen cunt as you drench them.
Her tray clatters to the floor.
Fighting the mindless haze that your body is in, you glance at the other girl, whose hand is over her mouth. She looks appalled. Sheâs going to yell at you. But then you then watch, in real time, as her eyes travel to your customerâs face and she realises who he is. If she was red when she saw the two of you, she's now a pale white.
âDid you come to check on us?â Suo asks. He sounds amused. She flinches at his voice, and actually takes a step backward. âWeâre fine for now. Weâll order something in a bit, and call you up here as usual.â
âO-okay,â she says, voice high and tense. âIâIâll leave you two, then. Pleaseâplease enjoy yourself, sir. We'll be available in case you require any other services.â And she walks away briskly, almost in a run. She doesn't even bother to stop the expressly forbidden act that you're engaged in.
Once sheâs gone, Suo allows you some dignity. He pulls his fingers out of you, lets you catch your breath.
âOops,â he says. âItâs too bad they caught us. I suppose they won't want to keep you on as an employee, since you broke such an important rule.â
You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your emotional and sexual pliability quickly dissipates, replaced by disbelief.
âYouâyou did that on purpose,â you say between pants, too fucked out to be truly angry, but still appalled.
Suo raises a brow, gives you an innocent look. âDid I? I was just making you cum, like you've been begging all night. It was just unfortunate timing.â He then smiles, which makes him look incredibly kind despite the apparent sadism of his person. âBut it's fine. They're going to fire you for this, but you know my club will always take you back.â
You close your eyes and groan. âYouâre horrible.â
âI am, aren't I?â Suo puts his arms around you, kisses you on the shoulder, his voice getting low. âBut this is a better arrangement, don't you think? You won't need to see customers this way. Every time you need relief, you can come upstairs and I'll give you my cock instead.â He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is, and you whimper. He laughs, probably entertained at how desperate you sound. âOr maybe I'll just make you take it whenever I feel like it. I think at the end of every shift makes sense, doesn't it? Since that's how often you've been touching yourself on the couch.â
âS-suo.â
âItâs Hayato now, remember. What is it, dear?â
He sounds so smug, mocking you. You should be furious. But in your fucked out state, all you can focus on is the idea of being forced to take Suo's cock every night. Despite already being ruined, your pussy starts throbbing again. You squirm and press your thighs together, trying to get it to stopâyouâre so fucking tiredâand you bleakly realise that you can't control your bodyâs reactions around him. You're getting wet again. It makes you want to cry.
âHayato,â you whimper, on the verge of tears.
âAh, you addressed me properly. Good.â Heâs so satisfied. âWhat is it?â
âIâŚâ
âYou?â
âIââyour voice is so small and embarrassed, you can hardly believe itââI want you to fuck me.â
He feigns shock, as if he wasn't actively provoking this. âReally? But you just came.â A hand prods between your legs. You obediently spread them for him, and he checks your pussy with two of his fingers. You moan a little at the intrusion, but there's no resistance at all.
Your cunt, still dripping, tightens around him, and he laughs softly.
âYou really do need a cock in you. Who knew you had such a needy pussy.â He curls his fingers. Probably feeling the way it makes you gush, delighting in the gasp it draws out of you. âNo wonder you have to use that toy every day.â
You're about to die of embarrassment. âHayato. Please just fuck me.â
Suo turns you so that you can look at him. Heâs wearing a kind, benevolent face when he says, âNo.â
â...what?â
âI'm not going to give you my cock.â He hums, contemplative. âNot for a while, I think.â
âB-but,â you say, genuinely upset, âbut you were just talking about doing that at work.â
âSureâafter we get married. It's only proper, donât you think?â
âWhat?â Your eyes are wide in disbelief. âYouâyou just made me cum with your fingers. In a public space.â
âYes. But that's different from letting you have my cock. It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to do that before weâre wedded.â He can't keep the amusement out of his voice as he bullies you. âI'm sure you can wait until the summer, right? Since that's the season you chose for us. August, I think you told Nirei.â
âHayatoââ
âActually,â he muses, easily sliding a third finger into you, making your voice clip off in a whimper, âI think you shouldnât be allowed to have anything in you until then. Except for my fingers and tongue, of course. But no toys, and no other men either. That definitely wouldn't be proper.â
âI'm going to,â you say spitefullyâand tearfully. âIf you don't fuck me right now, I will sleep with other people.â
âI don't think you want to find out the consequences if you do.â
âHow would you evenânghâknow?â
âGood question.â He starts pumping his fingers, and to your horror, your cunt needily swallows them with each motion, your body as desperate as he's been saying. âI guess I'll need to check your pussy every night. See if it's been stretched out by someone elseâs cock. Maybe upstairs in the lounge at the end of each night, so I'll know that you haven't fucked a customer during a shift. Clearly, it's not impossible that you would.â
You try not to sob. Not only are his words utterly humiliating, they're making you wetter. After fucking so many people in so many ways, you didn't know it was possible for you to feel this much shame during sexâbut then again, shaming people is one of Suoâs specialties.
You give him the teariest look possible, because by now you've figured out that he likes seeing you cry. Sadistic motherfucker. You're happy to use it to your advantage though.
He gets that hungry look in his eye again. âPlease, Hayato,â you beg, voice trembling with need, âI want more. I thought I was your beautiful wife already.â You grind your ass against his cock, and he inhales sharply. âDon't you wanna cum in your wifeâs pussy?â
Suo stops, deeply affectedâjust as you guessed he'd be. After making you his fake wife in both his criminal life and his civilian one, it's painfully obvious that the man is obsessed with marrying you. You'd make fun of him if you weren't so horny. Or humbled.
He only allows himself speechlessness for a second. He hums soon after, delicately wiping the tears out of your eyes. âYou've been good enough that I guess I can reward you. I won't fuck you, butââhe shifts away, and you can hear his pants unzippingââIâm sure you'll enjoy yourself anyway.â
Suo wasn't lying earlier. His cock is bigger than any toy you've ever used. It's pretty, too. Curved and long and flushed at the head. Glistening with prespend, which has pearled up at the tip. You think you might be salivating. For a minute, you contemplate asking if you can feel it in your throat, but then Suoâs lying down and moving you on top of him. When his cock nudges at your folds, you canât help your excitement. You squirm, trying to sink onto his length.
His grip tightens on your waist, stopping you.
Youâre about to whine at him about this, but he doesn't give you the chance. âIf you try to ride me,â he says, in a voice so cold that you know he's not joking, âI'm not touching you until weâre married, and I'm not letting you touch yourself either.â
â...â
With anyone else you'd call bullshit, but you know that Suo is both crazy and petty enough to actually achieve this.
âOkay.â You sound and feel mollified. âI'll behave.â
He smiles. âGood,â he says cheerfully. âJust stay like that, then. Iâll take care of you.â
You listen to him, mostly because you're incredibly excited about getting pussy inspections and you'll be devastated if it doesn't happen. And you don't expect it to be a big deal, anyway. While your sex drive has been a constant source of grief for you throughout your life, you don't really have problems controlling any specific impulses in bed when you truly need to. Youâre used to giving your customers whatever they want and, if you're lucky, getting off from it. You figure this will be the same.
You find out very quickly that it isn't.
You need to stay still. You canât sink down on him. Two easy orders that are extraordinarily difficult when Suo is the one beneath you. You have to actively stop your hips from moving when you feel the silky head of his cock press into your folds, which are still dripping with your slick. Suoâs breath hitches when he runs the tip along your opening, drawing wet noises every time his cock head catches on your needy hole, smearing his precum all over it. All you want is to push back on him and let your pussy swallow his cock. Youâre aching for it, and you know he is too. If you sank down on him now, he'd lose control and fuck you raw until he was cumming inside you. And then he'd probably keep going after that, not letting you move until you were stuffed full and dripping with his spend. Both of you know it.
But you don't do that. You're good for him. You sigh, just trying to enjoy the feeling of his length rubbing against you. How he's twitching and throbbing against you, how he wants as equally much to be inside youâbut pulls back every time. Your mind goes a little fuzzy with the drawn out, low hum of pleasure, and you close your eyes.
Then he starts pushing into you.
âH-Hayato?â You whimper at the intrusion, at being made to take something so thick without warning. âI thought you weren't gonnaââ
âI'm not,â he says. His breathing is heavier, his words strained, but his voice is still commanding when he says, âDonât move.â
Suo doesn't give you the whole thing, just the tip. It is much harder to control yourself like thisâwhen you can feel yourself getting stretched by the head of his cock, already so fat and heavy, but you don't get filled up by it. It makes you aware of how empty you are, and how wet you're getting. You bury your face into his neck and make a noise that's both tearful and pathetic.
It's not acting when you whine, in a watery, miserable way, âPlease, Hayato. I need your cum in me.â
It's probably the crying that gets him. He inhales sharply, thrusting maybe a little deeper than intended. You groan at the extra inch of cock, eyes rolling back, and can't help the way your pussy tightens and drips, trying to suck him in.
âFuck,â he says, and then he pulls out.
He lays you flat on your back. Before you can get so much as a word out, he's between your legs and pressing his cock against your entrance. For possibly the happiest moment of your life, you think Suo is going to fuck youâbut instead he starts pushing the slick head of his cock right against your neglected clit.
You aren't going to complain.
You whimper as he starts rubbing against your sex, leaving his prespend all over your swollen bud. It makes you squirm, grinding yourself against it, and you press your legs together to get some more pressure for the both of you. Soon his cock is sliding between your thighs, getting them all sticky with his prespend. You can feel the length of him hot and slick against your folds, heavy and throbbing.
You've never cum like this before. It was never enough stimulation when your customers made you do this, which nearly all of them have. But the pressure on your clit and on your folds is shockingly intense as the two of you move, enough to make you whimper as a familiar tension builds. It's not as overwhelming as when his fingers were inside you, but it's enough for you to start panting at the tension in your belly. You can hear Suoâs breath picking up as you start to whine, and he watches you, almost predatorial, as another orgasm crashes over you. You moan his name as you cum, squeezing a few more tears out of your eyes.
He stares at your flustered, wet face as he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance again, fisting himself as it flutters and drips in the aftershock of your orgasm. Suoâs been hard for so long, for the whole time he's teased and bullied youâyou aren't surprised at how close he already is. Especially not when you start talking about how much you need his cum in you, how empty your pussy feels without it, how badly you want your husband to fill you up. All with your mascara smeared and your lip trembling, a sight that makes him throb.
Suo groans as he finally cums. You can feel his cock twitching, warmth spurting out onto your folds, and then into your pussy as he thrusts shallowly into you. You pull him down needily as he fills you, and he indulges you with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
When he pulls out, you can feel his cum drip out of you, all the way down to the couch. You make a happy noise at the mess he's made of your hole, giving him a lovestruck, dreamy expression.
âYou should do that every night after you're done checking my pussy,â you sigh.
Suoâs mouth curls, and breathes out a kind of laugh. He holds your face, and one of his tassels brush against the shell of your ear as he presses his forehead to yours. âIâll do it if you're good for me.â
âIâll be on my best behaviour until our wedding night,â you promise, voice affectionate.
Suo gives you a fond look. His expression is so sentimental. You think heâs going to say something sweet.
âAlright,â he replies. âThen be good for me and keep the rest of that inside you, okay? Letâs not make a mess of these floors. I don't want to get blacklisted from this club.â
You open and close your mouth, completely speechless.
âYou're fucking horrible,â you say with all your heart, and he laughs and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you. He doesn't stop until you're placated and horny again.
Suo takes his sweet time pushing his cum into you as deeply as possible, saying that it's to make sure you don't lose any of it, but really so he can draw another orgasm out of you. Knowing that the mamasan might take pity on you and think that you were coerced into degrading sexual acts by a terrifying yakuza client, he makes sure to order a drink beforehand, calling up a server. (I don't want to be a bad patron, he hums as he looks at the tablet, and I said I'd get you to the number 1 ranking, right?) It subsequently looks, sounds, and is completely consensual when you're found pulling at Suoâs hair, keening as he fingers his cum into you while sucking on your clit.
This leaves you with no hope of continued employment on all of Keisei Street.
To add insult to injury, you do make a mess of the floors, despite Suoâs conscientious efforts to avoid thisâthough it's not as bad as the one you left on the couch. You also can't find your thong anywhere, which you guess is something else that the mamasan wonât appreciate when she finds it. Still, for the rest of the night, everyone shows Suo nothing but the utmost respect and highest quality customer service. They even ask how he found your company and if he has any feedback for you. He praises your conversational skills, karaoke abilities, and how capable you were in catering to his many needs. He also lets them know that you'll be resigning.
Hanzo and Shuuhei are waiting to pick you up, bringing the Rolls Royce with the privacy suite. This time, Suo doesn't use it to interrogate you; he instead uses it to kiss you and tease you and discuss wedding plans. If it'll be indoors or outdoors. If you'll have a big reception or a small one. If it'll be a traditional wedding, or if youâll want a Chinese one like the one your master would have maybe liked to see. You settle on having a Shinto ceremony and a Chinese-style reception. Having been raised Chinese, whenever Suo imagined marrying during his teenage years, you were always in a red qipao. His master even once told him that if he managed to win your heart, he'd organise a tea ceremony and act in the role of Suoâs father.
After disclosing these facts (the first of which makes your heart weak, and the second of which leaves it aching), he asks about any long-standing things you've always wanted to do with him as a couple. If you had any silly or indulgent daydreams about your future with him, and what they were like.
âI don't know,â you admit. âI guess after you applied to teacherâs college, I liked the idea of marrying you, and doing all the domestic things you talked about. Though you were just joking at the time.â
You don't really expect him to remember much about this particular line of teasing. Sure, the man is currently obsessed with marrying you, and maybe he daydreamed about it a little bit when he was youngerâbut he mostly treated the idea as a funny joke when he was a teenager. All of the teasing has probably blurred together for him over the years. Certainly, it has for you.
But you've never been able to forget this particular memory. Itâs one of those small, inconsequential moments that you find yourself incapable of letting go to this day. You loved hearing him talk about getting married, even though it hurt immensely that it was probably just teasing. You loved it because you wanted it. You wanted Suo to teach people because you knew he was good at it and it would make him genuinely happy. You wanted to stop working in the red light district and make a nice and safe home for Suo, just as he'd made a nice and safe home for you. And you wanted to marry him and kiss him and have sex with him and only him for the rest of your life.
You wanted it so badly, it still makes you heart ache to think about it.
He was definitely just teasing you, though. Suo was a sane person at the time, and sane people do not actually plan a marriage and life with someone before dating them or even fucking them. Most importantly, a sane person wouldn't hold onto such a silly joke for so long. Oh, you expect him to say, laughing. You're right, I had nearly forgotten.
But all he does is give you a smile. It's one of his strange, enigmatic ones.
âNo, I was quite serious about it,â Suo says, looking right at you.
You stare at him.
âReally?â
âReally.â
He's being so straightforward, so earnest. Your typical reaction would be to feel flustered, sentimentalâbut something about his expression and tone bothers you. But before you can suss out what it is, he continues, and the moment passes.
âWas there anything else you ever wanted to do?â he asks smoothly.
You're startled, off-guard. âOh, um⌠not really. I never let myself think too much about it.â
âCome on,â he prods. âThere must be something.â
âNo, I really didn't think of any ideas on my own. AlthoughâŚâ
Your face gets hot as you trail off. Suo senses weakness, and goes in for the kill.
âAlthough?â
âIt's too embarrassing,â you admit, looking away, and Suo looks a little too interested as he pesters you for an answer.
âCome on, it's fine.â His mouth curls in a way that tells you it's not fine. âI promise I won't judge you. I just want to know what I can do to make you happy as your husband.â
You give him an uncertain look, and say your only concrete fantasy about him so quickly and quietly that he misses it.
âPardon?â he asks.
â...romantic, vanilla sex.â
Suo blinks. âWhat?â
Your face burns with humiliation.
âI used to think about having romantic, vanilla sex with you. When I was a teenager. A lot.â Said as if you weren't just thinking about it two months ago in a love hotel, and still don't want it now. You wouldn't even bring it up if you didn't think it was necessary. But unfortunately, you're professionally skilled at perceiving peopleâs sexual interests, and you've perceived that Suo is sexually a freak. He was definitely going easy on you tonight, and is probably actively planning to get worse. You'll never have normal sex with him unless you explicitly state a desire for it.
Suo gives you a surprised look. âThat's⌠a very mundane fantasy.â
âIt wouldn't have been mundane to me,â you reply, somewhat defensively. âI used to think about it when I slept with my customers, who weren't very romantic. Or vanilla. So I didnât really have a good reference point or anything for that kind of sex, but sometimes I still thought about doing it with you after they had left.â
You look away after saying this, wondering why you disclosed all of that. It certainly wasn't necessary for your dream of someday taking Suoâs cock without being psychosexually tortured first. Now you feel like you need to hide. You even think about excuses for stopping the car, and ponder again how difficult it would be to live without proof of identity, if you chose to run away.
But Suo doesn't let you run. He pulls you close to him, wrapping you up in his warmth.
âIt's okay,â he says gently, in a voice that reminds you of how he was in his old Furin days. âYou'll be okay. I'll make sure of it.â It confuses you deeply, and you turn to ask him what the fuck he's going on about.
You don't even realise you're crying until he starts kissing away your tears.
You canât understand why youâre weeping. Maybe something strange and hormonal happened while you were having sex, like Suo made you orgasm too hard and all the oxytocin is making you depressed now. Though you think that hormone is supposed to make you happy. You're not sure. You never finished school, so you wouldn't know.
Whatever the reason, you hastily wipe away your tears. A hand rubs at your back, and you let yourself press your face into his shoulder.
âSorry,â you say quickly.
âDon't apologise. You don't have anything to be sorry for.â
You hesitate as you breathe against the silk threads of his shirt, thinking about how many of his shirts you've ruined with your tears. At least three changshan and one Versace summer piece, by your count. Itâs not like he hurts over the money these days, but guilt tugs at your heart.
âI don't know about that,â you mumble into his shoulder. And it takes a while to work yourself up to saying it, but eventually you whisper, with full honesty, âI'm sorry for always worrying you.â
âI know,â Suo says. He sounds sincere when he says, âIâm sorry too.â
âIâll try to be better from now on.â
âYou will be. And even if you arenât, that's fine.â
For some reason, that makes your heart squeeze.
You melt against Suo after that, listening to the steady roll of tires and passing traffic outside. There's a gentle pitter patter of rain against the car roof, tinny and rhythmic, that gradually crescendos into a proper storm. The windshield wipers squeak against the glass. All of the noise is lulling you into a kind of peace, or maybe you're just feeling that way because Suo is holding you.
Fatigue wears your consciousness, and you close your eyes. The hustle and bustle of the red light district grows distant, faintâpartly from slipping in and out of your dreams, and partly from the quieting world outside. It's now completely silent other than the heavy rainfall. You think they must be taking the road through Makochi. Suo asks for it whenever he wants you to sleep well.
He probably thinks you're asleep when he says, âIâm sorry for being how I am now.â
You almost stop breathing. Almost.
âYou didn't fall in love with me when I was like this, so you must not like it very much,â he continues. âI know that Master wouldn't like me much either, if he were alive. He always said that you should support your loved ones until they can stand on their own two feet. But lately, I feel like all I've been doing is breaking yours.â
He sighs. The sky groans with distant thunder.
âSakura knows who I really am, you know,â he says quietly. âI think he's worried about what'll happen to you if we get married. Though heâs been worried about you for a while.â Suo almost sounds endeared when he adds, âDid you know he only texts me now to ask if you're okay? He really does love you.â
Heâs more sombre when he continues, âBut Nirei is just afraid of me. Thatâs why heâs never around. Heâs going to call you in a week and tell you not to go through with the wedding. Heâll probably tell you to leave me too. Itâs good advice.â
It's hard to keep your breathing slow, with how badly your heart hurts.
âIâve tried to go back to how I was, to the kind of person that Master was trying to raise,â Suo confesses. âBut I don't think I can get better.â
But even if you can't, you want to tell him, thatâs fine. You wish you could hold him how he's always held you.
âIt doesn't usually upset me nowadays,â he admits after some time, âhow I am now. But to be honest, talking about our school days did make me feel bitter, because I can't give you the things I know you wanted.â
He kisses the top of your head. Gently, so as not to wake you from your dream.
âI'm sorry I never became a teacher. I'm sorry I joined the yakuza. I'm sorry I can't give you a normal life. And I'm sorry I canât have an honest conversation with you.â
Silence. You feel his chest stop briefly, his breathing deepen.
âMaybe someday, I'll get better enough to say these things to you while you're awake. Maybe someday, I'll even get better enough to let you leave. It would be best for you.â
His voice gets even softer. Tender.
âBut for now, I don't know how to let you go.â
You feel a hand shifting away, the soft noise of leather against skin. Then both arms around you again, even warmer, even tighter. Heâs leaning his head against yours. You think Suo is falling asleep.
Allowing yourself a single, quick glance at the car, you peer at your reflections in the rearview mirror. You see sheets of rain sliding against the back window, his dark lashes pressed to his skin, and all the scar tissue he likes to keep hidden away.
And you can see, very clearly, tears beneath his missing eye.
END 'TOKYO VICE'
hi everyone thanks for reading this chapter!!!! i hope it didn't disappoint after all the shitposting i did about it this week lol
can i just say. this was straight up the weirdest sex scene I've ever written HASLKFJSDF and the mood whiplash throughout this was probably the craziest i've ever written within a single piece. unfortunately, this reader copes with her trauma via humour and sex and it really shows rip. i hope it wasn't too offputting!
thank you to everyone who left a comment on part 1!! please do let me know if you enjoyed part 2 as well. <333
tagging @kweenkatsuki-fics and @stuckindreamland06!
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i'm a ho ho ho..... cheol/chan/reader.... bonus if chan is in a "learning" role and cheol is in charge of the whole thing :) :) :) my brain is a basic bitch i can't do anything with her
â Pairing: Chan x Reader x Seungcheol
â Summary: You always enjoy the office holiday party each year, especially when you get to do secret santa. This year, you enlist Seungcheolâs help to give Chan the perfect gift.Â
â Word Count: 5,632
â Genre: PWP, Polyamorous, Established Relationship (Cheol x reader)
â Type: Â Smut
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Just pure filth honestly. Fucking in an office when they totally should not be, mention of power dynamics in the sense that Seungcheol is both Chan and readerâs boss but they kind of skip around that even though Cheol explicitly makes sure to let Chan know itâs okay to reject, semi-public sex if you count the fact theyâre in an office, implied but not explicit dom/sub dynamics with Seungcheol as the dominant and reader/Chan as the more submissives, oral (f. receiving) and vaginal fingering, pussy drunk Chan, spitting, multiple orgasms, a little bit of overstimulation, some hair pulling, biting, a lot of heavy kissing and making out, it is a light threesome - this is mostly reader and Chan with Seuncheol very involved in instruction/kissing/touching them. Nickname use: baby for reader, Channie for Chan and one (1) Cheolie for Seungcheol
â A/N: Mojo Jojo Siwa I love you so much. Happy belated birthday but also happy it-took-me-three-weeks-to-fill-your-request. I BELIEVE IN BOYS KISSING BOYS DURING THREESOMES SO IF YOU DONâT LIKE THAT SHIT GO AWAY. ALL SIDES OF THE TRIANGLE TOUCH IN MY WORLD BECAUSE BISEXUAL SUPREMACY. Anyway - here is this absolute filth and dream that Jo convinced me to write - I cannot be held accountable for how many times hands and mouth and spit are mentioned thank you đŤĄ
â A/N 2: THIS IS UNEDITED BECAUSE IâM THE GRINCH AND I DONâT WANNA BETA READ MY OWN STUFF. SPELL CHECK WILL HAVE TO DO FOR RIGHT NOW.Â
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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Nervousness creeps up as you watch Chan open up his gift, eyes zeroed in on the way his deft fingers peel back the wrapping paper carefully. Chan is always so careful, his touch delicate and precise, sliding his fingers under the seam of the paper to pry it open without ripping anything.Â
Holiday music plays loudly over the speakers on someoneâs desk. Everyone talks and sips on drinks, gathered around the conference room table as Chan finishes opening his git, shedding the wrapping paper. Heâs already grinning, lower lip tucked between his teeth as he shakes his head, red creeping up the side of his neck.Â
You try not to react, pleased to see that he likes the stack of limited edition books youâve gifted him. He runs his fingers over the decorated edges, just as careful not to damage them as he was with the wrapping paper. You squirm in your seat, sipping more champagne to quell the dryness in your throat and give you more liquid courage.Â
Someone places a hand on your shoulder and you spare a glance upward, though by the scent of the heady cologne you already know itâs Seungcheol. Heâs watching Chan with a smirk, his dark hair pushed out of his face and his glasses sliding a little down his nose as he watches Chan look around the table, flushed and pleased.Â
âThis is way over the purchase limit,â he laughs, scratching the back of his neck and shaking his head. Mingyu lets out an impressed noise, leaning over to see the books and ask what they are. âTheyâre a limited edition and signed copy of my favorite fantasy series.âÂ
âDamn, someone likes you,â Mingyu mutters, sipping his beer. âTime to guess.âÂ
Chanâs eyes flicker to you. You hold your breath, your pulse thumping in your throat as you try not to avert your eyes. Chanâs eyes drift upward to Seungcheol, who you can feel is equally amused. Thereâs indecision on Chanâs face, his fingers drumming atop the stack of books.Â
âCome on,â Mingyu urges. âGuess.â
Chanâs eyes return to you. Back to Seungcheol. Then to you again. You grin, watching as he tries to work out which one of you bought them. Youâre the only person in the office who would know how much he valued that specific book series, but Seungcheol is the only one in the office who makes overspending and spoiling his employees a habit.Â
Especially Chan.Â
âFuck, itâs hard,â he admits, gaze settling on Seungcheol, finally. âYou, boss?âÂ
Seungcheol chuckles, the motion of it shaking the back of your chair. You can feel his thumb brushing back and forth on your shoulder, soothing and warm. It feels nice, the champagne turning his touch molten.Â
âNope,â Seungcheol answers, popping the âpâ sharply at the end. âSorry, Channie.âÂ
Chanâs blush intensifies as he drops his gaze, shaking his head. He cradles the books close to him, possessive. He spares you a glance when he says, âWhoever bought these is far too nice of a santa. I donât deserve this.âÂ
He does deserve it. Chan is the youngest member of your company and by far the hardest working and the sweetest. Over the last two years, youâve watched him grow from the shy, nervous junior employee to a full time member of the staff who is⌠still shy, but a little more confident in his work with an incredible mindset.Â
Sure, your opinion of him is a little bit biased. Chan is your work husband, the person youâre closest to and who you can always go to when you need to vent about Mingyu fucking up your spreadsheets or for help when you have a last minute firedrill to solve.Â
Despite, of course, your actual boyfriend being a few yards away in his executive office.Â
Seungcheol doesnât mind that Chan is your work husband. In fact, he adores it, teasing you when you get shy after vehemently praising Chan during a meeting or nominating him to take more responsibility to prove himself. He likes that Chan has you to take care of him, to lead him through the corporate world when Seungcheol is too buried underneath meetings and paperwork to do so.Â
Someone else starts opening a gift, but your eyes are reserved for Chan. You lean into Seungcheolâs touch, eyes fluttering when his hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck. His grip is firm, kneading the muscles along the back of your neck until youâre melting. Your grip tightens on the flute of champagne a little, the plastic nearly cracking under your grip.Â
When secret santa has finished, you stand up to help gather the leftover wrapping paper. Coworkers filter out into the main office, turning up the music and dancing around the cubicles as another bottle is popped. You help shove wrapping paper into a trash bag with Joshua, feeling a little dizzy and warm from the bubbles.Â
A hand on your lower back makes you straighten. Seungcheol leans down, mouth brushing against your ear when he murmurs, âGo wait in my office. Iâll bring Chan in for his real gift.âÂ
Your stomach flips at that. You glance at Joshua to see if he notices, but there is nothing to notice. Everyone knows that you and Seungcheol are together - youâve been dating for five years. He limits his affection in the office, but it's not uncommon for him to press a quick kiss to your head or leave his hand lingering on you for too long.Â
Clearing your throat, you nod and let Seungcheol take over balling up the wrapping paper. Youâre not drunk but you feel the buzz of champagne and excitement as you hurry toward Seungcheolâs office at the far end, away from where everyone has gathered around Soonyoungâs cubicle to take shots.Â
Inside of Seungcheolâs office is dark. The blinds are shuttered so no one can see from the main bullpen inward. Lights glitter beyond the floor to ceiling windows, the city awash in color underneath the light sky, giving the illusion that the world is blanketed in Christmas lights.Â
A heavy desk sits in the far side of the room with towering bookshelves behind it. Seungcheolâs monitor is off and his leather chair is pushed into the desk. In front of the desk is a sitting area, equipped with a full leather sofa, glass coffee table, and two arm chairs.Â
You go for the sofa, hands shaking as you sit down, pressing the hem of your skirt down your thighs. Swallowing thickly, your eyes dart toward the door when you hear the volume of singing suddenly increase out in the main office. You grin, shaking your head when you realize itâs because Seungkwan has figured out how to use his portable karaoke machine gifted to him by Jeonghan.Â
Shadows pass by the window. You stiffen, leaning forward and placing your hands in your lap when Seungcheol opens the door, letting Chan enter first before he slips in after, flipping the lock. Chan immediately stops in his tracks, looking at you before his eyes dart back to Seungcheol.Â
Your heart races, watching carefully as Seungcheol starts to undo his tie, slipping a finger underneath the knot to pull it, walking toward you. The action hypnotizes you, your attention solely on him as he finishes undoing it, tossing it onto an armchair before his fingers work the topmost button of his shirt loose.
He sees the nervous look on your face and he wings, his grin lopsided as he rounds the couch to stand behind you.Â
âTake a seat,â Seungcheol tells Chan, his hand landing on your shoulder. You react instantly, leaning into the warmth of his hand, nuzzling his forearm a bit. Chan follows Seungcheolâs instructions, his steps slow and full of trepidation. âWe donât bite, Channie.âÂ
You huff and Seungcheol chuckles darkly in response, amending, âUsually.âÂ
Chan is the picture of anxiety, wringing his hands in his lap and looking up at Seungcheol through his glasses with wide eyes. His gaze darts to you only for a second before he licks his lips and looks back up at Seungcheol, shifting back and forth in the armchair as he watches the elder.Â
âRelax,â Seungcheol laughs. âYouâre not in trouble. I told you she had a second part to her gift.â
âThe first one is too much,â Chan drops his gaze to you. He picks at his cuticles, showing heâs as nervous as you feel. âYou shouldnât have. The rules were no more than fifty dollars.â
âIt was too good not to.â He softens. âI wanted you to have it.â
âYou deserve it,â Seungcheol agrees. His hand massages your shoulder, fingers brushing across your skin. You shiver under his touch, watching Chan as his eyes zero in on where Seungcheolâs hand is on your neck. He licks his lips, shifting. âThatâs not the only thing she wanted to give you, though.âÂ
Chan chews his bottom lip. You feel skittish, twisting your fingers in the hem of your dress. You and Seungcheol had broached this subject several times before, though this is the first time youâre committing to voicing your thoughts to Chan.Â
Suddenly faced with having to give him your proposition, youâre terrified. What if he says no? Worse, what if you upset him or make him uncomfortable? Itâs a huge risk, what youâre asking, especially with the position that Seungcheol is in as your boss.Â
The weight of how bad of an idea this is hits you fully. You open and close your mouth, unable to voice your offer to him, the question dying on your tongue.
Seungcheolâs fingers are still on your shoulder. He leans down, tilting forward to catch your gaze with his. His eyes are dark and calm, a cool lake undisturbed by anything, a constant you can always look to when youâre afraid to do something. You root yourself in his gaze, letting his proximity wash over you, comforting.Â
Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself this question isnât coming out of nowhere. Neither you nor Seungcheol would bring Chan here to the office in the dark, away from everyone else if you werenât borderline positive what his answer would be.Â
âI wanted to umâŚâ Your voice is hoarse, cracking with nervousness. You swallow, dropping your eyes into your lap, feeling both of their gazes. âJeonghan said you kind of had a crush on us.âÂ
You peek up at Chan to find him white in the face. His mouth parts in horror and you realize this isnât going the way you planned, your nervousness driving you to the wrong path.Â
Seungcheol sees it too, giving you a gentle squeeze and telling Chan, âWhat she means, but is very bad at saying because sheâs nervous, is that she wanted to give you a taste.âÂ
Silence hangs heavy in the air. Outside of Seungcheolâs office, you hear Mingyu singing All I Want for Christmas Is You. It feels apt, both you and Seungcheol staring at Chan as he looks back at both of you, mouth parted in surprise, chest rising and falling with how heavy heâs breathing now.
âI donât⌠understand,â he says finally, addressing Seungcheol.Â
âI think you do.â Chan starts to shake his head and Seungcheol tsks, sending a lick of heat down to your core. You know that voice better than anything, and the sound of it turns the air heady. âYou can say no. This is the worst place possible for us to be offering this to you and I understand the implications of it coming from⌠well me. Youâre under no obligation and we can go on pretending it didnât happen.âÂ
âJeonghan didnât mean to tell me.â you tell Chan. âBut when he did⌠I wasnât mad. I told Cheol and he was pleased to.â You look up at Seungcheol, who smiles at you affectionately. His hand drifts to the back of your head, cradling it carefully. âHe likes you too. And me - I like you.âÂ
âYou like me?âÂ
You nod eagerly as Seungcheol grips your head and faces you back toward Chan. âSo I was thinking⌠you could have an extra gift. If you wanted it. To see if you liked it.âÂ
âAnd what does⌠a taste involve?â Chan asks the question softly, his eyes flickering between you and Seungcheol. âHelp me understand better.âÂ
âHer,â Seungcheol answers. âWhatever you want.â He pauses and smirks, adding, âYouâre not ready for me. So just her⌠for now, if you want.â
Multiple emotions flit past Chanâs face. Confusion. Fear. Indecision. Anxiety. Desire.Â
You see the desire there, the way he settles his eyes on you, dark and swimming with want. He doesnât move, the silence filling the room as Seungcheol letâs Chan choose. You feel your own desire welling up inside of you, a shy and skittish thing that is perhaps too breakable to be offering this way.Â
Chan is your mirror. You can see yourself in him, the want that lurks beneath a shallow surface, a fragile thing that he wants to handle but is too afraid that itâll shatter. You lift a hand from your lap, reaching forward, palm up. Reaching for Chan, reaching for the thread that connected you since the first day he started.Â
Your hand wavers there for a second, an invitation, a moment of vulnerability. Just when you think heâs going to reject you, Chan surges forward slowly, extending his hand toward yours. A smile lights up your face, growing even wider when his fingers tentatively skate over yours, rough and unsure.Â
Tugging on him gently, you urge Chan from the armchair toward the couch. Heâs like a frightened animal, eyes darting toward Seungcheol like he might intervene when he sits next to you, close enough to smell his juniper cologne but farther than you want him to be.Â
Seungcheol lets go of your shoulder, walking around the opposite side of the couch. Chan looks at Seungcheol, alarm on his face. The elder chuckles roughly, sitting on your other side a little ways away and murmuring, âRelax, Channie. Iâm just sitting down.âÂ
To further ease his anxiety, you pull Chanâs hand into your lap, lacing your fingers and squeezing. He looks at your linked fingers, marveling at them. It takes him a moment, but he squeezes your hand in return.Â
âCan you look at me?â You ask, voice barely above a whisper.Â
He does. Chan finally looks at you, gaze raw and burning. Your toes curl when you see the amount of want there, the way his need is right on the surface, simmering. His eyes trace your features, scanning your face to the curve of your neck, dipping lower, lips parted as he drinks you in full.Â
âWhat⌠What now?â He asks, dragging his eyes back up to yours.Â
âTry kissing her.â Seungcheol leans back behind you, supervising. His voice is gentle and coaxing. âShe likes kissing.âÂ
Chan looks at you, asking for permission. You smile, nodding eagerly as you tug on his hand. He obeys, sliding closer to you, thigh pressed against yours. Even through the fabric of his pants, you can feel the heat of his leg wash through you, intoxicating.Â
He leans in slowly, his eyes darting toward your mouth as he does. You meet him halfway, breath shaking as you softly press your lips against his. His lips are soft and tentative, nose brushing yours gently. You sigh, leaning into the kiss, making it a little firmer.Â
Itâs innocent, but you feel the way his fingers tighten in yours, a gentle sound stuck in the back of his throat. You pull away slightly, lashes fluttering open to peer at him. You see your half-lidded eyes in the reflection of his glasses until he opens his eyes.
The urge to have him grows tenfold. Chanâs pupils are blown, the hungry look in his eye raw and real. It makes you surge forward, kissing him for real, letting the hunger for him channel through your mouth. He makes a sound low in the back of his throat, desperate and whiny as you school closer, leg looping over his to keep him in place.Â
Letting go of his hand, you bring it up to his face, threading your fingers through his hair. His mouth is warm and wet as he kisses you slowly, tasting of champagne and the frosting of the cupcake he had earlier - sweet, just like him.Â
Kissing Chan is unlike kissing Seungcheol. Chan is sweet and slow, running his tongue against the seam of your mouth tentatively while his hands go to your thighs, barely giving you a squeeze. Seungcheolâs kisses are demanding and all consuming, bruising your lips as he swallows you whole.Â
Parting, Chan kisses the corner of your mouth, hesitating and glancing over your shoulder where he can no doubt see Seungcheol. Seungcheol must reassure him, because Chan smirks and leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw.Â
Your head falls back, lips parted. His tongue is rough against your skin as he tastes you, a mix of tongue and teeth working toward your neck. Your fingers twist in his hair, blunt nails scraping at his scalp and making him groan quietly.Â
âShe likes when you bite her a little,â Seungcheol supplies from behind you. You feel the couch shift as he moves closer, his warmth radiating toward you as he settles directly behind you. His voice makes you shiver when he says, âRight under her ear - yeah like that.âÂ
Chanâs teeth nip at the soft flesh under your ear and you keen, melting at his touch. He grows more confident at the sound, his hands drifting to your waist, squeezing and holding you tight. You lean backward into the heat of Seungcheol, trapped between the two of them.Â
It makes you dizzy. Seungcheol is firm behind you, keeping you pressed toward Chan, who is kissing his way to your shoulder, eager for more of you. One of his hands runs up your side, sliding up your arm until it settles on the side of your neck, his fingers gently pulling you to give more access.Â
You keen and Seungcheol laughs behind you, muttering, âHear the little sounds she makes? She loves when you touch her neck.âÂ
âMmmm.â Chan presses kisses to the tops of your shoulders, looking up at you through his glasses. âWhat else does she like?âÂ
âIf you want to see her come apart, eat her out.â Chan moans, burying his face in your neck. You shiver, feeling his hot breath against your spit-slick skin. âYeah?â Seungcheol laughs. âDying to taste her, huh?âÂ
âFuck,â Chan whispers. He lifts his head from your neck, breathing ragged as he looks at you, cradling your face in his hands.Â
You look up at him through your lashes, dazed. He looks so good in the dim light of Seungcheolâs office, his hair a little disheveled, glasses a little eskew.Â
âDo you want that?â he asks, voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushes back and forth across your jaw, pausing to brush along the corner of your lip. You nod eagerly, unable to find the words and tell him that is exactly what you want. âFuck. Yeah. Okay.âÂ
Chan sinks to the ground. Seungcheol plants his foot against the coffee table, pushing it back slowly to give Chan room. The younger looks up at you reverently and you feel your breath catch, watching as Chan settles on his knees, hands reaching to brush gently up your calves.
His touch is like fire. It feels too hot in Seungcheolâs office, sweat collecting on the back of your neck and along your hairline. You squeeze your thighs together at Chanâs gentle touch and he grins up at you, keeping his fingers feather light and teasing as he skims them up your thighs toward your dress.Â
Seungcheol leans you against him, pressing his lips to the side of your temple. Chan leans forward, placing an open mouth kiss on your knee. You twitch, knee nearly knocking him in the face. Seungcheol admonishes you softly, reaching down to pry your right leg open and drape it over his, resting his arm over your knee to keep you pried open.
Chanâs hands continue to caress your skin, the drag of his fingers driving you wild. You stare down at him, panting slightly as he looks up at you. He maintains eye contact as he drags his mouth to kiss your inner thigh, watching as you react with a sigh.Â
He moves his mouth upward slowly, each kiss firm but gentle, his lips blazing a trail upward. You feel your core ache for him, a hot, throbbing need that makes you whine a little bit, shifting in Seungcheolâs grip.Â
Chan pauses but Seungcheol promises, âSheâs fine. Sheâs very needy.âÂ
A grin splits Chanâs face as he presses another kiss to the softness of your thigh, followed by biting gently. That gets a reaction out of you, your hips twitching upward and your hands shooting to grip the couch with one hand and Seungcheolâs forearm with the other.Â
âShe loves when you start slow,â Seungcheol murmurs. Chan nods, taking his elderâs guidance in step. His hands creep toward the hem of your dress, hesitating. âGo ahead.âÂ
Your breath gets stuck in your throat when Chan pushes the hem of your dress upward. The newly exposed skin feels cold in Seungcheolâs darkened office. Chan bunches the fabric at your hips and Seungcheol reaches around the back of your waist to hold it in place.Â
With one hand on your spread knee and the other locked around your waist, Seungcheol has you pinned. The thought makes your eyes flutter, head tilting back as you watch Chan drink you in, his eyes dropping to the lacy underwear.
His mouth resumes its curious travel, kissing the tops of your thighs as his fingers brush the edges of your underwear. You let out a breathy whine and he smiles but doesnât stop this time, teasing the crease of your thighs with his devilish finger while he gives a harsh suck to your skin.Â
Chan rests his chin atop your thigh, eyes focusing on the wet patch of your under. He dips a hand between your legs, pressing the flat of his thumb against the dark spot on the fabric. You give a high pitched whine, fidgeting in Seungcheolâs grip. Chan grins, wiggling his thumb back and forth a little to apply pressure to your clit.
It is heaven. It is hell. Chanâs eyes drift back and forth from where he teases you to your face, unable to decide which he likes watching more. Seungcheol watches him with a smirk, his hold on you like iron, hot breath fanning your ear as he whispers for you to behave for Chan.Â
You want to. You want to more than anything else right now, completely forgetting about the party going on outside the office, forgetting the way youâd been afraid to ask Chan if he wants this, forgetting anything else but the look in Chanâs eyes as he hooks his fingers in your underwear and pulls them down.
Lacy fabric scrapes down your skin slow-soft. It is delicious torture. Chan handles you like youâre something precious, something to be loved and treated with care. Your thoughts turn to static, totally hypnotized by the way he peels your underwear from your legs and tosses them somewhere else. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at your glistening cunt, groaning low in the back of his throat at what he sees.Â
Chan slides his hands under your thighs, dragging you toward him a little. Seungcheol helps, peppering your face with butterfly-soft kisses as he slides you down the couch. Youâre nearly folded in half as Seungcheol adjusts himself so that heâs sitting behind you with you between his legs. He grabs your thighs, hooking them on the outer edges of his knees to keep you open for Chan, who slides closer, licking his lips.Â
âLook how wet she is for you,â Seungcheol purrs. You glance up at him. His dark eyes are focused on Chan, mouth twitching in a smirk. âStart slow. She likes you to build up to it.âÂ
Chan glances at Seungcheol and nods before his eyes fall to you. Dark. Hungry. Wanting. To see your deepest desire reflected in Chanâs eyes makes you insane. Youâd only guessed at his affection for you and Seungcheol, but the fierceness of it drives you wild.Â
So does his mouth. Chan drags his mouth up your thighs, kissing delicately. You hold your breath, fixated on him as he audibly plants another kiss before he moves to your center, hesitating. You try not to squirm and move closer, try not to force yourself on his mouth.
He can tell. He gives you a cock grin, letting out a huff before dipping forward, running his tongue up your center and oh oh oh. Your head falls back against Seungcheolâs shoulder, breath locked in your chest. Chanâs tongue is warm and wet, sliding up and down your pussy at a leisurely pace.
Then he moans. Your fingers dig into Seungcheolâs thighs, making him hiss. He hooks his chin on your shoulder, watching as Chanâs tongue circles your aching clit slowly before dipping back down.Â
Youâre burning, melting, disintegrating. Pleasure ripples through you when Chan dips his tongue tentatively into your clenching hole. That earns a loud moan from you. Seungcheol quickly hushes you, reminding you that you canât be loud with a harsh whisper.Â
A whimper falls from your lips. Chan grunts, closing his eyes as he fastens his mouth to your cunt, suckling gently. You throb under his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes misty as he flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit.Â
âLike that,â Seungcheol encourages when you thrash. âShe likes it kind of messy too - spit on it.âÂ
Chan is obedient. He dips his tongue into your cunt, gathering arousal before he lifts his mouth, smeared in your slick, and spits directly on your pussy. You let out a loud sound that is cut off by Seungcheolâs mouth on yours, stealing you in a devouring kiss.Â
One hand shoots to Seungcheolâs forearm to cling to him, the other to Chanâs hair when he reattaches his mouth. He moans audibly against you, the sound buzzing right through you to the pit of your stomach. He redoubles his effort, licking and sucking at you vigorously now to match the pace of Seungcheolâs tongue.Â
They both swallow you whole. Itâs overwhelming the best way, Seungcheol pressing you into his chest as he steals the breath from your lungs, Chan pressing your legs further apart as he buries his face between your legs, little sounds of pleasure dripping from his mouth as he loses himself in you.Â
Seungcheol parts with you for a moment, lips swollen and pink as he looks down at Chan and grins. He reaches down, running his fingers through Chanâs hair gently, making the younger groan.Â
âLook at him,â Seungcheol coos. âHeâs been dying to taste you, huh Chan?âÂ
âMhmm.â Chan licks a hard stripe from top to bottom. âSo fucking good.â
âTell him how good heâs doing baby,â Seungcheol whispers, pressing his mouth to your ear. âHeâs working so hard for you.âÂ
âFeels so good,â you gasp as Chan sucks your clit hard. You thrash in Seungcheolâs lap but he holds you still. Chan pins you down too, fingers gripping your thighs as he gets greedier, flattening his tongue and whipping his head back and forth. âFuck fuck fuck - Chan.âÂ
âJust like that, Chan.â Seungcheol keeps running his fingers through Chanâs hair affectionately. âSheâs gonna come for you, right baby?âÂ
All you can manage is a nod. Youâre beyond the capacity for words, feeling your orgasm twist low in your stomach as Chan works your toward its peak. It feels like he drags you there screaming, the pressure building as he keeps going and going and going-
You break. Seungcheolâs hand clamps over your mouth and you cry through his palm, hips twitching and legs straining against both of their hands as you cum hard. Chan doesnât care, pressing even further, drinking you in as your clit pulses in his mouth.Â
When you quiet down, Seungcheol lets go of your mouth, hushing you with soft kisses as you whimper. Chanâs tongue busies itself as he leisurely licks your thighs, catching stray drops of arousal. You sag against your boyfriend, panting. He rubs his hands up and down your aching thighs.Â
âMore,â Chan murmurs, words a little slurred as he presses a sloppy kiss to your thigh. He inches closer to your messy folds, hesitating. âCan you take more? Please tell me you can.â
You nod and Seungcheol hums, pleased. âShe can.âÂ
Looking between your legs, you watch as Chan grabs his glasses and rips them off his face, tossing them somewhere behind him. Your stomach flips at the site, lips parted and gasping when he dives back in, fucking you with his tongue.Â
âShit,â you squeak, hands flying to his hair, wrapping your fingers in his locks and twisting. He doesnât mind the sting, too focused on you. âOh my god.â
Seungcheol chuckles darkly. âFuck, heâs hot. Use your fingers, Channie.âÂ
Nodding eagerly, Chan complies. Heâs eager to comply, bringing a hand up between your legs. You hiss when he slides a finger in, the glide easy from your first orgasm. He removes his mouth from you, panting and lips swollen as his eyes focus on where he gently fucks you with his finger.Â
âAnother,â Seungcheol recommends.Â
Chan does. He slides another finger in, tilting his wrist so that they brush just right. You moan his name, throaty and worn. Chan hums happily, kissing his way back up to your clit where he wraps his lips, sucking gently as he sets a slow pace with his fingers.Â
It only lasts for a few moments before his pace increases, feeling the way you squeeze tight around him, hearing the way your breath turns shaky and uneven, watching the way you continue to grow slick with sweat.Â
He fixates on your face, sucking at you hungrily in time with his fingers, driving you toward another release. Seungcheolâs mouth finds your jaw, teeth nipping and tongue soothing. Again youâre pulled between the two of them, feeling stretched thin and overwhelmed by their mouths.
âIâm gonna,â You gasp, shaking in their grip. They both can tell. Seungcheol bites your neck a little harder, sucking the soft skin between his teeth. Chan turns ravenous, nearly folding you in half as he pushes into you, the wet sounds from his mouth bracketed by your heavy breathing. âFuck fuck fuck.â
Every muscle in your body squeezes with the force of your orgasm. You canât breathe, stars exploding behind squeezed-shut lids, breath stuck in squeezed-tight lungs. Youâre barely able to hear Seungcheol murmuring in your ear, only able to hear the high-pitched ringing as you hit the top of your high, suspended for a moment before you start to come down.
You go boneless against Seungcheol. You feel spent, sucking in breaths of air while Seungcheol rubs his hands up and down your arms and Chan presses butterfly-soft kisses to your inner thighs, his hands rubbing your calves.Â
The three of you stay there like that for a bit, quiet in the dark of Seungcheolâs office with the distant singing of your coworkers. You feel a bit floaty and dreamy, stuck somewhere between nearly asleep and happily present.Â
Chan shifts and you drop your eyes to him, seeing him looking around, a little unsure what to do. You and Seungcheol notice at the same time, both of you extending a hand to him. Chanâs smile is shy and tentative, taking both of your hands and letting you pull him to his feet to collapse on the couch next to you.
Immediately you squirm toward him, half falling out of Seungcheolâs lap to fall against Chanâs shoulder. He laughs, lifting his arms and hesitating for a second before he wraps them around you. His lips are pink and swollen, still covered in your arousal.Â
âThat,â you sigh. âWas better than I imagined.â
âYou imagined it, though?â he asks, glancing at Seungcheol. âBoth of you?â
âMhmm.â Seungcheol leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Chanâs mouth, pink tongue darting out playfully. âMmm. She tastes good.âÂ
Pink creeps up Chanâs neck and flushes his face. Seungcheol grins and you can tell heâs just as smitten as you, leaning his head against the back of the couch to watch Chan settle down. He drags his fingers in patterns on your arm, eyes losing focus.Â
âWas this just for tonight?â Chan asks. Thereâs a note in his voice that makes you look up at him. You can tell heâs unsure, a little nervous. âJust for giving season or whatever?âÂ
Your voice is raspy with disuse. âNot if you donât want it to be. Cheolie and I like you.âÂ
âReally?â
You lift a hand, brushing strands of hair back into his damp hairline. âMhm. We want to keep you, if youâll have us.âÂ
Chan chews on his bottom lip, contemplating. Seungcheol watches in silence, but you can tell by the way his fingers drum on your thigh that heâs nervous. He might exude calm and confident most of the time, but you know he hopes Chan will say yes - that heâs desperate for it.Â
âI think I like that,â Chan says slowly, looking at you both. âI would like that, yeah.âÂ
Seungcheol grins, closing his eyes as he reaches over and runs a hand through Chanâs hair. âGood. Also - itâs always giving season at our house. So buckle up, Channie.âÂ
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The thing about SkyStar that really drives me insane is that what launched the ship was one (1) episode where Starscream briefly (and I mean very briefly) shows an unusual hint of depth beyond his role in the show, which is to be a scheming backstabbing egotistical asshole, fail at everything, and get slapped upside the head by Megatron. That's it, that's all he does most of the time. It's par for the course because this is a 20-minute commercial for robot car toys in the 1980s, you can't expect the characters to have a lot of depth (or any depth at all).
Which makes it all the more interesting when suddenly a character in a show like this does appear to have some depth, even if it's only for a moment. You have to wonder if it was an accident, just something the writers stumbled into in the course of trying to write a sufficiently entertaining story to keep potential toy-buyers interested, or if someone decided on a whim to deliberately slip a little something Extra into a character in between all the Robot Punching Action.
The contrast between how Starscream behaves 99.99% of the time and how he behaves immediately after finding Skyfire is kind of jarring, actually. Why does his voice sound so soft in That One Scene? Why am I getting the sense that he does genuinely care about Skyfire? What is going on here?
Of course, nothing comes of this; after Skyfire switches sides their history is never brought up again. No time for silly things like character development, we need to keep the focus on the Robot Punching Action in order to sell those toys (and honestly, I can't bring myself to complain about it because Robot Punching Action is, in fact, why I'm watching this show in the first place).
That One Scene sure did give fanfic writers a lot to work with, though.
(Also, props to Chris Latta because his performance is a major part of what makes that scene stand out so much. He was like, "Okay, time to imbue the screechy evil jet plane with some actual PATHOS.") (Say what you will about G1, but there's no denying how good the voice acting is.)
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Why Till HAS to be alive.
hello everyone!! warning this is REALLY long (specifically as you get to the end). i hope you enjoy my in depth theorizing.
The flickering of his picture.
At the end of round 7, his picture lingers and flickers after Luka moves up the ranks. In all the previous rounds, the loserâs picture faded out before the winner moved up. People are saying this is a reach but I believe this is the most obvious hint. Vivinosâ details are always intentional and significant.
His earpiece falling out.
His earpiece falls out after he gets shot. We are shown that these earpieces detect the wearerâs heartbeat. They couldnât detect his heartbeat disappearing because it fell out. Due to his picture lingering and then flickering, I assume the flickering was as his earpiece fell out.
When you think about it, why else would they show us this teaser image? This teaser pushed it into our faces that the earpieces are heart monitors. I think itâd be a little too coincidental that tillâs earpiece fell out after this.
How he was shot.
The gunshots came from the audience. Meaning that where Till got shot, it didnât go through his neck, and only grazed it.
This injury isnât as fatal as Ivanâs and Suaâs. He also didnât bleed out as he got shot, while Ivan and Sua bled out all over the floor.
This shows that his injury wasnât bad enough to be fatal. Heâs definitely severely hurt, as he coughed up blood, but heâs salvageable.
The way his body is lying.
Tillâs arm went limp, yet his leg was still staying up. If youâre dead, you physically cannot support any part of your body. His leg wouldâve fallen. I believe he DID pass out, though. I see people saying heâs pretending, and honestly I donât believe heâs in the right headspace to think of faking heâs death. Heâs tired, exhausted, he was clearly stressed throughout the round.
The fact that heâs still able to support his leg up shows that blood is still actively flowing through him. If he were dead, itâd be pretty much physically impossible for his leg to stay propped up, as blood wouldâve stopped flowing.
Also the way heâs positioned to the audience, his leg is covering up where aliens would be able to see the injury, same with Miziâs arm. This is definitely more of a stretch, just a detail I noticed
His All-In cover art.
In his cover, he has red tape over his neck. I think this is too significant and OUT as a detail to not mean anything. Although itâs on the opposite side of where he actually got shot, bandaging his neck in general seems too big of a detail. None of the other characters had a detail like this in their cover arts.
It could be said that he has the tape due to being a rebel, which made sense before Round 7. But if we used this logic, wouldnât Hyuna have some significant detail in her cover art?
We also know that red equals rebellion in Alien Stage. It signifies fighting back. As I said before, this COULD be said because heâs a rebel, but I think heâd be fighting back despite his injury. It wasnât a fatal wound.
His character is unfinished.
His death doesnât make sense compared to the other characters that died. Ivanâs death was easier to accept because we knew his motives, his story. For the entirety of Alien Stage, he was the narrator in his and Tillâs story. There wasnât any mystery surrounding his character, so it made sense to kill him. Suaâs death was easier to accept because her death did something for the narrative, as her death started this chain of events and continued to haunt the narrative. We also eventually learned her true motives.
But Tillâs death? It does nothing. You could say his death is to build Miziâs character, but I think itâd make more sense if he LIVED for Miziâs character. Her motivations would change, itâd be easier to move on from events if she had someone with shared trauma with her. In general, Tillâs death makes no sense compared to the other deaths. He didnât have any motivations at this point besides living. Sua and Ivanâs goals were fulfilled, which was protecting their loved ones. But Tillâs wasnât. His death is significantly different from the other dead contestants.
His story is also just.. not done at all. He was just beginning to develop as a character. Mizi grew after Suaâs death, her character developed significantly. Till didnât develop as a character after Miziâs disappearance, and he didnât have the chance to develop after Ivanâs death, even though it was significant to him. We also got literally NOTHING from his POV besides around 2, which was just him adoring Mizi and a little peek at the abuse heâs endured. Also his death is just a waste in generalâI donât believe theyâd tell his story AFTER he died. It just makes no sense to kill off his character after questions were just being raised.
How the creators are treating his âdeathâ.
The way that Vivimeng are treating his âdeathâ feels so especially different to me. Ivanâs art after his death was a bittersweet art, and he was resting. he was okay with his death, and we were forced to accept that reality. Plus the "thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions" comic. That concluded his story, we learned his motives and it was easier to accept he died after. But Till? We never got his POV on anything. We never got his final thoughts like we did Ivan and Sua. Tillâs story was never told through his OWN eyes. Vivimeng are GATEKEEPING till's perspective like their life depends on it. My theory as to why? His character isn't over. His life isn't over, there's so much missing about him and the dots aren't connecting in the same way they have for the previous deaths
Tillâs comic and art were happy. Bittersweet pieces. You knew there was a tinge of sadness, yet I can't help but feel these last till arts are pushing hope onto us. Ivan and Suaâs comics ended with their deaths, Tillâs ended with 4nakt all together. it brings the theme of hope. Of love prevailing. I feel we can't look over the fact that Tillâs comic is so vastly different than the others.
I should also note that they are going out of their way to hide details of his neck in all official arts after Round 7. Heâll have his branding hidden, or just straight up gone. Also in the recent official art of him, Ivan and Sua, his art is significantly different. Heâs the only one facing away from us, the blood on him not visible, and his injury is also facing away from us. Thereâs a lack of branding on him as well. I feel this is the most obvious piece weâve gotten signifying that heâs going to be alive, theyâre deliberately hiding any way for us to see the aftermath of his injury. Unlike with Ivan and Sua, where they made their aftermath very obvious. (I would add images but I reached the image limit. Crying.)
TLDR, thereâs too many details.
Vivinos excels too much at writing to fail his character like this. To kill him off as his story just started. I believe him finally being able to tell his own story instead of having others tell it for him will symbolize him breaking free. Breaking free from the restraints. From his status as a prisoner. I think this experience will further him as a character, and not truly end him.
#alien stage#alnst#alnst analysis#alnst theory#alnst till#alien stage till#till is alive#trust me#i feel it.
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so you keep going to classes under the threat of imminent nuclear attack and everyone is FREAKING OUT until the popular girl whos now the vice president somehow- why is everyone leaving school over this- proposed to the guy that was in the love triangle/polycule. he's now leading the military as they search for the terrorist(?) who just kind of vanished and he doesnt really say yes but its kind of implied that they'll get married so you throw a party but suddenly he's on the terrorist(?)'s side and DEAD and you're just trying to survive midterms! now everyone's gossiping about a mysterious little girl that fell from the sky and murdered a senator (who you went to school with too and was the terrorists sister) by accident, which makes no sense whatsoever! but the girl is undocumented and alone so no one even knows who she is and how she pulled off a murder! this wouldn't really matter but the terrorist(?) is obsessed with the shoes the girl stole from her sister for no reason. now all people will talk about at school is how everything is going insane and then the terrorist starts mutilating people from your school but she was so nerdy and not-a-terrorist when you knew her so you're really confused but so scared that she'll just nuke the whole school. then you wake up one morning and the president is on an indefinite leave, your professor is in JAIL, and the popular girl is in charge. you have to wonder if she staged this for power, but if the nerdy girl was in on it why is she also DEAD NOW?? WHAT. but hey, good news because won't get nuked, so everyone skips school to throw a party for the new president who saved our asses but now she's CRYING? why is she telling us a tragic story about the terrorist's childhood? they mustve been sleeping together, right? honestly, why is she even the president, she didn't finish her college education! where even is the old president??? WHAT IS HAPPENING
Itâs so funny to imagine Wicked from the perspective of one of the normal students at Shiz. Thereâs this girl and sheâs weird and an overachieving nerd and no one likes her, but then the popular girl becomes best friends with her overnight so you guess sheâs chill now. They might be sleeping together but no oneâs really sure. Theyâre also low key dating the same guy but youâre not clear on if itâs a polycule situation or a love triangle. Whatever. Youâre just trying to study for finals. Your history teacher gets arrested and no explains why. You just hope this wonât effect your grade in the class. The weird nerdy girl gets a letter from the president inviting her to come see him. Wow, thatâs exciting. She and her maybe-girlfriend go off to the capitol and you go back to homeworkďżź and dorm room parties. One day later one of your professors is on the national radio saying that the weird nerdy girl, who used to be her favorite student, is now a terrorist, has stolen the nuclear codes, and is on the run from the government. You are still expected to show up to class tomorrow.
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Nevermore Crack theory except this time it actually doesn't make any sense and is poorly thought out and in all honestly it just copy paste form the Discord Server
The greatest Nevermore plotwist would be that Will is actually the Deans in disguise.
Think about it, in the story William Wilson is talks about doubles or something, you know what else is double? The Deans.
Image of the William Wilsons
Now, you must be wondering 'why would they disguise themselves as a pathetic background character' well we already know that the Deans (or atleast Merry) like entertainment, so maybe the do this so they can get a closer look at the students without the students acting differently because a Dean is there. Kind of like role playing a character for fun.
Also, out of all Nevermore characters, he is the one with the least backstory revealed, what if the reason he has no backstory, is because he is one of the Deans!?!? Seriously, with every other character, we either rgot a flashback, or something heavily alluding to their backstory (except Morella somewhat. Morella secretly a Dean too?)
Even in the original William Wilson story, the Main character's actual name (as specified in the beginning) isn't even actually William Wilson, it's just an alias he uses.
And his double is meant to appear when he acts 'less than moral'. More proof of this theory is when the Deans at the dinner, announced how only one person can get the second chance at life, we saw all the characters reaction except for Will (now keep in mind, he didn't dissappear or anything, in fact in the next few panel we literally see him again) but what if the reason we don't see his reaction isn't because he was a waste of nine months, but actually because why would he need to have a reaction if he is just one of the Deans?
Now, as we have seen with Nurse Dolly and Miss Poppet, there are doll versions of them. Guess who's spectre looks like a doll? That's right, it's good ol William. Plus, Dolly and Poppet have unique facial marking, and who's spectre has just that?
What these Dolls of the staff were? I personally think it's like an object that controls them because I doubt they are actual people, but because this part is very much just speculation, ignore it for the most part.
Although, this leads into a similar theory of Will not being the Deans but simply working for them, similar to the staff. And what staff member would Will be? That right, The maid!!
Real reason that closet was dirty, Will was too busy being Monty's mop to remember to do his actual job
Thank you everyone for reading this theory. It was honestly made as an excuse to draw Willy in a maid costume. For wasting your time, here, take a poorly drawn Will
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Hotter-N-Funner
~10k words, Roommates series, smut, Part 1 here
â... part of a punishment.â
âShe did what?!â Mint shouted through the door right before a thundering crash echoed in the room.
âMint? You alright?!â you called out, holding your ear to the door. âMint?â
âYeah, all good!â Mintâs disheveled voice came through. After a couple of seconds, he opened the door, rubbing his hip. âI fell.â
âYou fell in the toilet?â
âNot in the toilet you idiot,â Mint shoved your shoulder. âSo, tell me, how the fuck did you manage that on the first date?â
âA bit of an odd story honestly,â you started.
âHow odd could it be?â Mint asked while grabbing a bag of chips off the counter. âSounds like a simple case of another college hoe being horny.â
âBe nice,â you scolded him. âSheâs actually really sweet. No jokes like that when she stops by.â
âSheâs coming over?â Mint gasped through a handful of chips. âI canât even remember the last girl youâve had over.â
âI mean it,â you snatched the bag out of his hands and took a chip for yourself. âI really like this girl, I want to see where it goes.â
âDo you actually like her or do you just like that sheâs hot as fuck?â Mint asked while he took another chip from the bag as you held it out for him. âWhat about that bartender youâve been chatting up?â
âI donât know man. I donât think sheâs actually interested in a serious relationship anyway, even if I did want that. Iâm happy just being friends,â you replied. âBut back to this girl, seriously, I had such a good time with her. And sure, it helps that sheâs hot as fuck.â
âYeah of course you had a good time with her sucking-â
âStop it,â you gave Mintâs arm a little shove. âThatâs the one part I kinda regret.â
âRegret? The fuck?â Mint cocked his eyebrows. âHead game that weak?â
âNo, that definitely wasnât the problem,â you sighed. âI just like⌠almost feel like we robbed ourselves of having a really special first time⌠does that make sense?â
âNo.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you mumbled as you picked up a couple of dirty glasses from the table.
âHere,â Mint took the glasses from your hands. âOf course I get what youâre saying, and you already know I support whatever decision you wanna make. Just tell me though, why do you think this girlâs so special already?â
âWell,â you began before pausing to think for a moment. âOne could argue the coffee date and even what happened in the bathroom was kinda forced-â
âYou donât say?â Mint dramatically gasped, feigning shock.
âBut lunch wasnât,â you continued, ignoring his theatrics. âAnd it went fucking perfectly, we just meshed so well, I swear I could talk to her for hours. The vibe, her energy, everything was just so⌠when I think about her right now, I think about lunch, not the coffee shop.â
âSounds like my roommateâs in love already,â Mint teased. âDevilâs advocate, she was just using you for the free meal.â
âShe paid for it.â
âYou let her pay? Thatâs not like you.â
âNot exactly,â you elaborated. âWe were hitting it off pretty well and the idea of me treating her to dinner sorta came up, so she snuck off to the bathroom and did the whole pay behind your back thing.â
âThis might be the most unbelievable part of the story,â Mint chuckled. âWhy the hell would she do that?â
âObviously I donât know for sure, but this is why Iâm telling you I feel like thereâs something more here,â you explained. âShe could have easily done her punishment and then left, or even taken the free lunch and then left, but I think her logic was if Iâm treating her to dinner later that she should take care of lunch.â
âHmm,â Mint pondered for a moment. âMaybe youâre right about there being something here, and maybe she feels the same way. That would explain why she doesnât want to make it seem like sheâs using you for a meal.â
âI hope so, guess Iâll find out more tonight.â
âYou like her enough to give up your fuck buddy? I doubt sheâd be cool with you having one.â
âAbsolutely, even after just one date with her.â
âThatâs crazy, youâd actually throw away what you have?â
âI mean, sheâs graduating this year anyway, how many more times am I realistically going to fuck her?â you considered your options. âGirlâs a damn genius and beautiful, sheâll be fine without me.â
âYouâre losing her roommate, too,â Mint added jokingly.
âDamn,â you muttered under your breath with a smirk, thinking back to some wild nights. âI kinda forgot about that part.â
âNot so easy anymore, is it?â Mint teased.
âItâs fine, seriously Mint, I havenât felt this way about a girl since Rina,â you replied. âBut itâs also way too early, Iâve known this girl for less than a day.â
âWhat, you havenât started picking baby names yet?â
âFirst I have to work on making the babies.â
âI hope sheâs good at that part, otherwise youâre throwing away an absolute dime piece for nothing,â Mint laughed.
âOr, hear me out, I just wonât make it official until next year. That way Iâm still clear until Sana graduates.â
âYou realize half the guys at this school would literally kill to have what you have going on, and youâre here playing games?â
âI had my fun with her, I guess Iâll be doing half the school a favor by moving on.â
âHave I ever told you that youâre an absolute fuckboy?â Mint scoffed. âSana is not just a toy for you to use.â
âOnce or twice, I think,â you chuckled. âWhat was the first time again? When I brought that one girl back last year?â
âOh yeah, the one with the massive rack, right? She was so fucking fit, canât lie, I was pretty jealous of that one.â
âYeah,â you sighed heavily. âI still think about her to this day. Sheâs really the one who got away.â
âMaybe if you didnât decide to fuck her best friend, she wouldnât have gotten away,â Mint burst out laughing as he snatched the bag of chips back. âAbsolute idiot.â
âI was drunk.â
âNot an excuse,â Mint kept laughing.
âShe was drunk!â
âEven if we accept that excuse - which we donât,â Mint began shaking his head. âHow do you justify the second time?â
âWe were horny,â you shrugged.
âIdiot,â Mint chuckled. âThe roommate had a cute smile though, I donât entirely blame you.â
âYeah, what was her name again?â
âBro, youâre the one who slept with her,â Mint shook his head in disbelief, laughing at you. âIt started with an âNâ.â
ââNâ? Shit, I really got nothing.â
âFuckboy,â Mint sang, before gasping. âWait, should I be concerned about your roommate fetish?â
âYeah, lock your door when you sleep,â you said casually while cleaning up some dishes left on the coffee table. âMind helping me? I donât want Zuha to get the wrong idea.â
âFuck, even her name is hot.â
âIdiot,â you tossed an empty can at him.
âI know sheâs pretty and all,â Mint began helping you clean up. âBut seriously? I canât remember a single time youâve cleaned up just for a girl. Now that I think about it, you almost never bring them back to our room.â
âNot almost never. Never, not after Rina,â you replied as you fixed the pillows on the couch. âWe have any Febreze left?â
âYeah, in my room,â Mint answered as he tidied up. âPromise me one thing though.â
âWhatâs up?â you asked as you walked back into the living room.
âIf youâre going into this one with serious intentions, promise me youâll take it slower this time,â Mint responded. âYou know I donât give a shit what you do with your random hookups, but this isnât a random hookup.â
âIs this because of Rina?â you asked as you casually sprayed âOcean Mistâ into the air. âI told you, Iâm all good with that situation.â
âI know you are,â Mint replied. âItâs just that sometimes when you climb too high too fast, the fall ends up being a lot harder.â
âAlright Socrates, relax.â
âSeriously bro, you know Iâm just looking out for you.â
âI know,â you gave Mint a tight hug. âI really appreciate you, thank you.â
âAnd her name was Nayeon, you idiot.â
â
âOh,â you gasped, louder than intended, caught off guard by how stunning Kazuhaâs figure looked in her skirt and jacket.
âIâm not overdressed am I? I know you mentioned it was a casual place, I can quickly go change if-â
âYou look stunning, I love how it brings out your smile.â
âOh, thank you,â Kazuha turned away slightly, blushing profusely.
It could not be any more obvious that she was nervous.
âPlease, come in,â you opened the door wide and stepped aside, a rush of warmth flowing through your body. Kazuha gracefully stepped into your room, leaving you admiring her long, slender legs with each step. She paused ever so slightly as she walked past you before looking around your room. âHave a seat, Iâll be right there.â
Kazuha nodded before stepping across the room and taking a seat on your couch, placing her small black purse on the side table. You quickly stepped into the kitchen and placed two flutes on the counter before filling them generously with champagne and walking over to Kazuha.
âThank you,â Kazuha respectfully accepted the glass with a warm smile.
âYouâre welcome,â you replied, taking a seat next to her.
The two of you took a sip together before placing your glasses to the side. For a moment, she simply stared at you, smiling nervously. Without speaking, you slid your body closer before wrapping your arm around the back of the couch behind Kazuhaâs body.
âYou smell really nice,â Kazuha commented, leaning forward into you slightly.
âDo I?â you replied, tilting your head slightly.
âYeah,â she mumbled softly right in front of your lips as she closed her eyes.
The world around you began to gracefully fade away, leaving just you and Kazuha in a shared moment of pure intimacy. Your lips met, gentle at first, a tender brush sending a spark through your body, before gradually becoming more passionate. You found yourself losing yourself in Kazuhaâs warmth as your lips pressed deeper against hers.
While the kiss, slow and lingering, continued, your hand found its way to Kazuhaâs thigh where it softly pressed against her soft skin. Your other hand fell from the back of the couch to the back of Kazuhaâs neck. You savored each moment of closeness, that delightful hint of strawberry inundating your brain with a warm sweetness. Her hand gently made its way to yours, her delicate fingers softly intertwining with your own. The tenderness of your fingers lacing together amplified the connection - invoking a deeper sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.
Instinctively, your bodies pulled closer, your hand slid down from Kazuhaâs neck to the middle of her back, while her arm snaked underneath yours to wrap around your body. The hold you had on each other tightened while remaining tender, a subtle dance of intimacy with your bodies as your mouths stayed glued to each otherâs lips.
Finally, the two of you break apart the kiss, breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. No words were shared, just an intense gaze as your eyes locked, turning the connection electric. For just a moment, the silence of your feelings was being taken in, the squeeze of Kazuhaâs fingers against your body was all you felt.
Then, suddenly, she let go of your body as both of her hands grabbed your face while her lips collided against yours. Initially, you were pushed back by the sudden fierce urgency, but then with equal hunger and desperation you found your strength - now it was Kazuhaâs turn to fall backwards.
The kiss was an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, blurring your senses until you found yourself with your hands on Kazuhaâs hips as her back hit the couch. She spread her legs, making room for you to move even closer as your body nestled into hers, still with electricity and passion flowing through the kiss.
With audacious intrepidity, you slipped a hand up Kazuhaâs skirt, resting it against the side of her soft upper thigh. She gasped into your mouth, but she didnât pull away - in fact, she did the opposite. She curled her fingers into your hair, pulling you even closer somehow, your bodies colliding, a testament to your shared passion, urging you to keep going.
Everything just felt right. This kiss felt right. Kazuha felt right. Your brain was desperately trying to make sense of your heart right now, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion that you wanted, needed, Kazuha. Nothing else made sense, the connection was too compelling. Then, you finally pulled away, leaving Kazuha breathless and wide-eyed, you could really feel the fire that the two of you just shared. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest as you smiled down at Kazuha who was smiling back.
âI should have asked earlier, but you eat sushi, right?â you asked as you sat back up.
âOf course, I love sushi,â she answered, still breathing heavily.
âPerfect, youâll love this place,â you replied, helping her sit up by taking her hand. âReady to go?â
âYeah, one second,â she paused, reaching for her glass of champagne and downing it. âReady!â
â
âBreakfast, lunch, and dinner, who woulda thought our day would end up like this?â Kazuha smiled as she picked up another piece of otoro.
âBreakfast is a wild thing to say.â
âOh my God,â Kazuha choked, laughing at your reference once she understood what you meant.
âSorry, that was probably inappropriate.â
âItâs fine,â she laughed, taking a sip of her sake. âIf anything, Iâm surprised weâve almost gotten through two meals without bringing it up.â
âWas I supposed to? I canât say Iâve ever had an experience like that before,â you chuckled, taking a sip of sake as well.
âTrust me, it was new for me as well,â Kazuha replied. âIâm really enjoying spending the day with you.â
âI want to be completely honest with you, I really like you, a lot,â you started cautiously. âI know itâs super early, but I just feel something so special with you.â
âI really like you a lot, too,â Kazuha smiled warmly, showing you that smile, the one that absolutely melted your heart. âIt doesnât feel like the first day, it feels like weâve been dating for a while already.â
âIn a way, this is sort of the third date.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â she giggled before turning slightly more serious. âSo then, can I be honest with you for a second?â
âOf course you can, anything at all,â you replied warmly, leaning forward slightly to show her you were fully engaged.
âI promise itâs not because of attraction, because I really am attracted to you, but I sorta regret what happened in the bathroom this morning.â
âOh my God, me too!â you couldnât control your excitement. âSorry, please finish what you were going to say.â
âItâs just that⌠itâs going to sound a bit stupid, so please donât make fun of me for it,â Kazuha began blushing. âI almost feel like I ruined a special moment?â
âI swear if I had a ring Iâd be on my knees right now, I thought the exact same thing!â
âReally?â her eyes lit up, making her the most pure and beautiful girl in the world in your mind. âIâve been thinking about it ever since lunch, I wish we could have found each other without the stupid punishment.â
âLook, Zuha,â you reached your hand forward and gently took hers. âIt happened, but we can move on from that. I think youâre very special, Iâd love nothing more than to see this out properly if youâre also willing.â
âI am,â she smiled softly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. âBut if youâre asking me to be your girlfriend, I think the first day is still a bit too early.â
âAbsolutely,â you agreed. âLetâs forget this morning ever happened and we can do things properly. The way we want.â
âIâd love that,â she blushed again.
âI have another one, sorta related.â
âYeah? Shoot.â
âWhat do you think about being exclusive? I get it if you think itâs too early.â
She pondered the question for a moment, taking another sip and slowly putting down her glass before answering. âI donât think itâs too early, at least, I donât feel like it is,â she answered slowly. âIâm not actually talking to anyone else right now, but Iâd be willing to make this exclusive if you are.â
âMe too.â
Kazuha hesitated, waiting for you to continue.
âItâs complicated,â you added.
âOh, alright,â she replied, looking a bit disheartened.
âThereâs this girl,â you began explaining. âWeâre not in a relationship or anything, but we have a bit of a friends-with-benefits type thing going on.â
âOh.â
âI know thatâs probably not what you wanted to hear, and Iâm sorry, but I really want to be honest with you, and of course I promise Iâm done with that stuff now,â you replied softly. âMy last serious relationship had some⌠I just donât want to go through that again, Iâd rather be honest with you about everything.â
âI get that, my last relationship also wasnât great,â Kazuha frowned. âNo, youâre right, thank you for telling me. If you donât mind, do you think we can maybe keep past relationships to ourselves going forward? Sorry, but I donât know if itâs something I want to hear-â
âYou donât have to explain, trust me, I get it,â you interjected warmly. âAnd Iâll say the same for you. Weâve both gone through stuff. I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it, but I donât need to know every specific detail. The past is the past, it doesnât affect whatever our relationship ends up being.â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled again, visibly relaxing as you spoke the right words. âDo you mind if I step away to the bathroom real quick?â
âOf course not, but you have to promise me you wonât pull that trick again,â you answered, flashing her a suspicious look. âI told you Iâm treating you to dinner, this oneâs on me.â
âFine,â she smiled, rolling her eyes. âI promise.â
With that, Kazuha got up from the table, gracefully making her way across the restaurant. Her movements, fluid as possible, had you completely in awe, unable to take your eyes away. The way her skirt showcased her perfect legs, accentuating those meticulously sculpted curves, she had your breath catching in your throat, mesmerized and captivated by her grace.
She left this imprint on your mind, convincing you that she was something special. The honeymoon effect was hitting hard, even though you werenât officially together, you knew it was inevitable at this point - you were going to make Kazuha your girlfriend.
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âIâm getting this.â
âNo youâre not,â you pushed her hand away and tapped your card against the reader.
âYou got dinner, this isnât fair,â Kazuha argued.
âAnd youâre pretty, whatâs your point?â
Kazuha began blushing again, her fingers struggling to put her card back into her wallet. âTh-That has nothing to do with anything,â she stammered, unable to hide how flustered she would get whenever you gave her cheesy compliments.
âSure it does,â you replied, reaching forward and taking her card from her shaking hand and inserting it into her wallet for her. âI appreciate the gesture, but really, itâs like four dollars, not a big deal.â
âAlright fine, thank you,â she replied, cheeks still flushed a light pink as she accepted her wallet back. âHave you been here before?â
âNope, first time,â you answered as the two of you sat down. âYou?â
âYeah a couple of times, itâs really good.â
âAh, so thatâs how you picked the flavor so quickly.â
âActually, itâs my first time trying this one,â Kazuha giggled nervously. âI kinda wanted to try something new, make a new memory with youâŚâ
Your heart skipped a beat. âThat is actually so sweet, wow,â you muttered, staring into her beautiful round eyes. âHopefully itâs good then.â
âOr really bad.â
âHuh?â
âThink about it,â Kazuha began explaining. âJust like when you go to a restaurant, you generally remember the really good and really bad, no one remembers the average stuff.â
âAh I see what you mean,â you responded. âThatâs true, but I promise you Iâm not going to forget this ice cream no matter how good, bad, or average it is.â
âAnd whyâs that?â Kazuha chuckled, leaning back in her chair. âDonât tell me, is it because youâre sharing it with me?â
âHowâd you know?â
âYouâre getting predictable,â Kazuha laughed, smiling brightly.
âAnd youâre so-â
âPretty?â
âBeautiful.â
The way her face lit up when she smiled was absolutely enchanting. She didnât know it, but she had you wrapped around her finger, you were starting to think youâd do anything for this girl. No, you already knew it, you would do anything for this girl. Your heart rate whenever she smiled was all the confirmation you needed.
âYour sundae, enjoy!â a cheery staff member dropped off the bowl of ice cream at your table. âLet me know if you need anything else!â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled respectfully at the young girl before turning back to you. âIt looks good.â
âThen letâs find out if itâs as good as it looks.â
Kazuha picked up her spoon, scooping up some of the cookie crumbles and fudge ice cream onto it before holding it out for you. Taking her lead, you opened your mouth and let her feed you.
âWow,â you mumbled as the taste hit your tongue. âThat is seriously way better than I expected.â
âIs it?â Kazuha looked at you with glee.
âYeah, here,â you picked up your spoon and returned the favor, feeding Kazuha the ice cream. Her eyes lit up immediately - she was so unbelievably cute. âRight?â
âYou werenât kidding, thatâs amazing,â Kazuha gushed, going for another bite.
Something you noticed, and loved, about Kazuha was that she wasnât afraid to eat. Even though she was exceptionally feminine and graceful, she wasnât shy when it came to food. It was adorable, especially with how expressive she would be when the food was good. Within just a minute, full of spoon hitting glass, the bowl of ice cream the two of you were sharing was practically emptied.
âSo, Zuha, you never actually told me, whatâs your major?â you asked as you put down your spoon. âI just realized I never asked what you wanted to do after school.â
âIâd love to one day teach ballet, and my major is biology,â she answered, scooping out pieces of cookies from the bottom of the bowl before looking up at you and laughing. âYou look shocked.â
âSorry, itâs a lovely dream, I just wasnât expecting it,â you chuckled. âSo I guess the next natural question would be why the hell did you pick biology if you want to teach ballet?â
âWell, Iâve been training ballet my whole life,â Kazuha explained. âAnd I wanted to do something interesting and challenging on top of that, so I found myself in biochemical sciences.â
That would explain why she was so graceful, you thought to yourself. âThatâs awesome, and quite admirable.â
âThank you. It can be pretty tough managing all of that while still trying to keep some semblance of a social life.â
âYou seem to be doing alright,â you replied with a smile. âEspecially if you found time to go on a date with me.â
âI make time for things I want to do,â Kazuha smiled back, making your cheeks warm. âWhat, no cheeky response this time?â
âSorry, sometimes itâs just so hard to focus on anything other than your smile.â
âThere it is,â Kazuha laughed while rolling her eyes.
âHey, I know itâs getting kinda late, but would you want-â
âIâd love to come over for a bit,â Kazuha cut you off, smiling brighter than ever.
â
âHow could you possibly forget sugar?â you burst out laughing. âTheyâre cookies, thatâs like, the most basic part.â
âThat was Chaewonâs responsibility, not mine!â Kazuha defended herself. âAnyway, we tried making them without it.â
âYou tried making cookies without sugar?â you laughed even harder. âI gotta know, howâd they turn out?â
âI donât know, we ended up burning them,â Kazuha joined you in laughter. âIâll have to make them for you some day.â
âAfter hearing about your baking skills, I think Iâm alright,â you teased, picking up your glass of champagne and taking another sip. âI donât think Iâll be buying your cookbook.â
âYou sure?â Kazuha took a big sip before putting her own glass down. âIâll even sign it for you,â she added, leaning closer to you.
âDepends what you sign it as,â you replied, putting your glass down as well, opening your arms for Kazuha to snuggle up with you.
âAnd what would you want me to sign it as?â she asked, her face right in front of yours.
âMy girlfriend?â
âI thought we agreed itâs too early,â she whispered, moving her lips even closer to yours. âThat one day wasnât enough time?â
âItâs past midnight already,â you whispered into her mouth before leaning forward and closing the gap slightly.
âHave we really been talking for that long?â she whispered back, closing it some more.
And just like that, you found your lips softly brushing again Kazuhaâs once more. The kiss was soft; Kazuhaâs pretty eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, sweet and tender. The room went silent, completely still, as the air was filled with the lingering sounds of your lips colliding. A tender echo, her sweet breaths reverberating in your ears, perfectly describing the gentle and warm feeling you had coursing through your body as you kissed Kazuha. Delicate and calm, you got lost in her touch.
She brought her hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face lightly, leaning into you. Meanwhile, your hand explored her body, rubbing against her core, feeling through her top how toned she was. Your hand slowly slid lower until it was resting against the side of her thigh, slipping just a bit underneath her skirt.
Kazuha pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, a hint of hesitation showing. âIâm not ready to go all the way,â she whispered softly.
âIâm in no rush,â you whispered back, pressing your lips forward again.
Her eyes shot wide open for a moment before she slowly closed them again, relief calming her down as she began gently prodding her tongue against yours. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed your wrist and gently guided it along her leg until your palm was resting against her soft ass before she brought her hand back up to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly grabbing your hair.
Following her lead, you gave her ass a gentle squeeze, making sure not to push past her boundaries. The way she kissed you, the increase in passion, was confirmation that she was okay with it. Her body was perfect, you got lost in the warmth of her skin, your fingers brushing just slightly against the fabric of her underwear by mistake.
Yet, she didnât pull back at all. She didnât seem to mind, at least thatâs what her kiss was telling you. Kazuha was getting more and more aggressive with it, and soon enough you found yourself falling onto your back with Kazuha on top of you. Her hands which were previously squeezing your hair, returned to your face, cupping your cheeks again as her tongue pushed audaciously into your mouth.
Her passion was met with your own as you brought your other hand around her body, holding her perfectly sculpted ass in your palms. You gave her a few soft squeezes, addicted to her body, at this point your palms were placed directly on her ass, your fingers gently kneading her softness. Caution was slowly dissipating as you got more comfortable with each otherâs bodies.
The moment felt like it was stretching, enveloping you in excitement, a sign of hopefully some future with the girl you were holding onto. However, even though you could have kept going all night, you could feel the natural end coming. With her cheeks flushed red, and a soft smile on her lips, Kazuha pulled back, breathing deeply above you.
âI could really get used to this,â she smiled warmly down at you.
âIâm definitely not going to stop you,â you smiled back before pulling her into your embrace, gently rubbing her back as you took in the lovely scent of her shampoo. âZuha, itâs getting kinda late.â
âAre you kicking me out?â Kazuha giggled as she started to get off you.
Without hesitation, you pulled her back in even tighter. âAbsolutely not,â you clarified, giving the top of her head a little peck. âI was just going to ask if you have class tomorrow morning.â
âI do,â Kazuha sighed heavily. âBut itâs fine, Iâll skip it.â
âI canât in good conscience be responsible for that,â you replied when Kazuhaâs phone began ringing. âYou going to skip that, too?â
âI probably shouldnât,â Kazuha groaned as she leaned over towards the table, nearly falling off the couch if it wasnât for you catching her. âThanks,â she giggled before answering. âHello? No, I'm not still out. No, I'm not drunk. Yes Chaewon-ah, Iâm safe. Are you done? Oh my God, bye.â
âCookie girl?â you teased as Kazuha sat up and began stretching.
âYeah,â she yawned, arms straight up, her top riding up just enough for you to see her perfectly sculpted abs. âI had a lot of fun today,â she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling as she let her arms fall to her side, shoulders slumped.
âI did too,â you smiled back, sitting up as well to give her another quick kiss. âWant me to walk you back to your room?â
âActually,â Kazuha bit her lip nervously. âI kinda promised Chaewon that I wouldnât drink tonight, I donât really want her to know.â
âZuha, you should have told me. We didnât have to finish that bottle.â
âNo no, I wanted to drink with you⌠I guess I felt safe with you,â she replied softly. âBut now I have to ask, do you mind if I spend the night? I really donât want to get scolded by her.â
âUh, sure, but donât you think sheâll be more concerned if you spend the night?â
âNah, sheâs going to have to get used to it anyway,â Kazuha replied casually while standing up and holding her hand out for you. âIâm going to be spending the night in my boyfriendâs room from time to time.â
âBoyfriend?â you stood up and grabbed her hand excitedly. âDoes that meanâŚâ
âYes,â Kazuha silenced you with another kiss. âBoyfriend. Fuck timelines, Iâm ready if you are.â
If only she could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. âDefinitely,â you smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze.
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âIâm pretty impressed that you have all this makeup remover stuff,â Kazuha commented as she walked out of your bathroom. âYou have girls over often or something?â
âUmm.â
âOh, I completely forgot aboutâŚâ Kazuhaâs cheeks turned bright red. âSorry, ignore that.â
âHer name is Sana, but no,â you answered honestly, ignoring her embarrassment. âThat stuff is from when I was with my ex. She was the last girl I let in my room.â
âI see, well, itâs very convenient regardless,â Kazuha replied as she looked around your room.
âYouâre more than welcome to borrow whatever clothes youâd like by the way, I assume youâre not sleeping in that,â you added as you took off your shirt and pants before getting into your bed, admiring how incredibly stunning Kazuha looked even without makeup - this girl was unreal.
âItâs fine,â a shy smile formed on Kazuhaâs lips before she turned around and began stripping down to her underwear as well. âYou donât mind, right?â
âBy all means, whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
âIâm going to turn the lights off before I get in, alright?â
âSure,â you replied casually while plugging your phone into your charger. âJust be careful, donât trip on anything.â
âI will,â Kazuha responded as she shut off the lights. In the darkness, Kazuha took a second before slipping into the bed next to you, her beautiful face barely visible under the faint moonlight shining through your window. âCan I ask you another question?â
âYou can always ask me a question.â
âHowâd you like feeling my body earlier while we kissed?â
âAh, what a question,â you chuckled. âYour body is fucking amazing Zuha, I can tell you work out a lot.â
âOh yeah? Howâs that?â Kazuha asked, her voice littered with allure in the most teasing way possible.
âYour abs, theyâre rock solid.â
âLetâs play a little game, how about you try finding my abs in the dark?â Kazuha teased, giggling softly.
âSounds fun,â you smirked, reaching your hand across the bed. You fumbled around for a second until your hand made contact with skin, soft skin. It took you a moment before you realized what you were holding. âYup, thatâs a titty, and you arenât wearing a bra.â
âYouâre right,â she giggled, grabbing your wrist and sliding it down until your hand was rubbing against her core. âAnd these are my abs.â
âDamn, theyâre so nice,â you moaned softly. âWe should workout together, you could train me.â
âSure,â Kazuha whispered before sliding your wrist even lower. âAnd how does this feel?â
âZuha,â you gasped as she placed your hand between her legs, and sure enough, she wasnât wearing anything. âWhat happened to not being ready tonight?â
âThis is different,â she whispered. âIâve already sucked your cock in a bathroom, this is pretty harmless if you ask me.â
âYeah, but-â
âIf youâre not comfortable, I wonât be offended if you pull away.â
Yeah, there was no chance you were doing that.
âYouâre sure about this?â you asked carefully as you began rubbing between her legs softly, feeling how wet she was.
âAbsolutely,â she muttered, sliding closer to you.
âThen I want this to be perfect,â you whispered back, sliding your other hand under her body and wrapping it around her, placing it on her chest, giving her tit a soft squeeze. âTell me what feels good.â
âWhat youâre doing now is nice,â she moaned as you rubbed slow and steady circles against her clit.
âGood,â you breathed before leaning forward and finding her lips.
As you began kissing her, you started moving your fingers a bit faster, sliding down her slit every few circles, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. You used her moans as your guidance, feeling for when you hit the right spots, hyperfocusing on what made Kazuha feel good. Once you began finding a rhythm, figuring her out, you started speeding up some more.
âFuck thatâs nice,â she moaned, separating her lips from yours, breathing into your mouth heavily.
With that moment of opportunity, you shoved your mouth into her neck and began kissing her collarbone. At the same time, you pinched her nipple softly with one hand and eased one finger into her pussy, just up until the first knuckle.
âOh fuck,â she gasped, grabbing the back of your head with her hand and latching onto your hair. âGo deeper.â
And that was exactly what you did, pushing your finger deeper while using your thumb to rub her clit. You also took the opportunity to move lower down her body, leaving her neck and putting your mouth on her nipple, sucking it taut. With your mouth on one nipple and your finger lightly pinching the other, you found something was working because Kazuhaâs whole body was moving up and down with her moans at this point.
Your fingers worked nonstop, gently fucking her pussy, daring to go deeper with each thrust. It was a balancing act of making her feel good and making sure you donât go too hard, a balancing act that you were succeeding in, clearly. But you wanted more.
âZuha,â you pulled back, looking up at her. âCan I go down on you?â
Even in the darkness, you could see her bite her lower lip nervously. âMaybe just⌠just fingers tonight⌠if thatâs okay,â she mumbled quietly.
âNo problem,â you whispered back before leaning forward and kissing her again.
She was hesitant for just a second before she got back into it, that burning passion returning with a vengeance. As you kissed her, you went back to slipping your finger into her soft pussy. She was warm, and incredibly wet, a soft wet squishing sound filled the room, mixed with the sound of your kiss, as you pushed your finger in and out of her.
With your tongue down her mouth and one hand gently massaging her tit, it really didnât take much longer for you to start feeling Kazuhaâs insides squeezing against your finger. In rhythmic beauty, she began moaning into your mouth, gasping and panting as her pussy pressed down hard. You slipped your finger out and began rubbing soft circles around her clit, making sure not to press too hard.
Kazuha rode her orgasm out for as long as she could, making sure to never separate her lips from yours. It wasnât until her body finally relaxed did she stop kissing you. âI canât believe how comfortable I feel around you,â Kazuha mumbled, rubbing wrapping her hands around your body gently. âTo think, I only met you because of that stupid punishment.â
âYouâre telling me,â you gave her a small squeeze. âI canât believe how quickly things are moving.â
âYeah,â Kazuha sighed. âI guess I set the tempo kinda fast this morning.â
âZuha,â you paused to give her cheek a kiss. âWe agreed to forget about that silliness, it doesnât matter anymore.â
âI know, but I canât exactly forget what I did,â Kazuha laughed softly. âSeriously I promise Iâm not that type of girl.â
âZuha-â
âLike, I know it kinda seems like it with what happened this morning and the fact that Iâm literally laying in your bed naked, but I swear-â
âZuha!â you interrupted her. âItâs fine, seriously, I wouldnât have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didnât really like you. So what if things are moving fast, who cares?â
âI guess youâre right.â
âLetâs just let things happen, do what feels right,â you added, playing with the muscles on her back. âWhatever feels natural, Iâm here with you and committed to making this work.â
âThen how about you let me take care of you?â Kazuha giggled softly.
âWhat?â
âYou realize I can feel everything in this position, right?â
âAlright well with how fucking hot you are, thereâs not a straight man on this planet who wouldnât be, not in this position.â
âIâm not blaming you,â Kazuha whispered, leaning back so that she was face to face with you. She slowly snaked her hand down your body, softly rubbing your shaft through your underwear. âIt would be pretty cruel of me if I didnât, not after what you just did for me.â
âIâm happy just holding you, thereâs no pressure for you to do anything tonight,â you replied, your breath hitching as Kazuha slipped her delicate fingers down your waistband. âReally, Zuha, if youâre tired itâs totally fine.â
âLetâs be real with ourselves,â Kazuha leaned forward and kissed you before smiling softly at you. âNeither of us are sleeping much tonight.â
âIs that so?â you moaned as she took a gentle grip on your shaft.
âThatâs right,â she whispered before pushing you onto your back. Then, inch by inch, she planted kisses down your body. She started at your neck, moving lower, kissing your chest tenderly, all the while still stroking your cock. As she moved lower down your body, she started stroking faster and faster, pausing only to yank your underwear down. âDid I ever tell you why my punishment involved sucking someone off?â
âNo,â you flinched as Kazuha let a glob of her warm spit fall onto your cock.
âBecause I love sucking cock,â she answered in a whisper.
Before you could respond, Kazuha engulfed your cock in her mouth, making a firm seal around your tip with her lips, prodding softly at your hole with her tongue. Then, she lowered her mouth, swallowing your whole cock in one swift motion before slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulling back up to your tip. After that, she repeated the motion a few more times, plunging down your cock and slowly withdrawing. Any degree of awkwardness from the first time had been replaced with familiarity now as Kazuha worked your cock like an expert.
âFuck me, Zuha, that feels so fucking good,â you heaved, trying to catch your breath.
âYeah?â she replied, her voice soft as sugar, before she leaned in and started kissing your balls.
âYeah, the only shame is not being able to see that beautiful face.â
âThen turn the lamp on,â Kazuha cooed, tossing your blanket to the side and climbing over you, positioning herself between your legs before putting your cock back into her mouth.
As per her suggestion, you leaned over and turned on a small lamp you kept on your side table. With that, you felt your cock ready to completely erupt as you took a look at Kazuha who was staring up at you. Her eyes were so fucking beautiful. You couldnât hold back, not with how good she looked right now with her cheeks hollowed, moving steadily up and down your shaft.
âZuha, youâre going to make me cum,â you mumbled, straining and squirming your whole body as you desperately tried to hold back. âI canâtâŚâ
She wasnât phased at all, she just kept on sucking your cock at the same excruciatingly slow pace. The next who-knows-how-many seconds went by in a flash, instantly yet somehow lasting forever at the same time. She never once broke eye contact, and her mouth never once changed tempo, all that changed was how much pressure she applied with her lips, expertly varying it to make your cock feel that much better.
It wasnât until the first burst of your cum flew into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, did she finally stop moving. As your cum began volleying into her mouth, she held her lips tight around your cock, making sure not a single drop leaked through the smirk that formed on her face. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were fading into adorable little crescents as she proudly accepted all of your cum into her mouth.
âHoly fuck,â you cried out, your cock still pumping away.
Kazuha waited until the impulses slowed down, she let you slowly regain strength, but then as she felt your body relaxing, she started bobbing her head up and down your cock again as fast as she could.
âPlease,â you moaned as your cock went into a frenzy, the final few shots of cum flying into Kazuhaâs mouth. âHoly fuck!â
Once you were finally done, Kazuha slowly pulled back, letting a fountain of your white cum spill down your shaft as she lifted her lips off, tilting her back before swallowing everything in her mouth.
âI thought there was a lot last time,â Kazuha giggled, unable to contain her proud smile as she grinned from ear to ear. âBut thereâs so much more this time.â
âZuha that was so fucking good, look,â you opened your eyes wide. âIâm literally in tears.â
âGood,â she smirked before leaning forward and using her tongue to scoop your cum off your shaft into her mouth. âIâll do this for you whenever you want. Every night if you want.â
âI would literally die,â you inhaled sharply as her tongue grazed against your tip. âI wouldnât be able to think about anything else all day.â
âDid you really like it that much?â she asked while licking nearing your shaft, looking for more spilled cum.
âZuha,â you sat up and grabbed her by the arms. âYes, I donât know how to convince you.â
She looked deep into your eyes, her beautiful round eyes shimmering in the dim light of your room. Those beautiful features, the perfect face, sporting a soft expression as she stared at you. âI believe you,â she whispered before closing her eyes and tilting her head.
Without hesitation, you met her movement and pressed your lips firmly against hers, bringing your hands around her body and feeling her back. Her skin was so soft, you wanted to touch and feel her body forever. Unfortunately for you, the kiss did not last forever, and eventually you had to let go of her.
âI know we agreed not to talk about exes, but can I tell you something?â Zuha asked as she snuggled up in your arms.
âWhatâs up?â
âHeâd never kiss me after I-â
Before replying, you pushed her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth again. âSounds like an idiot, no offense,â you replied casually. âIâll never understand that. If Iâm willing to suck on a girlâs vagina, I feel like kissing after head is really not a big deal.â
âIâve never actually had anyoneâŚâ her voice trailed off.
âZuha,â you let go of her and sat up, looking down at her. âIs that why you didnât let me go down on you earlier?â
Her cheeks turned red as she avoided your gaze for a moment before she looked back up at you and nodded slowly. You bent forward and kissed her again, repeatedly, on the lips for about a minute before sitting up again.
âItâs entirely your choice, Iâd never make you do something that youâre not comfortable with,â you began softly while rubbing her thigh. âBut I want you to know, Iâd love nothing more than to make you feel good.â
âI just canât help but feel a bit embarrassed,â Kazuha admitted quietly. âItâs not that Iâm not comfortable with you, because I am, I just donât knowâŚâ
âI never want you to feel embarrassed around me,â you spoke softly as you moved down the bed and began slowly spreading her legs. âDo I have your permission?â
She hesitated again, as if fighting an internal battle, but then she nodded, her eyes shimmering as the early signs of dawn crept through your window.
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure,â she whispered back, adjusting herself to get more comfortable.
âThen just relax,â you instructed her softly before pressing your lips below her navel and leaving a long, very drawn out kiss on her skin. Then, as you slid a bit lower, you paused to reach up and grab Kazuhaâs hands. She took your lead, interlocking her fingers with yours and taking a deep breath. âYouâre so incredibly breathtaking, just tell me what feels good,â you murmured, letting the breath of your words hit her pussy.
Your mouth began drooling at this point, overwhelmed by how enticing Kazuhaâs pussy looked right now as the sun crept through the window some more, making her body glisten beautifully. It was enchanting. You pressed your lips to her pussy, holding steady as Kazuha took a deep breath, letting her get truly comfortable with your touch before giving her pussy a tender kiss.
âYou alright?â
âMhmm,â Kazuha breathed, giving your fingers a little squeeze, encouraging you to keep going.
Even that small taste of her body had you desperate for more. You wanted nothing more than to shove your face as deep into her pussy as physically possible, to suck and lick her until the sun went down again. But this was less for you, and more for Kazuha, so you took it slow.
With your mouth opened wide, you carefully pressed down on her pussy, creating a seal with your lips and her skin. She squeezed your hand again as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against her folds. You began pressing down, applying pressure with various parts of your tongue, truly relishing in the slight tang of Kazuhaâs pussy. She tasted so addicting despite it being so subtle.
And just like that, you were addicted and completely consumed by Kazuhaâs taste. Paired with the sounds of Kazuha moaning as you applied more pressure with your tongue and lips, you were in heaven. You moved around, exploring Kazuhaâs body to your heartâs desire, pausing occasionally to give her inner thighs kisses before latching back onto her pussy.
The more you feasted, the more she gave. Your lower face was completely drenched in Kazuhaâs wetness as she leaked all over you. It wasnât possible to lap it all up, despite how hard you tried, but you tried nonetheless. As her pussy, wet and warm, responded to your touch, her moans became even more vocal. She was definitely trying to stay quiet to the best of her ability, but she was failing as she got closer.
Especially now, as you could feel her body trembling slightly, each lick made her body jolt. Each kiss sent her into a frenzy. Her moans crescendoed as you sped up, sucking and licking her pussy with all of your power, and her thighs began pressing against the sides of your head and her fingers threatened to crush yours.
Then, with a particularly hefty gush of pleasure jetting out of her pussy, Kazuha began crying out in pleasure, her body convulsing in your mouth. âOh fuck,â she sobbed, digging her nails into the back of your hands. âThat feels so good.â
All you wanted to do was make her feel good - nothing brought you more pleasure. You held yourself in place between Kazuhaâs legs, not that you could move even if you wanted to thanks to how hard her legs were clamping down on your face, and you gently teased her pussy with your tongue, giving it a few flicks before planting a very soft kiss on her clit, sucking on it tenderly.
âStop, stop, stop!â Kazuha moaned, letting go of your hand and pushing your face away, detaching your mouth from her sensitive clit. âItâs too much.â
As soon as she pushed your head away, you dove back in and started kissing her thighs, switching back and forth between them. You knew her pussy was far too sensitive right now, the most you did was let your breath hit her skin, even that earned a full-body shudder. You gave her a final kiss on each thigh before crawling back up the bed next to Kazuha.
She turned to face you, and without saying a word, she lunged for your mouth, kissing you passionately and deeply - harder than ever. You let her take control, she got to guide the kiss, regulate the passion to her desires. Kazuha went on for a bit, even wrapping her leg around your body, rubbing her warmth against you until she was finally satisfied. She backed up, looking you straight in the eyes, the most precious girl you have ever seen in your life.
âThat was amazing,â she muttered quietly, unable to contain her smile.
âYouâre amazing,â you replied, giving her butt a small pat before glancing at your window. âThe sunâs up.â
âIâm not sleepy.â
âMe neither,â you smiled back, giving her another kiss. âSo, what should we do?â
âDo you have class?â she asked.
âIâll skip it if you skip yours.â
âIâm definitely skipping,â Kazuha giggled.
âThen I guess I donât have class.â
âPerfect,â she turned around and snuggled her body into yours.
Within just a minute of being in your arms, the ânot sleepyâ girl passed out, pushing against your body with each deep breath she took. You gave her one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
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A/N:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS. I've been wanting to write this for so long and I finally decided to sit down and get to it. Words really cannot explain how into Kazuha I am at the moment, but hopefully this fic at least shed some light on my recent addiction over her.
I don't know what to work on next. The next Dating Seraphs chapter is going to be kinda Kazuha heavy, so I kinda don't want to post that right after this. I think this fic is the first time I've blatantly teased some of the other idols who will be appearing in Roommates, I hope that's exciting for some of you!
Maybe I'll try releasing something else around the New Years, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this fic though, I can't rememember the last time I wrote this much straight up one-on-one fluff in a fic. There's going to be a third part to this mini series, and I promise you that one will have some sex scenes!
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Lately, Iâve seen so many Snaters bringing up the âIf Voldemort had chosen the Longbottoms instead of the Potters, Snape would have never changed sidesâ argument to bash Snape. Honestly, I find this kind of reasoning so reductive and dismissive of his entire character arc. Whatâs your opinion on it?
I think it doesnât matter because:
That wouldnât erase everything he suffered beforehand.
It wouldnât make sense to hate him for being a âterribleâ teacher because he probably wouldnât have gone to Dumbledore, and therefore wouldnât have ended up as a teacher. As a result, he couldnât be accused of being a bully to kids because he wouldnât have gone near a child within 15 kilometers.
In that case, Lily and James would have lived, and he probably would have moved on from his issues and wouldnât have become a creepy, brooding person consumed by guilt. So, once again, weâre in the same situation: he would likely be a completely different character from the one we came to know. Therefore, the hate isnât valid because itâs based on a personality that wouldnât exist.
That said, Severus didnât owe anything to anyone. Not to the Longbottoms, not to the Potters, not to any member of society. Severus was a soldier in a war, and he was doing his job. His job was to report relevant matters to his general. Looking out for the safety of your enemy is not one of your duties during wartime, nor is it something you do because theyâre your damn enemy. End of story.
The fact that Severus was on the âbadâ side doesnât matter either, because at the end of the day, a war is a war, and soldiers are in it for life or death. Even if I find it morally questionable, wars themselves are morally horrible, so I donât see the point of bringing that up because itâs an argument that doesnât make sense. Even on the âgoodâ sides in wars (and Iâm using quotes because all sides kill, and all sides destroy families), soldiers never in their lives beg their generals for the life of the enemy unless the enemy is someone close to them whom they care about. Thatâs how it works. I donât know, maybe people should read more history books or something.
#severus snape#pro severus snape#severus snape defense#severus snape fandom#severus snape analysis#severus snape meta#voldemort#the potters#the longbottoms
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Aside from the fact that I think I might be the only person on the planet who could genuinely be interested in the Executors (I say "could" because my faith in good storytelling from BW is on shaky ground), I fully agree with this post.
And I say this as someone who wasn't sure that the Veil coming down was the right move. But whether someone thinks the Veil should come down or stay up is immaterial. The whole point is that no arguments for the validity of either claim were really ever truly examined. The only reasoning in the game that we get for the Veil remaining intact is that its collapse would "drown the world in demons." Which is... almost a fallacy on its own. Aside from naturally occurring malign spirits (that we learn about from the Mournwatch), demons exist as a direct result of the Veil simply existing.
Perhaps the danger is in not knowing what would happen to all of the mundane, unmagical folk when confronted with the full power of all the raw, unfiltered, chaotic magic of the Fade. But that's still thinking of magic within the confines of the Fade itself. We have no perspective, outside of Solas, on what magic really looks like when the Fade and the mundane world combine. Does it change? Is it still dangerous? Who does it endanger? Are we wrong? Are we right? Who knows? The whole point is that there's never an opportunity to ask those questions. And we have at least three characters fully immersed and available in the story who could provide concrete, first-person, lived and experienced answers.
But we never ask.
We have a spirit of Wisdom who loves answering questions.
And we never ask.
Hell, in addition, we have two dwarves that are connected, isatunolly, with the Titans, who were also there before the Veil.
And we don't get to really ask anything of great value. Even our characters are canonically frustrated with how little we get to ask.
I just think it's very interesting that this game was called Dreadwolf for so long, and then it wasn't. The game we got has very little to do with, and makes very little use of, the Dread Wolf at all. So the game is called The Veilguard. But at no point does the Veilguard really ever.... guard... the Veil. Or make any mention of guarding the Veil. Or have any discussion on why guarding the Veil is so super important or what it even means, especially considering that, in the first 20min of the game, the only real element threatening the Veil is neutralized until the last 10min.
The game, called The Veilguard, isn't about the Veil at all.
In my humble opinion? This game should have been given a title that had more to do with the Blight or the gods or something. Or, given how many times it gets said in game, it could've just been called, "Dragon Age: It's Just So Hard." Even on a meta level, that's a title I could've believed, lol.
All this without even mentioning that one mural memory. We all know the one. The one that falls somewhere between a shameful, textbook retcon and a blatant attempt at gaslighting.
Whoops. I mentioned it, didn't I? Maybe I'll make a longer post about that someday. That's the part of this game that really grinds my gears, the status of the Veil notwithstanding.
In short, I firmly believe that the vilification of Solas is purely based on a retcon (and one that makes no logical sense when properly examined) and it's a hill I'm prepared to die on.
Anyhoops, if someone told me that, even though this game had been in development for 10yrs, the final version of this game was produced from start to finish in 16mos or less, I'd honestly believe it. I also feel like they were 100% shooting for a game that would have DLC afterwards and were told late in their development cycle that there wouldn't be so they tried to gift wrap everything with the ribbons and bows that they had. Like... go to the Halls of Valor and tell me that this is a fully finished game that was intended to be complete from the very beginning.
Castles in the Fade, or What Was the Point of the Veil Anyway
Something that will now haunt me until the end of time is why was the concept of the Veil ever introduced into this series.
Weâve been hearing about it since the very first game. Thereâs a codex entry about tears in the Veil in Origins. Tamlen mentions a thin spot in the Veil if you play a Dalish elf. Sandal has a prophecy in Dragon Age 2: âOne day the magic will come backâall of it. Everyone will be just like they were. The shadows will part and the skies will open wide. When he rises, everyone will see.â Admittedly, this is just one line said by a character who often says odd things, but it hinted to the fact they were planning to do something with the Veil from the very beginning. The state of the Veil is repeatedly brought up. It all had to mean something! Or so I thought.Â
When I saw âThe Dread Wolf Risesâ quest in Veilguard, I said, âOh, here we go!â The Veil is coming down, magic is coming back, and itâs going to set up such an interesting story for the next game.Â
Alas, no.Â
I hadnât really enjoyed my time playing Veilguard up until this point. It felt like the game was ducking and dodging every bit of world building and lore that could possibly bring nuance or complexity to the story. Every returning character or faction was a cardboard cutout of themself. They shoved Solas is a time-out box and gave him nothing to do. They refused to let him have any impact or influence on the story when he had been set up to be our main antagonist back in Trespasser. This game used to be called Dreadwolf! And while we learn about his past⌠we never talk to him about it. In the present, heâs in stasis.
Elgarânan and Ghilanânain are our villains. And they are your typical evil for evilâs sake villains. They are mad, bad, and only as dangerous as the narrative will allow as to not give Rook and co too much trouble. They are surprisingly patient while Rook fixes all their companionsâ problems⌠until Elgarânan moves the moon to cause an eclipse. A vital component in making his own lyrium dagger. For some reason. This guy can move a satellite!? And he just let Rook walk away in previous encounters⌠twice. Ok. Sure.
The Evil Duo need their own dagger ostensibly to tear down the Veil, because they want to unleash the full force of the Blight onto the world. Because they are evil. And they were thwarted last time they tried to Blight the entire world. Why do they think Blighting the world is a good idea? Whatâs the point of ruling a world if everyone is dead? I guess they havenât thought that through, because of the madness and the evilness.
Ok, I thought. Perhaps the gods will be the one to tear down the Veil. Or maybe weâll have a choice to let Solas do it his way before they can, which will be less chaotic and less full of Blight. Because the Veil has to be coming down one way or another? Why introduce the concept of the Veil, especially a Veil that has been thinning and failing since the series began, if itâs just going to⌠stay.
There is a principle in storytelling called Chekovâs gun. If something is mentioned in a story, it must have a purpose. If you keeping mentioning that gun hanging on the wall over the fireplace, itâs because at some point in the story, someone is going to take it down and use it. The Veil felt like Chekovâs gun to me. Chekovâs Veil, if you will. Itâs been here from the beginning of our tale, the spectre hanging over our protagonistsâ heads for multiple games.
The Veil has been a character unto itself. It was the central focus of the third game, and its dissolution was set up to be the core conflict of the fourth game. We learn everything we thought we knew about the Veil was a lie. It was not created by the Maker to separate the Fade from this world because of jealous spirits, it was created by a guy named Solas to trap the elven gods and the Blight from destroying the world. Also, the elven gods were never gods, and they are also evil.
This reveal will surely throw the Andrastian religion into chaos! This puts the very existence of the Maker into question! The Evanuris are a lie; itâs only fair Catholicismâoh, I meanâthe Chantry is a lie too. We briefly touch on that in Veilguard⌠then it is quietly discarded. Religious crisis averted.
But I digress.
When the title of the fourth game was changed from Dreadwolf to Veilguard, I started to see the writing on the wall. Still, I held out hope the Veil would have some greater purpose in the story. That its introduction as a concept was for a reason. That something in this world would change.
Instead, from the get-go, the question of the Veil is no question at all. We only get Solas and Varric making oblique or catastrophizing statements about it. Solas says little beyond he has a plan. If I ever wanted to hear a villain monologue about their plan, it was now! Varric, on the other hand, decries Solasâs plan. He warns that should the Veil fall, it will destroy the world and drown it in demons. And thatâs that.
We never really learn why Solas wants to tear the Veil down, or why he thinks it will help anyone. âThe Veil is a wound inflicted upon this world. It must be healed,â he says. And thatâs basically all he says about it in Veilguard. In Inquisition and Trespasser, we learn it took the immortality from the elves. It cut most of magic off from the world. Spirits are trapped and are being corrupted into demons, and most of what we know about spirits and demons is wrong. There are ancient elves possibly asleep? That part is left vague, but ancient elves are still about. We meet some in Mythalâs temple. There seems to have been some merit in bringing it down, because elves were flocking to Solasâs cause at the end of Trespasser. He had agents working for him already. What do they know that we donât know?
Apparently nothing, because by the time Veilguard rolls around, there are no mention of agents. He is working alone. His only motivation now seems to be heâs too deep in his sunk-cost fallacy. The Veil is unnatural, so it must be removedâconsequences be damned. We are never given any reason to think Solas has a leg to stand on in his pursuit of tearing down the Veil. We never hear any kind of counter argument from anyone, not even Solas, as to why the Veil should come down. We are only told it will destroy the world. It will drown the world in demons. This is all Solasâs fault.
There is no nuance. No complexity. No moral quandary to mull over. The game gives us vague warnings with no explanation as to what exactly is so world-annihilating about the Veil coming down. We must take Varricâs word at face value. Weâre the heroes; Solas is the villain. Stop him.
It makes me wonder why Solas was ever a companion in Inquisition, let alone a romance option. Solas was presented to us as a complicated character in Inquisition. We had the potential throughout the game to make him see the value of this world, to help him realize he was wrong about it. âWe arenât even people to you,â the Inquisitor says in Trespasser. Solas replies, âNot at first. You showed me that I was wrong...again.â He began the third game viewing the world as tranquil, seeing the people in it as nothing more than figments in a nightmare, just as we saw our companions in the In Hushed Whispers quest. He ends the game having made friends, having recognized he was mistaken. He might have even fallen in love. (Or he may still seen no merit in this world if the Inquisitor antagonized him the entirety of their time together.) But something makes him continue with his plan to tear down the Veil, despite recognizing this world is real. He must know something we donât. Something weâll learn about in the next game.
Weâve been hearing about the Veil for three games now. Weâve set up our complex antivillain for the next installment, and heâs going to tear the Veil down. We swear to stop him or save him. But it has to be more complex than that. It canât be so straightforward. Uncomplicated. Simple. Boring. Right? Right?
Nope. He really is just the villain, mustache-twirling and all. He apparently had no greater motivation, no as of yet unrevealed knowledge that would put this whole Veil thing into a new context. It was really as simple as the Veil falling will destroy the world, so Solas must be stopped. There is no new information that is revealed which makes us question what we are doing. Solas is never given any nuance or complexity to his actions. Nuance and complexity have actively been taken away. Both him and the Veil are looking like they are the worst things to be in a story: pointless. Why introduce the Veil if itâs just going to remain unchanged? Why introduce a character like Solas, bother humanizing him (for lack of a better term), giving us his backstory, setting him up as a cunning antagonist, only to make him look stupid, then put him on a shelf until the last ten minutes of your game?
Solas was the trickster archetype of this tale. He was our version of Loki from Norse mythology. What is the role of the trickster archetype? To challenge the status quo. To bring about events of extreme change, like say, the tearing down of a Veil that holds back all of magic. Loki is a huge contributing factor in RagnarĂśk. Through his manipulation, he causes the death of the beloved god, Baldr. This ushers in a long winter, which signifies the beginning of the end. Loki is imprisoned for this crime. When the final battle between gods and giants begins, the sun and moon are swallowed, plunging the earth into darkness. The earth shakes and Loki is freed to fight on the side of the giants. The world burns in raw chaos, falls beneath the sea, and is reborn. The world is remade, and a new realm of the gods and a new, better earth is formed.
It really felt like this was the setup they were going for. Solas causes the death of Mythal, and this is his catalyst for creating the Veil, which ushers in a world without magic. This could be seen as equivalent to the long winter. Solas falls asleep, trapped in dreams. He wakes and sets in motion bringing about the apocalypse. Itâs not a perfect one to one, but itâs there if you squint. We have a war against the gods in Veilguard. I was expecting a few remaining Titans to wake and join the fight. But we don��t get any of that. There is a final battle, but it does not end in the end of the world. Or a better world. It just ends, and everything is the same.
It seems our trickster god caused his apocalypse thousands of years before our story started, when he created the Veil. His role in this tale was over before ours began, and he really is just some relic from a long-past age. He has no role, no purpose in this story. He is here to be thwarted. He is no Loki at all.
If you canât tell, I wanted the Veil to come down. Did I think the Veil coming down would be painless? Have no negative consequences? No. Of course not. But keeping it up has negative consequences too. And it made for an interesting story. Or at least it could have. But we never explore that. The game presents no counter argument to having the Veil stay up, which, again, begs the question: what was the point of introducing the concept of the Veil at all?
Did I think the Veil coming down was actually the best solution to help Thedas become a better place? I donât know, and I never will, because the game never argues for it one way or another. It just tells you to want it in place and to stop asking questions. In real life, a catastrophic event is not the best way to solve any of the worldâs problems. But this is the realm of fiction. We have gods and monsters, magic and myth. We have introduced the status quo of Thedas, recognized it needs to change, then our trickster god appears ready to fulfill his role in the narrative.Â
Instead, it all comes to nothing.
I got to the end of Veilguard⌠and everything was more or less the same as it was at the start of Origins. Veilguard actually tries its hardest to pretend any previously mentioned problems donât exist, so of course the Veil coming down has no merit. There are no problems to solve in this world, apparently. Solas is just stuck in the past and canât get with the times. Silly Solas.
The Veil isnât even a permanent solution. It wasnât to begin with. It was some duct tape wrapped around a broken pipe, and weâve just slapped an extra piece of tape on it. Itâs still leaking. It is still unnatural, and will fall eventually one way or another. Large amounts of bloodshed weaken it, so I guess Thedas better achieve world peace real quick to avoid any battles. There were seven super-powered mages holding it together⌠now there is just one. Ironically, the Veil was going to fall after two more Blights anyway. The Wardens were doing Solasâs work for him! It would also have released the full force of the Blight at that time⌠which Solas was trying to avoid, I presume.
It feels like keeping the Veil up just pushed a big problem onto Thedasâ future generations. Weâll keep slapping bandaids on it until it all falls apart. Someone else can deal with the fallout, but weâll be dead by then, so who cares.
Primarily, I wanted the Veil to come down from a storytelling perspective. The Veil was an interesting concept and I wanted the story to do something interesting with it. Conflict is what makes stories stories and the Veil coming down could create so much compelling and complex conflict. And the Fade is weird, and I like weird. Stories are also about change, and I wanted to see Thedas change. Yet, Veilguard is over, and barely anything has changed. Instead of magic coming back being a conflict for the next game, they went with Fantasy Illuminati. Oh.
The Veil turned out to be a nothing-burger, and no problems in this world are even close to being solved. Slavery is still rampant in Tevinter. The elven people are still oppressed everywhere. Mages have no more rights in the South than they did in Origins. Spirits are still trapped and being corrupted. The Calling still exists, though might be different somehow now? They donât really get into that. The Chantryâs validity is still not allowed to be questioned. The Blight still exists in some form, but again itâs vague. Oh, and we learn the dwarves have been gravely wronged, and the Titans are still tranquil. At least if you redeem Solas and a romanced Lavellan joins him, they can work together on healing the Blight and helping the Titans. Oh, good. One problem is being acknowledged and some action will be taken. Offscreen. Hurray? Solas doesnât have a really great track record of fixing problems, so Lavellan is definitely going to need to be there to make sure he doesnât fuck it up.
For some reason, this game seemed terrified of letting us think about anything for more than two seconds. It shied away from complexity or nuance at every turn. The game is called The Veilguardâironically, that word is never uttered in the gameâbut we are given no real motive for guarding the Veil. Weâre unquestionably the hero. The villains are uncomplicatedly evil. Save the world⌠never wonder what you are doing or why.
I wanted the game to make me question if the Veil staying up or coming down was the right choice. I needed to be given a real counter argument. Convince me the alternative would actually be better or worse, because as I mentioned⌠things suck quite a bit in Thedas already for a lot of people right now. Let the Veilâs fate be a difficult choice to make. If the conflict cannot be what to do about the Veil, it should be am I doing the right thing about the Veil. If the heart of your game is so thin on motive, everything else falls apart around it.
I hoped they were setting up a complex, Thedas-sized existential conflict for this game in Trespasser, but no. I wanted something to happen, but nothing did.Â
I want to feel challenged and changed by a story, not left feeling empty. Iâm tired of superficial entertainment. I want to sink my teeth into a narrative that doesnât paint the world in broad strokes of black and white, good and evil, heroes and villains.
Ultimately, I think my issue is why even introduce a concept like The Veil if youâre not going to do anything interesting with it. Or anything at all. What I thought was Chekovâs Veil turned out to just be a MacGuffin. And thatâs disappointing.
#dragon age#veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#bioware critical#veilguard critical#I promise though that there were also things I really loved about the game too#I'll still play it a buhzillion times#I just feel like I know these people can do so much better#I've seen these same people craft amazing stories#I just wonder what happened#there's likely a lot of drama we're not privy to#that we'll never know
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Hi I really like your OC Characters in your AU and wanted to ask do you plan on adding anymore OC humans or OC Animatronics.
Hellooo!!
Honestly? I most likely will not add any new OCâs into the main story, but in the general world of the AU I will! (If that makes sense??)
So if thereâs side stories, or even some character asks, I most likely will add more OC characters :>
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a year and a day
Everyone knows that if you want to make a deal, you go to Eddie Munson.
Desperate to be rid of Jason once and for all, Chrissy makes a deal with the local demon. The consequences areâŚnot what she expected. A story of friendship, love, and paying oneâs debts.
Chapters: 8/13 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Demon Deals, POV Chrissy Cunningham, Friendship, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Found Family, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, 1990s, Caretaking, Pining
Chapter Eight: January
Chrissy wakes in the early hours of the morning in mid-January, shivering despite the heavy weight of her down winter duvet. Her nose is like ice, and though she doesnât see her breath clouding in the air, it feels like it should be.
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Itâs alright. Itâs alright; the furnace will kick on any second. She just happened to wake up right before the thermostat registers itâs gotten a couple degrees (couple dozen, her unhelpful brain interjects) too cold.Â
Except it doesnât. Seconds tick by, then minutes, and the ducts remain silent, the air frigid.
Alright. Sheâll go back to sleep. Sheâll sleep it off and call the landlord before she leaves for the bus.Â
The thought of going to teach six-year-olds all day after a night of broken, freezing, fitful sleep makes her want to whimper.Â
âIâm not gonna do it,â she whispers. âIâm not.âÂ
Chrissy might have done something stupid. She might have kissed Eddie on New Yearâs Eve, and she might have wanted to sink into his arms and lose herself in that kiss, and she might have hated Steve a little when heâd opened the slider and startled them apart and demanded they come inside and eat cake to âcelebrate the worldâs birthday, people, come on!â
She had been stupid. But then what came after was almost worse. In the after, Eddie tucked a mussed strand of hair back behind her ear, a small, unreadable smile on his face, before he ushered her in out of the cold with a blazing hand against the small of her back, sending shivers down her spine. In the after, Eddie drove her home from the party, and he made sure she had a glass of water on her nightstand, and he kissed her goodnight on the forehead. In the after, in her bed and staring at the ceiling in the wee hours of New Yearâs Day, sheâd realized with an awful, shocking sense of clarity that she had a crush on Eddie.Â
A big one. Huge. Enormous, even. She honestly wasnât sure if crush was too small a word for the feelings filling up her middle like helium.
âStupid,â sheâd whispered aloud to herself in the quiet of her bedroom, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut until she fell asleep.
Upon waking up properly later that morning, Chrissy considered the crush, contemplated having a raging meltdown about the stupidity of developing feelings for oneâs best friend with whom you share a lease, and promptly discarded the notion while downing the cup of coffee that had been waiting for her when she got to the kitchen.Â
All she had to do, sheâd determined, was not allow any further stupidity. She would be smart about it, Chrissy decided. Sheâd taken stock of herself and had identified the best path through these feelings, and after a reasonable amount of consideration and only a little agony, sheâd determined that all she could do was wait it out.Â
After all, it was reasonable to have a crush on Eddie. Natural, even. He makes her laugh and he peels her oranges and he aggressively takes care of in a manner sheâd been entirely unaccustomed to before he became a part of her life.
Not to mention the chest, or the hair, or the arms or the eyes or the razor-sharp smile that always goes a little soft, just for her.Â
Wait it out, sheâd told herself. Sheâd been pretty certain that all she had to do is leave it aloneâlet it run its course. If she could just wait it out, well, certainly Eddie would do something suitably and off-puttingly mannish that would cause her crush to evaporate like dew on the Fourth of July. Sheâd given it one to two business months.Â
However. Â
It has not been one to two business months yet, her crush is still in full effect (maybe even worse, she thinks darkly even as she remembers the photograph Dawn had sent over of Eddie holding both Lizzie and Ben simultaneously), and even though sheâs accepted her crush as natural and normal, antagonizing it is an entirely different can of worms.
And what sheâs thinking about doing right now would definitely count as antagonism.
All in all: A Very Bad Idea.
âDonât, Chrissy,â she tells herself now.
Bad idea.
âNo.âÂ
Terrible.
âNot gonna do it.âÂ
Idiotic, really.Â
ThoughâŚitâs what she would do if she were being normal about things. Which sheâs spent the last couple weeks trying very, very hard to be.Â
âShit.âÂ
Chrissy slips out of bed, practically wincing as the minimal warmth sheâd retained under the covers drops away. A few footsteps and sheâs in the hall, hovering in front of Eddieâs door, dithering like an idiot.Â
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Itâs sad. It doesnât matter if Millie decides to keep the baby or not. Itâs a lose lose because people are going to be upset. If she keeps it, who knows what kind of Viv is sending a message that âwoman are breeding machines and is too cowardly to involve an abortion arcâ or Helluva Boss is turning into the Fairly odd parents or I now hate this show because M&M shouldnât have kids thatâll get tossed around. If she aborts. One word: Mouthwashing
FOR REAL! If she aborts, I can't imagine the floodgates that would open. It would become a fucking nightmare. I doubt Viv would do that tho. Honestly, the best-case scenario would be adoption, but I also don't write the story.
Frankly, I think it would be a good idea for Millie to keep the baby. It would be nice for Stolas to see what a functional family is like and what he and Via could become. For narrative purposes, that makes the most sense.
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