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jeonggukingdom · 6 years ago

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dick on the go (m)

❖ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

❖ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Crack

❖ Summary: It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it. ❖ Word Count: 20.752 words

❖ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, cuss words, masturbation, oral (giving/receiving), rough sex, daddy kink, use of several toys, hair pulling, a drop of orgasm denial, unprotected sex, very subtle degradation.

You take a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the familiar scenery outside the train’s window, and it almost feels like your insides are unclenching and relishing in the feeling of being free after so many months lived squished together.

You have made this journey back and forth hundred times in the past five years or so and you know every inch of the road by memory but it doesn’t hinder its healing effects on both your body and mind.

The ride is a couple of hours long but you do enjoy every last bit of it, at least when it’s bringing you back home.

Your home is more than just a place with four walls and a roof on top, no, home is your roots an, ultimately, that inner part of you, the true self you are forced to hide under fake masks to survive in the city.

Big cities can be beautiful, definitely entertaining and fun to go to because they offer so many possibilities but they also require for you to have a shield around your heart, a persona to protect your inner and most delicate self for there is no space for peculiarity among thousands and thousands of similar-looking people. You are simply a part of the mass that nobody would recognize or even care to.

There was a time when you felt like a big fish in a very small pond but after living in the city for such a long time you came to realize you are nothing but a very tiny drop into the endless sea. Insignificant, quickly replaceable and definitely not that unique.

In your hometown, there are many that envy your work, your reputation and there are many more that strive to arrive where you did, to leave the countryside and become a person of the city.

It’s not that you hate the city per-say, you wouldn’t live there if that were to be the case, but in your far smaller hometown it feels like you can breathe again as if you were holding your breath for a long time without even realizing it.

Every mile the train eats with its speed is one step closer to freedom and Lord knows how much you have missed this feeling.

The day is coming to an end when you finally arrive at the train station, sky tinted in bright hues of orange and pink, and you breathe in loudly, closing your eyes in the process. The countryside’s air beats the city’s one hands down.

You drag your suitcase behind your back, instantly regretting putting so much stuff in there when you’re going to stay for only a week but, in your defense, it is something you have picked up in the big city. Always be prepared for every occasion, they taught you and, some habits, honestly, are hard to vanquish.

A taxi is not something hard to find outside the train station and you feel an exhilarating excitement when you realize you won’t have to launch yourself inside a cab and you also won’t have to argue with somebody else to take their seat or keep yours and, honestly, it’s a mother-fucking-dream.

The little city tour on the cab is a classic when you come back and it’s not like you don’t have people that would come to pick you up if you asked.

But on a cab, you can ask a stranger to take the longer route and they wouldn’t care too much about it, especially when they can get more money out of it. It is stupid, there is no doubt about it, but you miss the neighborhoods you used to walk by every day, you miss your favorite shops and even the outline of your High School in the middle of the city.

The street that leads to your house is quiet and it’s a stark contrast with the crowd and loudness you are used to experiencing in front of your apartment building down to the big city and, even that desolation is something you have utterly missed. Some well deserved peace, at last.

The driver leaves you a few houses down your own, complying with your request, and you stretch your arms widely, a smile plastered on your lips.

Despite the heavy bag behind your back, you walk serenely on the sidewalk, enjoying the warm air that caresses your face and relish in the familiar sight of the houses you have known for all your life.

You have walked these steps thousands of times, hell, you have run on this street hundreds of times to sneak out of your room at night or even to sneak back in before you were caught.

So many good memories. Yes, all of them. You have found out later in life that even those embarrassing moments, even the ones you wanted to forget with all your might when you were younger they have all turned into memories you cherish deeply within your heart because, whether they were bad or really good, they still shaped you in who you are today and they all belong to a time of your life that was far more simple than your adult one.

You are almost out of breath when you reach your front yard, your suitcase lying at your side in all its heaviness and you take a moment to breathe back in and look around and familiarize back with the houses you have frequented a ton of times as a kid.

Your gaze crosses the street and a smile stretches on your lips as it stills on the house of your best friend since middle school.

Oh, what a short-lived smile yours is when you finally register the change at the other side of the road.

Right across from your eyes there is a house but it is not the one you have known your whole life, oh no. This building is new and that would be almost interesting if it weren’t for the neon logo shining above its white walls.

Finals were close, almost too close actually, and you were cramming like crazy, sprawled on the floor of your bedroom with the hope that the discomfort your body was in would keep you awake and focused enough for you to keep on studying.

Your best friend, Taehyung, was lying much more comfortably on your bed, loudly playing video-games on his phone.

“You should study too, you know?” You reprimanded, cringing at the way you sounded just like your mother, and he whined like a little kid would have, slightly pouting in your general direction.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Well, you gotta! What if we fail all of our exams and we don’t get to graduate? And what if we do graduate but not a single University wants us? And what if we can’t get a decent job or even a job to being with?”

You felt your lungs constrict at all the bad scenarios playing in your head like a bad omen.

“God, you’re stressing me out,” he groaned out, not even bothering to look at you, eyes still pretty glued over his phone screen.

“That’s because you should? Like everyone else? How are you so freaking calm?!”

You closed your book a little bit to forcefully and literally flung yourself on your bed, right next to him to take a peek at the game he was playing.

“Well, I have a backup plan, that’s why.”

“What backup plan?”

You could swear to God it was your first time hearing the existence of a backup plan and it almost made you feel stupid for not having one as well.

“If nothing works out I’ll probably just mop floors at Starbucks for a couple of years, just enough for me to have some money and open up my own shop.”

“Your own shop?” Oh, how that stung your heart. Not because it was a dream of yours but because you hadn’t known he wanted one for himself? You genuinely thought you knew everything about Kim Taehyung. Well, maybe because he knew everything about you.

“Yeah, if nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He put the phone down and raised his eyebrows at you, fighting hard not to laugh in your face.

“Oh my fucking God!” You threw your cushion on his nose, making him yelp in surprise before starting laughing at you and your rage while simultaneously trying to defend himself and pin you down on the mattress.

“Jokes on me for trying to have a serious conversation with bloody Kim Taehyung!”

You hissed, trapped under his far stronger hands but, truthfully, that was just the beginning of an endless afternoon spent doing anything but study.

Fighting with cushions and call each other silly names was the outcome of one of your last days together as seniors in High School and for a very long time, you considered that day to be one of the happiest of your life as a teenager.

Your mouth is agape and you realize how silly you must look standing there, looking like you just saw a ghost or something far more horrifying, but you find yourself incapable of moving a single muscle while still in the process of realizing what you are looking at.

A green zucchini intermittently flashes before you, topped by a blue fixed writing that reads ‘Dick on the Go’ in a fancy calligraphy font.

All the stillness of your body washes out in an instant, subdued by utter rage.

“Fucking Kim Taehyung!” you shriek out loud, stomping your feet on the ground like a goddamn kid, and you find yourself crossing the street in an instant, your luggage is already forgotten. It is a mistake you would never make in the big city where thieves lurk in the dark every second of the day, waiting for a little distraction to steal anything they can from you, even your undergarments if they can reach far enough.

Oh, the beauty of a chill countryside, you’d think when finding your belongings still there later that day but, in the current moment, all thoughts that don’t contemplate murdering your best friend are inconsequential.

You stomp on the concrete floor with the grace of a bull in a china shop and only come to a halt when you are facing the closed door of the shop.

Of course, working hours have come to an end with the end of the day and you are about to give up and move on to plan B — which would include screaming your lungs out to him over the phone while you walk to reach his house and wrap your hands around his neck — when you notice a cardboard sheet hanging from the door.

It looks utterly obnoxious and made by a five-year-old with a passion for pink, purple and Barbies but the little penises designed around it turn it utterly disturbing.

‘Ring to the back entrance’ it reads and oh, you motherfucking will.

You walk around the house, your vision turned red by fury and anyone close enough to see the look on your face would realize you are out for blood.

You stop in front of a small door tinted in a bright fuchsia color and you impatiently ring the bell, feet stomping on the ground as you struggle to keep your rage at bay until the catalyst of it all shows up at the door.

He does, in fact, show up but all words are trapped in your throat the moment you realize he is dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe.

“Oh! ______, I didn’t know you were coming!” He says, smiling one of his dazzling smiles that would usually fool you but that now makes you even more baffled because he doesn’t seem at all fazed by his lack of proper clothing.

“What the hell is going on here? I thought you were still working at Starbucks?” You finally ask, though far more quietly than you first intended it to be.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you about this,” he gestures to the building with a glint of pride in both his mannerism and his voice, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh, you most definitely succeeded,” you mutter to yourself as he ushers you inside the shop.

You are suddenly made aware of the loud music playing inside of it and as you follow him behind a curtain you realize the shop isn’t just a shop. It’s a bloody nightclub.

The floors are black and the lights are a pretty shade of pink, lighting up a stage where models stand in their flimsy underwear and you feel like gagging on your own breath because you weren’t ready at all for the spectacle before your very eyes.

“I’m very sorry I have to leave you like this but I have a show to host tonight!”

Taehyung half-shouts in your ears and you are about to retort something or, rather, you’re about to ask him a gazillions questions but he disappears before you can even stop him and oh-my-God-what-in-the-world-is-he-doing? Is your next thought as you watch him take off his robe to stand on the stage in nothing but a flimsy thong that conceals pretty much nothing at all and yes, Taehyung is handsome, he has always been, but he’s like a brother to you and now you want to pull your motherfucking eyes out of their sockets and forget you have ever seen any of this.

His voice booms through the small club, amplified by the microphone, and the small crowd cheers loudly for him.

You only then realize that many of these people, both men and women, you actually know and, Lord, why can’t the ground just swallow you whole right now so that you can pretend in the morning that this was all just a really weird dream?

The music gets louder in your ears and you start to fear it may turn you deaf at this rate but you have no time to indulge in the thought before Taehyung starts introducing the ‘items’, as he so lovely introduced them, exhibited on the stage.

What you thought to be a club turns out to be a place where he shows off the most recent acquires of his shop and, despite the line of work, you do have to admit that it is rather genius, especially when the product is hanging nicely on the body of hot models, not even you can resist from goggling at.

A pretty girl with skin white as ivory and hair dark as coal is elegantly walking on the stage in a black laced bust that has everything covered but what it’s supposed to cover. Her breasts look nice, granted, framed in lace and nips covered by two little dots of black but it makes you feel wildly conscious of the way your body would look in that tiny little thing and it’s a thought you’d rather avoid dwelling on to.

The next model is a tall man, all muscles and tan skin, and you try with all your might to look away from him but you find it impossible to do when he’s dressed in nothing but a few strings of leather, shaped to look like a harness, and his member is barely concealed by his own hand. He looks like a Greek statue and you find yourself almost drooling over the nice shape of his ass but that’s before your eyes land on his balls, so out in the open it makes your cheeks feel as warm as a thousand suns.

You watch almost the entirety of the show, unable to look away from any of it but you do draw the line once he presents the newest sex toy of the month: “the magic tongue.”

With dread you watch the spectators come closer to the stage to watch the little item with wild curiosity and a shiver runs down your spine not because sex toys are something you have never seen, or tried, but because you have no idea how you will be able to look any of these people in the eyes after tonight without thinking back to this very moment.

Taehyung’s voice, the booming music and the faint chit-chat of people all mix together in a cacophony of sounds you are more than happy to tune out while focusing your eyes on the walls behind your back, finally noticing how big this place must be to not only be a shop in the front, but also some sort of club in the back.

A hand comes in touch with your shoulder and you jump on the spot, turning around with your fists turned up high because that’s another amazing lesson the city has taught you but, obviously, it is not a threat but just a very confused Taehyung that is facing you.

“Woah, calm down, what is it with the fists?”

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” you reply, blood rushing to your face and turning it feverish to the touch.

He decides not to comment on your words but he can’t hide the flick of concern inside his eyes and your heart warms up for it but, of course, it is not even remotely enough to quench your anger.

“We should probably go somewhere quieter so we can talk,” he says, instead, and you nod your head in agreement while trying to ignore the sounds of excitement coming from what you suppose you could call dance floor.

“Ok, wait for me in front of the shop’s door, I’ll be there in a second.”

“I swear to God Taehyung if you turn right n-” your words get stuck in your throat as he does precisely what you asked him not to do and your eyes inevitably gaze down to the exposed curve of his ass and, awfully, to his sack.

Your hands fly to your face to cover your eyes while you groan out loud, wishing you could pour acid in those eyeballs and remove the memory from your consciousness.

“Ah, so dramatic,” he says, chuckling, “It’s just an ass, plus, you know I have a fine one.”

You peek through your open fingers just in time to watch him loudly smack his own bottom cheeks and you struggle not to gag at the image forever printed inside your brain.

“I hope you realize you just scarred me for life!”

He laughs loudly at your words but does not stop walking down the corridor that has led you to the club but, this time, he’s following the opposite direction and you wonder why he just didn’t let you tag along up to the shop.

Either way, you do not question it too much and when you hear a woman shriek loudly in excitement inside the club you take it as your cue and leave the place with fast steps.

The air feels nice again on your hot skin and you take a few moments to breathe in loudly in the vain attempt to process all that has happened in the span of less than thirty minutes since your return.

Your steps feel heavy as you walk back to the front door, the number of questions swirling in your mind increasing with each passing second.

The door flies open the moment you arrive in front of it and it’s with utter relief that you notice your best friend is now dressed in a simple black tracksuit like any other normal person out there.

He welcomes you with one of his infamous rectangular smiles and you inevitably feel your heart soften for it, your anger dissipating slowly the more you look at it. It’s like looking at the sun after being stuck in the rain for months and you kind of hate him for it. Kim Taehyung is a bloody ray of sunshine and he has always had this power over you and your emotions and, rumors say nobody can really stay mad at him for a very long time. And you most definitely fit in the rumor.

You follow him inside the shop and it takes a lot of self-preservation to not glance around the many items on the shelves, right at the corners of your eyes.

It is not like you have never seen a sex toy, or try to use one for that matter, but there is something about being in a sexy shop with your best friend that unsettles you. You had never thought you’d grow up to be a prude, honestly, but evidently, you had been wrong because everything about this situation makes you uncomfortable to a whole new level.

“No more moping the floors, uh?” You say to break off the silence and he chuckles, gesturing at his shop with so much pride you almost feel compelled to compliment him on it.

“I told you I had a backup plan, didn’t I?” He asks and there is mirth in both his eyes and the curve of his lips and you feel the anger seep back in through your bones.

“Yeah, when we were two stupid kids about to graduate.”

Your voice tone comes out harsher than you intend it to be and it successfully wipes away the smile from Taehyung’s features and you feel a pang of guilt within your heart over it.

Kim Taehyung has always been the type to do whatever he wants despite what people think but he has also always been the type that can be easily hurt but people’s words and their expectations of him. It must be like a knife cutting through his skin for you to turn into just another person that does not understand him nor support him.

“Well, yeah, we were kids and probably very stupid but this idea, this... project is probably one of the best things I ever thought of,” his eyes narrow on you as you shake your head, finally taking a glance over the shop.

It is big and full of all the things you would want from a sexy shop. The floor and walls are painted black but the shelves are a nice neon pink that makes the toys pop out even more and you would never admit it out loud but it does look quite good.

“A sexy shop, Taehyung.” You say, your voice still cutting through his skin and you sadly watch him trouble his bottom lip whilst looking for the right words.

“So what? It’s still a business... a quite good one if I dare say so myself.”

“Oh, you mean with all the horny women in the back drooling over your models or, worse, your naked ass?”

There is something about your words that seems to flare him up, strike a hot spot and start the flames of a raging fire within his heart.

“Seriously, ______, when was the last time you didn’t have a stick up your ass?”

Your mouth opens to retort something witty and intelligent but the words seem to be stuck in your throat for a bit too long and you have to close it again, letting silence fall between you two.

“Why in front of my house, though? Like, it’s not even in the center of the city or around other shops?”

“Ah, I see, that’s what’s bothering you?” He tilts his head to the side and scoffs, incredulity written all over his face.

“Well, I have been moping floors for years now and yes, I did save up a nice amount of money but not enough for me to be picky so I’m sorry if my little shop here offends your...” he fixes his gaze over the tenseness of your body and the way you tap nervously on the floor, looking for the right word to describe you, “Prudery.”

“I’m not a prude Taehyung, it’s just weird to me, ok? I never thought you meant to actually open a sexy shop, especially not with that obnoxious name and you can’t get offended by that because it’s exactly how you defined it yourself back then,” you point a finger up to his chest and a small smile appears back on his features, “And I didn’t expect it to be right in front of the house I grew up in, we grew up in and I most definitely did not expect to see your balls out and about tonight, thank you very much for the horrific memory, by the way.”

By the time you end your speech, he is laughing and you can’t help but laugh with him too because it all still feels so surreal you could wake up any time now and realize it was all just a weird-ass dream.

“Well, when you put it like that,” he concedes but he smirks slightly and it makes you shiver because you know oh-too-well that glint in his eyes and you don’t like it in the least.

“When was the last time you had a good fuck, though?”

“Excuse me?” You try to ignore the way your cheeks seem to catch on fire as blood rushes all to your head because oh, that struck a nerve.

“You look so tense and on edge...” He continues, tilting his head to the side as to study you further, “In my experience, that’s a giving sign of sexual frustration.”

“Oh my fucking God I’m going to murder your sorry ass,” you growl and launch yourself at him just like you used to when you were both kids that relished in pissing off each other.

“Oh come on, ______, I’ve known you since you were like, five, you don’t need to be embarrassed!”

He is laughing as you try to strangle him, very unimpressed by your physical strength.

There had been a time when you had been stronger than him but those days are long over now that he is a grown man that also happened to discover the existence of a gym.

“Seriously, though, you should really loosen up a bit, you’re like in constant rage mode.”

You growl at him, almost wishing your nails were long and pointy like the ones you see every girl in the city sporting and a part of you now understands why. Oh, you’d definitely put them to good use right now.

“Ok, fine, fine! I won’t mention your sexual life or lack thereof anymore, I promise.”

You side-eye him but still let go of his shirt and he exhales loudly, taking a curious look around the room.

“But,” he starts and you scoff at him, ready to assault him anew if he decides to push your boundaries again, “I gifted something to all my friends so I don’t see why you should make an exception.”

There it is again, the little sting. His friends, the ones that knew about this, the ones that probably helped him and cheered him up. The ones that were there when he finally opened the shop and the ones that were there to congratulate him.

It makes you think a lot whether it was really because he wanted to surprise you or because he knew you’d react like this once you found out.

“You can pick anything you want from the shelves, it’s all on me.”

“What? You want me to pick a sex toy?” You ask, bewildered as he motions through the shelves, encouraging you to take a look.

“Well, that’s what I sell so I don’t see why not.”

You scoff and shake your head and this time it is not because of your so-called prudery but because you know for a fact those things have no effect on you.

“What?” He asks and you don’t like the hint of mockery you can hear in his voice, “Don’t tell me... you never used one before?”

“Oh my God, you are impossible!”

He laughs at you, pointing his finger now that he is wrongly and completely sure you have never seen, touched or used any of the things he sells.

“I have tried them if you really must know, but they are not that special.” You regret this confession the moment his features shift, turning from mirth to disbelief as the depth behind them gets clearer in his head.

“Wait, you mean you never... you know?”

His mouth is agape and it makes you want to punch him in the face because one, he looks like a poor meme of a fish and two because you can feel the moment he’ll start to ridicule you coming closer.

“What? I have never what?” You hiss, your face feeling as hot as the bloody sun due to the embarrassment.

“You never had an orgasm with any toy?” He inquires further, looking at you as if you are some rare creature he has never seen before and deeply wants to study now that he has discovered it.

All you want to do is disappear and forget this whole talk that just happened and you sure as hell do not want to answer his question but, somehow, your mouth opens and the words come out in a strangled whisper before you can usher them back in.

“I’m not even sure I ever had an orgasm at all...”

“Wait, are you serious right now or are you just shitting me?” He looks almost comical in his flabbergasted state and, honestly, if it wasn’t your sexual life being judged you would probably laugh at him but mirth is not something you manage to feel when your eyes are watering with frustration and shame.

“Taehyung!” You whine, your eyes fixing on your shoes because you seriously can’t look him in the eyes now, if ever again.

“Oh my God you are serious, wow, that is so sad.” You can feel your heart falling in your chest at his words and you don’t even know why you care about his opinion on this particular matter but the pity in his voice awakens something within you, something you ignored for a very long time.

“What lousy fuckers have you met in the city, seriously.” He presses forward and you can hear a hint of laughter in his voice or maybe it truly is just your imagination but it is enough to drive you away from the scenery and probably never return again.

“Ok, this is where I draw the line, I’m leaving, good-fucking-bye.”

You turn on your heels, aiming for the door but you are kept in place by his firm hand around your wrist.

“Wait, wait, wait,” His voice sounds softer to your ears and you let that timbre fool you enough for you to turn around, ready to listen to his next words.

You turn in time to see him grab a toy from one of the top shelves right next to you and your blood starts to boil in your veins. You are one second away from being outraged and railed up enough to attempt murdering him again.

“Before you go, take this, I swear to God you will thank me in the morning.”

With a devilish smile, he puts a pink vibrator in your hands and you can’t help yourself but look at it and notice the shape of two rabbit ears at the end of the long shaft. It doesn’t look like anything you have ever used and it also looks mildly terrifying because you have no idea how to use the damn thing.

“Taehyung...” You hiss, glaring at him in a way you hope is going to be enough for him to drop the subject but you obtain quite the contrary effect.

He hits his forehead with the palm of his hand and turns around to grab a bottle you are far too familiar with. Lube.

“I almost forgot, you’ll probably need this as well.”

You hate the feigned innocence in his expression and oh, how badly you want to punch it off of him.

“Taehyung, I swear if you don’t cut the shit I’ll make you swallow the damn thing.”

“Hot.” He muses, chuckling.

“Taehyung!”

“Can you please indulge me for just one time?” His eyes turn a bit more serious and you unconsciously start to trouble your bottom lip, hating yourself because you are still considering his offer despite the terrible experiences you have had before.

“If you seriously hate it you can come here tomorrow morning and throw the bloody thing in my face and I won’t stop you. Deal?”

You don’t know if it’s the prospect of hitting him with a vibrator that convinces you or maybe that innate desire of always being on the winning side but before you can realize in what kind of situation you are throwing yourself in, you open your mouth and successfully put a gravestone on your tomb.

“Deal.”

The moon shines brightly in the sky as you leave Taehyung’s shop, walking as fast as your feet allow you to so that nobody will be able to spot the shop’s logo on the plastic bag you’re clutching to your chest like your life depends on it.

It is only when you arrive in front of your yard that you realize your luggage has been abandoned there for quite a long time and it’s with subsequent relief that you notice not a single thing appears to be missing nor out of place.

You sigh heavily and decidedly open up your suitcase to shove inside the vibrator your best friend has just gifted you because yes, you are an adult and your parents are not oblivious to your active sexual life — despite it being very flat and very close to non-existent — but you really do not wish to let them know any details of that portion of your life if you can help it.

You put a smile on your face and gingerly walk to your door, trying to gain back the feeling of easiness and happiness that usually comes with your arrival back home.

The doorbell rings through the house and its sound alone throws you back in time when you were a kid dying to hear that sound because it meant your friends — well, Taehyung, at least — had come to play and you could escape the confinements of your room and boredom to play with them.

Your mother opens the door and a smile stretches immediately on her features, so similar to your own you can’t help but mirror it and then throw your arms against her frame, hugging her close to your chest because you have missed her, her perfume, her meals and everything you wanted to get away from when you were younger and ready to take over the world.

Despite the ups and downs of your arrival, the evening passes quickly in the company of your lovely parents and it feels nice to talk about everyday stuff without filters and it also feels nice to just sit in silence in front of the tv, relishing in each others’ presence and warmth.

Your room looks just like you have left it when you went away for college and even after so many years you can’t find the will to change it yourself. You grew up, of course, many of the clothes in the wardrobe do not even fit you anymore and you certainly have changed your tastes in music over time. Overall, it almost looks like the bedroom of someone foreign but, you like it just the way it is because every detail inside of it is so personal and it was so carefully chosen back then that your heart warms with memories every time your eyes land on something you didn’t remember being there.

Your bedroom in the city looks nice, just like a picture out of a magazine but it doesn’t have personality nor something that screams your name to whoever may walk in it and that’s why you will never change this room right here, even when it clearly belongs to a seventeen-year-old senior girl about to graduate and leave for college.

You close the door behind your back and hop onto the bed, relishing in how soft it feels under your tired body and most importantly how freshly cleaned it smells like. You know your mother still cleans your room as if you live with them and it makes you feel guilty at times, especially when you are away, but when you are back it’s like a bloody dream. Everything is tidy and smells wonderful and even that is something very different from what you are used to in the city.

Your mother would probably scold you to no end if she could see the state you left your apartment in. But sometimes, when the workday gets too long and you are too tired, honestly, being tidy is not your number one priority and it clearly shows when you muster the courage to clean everything and return your place to a decent one.

You huff and sprawl on the bed, legs and arms wide on its surface as you stare at the ceiling, a pout on your mouth.

Ever since you walked through the door of your childhood house all you can think about is the secret held inside your suitcase and what you are going to do with it.

You rest on your side and lock your gaze on your luggage, rummaging through the many things that could go wrong if you happen to decide to try out the so-called gift Taehyung has given you.

You could lie, you think. You could tell him it didn’t work for you in the morning and just leave it at that.

It would be a good solution but there is this part of you that is curious and there’s also this tiny part of you that wants it to work. You have tried stuff, you have been with a decent amount of men and at some point in your life you decided to give it up because clearly, pleasure wasn’t something you could achieve sexually.

But what if it doesn’t have to be like this?

You bite your bottom lip, still unsure on what to do and after long minutes you get off your bed in frustration and almost rip open the luggage to get to the object of your desire.

Your heart is hammering in your chest even though you know your parents are sound asleep but still, the idea of them catching you trying to pleasure yourself in your childhood bedroom scares you to no end. And you would never admit it aloud, but it excites you too in some twisted way.

You dim the lights in your room to create some sort of atmosphere whilst feeling extremely stupid the whole time. You are incredibly awkward and if Taehyung could see you right now he’d probably laugh his ass off.

“This is so stupid,” you mutter to yourself as you get under the covers, trying to relax and stop thinking about what you want or not want to happen.

You wet your lips and take a deep breath and, lord, it almost feels like losing your virginity all over again because the knot inside your stomach is as tight as it was back then.

“It’s just a fucking sex toy, it’s not rocket science.” You hiss to yourself as you uncap the bottle of lube, quickly spreading it on the rabbit-looking toy within your hands.

You gulp down and turn it on, always the control freak that needs to know exactly what is going to happen and how it is going to happen all the bloody time.

You marvel at the little rabbit ears, vibrating alongside with the shaft and you finally realize their purpose and boy, is that excitement that you feel building between your legs?

You have felt desire before, you have felt need but it never culminated into an orgasm or even a hint of pleasure before and you don’t know if it’s because Taehyung was so shocked by your confession or what but, for the first time in a very long time, you want that to change. Tonight.

You quickly get out of your pajama pants and proceed to remove your underwear which, with mild surprise, you notice to be wet with your arousal.

You stroke your sex a few times to make the lube’s job easier and, breathing in, you start working the vibrator in.

The shaft is still as you carefully move it past your folds and you are almost surprised by how your walls stretch around it without much resistance and it makes you wonder: did really the prospect of changing things aroused you this much?

You shake your head, pushing all thoughts out of it to focus only on your pleasure and what feels good at this moment.

The vibrator is well sheathed inside of you when you finally decide to turn it on, the rabbit ears slightly pressed over your mound.

The vibrations take you by surprise because they come in not-synchronized waves so that your presumably pleasure spots are continuously stimulated and you have no time to concentrate too much on either of them.

You rest your body against the mattress and close your eyes, relaxing the muscles of your neck as you give in to the idea of finally unlocking something within you.

Your fingers blindly play with the settings of the toy and you let your body decide what feels best for it, for once letting everything but your mind do the work.

The slight curve of the vibrator hits a particularly sensitive spot within you and you find yourself sighing at the sensation. Your eyes open as you realize the sound that just came out of your mouth and your heart starts hammering in your chest.

You push the vibrator further within you, searching with its head that delightful spot again so you can experience that sensation again and give it a name and oh, when you do, a closed window seems to open within you, finally letting the sun in where once there was only darkness.

The rabbit-like ears vibrate and turn around your mound and even that sensation is suddenly a pleasurable one and not something that leaves you completely indifferent.

Your eyes close as you twist around the settings a little more, making the vibrations stronger and quicker and Lord, how good that feels.

Is this why people are so fixated with sex? Is this what other people had been experiencing all along? Because it is utter bliss and oh, you so do not want it to stop.

You find yourself emitting sounds you had no idea you could produce and you tilt your head to the side to bite down on your cushion and stifle them enough for your parents to remain asleep.

You can feel the pleasure building within you in foreign waves that you have no idea how to control or to handle and, for the first time in your life, you don’t even want to. It feels good to give in, to let something do its work and take control over you and, as you completely give in into this moment, that’s when the orgasm surprisingly arrives, tinting everything white and turning your body into a quivering mess.

You can feel your juices dripping down between your legs but you can’t find in yourself the will to care about it, your mind still hazed by the intense release you have been waiting for years.

You don’t remember after how long you finally get up, clean yourself and hide the toy inside your purse but in the morning, you can clearly recall all the events that led to your very first orgasm and most importantly, how amazing you felt right after.

The sun shines brightly high up in the sky as you briskly cross the street to knock on your best friend’s shop door, his little gift secretly tugged inside your purse, away from prying eyes.

You stop in front of the door, troubling your bottom lip as you take side glances to the street in nervousness. It takes you a few seconds and a lot of controlled breaths for you to push the door open and enter inside the obnoxious shop again.

It is with utter relief that you notice not a single client is there at this early hour and you quickly walk to Taehyung, sitting on the counter with the most heinous smirk you have had the misfortune to witness.

“Oh, look who has returned,” he says, assessing you with his attentive gaze and as his lips curve deeper you know he has already realized he has won the first round in this battle.

“Wipe off that awful smirk off of your face,” you hiss, putting the wrapped up toy on the counter with a little too much enthusiasm.

“I will if you admit I won.”

Oh, if you could erase that smug expression out of his face you would definitely do it. If there is something that everyone around you knows is that you’re a very sour loser and you hate being wrong. Of course, Taehyung knows this very well too and he never drops the chance to rub his win to your face whenever he can.

“It wasn’t a competition.” You hiss, your face feeling feverish hot with the blood that has rushed there from both the rage and the shame.

He cocks his eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Oh, but it would have been if you had won, or am I mistaken?” He calmly speaks those words but you can sense the mirth laced in them.

“Shut up and tell me how you did it.”

“How I did what?” This time there is no hilarity hidden in his words but true bewilderment.

“You know... made me...?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and the words you speak feel as tight in your throat as rocks would have.

You watch his eyebrows shoot up in realization and his mouth falling agape as he finally picks up all the pieces of the puzzle and puts them together.

“Wait, you really weren’t shitting me last night? You mean... I gave you your first orgasm?!”

You know there isn’t a single living soul inside the shop right about now but you still hiss at him, looking around just to make sure it is a secret known only by him and not the rest of the city.

Your heart hammers in your chest and your head sinks between your shoulders. You have no idea why it feels so shameful to admit that aloud but it does and you find yourself unable to hold his gaze now that the secret is out.

“Oh Lord, poor thing.”

You hate the pity in his voice and the way your body reacts to it: shrinking in itself a little bit more as if it was trying to disappear into itself and never be seen again.

Your eyes shoot up and your knuckles turn white around the counter as you try to gain back that menacing look you had on just yesterday when you first discovered this place.

“Taehyung for the love of God can you stop making fun on my sexual life?”

Your best friend sighs, nodding his head a little as he finally takes into account your feelings, hopefully moving aside the fact that, indeed, it was thanks to him that you finally discovered what pleasure feels like.

“I’m sorry it’s just that... how? I mean, I get lousy sex partners but not even your nice fingers could do the job?”

Oh, you were wrong. You thought he was going to drop the bloody subject and just make you pry to his secrets but no, more awkward questions are leaving his mouth and you honestly have not a single answer to give.

“I don’t know how! If I had known we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?”

“True.”

Silence falls between you two and you start troubling your bottom lip until you can feel the awful taste of copper in your mouth and that seems to be the catalyst to your will to pose the question anew.

“So, how did you do it?”

Taehyung smiles as he unwraps the toy from the pink bag, looking at it as if it were a piece of art and you almost gag on air at the sight of him, so entranced by a bloody vibrator.

“Well, this little toy right here is one of the ladies’ favorite so, there’s that,” He says before putting it back down with a slight pout on his mouth, “But I can’t give you the answers you need, _____.”

Your brows knit and he shakes his head before sighing, finally looking somewhat serious.

“Pleasure comes in different ways for everyone. What feels good to you may feel awful or like nothing to me and vice versa. There is no rule or equation to solve in a matter like this.”

A few seconds pass as you ponder his words and you watch with dread a little smirk forming on his lips.

“But...”

“But?”

“I bet I can make you come again, multiple times.”

Your saliva seems to get stuck in your throat in a vain attempt to suffocate you and honestly, if survival instinct and all that shit didn’t exist, you’d gladly let it because this is not how you wanted this whole conversation to be like.

“Multiple times?” You snicker at him, your eyes glossy with the aftermath of your almost-suffocation.

“Yes.”

“Oh, please, Taehyung, don’t get ahead of yourself,” you promptly reply, trying to hide the way your body has tensed after his words because, lord, what would you do to know how that feels like when a single orgasm has turned your whole world upside down.

“Want to bet?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. The little fucker knows all your weak points and oh, do you love to win bets but, this time there is something stopping you from quickly accepting the challenge.

“No?! What’s in it for me... no wait, what do you want?” Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles slightly, suddenly assuming his most fake innocent look ever.

“Well, if you win, I will move my shop somewhere far from your childhood home so you don’t have to look at my hideous logo ever again.” A devilish smirk twists his features and a shiver runs down your spine as he opens his mouth again, his voice incredibly low and laced with something you can only address as desire, “But if I win I get to fuck you every night until you leave for the city again.”

“What?!” To say that you are shocked would be an understatement. Of all the things he could have asked for he asks for... sex? With you?

“These are my terms.” He simply states and you hate how calm he looks when your heart is beating like a fucking drum inside your chest.

“Deal.” You hiss because truly, you would do anything now to break his confidence and bend his ego.

“Really?” You relish in the surprised look on his face and you smirk because you may go down but oh, you will go down fighting.

“Yeah, there is no way you’re going to win this and I can’t wait to kick your sorry ass away from my neighbor.”

“OK, then. Meet me here tonight at nine. I’m going to give you the most toe-curling orgasm you will ever experience.”

You leave the shop with rage written all over your face but you can’t hide to yourself the way excitement has coiled in your insides in utter anticipation and you hate him for it because you don’t want to lose the bet but, at the same time, everything makes you wonder if it would really be a loss in the first place.

You stand in front of the mirror feeling like the stupidest human being to ever walk the Earth because one, you have accepted a bet with your best friend that includes sex in it and two, because you are actually dressing up for it.

The black and dangerously slow dress fits your body to perfection: it is tight around your waist and wide on your hips, successfully helping in creating that perfect hourglass figure you always desired to possess; it nicely hugs your breasts, turning them into something inviting even to your own eyes and it leaves your collarbone and neck completely free and naked which is something you have learned boys love to see.

Boys. Not Taehyung. Not your best friend.

You stare at your red lips, matched with the cherries printed on your dress and you move to smear it away from your mouth and forget you ever put it there.

It feels stupid to dress up for him when you had never had any desire to be with him in the first place and it feels even more stupid because this is not a date, this is a silly little game you still have to decide whether you want to win or lose.

“What are you even doing...” You whisper to yourself, shaking your head. It had been a provocative bet for him but, had he stopped to ponder what it was going to imply in the future?

You are going to have sex with your best friend and you already know, acting like it never happened won’t be possible regardless of the final outcome.

If you win the bet it means you spent another night with a man incapable of giving you pleasure and if you lose, you will have to fuck said man for an entire week and then leave for the city as if nothing ever occurred between the two of you.

This is fucked up, you find yourself thinking and yet, you can’t find the will in you to stop it nor to remove the obnoxious red tint from your lips because, after all, if you have to go down you’ll make sure to bring him down with you.

You already know he’s going to tease you, to provoke you until you can’t take any more and making yourself as tempting as possible seems like the only solution to get back to him. Making him want you like a woman and not like some twisted up experiment of some sort.

Fiery determination sets back into your heart, subduing the doubts and fears until you are briskly walking across the street, your eyes set on the turned off lights of the shop and on what awaits you behind that closed door.

You have to take a few small breaths before you can knock on the door and you find yourself jumping in surprise when it immediately opens to reveal Taehyung standing there with a playful smile on his lips.

The moonlight shines on his golden skin and you really don’t know if some kind of magic is at work tonight but, you swear to God he looks so inviting with his tussled ash blonde hair and deep black eyes, standing in front of you with a simple pair of black pants and a white slightly unbuttoned shirt.

“Come in,” he simply says, pushing the door ajar to make space for you and you silently accept his invite, stepping into the shop with a trembling heart.

The lights that you thought to be turned off when looking at the shop from the outside reveal themselves to be pretty dim and a nice shade of pink and you find yourself liking the nice atmosphere they create.

“You look lovely,” he says, one of his hands behind your back to guide you forward and you stumble on your words, unsure whether or not you should accept the compliment or not.

“Wow, you are tense, ok,” he chuckles and you feel your face turning hot to the touch.

“Aren’t you?” You ask in a breath, turning towards him to study his face.

He tilts his head to the side and slightly shakes his head, pouting towards you as he does when he’s deep in thought.

“I mean, maybe I’m a little nervous, yeah, but definitely not as much as you are.” He playfully smiles at you and you roll your eyes to the ceiling, huffing in response.

“What? Afraid you’re going to lose?” He teases you further, winking at you and you feel your blood boil in your veins because you’d like a nice and intelligent retort but you have none to give when you’re not sure what you’re afraid of in the first place.

“Aaand, that’s my cue, good-fucking-bye,” you hiss, turning on your heels because, honestly, running away from this evident mistake seems like the only intelligent decision you’ve made in like the past two days or so.

“Wait, ______,” Taehyung trails behind you, his fingers slightly brushing against your arms to gather your attention, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to make you relax a little bit. I won’t tease you anymore.”

You turn around to closely watch his face and when you fail to pick up any hint of deception on his features you make the decision to stay for reasons you can’t comprehend yourself.

“Can I ask you something, though?” You say, troubling your bottom lip with your teeth, another question pending on your mouth the moment he proposed this bet to you.

“Of course you can.”

“Why do you want...?” Your voice trails off as he takes a step closer to you, surprising you with his sudden proximity. It is not like you have never been close before or even closer, if you have to be completely honest, but tonight everything feels different and out of place.

“What?” He asks, his voice low and deep as he takes another step closer, “Why do I want to fuck you?” He inquires further, taking another step and successfully forcing you to take a few steps back in return until you are squeezed between his body and the counter at your back.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper as his hands come in contact with your hips to lift you up and sit you on the cold table.

“You honestly have no idea why?” He says, his voice husky as he stands between your legs, his lips only a few inches away from your neck.

“N-no?” You reply, your eyebrows furrowing as his hot breath hits your skin, making you shiver at the sensation.

“I had the silliest crush on you when we were teenagers and you were like the prettiest girl in school,” he confesses, chuckling at the memory.

“I wasn’t...” You reply, trying to look into his eyes because honestly, you were never a popular girl or one many boys wanted to date.

“You were to me,” you find a hint of shyness in his voice and it makes you smile tenderly at him because all this time, you had no idea. Taehyung had never been a boy to your eyes, he had always been just Tae, your best and, quite frankly, only friend.

“And I watched you leave and become this beautiful woman and I don’t know, I guess a little part of me still wants to know what it would feel like to be with you.”

“Tae...” you whisper, your hands trailing on his face as he comes closer to your neck and all the nice words you want to say to him, all the other questions, they get all swept away by his mouth, kissing your soft skin until it coaxes a whimper out of your lips.

Your body seems to catch fire as a whole while he kisses you, hugging you closer with his arms firmly around your hips and you find it hard to talk and to think or even breathe for you had no idea your body could react like this to your best friend’s touch.

He kisses your jawline tenderly, moving on its expanse until your mouth is right there, ready to be kissed and oh, does he kiss you. His lips are warm and soft and taste like a summer fling on the beach and it’s so madly intoxicating you find yourself pulling him closer, not willing to let go.

Why is everything about Taehyung suddenly so captivating and sensual and just... beautiful? Why does everything seem so incredibly right for your body and heart but so utterly wrong for your mind?

“Your lips are as nice as I always thought they would feel like,” he confesses, his breath hitting your wet lips and you open your eyes, realizing only then that you had closed them.

Taehyung briefly kisses you again before moving onto your neck anew with newfound fervor and you find yourself tensing at his touch, still unable to decide if you want him to stop or to keep going.

“Shh,” he whispers atop your skin, sensing the way your body has stiffened under his touch, “Just relax, peach. Let me make you feel really good.”

His mouth is like poison on your skin, rendering it feverish to the touch and you find yourself caving in, allowing him to take control and, for once in your life, it is not something panic-inducing but rather liberating.

His hands move flat against your hips and travel upwards on your sides whilst his mouth trails downwards to meet the soft expanse of your breasts.

His hands push your chest forward and your back arches for him as he kisses the supple flesh your dress doesn’t reach to cover, allowing him good access to the prize he seeks to seize.

His mouth kisses your chest like he would kiss your lips and it is passionate and wet and it makes you quiver in both pleasure and anticipation for what is out to come. You feel utterly confused because it is not the first time a man has kissed your body or pulled you closer and yet, it never felt quite like this and the more the minutes tick by, the more you feel attracted to your best friend and, honestly, the more the attraction grows the less you wish to win this bet so that you can experience all of this every day for the next week.

His fingers tug at the hem of your dress, pulling it down to further reveal your chest, enclosed in a nice black bra that is evidently of his taste since he hums in contentment.

Your dress gathers around your hips and you shiver as his fingers start to roam around your naked skin, caressing every inch they can reach while moving blindly since his eyes are closed and his mouth is open to kiss and lick your breasts.

You sigh as he unclasps your bra and his warm hands come to cup your breasts passionately, bringing them together so that he can kiss both of them equally, leaving a trail of saliva on the feverish skin.

You find yourself whimpering for him and he relishes in the sound, encouraged to keep his ministrations going.

The sensation of his warm lips around your nipple is something heavenly and it makes you close your eyes and tilt your head backward. Your back arches for him and he sucks on the hardening nip whilst humming at the way your body reacts to his very touch.

“Every inch of you tastes so sweet,” he whispers hoarsely and you whine in response because nobody has ever made you feel so desired and cherished before and God, do your insides love everything about this.

His hands move around your hips and you lift your ass up, allowing him to finally remove your dress and take a look at what is hidden underneath.

Your underwear is matched to perfection with your bra and you know you’ve made a great choice when he steps back and hisses at the sight of your sex, barely covered by the transparent black piece of clothing.

You watch his lips twist into a smirk and you know it must be because of a wet spot, clearly showing through the fabric and even though you’d gladly remove that teasing smile off of his lips there is no hiding that he has a great effect over you.

You arch your back to push your chest forward and spread your legs wider whilst biting your bottom lip to provoke him and tease him just like he so loves to do with you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his locks while continuously wetting his lips.

“Am I living up to your teenage dreams?” You ask, voice coy despite the way your body sensually moves before him.

“Oh no, you are fucking better,” he growls, unable to shift his gaze from your sex up to your face.

“I am?” You ask, tilting your head to the side with a little smile on your lips, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Your words seem to be exactly the permission he was looking for and you can barely finish your sentence before he is on his knees, his face perfectly aligned with your partially clothed sex.

You lift your ass again as soon as his fingers tug at your underwear and you shiver at the sensation of the cold surface of the table on your now naked cheeks.

He marvels at your sex for a few seconds, just enough to make blood rush to your face in embarrassment, and then, without a single warning, he licks your folds with one big swift movement.

“T-tae,” you whimper at the foreign sensation and he lifts his gaze, eyes glinting with warmth and trepidation.

“Did that feel good?” He asks, caressing your thighs with his hands to help you relax again and give in more to his touch.

“Yes,” you whisper and he starts planting kisses on your inner thigh to build up the excitement coiling in your stomach.

“Am I the first one to do that to you?” He inquires further and you bite down your lip, struggling between the need to lie to make yourself look more experienced in the realm of sex and the one to just be sincere.

In the end, you decide to tell the truth for, after all, your only fault is to suck at picking men willing to give pleasure to their companions instead of only seeking out their own.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says, smiling at you with mirth in his eyes and you consider the idea of strangling him with your thighs right about now, “I want to be your first in many things,” he adds, licking his lips as he resumes his position between your legs.

“The first one to make you orgasm, the first one to taste your pussy and, maybe, the very first man able to make you come for him multiple times.”

At any other time, you would retort something witty to burst his bubble but his words do not anger you, in fact, they actually excite you further and it is truly a mystery how or why your body likes and reacts to everything he says or does.

Taehyung’s hot tongue is suddenly flat against your mound and all the thoughts in your mind are rendered inconsequential by the simple touch.

You can feel his plump lips encompassing your folds as he takes another tentative lick at your sex and you shiver at the sensation, sighing for him to encourage him in his movements.

His tongue turns suddenly relentless over your sex, bent on gathering all the juices you produce in return for its wild caresses and he hums on your mound every time you let out a sigh or a mewl, the low rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

As his moves increase in boldness and pace you find yourself tugging on his hair, unable to understand whether you wish to push him away or pull him closer.

The minutes stretch as the shop fills with the lewd sounds of his tongue on your wet core and the way he sucks and pulls at the skin every now and then, just to elicit moans out of you.

“Taehyung,” you whimper as his tongue moves past your lips to lap at your inner walls, slightly shaking his head so that his nose can tease your untouched clitoris.

His hands cup your ass and he pushes you forward until you are barely balanced on the counter and completely at his disposal.

His tongue shoots upwards within you, tasting and stretching your inner walls with its ravenous movements and it doesn’t take long for your insides to start twitching, responding to his ministrations with such an ease someone would think you didn’t just experience your first orgasm the night before this very moment.

“Tae,” you whimper again and his gaze lifts up to meet your pleading one. His mouth suddenly detaches from your sex and you pout at the sudden loss of warmth and pleasure.

“Yes, peach?” There it is again, the little nickname he has decided to use on you tonight and even if you were never a fan of those, even when you prohibited every male you’ve been with of ever using one, on Taehyung’s mouth it sounds incredibly endearing.

“Would you like some dick on the go, perhaps?”

The illusion shatters with his next words and your legs close shut as you are suddenly reminded why Taehyung has always been nothing but a friend to you.

“Wow, ok, you ruined it.”

It is almost comical the way his eyes get big as saucers at your words and his mouth hangs open in a perfect impersonation of a fish.

“Come on, don’t tell me it wasn’t funny!” He says, his voice still retaining that rough and sexy tone that had made you cave in the first place.

“Do you honestly think now is the time for humor?!” You squeak, ready to get back on your feet and bloody leave.

“Why not? Sex can be fun!” he retorts, scratching his head with his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

You roll your eyes to the ceiling and click your tongue in your mouth, shaking your head in bewilderment for how can someone be both an ass with the brain of a child and a sensual man with the power of a God to bend you with.

“Ok,” he says, looking at your unimpressed expression, “No jokes, got it.”

His hands rest on your knees to push your legs open and you squeeze them even more shut, picking up the chance to tease him as much as he has been doing ever since you first came into the shop.

“Forget it, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Wait, are you for real?”

You watch him scramble back on his feet and you almost laugh in his face as he looks at you, utterly lost.

“What if I am?” You ask, your eyes turning into slits while you force your lips to remain in a tight line, “What would you do to make me change my mind?”

His eyes darken at your words and you think he’ll get back on his knees to resume his previous activities but, instead, he harshly kisses your mouth, his teeth latching at your bottom lip to drag it down until you hiss in both pain and pleasure.

“Open your legs,” he says and all the mirth shown before is gone in both his features and his voice and you think about resisting, about teasing him forward but his fingers wrap around your neck, slightly pressing over your carotid to cut off the oxygen income.

“Do you really want me to stop and go back home?” He asks and you find yourself opening your mouth to whimper out a miserable ‘no’.

“So, will you be a good girl and open up your legs for me now?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper as his gaze shifts from your face down at your closed-off mound.

His eyes are dark with desire and you marvel at the way he looks like a completely different Taehyung and, somehow, this side of him feels incredibly exciting.

“Yes, what?” He asks as you open up your legs for him, his gaze fixing back on your own. For a moment you stay in silence, utterly confused and then your insides twitch at the sudden illumination. It is surprising to know where his desires lay and it is even more baffling to realize they seem to mirror your very own fantasies.

“Yes, daddy.” You choke out, your eyes slightly closing as his grip around your neck fades, allowing the oxygen to kick back in your system.

“Good girl.”

His lips stretch into a smile and in an instant, the dominant look is swept away from his face and you stare at him, unable to comprehend how he manages to shift between both but even with that seraphic smile, he doesn’t allow much room for thoughts to happen for one of his hands immediately flies down between your legs, cupping your sex until you’re sighing for him, pleading for more of his touch.

His mouth is rough against your own, all teeth and tongue and you mewl as one of his fingers moves past your folds, resuming the stretching his tongue had worked on your walls.

This is not a foreign sensation. You’ve had your fingers playing down there countless of times and, sometimes, even your partners attempted it but it has never been particularly pleasurable.

Taehyung is quick to notice that, in fact, even his touch can’t spark up the sensations his tongue lightened up within you and with that knowledge, he lets go of your mouth and falls on his knees anew.

His hot breath hits your slick folds and you shiver, your eyes fixed on the way his eyes glint at the sight of your naked cunt, dripping for him.

With slowed down precision he penetrates you with another one of his fingers, curling them in sync to test the way your body would respond to his touch.

He pushes them in as far as they can reach and the pace within you is slow but pleasant nonetheless. Still, it doesn’t have that butterfly-awakening effect you are both seeking out of you and he hums, deep in thought as if he were studying some rare species of some sort.

His mouth opens and you wait for his voice to break the silence in the room but, instead, his lips press together around your clitoris, allowing him to suck around the sensitive bud.

You hiss at the sensation and fire erupts back within you, making your back arch and your head tilt back.

“Fuck,” you whimper out and you can feel him smile against your swelling flesh.

“That’s it, peach, give in to me.”

His voice is rough and guttural and it sends shivers down your spine, warmness coiling in your stomach as he presses his mouth around your mound again ready to lick, suck and tease.

His fingers pick up the pace within you, scissoring to blissfully stretch you and, united with his relentless mouth, you are quick to unfold before him.

“That-that feels so good,” you mewl, your eyes opening to fix onto his head, nicely enclosed by your thighs. It is a sight you would have never thought possible to be real and, most importantly, you would have never thought to desire keeping him there as much as you do now.

Your words work wonders on his mood and you can sense the shift before it actually happens but oh, when he picks up his pace within you and sucks hard on your clitoris leaving very little room for you to catch your breath, you are fast to crumble and succumb to pleasure.

The orgasm washes over you like an unexpected wave and your voice sounds almost foreign to your own ears as you moan out his name. It is the first time you are truly coming for a man, moving your mouth in the shape of his name.

Taehyung laps all your juices with his untiring tongue and you quiver with the feeling of being overly stimulated all over your swollen mound.

“You are already one step closer to losing our bet,” he says, voice hoarse as he tilts his head towards you and you whine at the sight of him, face flushed and chin dripping with your juices.

By now it is clear to both of you that you won’t actually win the bet and, quite honestly, you don’t even want to when it feels so good to have him working wonders between your legs.

It is, then, with the goal of losing yourself into pleasure that you speak the next words.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Your words make him chuckle and you yelp in surprise as he slaps your sensitive mound with enough force for it to sting.

“Careful with your words, peach.” He says, getting up on his feet to be at eye level with you again, “Unless you want me to teach you a lesson.”

Your insides twitch at his words and it makes you wonder how have you lived your life all this time without knowing you had that big of a dominance kink. Of course, you have watched porn before and you have preferred certain types of kink but having little to zero experience in what you actually like, everything comes as a surprise tonight. You would never admit it out loud and especially not to him but, Taehyung is the man responsible for your discovery of your utmost inner desires.

His mouth seeks your own and you can taste your own flavor lodged between his lips, hanging from his tongue, and it is utterly inebriating.

His fingers trace your sex with the most delicate touch and he smirks on your mouth, his eyes opening to look into yours.

“Look who is wet for my dick,” he says, his tongue licking your bottom lip to add fuel to the fire already raging between your legs.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, his head tilted to the side so that he can kiss your jawline and further down your neck, your most sensitive spot.

“So much, daddy,” you whimper out, hugging him closer almost as if you are afraid he is going to leave before complying to his promise, “Please.”

“Stay here,” he whispers and you look at him confused, fighting the instinct to pull him back as he untangles from your embrace and takes a few steps back.

You do exactly as he says, though, remaining perfectly still on the counter and you can only imagine how you must look right now: red lipstick smeared on your lips, your body glistening with sweat and your sex slick with both your juices and arousal.

It is an image he seems to enjoy though and the way he looks at you, licking his lips as if anticipating what he’s about to do to you, makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Taehyung takes a few steps back unable to glue his eyes off of you until he absolutely has to and you watch him move past you and disappear behind a door.

The wait makes your heart burst in your chest with expectation and, of course, anxiousness because yes, it is liberating to let someone else take the lead for once but, after all, you were always a control freak and not knowing what is going to happen will always scare the living wits out of you.

Seconds tick by feeling as long as minutes and you are about to combust in flames or leave your position to follow him when he appears again, a little devilish smile on his lips and a white toy in his hands.

You are familiar with what he has brought back from behind that door but you have never used it before, you didn’t think it would work on you, just like everything else.

Taehyung walks slowly between your legs again and he stretches his arm behind your back, seeking for a plug for the magic wand.

The toy comes to life in his hands and you shiver in anticipation as he faces you again, eyes glinting with mischief.

“I’m going to send you to heaven,” he hoarsely declares and you find yourself spreading your legs wider for him, ready to take everything he has to give.

The first touch of the toy on your clitoris sends a jolt to course through your body and your knuckles turn white as you grip hard the counter’s edge, bracing yourself for the ride he has in store for you.

Taehyung is silent as he works the wand’s head on your little mound but the sound of the toy working its magic is enough to fill the room, nicely accompanied by your sighs of ecstasy.

His free hand comes in contact with one of yours and you let go of your tight hold on the counter, following his directions until you are the one balancing the wand on your sex.

“Keep it right there, yes, just like that.”

Your heart leaps in your chest at the praise and with entranced eyes, you watch him get back on his knees.

Your breath itches in your chest as two of his fingers move past your dripping lips, resuming their work as before you came all over them.

Taehyung works slowly and with utter precision and you can feel his digits slightly pressing over your most hidden pleasurable spot and you whimper out for him, letting him know how close he is to his target.

You expect him to rub into you faster, forcing another orgasm out of you but he actually retreats with a little smirk. He is up to tease you, you realize, and you can’t find in yourself the will to protest when it still feels so darn good.

Another one of his fingers moves past your folds and you quiver at the sensation of the deep stretching, relishing in the way they nicely curl within you.

You don’t know if it’s because the magic wand is working wonders on your clitoris but now, even the movements of his fingers feel like heaven and that, is a whole another level of accomplishments Taehyung has achieved in barely two days.

You can hear the squelching sounds of your sex as he fucks into you with his fingers, now relentlessly battering your insides with the evident goal of turning your world upside down again.

His free hand comes in contact with your own atop the sex toy and with utter precision he twists the settings upwards, increasing the speed of its vibrations.

Your eyes roll on the back of your head and your body starts to spasmodically contract. His fingers ravage into you faster, hitting that desired spot he had caressed before and you come, oh Lord you come in a cacophony of sounds and screams.

You almost drop the wand as you madly quiver on the counter and it’s only because his hand is keeping the toy in place that you do not do so.

The orgasm seems endless and it keeps coming and coming until you are breathless and your body feels as heavy as a boulder.

You can barely register the absence of both the toy and his fingers at first, too lost into the haze of pleasure to notice or to care. It is only when his arms are tightly engulfing you that you notice the change and you open your eyes, looking up to his pleased face.

“That was amazing,” you confess and you hate that it will burst his ego to exorbitant levels but lying doesn’t really come simply when you’re still trembling over a nice set of orgasms.

“You realize you just lost our bet, don’t you, peach?”

His breath feels hot and ticklish on your ear and you tilt your head backward away from his face so that you can look into his eyes.

“Do you honestly think I even care now?”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on your lips, hugging you closer in what feels like a very soft aftercare moment.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t. Because you have to stick up to your end of the bargain now.”

“Taehyung,” you softly say, releasing one of your arms from his hold to caress his face, “As long as you can make me feel as good as you did now I will be coming back every day.”

He smiles a pleased smile and you can tell he wants to retort something witty or teasing or quite possibly both but he doesn’t and you are glad for it. You wouldn’t want to ruin the moment, after all.

“We are not done, though,” you say after a while and he quirks his eyebrows upwards.

“Still thirsty, peach?”

Oh, how you love how quickly he switches back to his role and you tilt your head upwards, a soft smile on your lips.

“I didn’t get to feel daddy’s dick yet,” you say as your hand trails down from his cheek to his still clothed sex.

The erection twitches in your palm and the corners of your lips lift up as you notice how hard he feels pressed against your digits.

“Mh,” he hums slowly, closing his eyes as you finally turn your attention to his neglected cock, “Are you sure you’re ready for it?”

“Yes, please.”

Your response comes out in a quick breath and he licks your lips in response, kissing you right after to steal the air out of your lungs.

“I can make you feel real good, daddy,” you say, boldness laced in your words and he chuckles, releasing his hold on you to take a step back.

“Then show me what you got, peach.”

Taehyung doesn’t have to repeat his words twice before you are back on your own two feet — and admittedly you do need a few seconds to get your legs to work again — ready to undress him and make him crumble as hard as he did to you.

Your hands are quick to tug onto his shirt, forcing the button opens with one single swift movement. His mouth opens in protest as the sound of loose buttons falling on the ground reaches his ears but no words come out once it’s your lips that kiss his warm skin.

Your mouth seems to fill with the taste of honey and you can’t decide whether it is the actual taste of his body or, rather, if it is only a fruit of your own mind associating his golden skin to the sweet liquid’s flavour. Nevertheless, he tastes absolutely delicious and you cannot help but suck on the tender flesh, hard enough to bloom flowers atop his chest.

“What a nice mouth you have there, peach,” he murmurs and you smirk on his now covered-in-saliva torso.

“Oh, daddy, I haven’t shown you yet what my pretty mouth can do.”

Taehyung grunts at your evident suggestion and you fall on your knees instantly at the sound, fighting with the button of his pants, eager to finally please him.

You pause for a second recalling how seeing him half naked has almost made you gag yesterday and how now you seem to be unable to wait for him to be bare of any item of clothing. Oh what can change in a span of twenty-four hours, you think to yourself before pushing down his pants.

Taehyung stands in front of you in nothing but his underwear — a simple pair of boxer briefs that have nothing to do with the flimsy thong he flashed you with yesterday — and you open your mouth in awe at the evident bulge hardly concealed under it.

“Like what you see, peach?” He muses and you can hear the smile in his voice but find yourself incapable of looking away from his crotch.

“Very,” you hum in response before your fingers are latching onto the hem of his boxers, ready to reveal what is hidden behind them.

You have never been this eager to see a cock nor to suck it but oh, does Taehyung change everything.

When the fine cloth moves past his hips you inhale deeply, your eyes transfixed on the trail of pubic hair leading to his sex. The boxers fall to his ankles as you let them go, your mouth suddenly dry as you stare at his dick, hard and red and definitely ready to be touched.

You water your mouth a few times before tentatively touching the hot flesh, your fingers encompassing his length with the uncertainty that you feel within your heart.

You have given pleasure to a man before, eager to have some in return if you were good enough but this time, even this feels different for Taehyung has proven to be quite the experienced lover and a big part of you desires to impress him.

His breath hitches in his lungs and you finally lift your gaze to look at his face. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes boring into yours as you finally move your hand alongside his shaft, giving him what he has been desperately craving for all along.

Your mouth twists into a smile at his response and you turn your movements bolder, more confident and, you watch him tilt his head back, his eyes closing at the sensation your fingers provide.

Your thumb rubs against his head to gather his pre-cum and he hisses as you blow hot air onto its tip, teasing him enough to turn him eager.

“Fuck, be a good girl and let me feel your mouth now.”

His voice is rough and deep as he speaks those lewd words and you find yourself immediately obliging to his wishes, throwing your chance of retaliation in the form of teasing out of the window.

Your mouth opens for him and you fix your gaze up to his face again while looking as innocent and coy as you can muster.

You bat your eyelashes at him, your tongue protruding forward ready to welcome the weight of his cock on its rough surface.

Taehyung takes that as a cue to place his hand atop your head, his fingers tugging at your strands of hair to push you forward until you are breathing atop his sex, just an inch away from engulfing him all.

You are the one to take that step forward and as soon as your lips brush his length he releases his breath, his body almost relaxing now that he has been granted his utmost desire.

Your teeth graze his tender skin and you push yourself further, inch after inch until your nose is tickled by his pubic hair and he is panting in approval.

Your lips enclose his member and you inhale deeply, squeezing your cheeks until his fingers start pulling your hair in a vise that makes tears gather in your eyes.

He huffs as his abdomen contracts and you tentatively bob your head whilst releasing your grip around his twitching cock.

The sigh that escapes his mouth sounds like both relief and pleasure and you settle your pace for a pretty gentle one, designed to bring him up to his breaking point as slowly as possible.

“You’re doing so good, peach,” he encourages with voice sounding deep and rough with need and you hum around him to produce goosebumps on his skin.

Your mouth and tongue make lewd sounds as you suck him hard as if his member were an icicle during the very first days of summer and you wish to savor every last drop of the cooling treat.

You have never felt desire blooming between your legs while doing this to other men but tonight, you find yourself rubbing your thighs together every time he hums or sighs or grunts for you.

The need is like a burning fire and it forces you to rest a hand atop your sex to get some of the friction you seem desperate to feel there.

You are able to only press your digits on your clitoris a couple of times before he is made aware of what you are doing.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” He asks and you can’t tell by his tone if he’s more aroused by the act or mad that you did something without asking him first.

Your mouth opens around his cock just enough for you to hum in shame, your eyes fixing on his belly rather than on his eyes.

“What a dirty little girl have you turned into,” he muses and you find the courage to lift up your gaze. The smile that resides on his lips makes your insides twitch and your heart tremble for it promises all the right kinds of wickedness.

“Come here,” he instructs and you leave his member with a lewd pop to get up on your feet and follow him as he drags you further inside the shop.

There appears to be a small niche you hadn’t notice before, right beside the counter and he guides you through it until you are standing face to face with the most bizarre-looking toys you have ever seen.

Taehyung doesn’t address your amazed face in the slightest and silently walks you in front of a mirror, hastily pushing you down to your previous position.

You look up at him with confusion written all over your face and he caresses your left cheek delicately.

“We are going to have so much fun, now,” he says and you nod your head in anticipation, ready to follow his instructions impeccably.

“On your fours,” he says and you follow suit, pressing your hands to the tiled floor and sticking your butt out for good measure.

“Can you look behind your back, peach?” He softly speaks, light glinting in his eyes, and you follow his gaze to be met with a dildo attached to a mirror, perfectly aligned with your ass and, most importantly, your dripping core.

Taehyung moves out of your peripheral vision and you let out a shaky breath as you try to register all his movements with the help of your hearing.

He reappears in your view through the mirror, a pink bottle of lube in his hands you squeeze your legs together in anticipation, already foretasting the pleasure that is about to be sent your way.

Taehyung works as slowly as he possibly can with his fingers, coating the dildo for you at the best of his abilities and you know for a fact that he is doing it on purpose, trying to push you past your tolerance point and Lord, is he getting so damn close.

Just as you are about to snap he gets back on his own two feet, a pleased sound leaving his lips as his gaze focuses back on you.

“Now, be a good girl and fuck yourself with that dildo for daddy.”

His words make all the blood in your body coil down to your stomach, forcing your insides to twitch in excitement and you do not waste even a single second to align yourself to the object responsible for your imminent pleasure.

The dildo feels like any other phallic-looking toy you have used before and you sink onto it with rather ease, helped by the lube and your incredible arousal but the magic seems to happen the second Taehyung’s dick is well encompassed by your mouth again.

You resume your slow bobbing pace around him as if it was never interrupted in the first place but, this time, it is not your head that moves for him, it’s your entire body.

Taehyung stands at a distance that forces you to push your body forward and as you do that, you can feel the toy slipping in and out of you at the same time.

This, is foreign ground again and his little sighs spark you up anew, convincing you to leave behind your initial idea of being gentle and slow and teasing and opt for a rather quicker and rougher pace.

You can feel your own saliva trailing down your chin and pool on the ground but it seems to be only an incentive for you to go harder, relishing in the sounds of approval that leave his swollen mouth.

The faster you move around his shaft the faster the silicone toy batters your sex and you find yourself humming all around him, sending the vibrations up and down his spine, forcing him to moan out your name and tilt his head backward in utter pleasure.

You watch his abdomen contract almost painfully and the vision sparks a question to form in your head and, a few seconds after, on your lips.

Your hips come to a halt, allowing you to let go of his member just enough to voice out your thoughts.

“Would you like to come in my mouth, daddy?” You sugar-coat your words and bat your lashes for good measure and he grunts at the sight of you, so willing to do anything he’d want from you.

“Such a good dirty girl,” he hums, one of his hands releasing its grip from your hair to caress your cheek lovingly and you smile at the fond gesture before quickly engulfing his head into your lips and suck hard on the leaking red tip.

Taehyung groans at the sensation, his body shivering as pleasure spreads through it like a wave you can almost make out the outline of.

You buckle your hips into the toy to quench your own arousal and in a matter of seconds, you have him on the verge of his orgasm, panting and sighing and murmuring encouraging words.

You discard your own purchase on the ground to grasp his ass with your fingers, forcefully pushing his hips to meet your mouth while surely leaving marks on his cheeks that he’d definitely complain about later but, in the heat of the moment, every single one of your actions seems to stir up the fire further.

Your jaw is slack as he starts pounding into you, no more willing to let you decide the pace you are more comfortable in sustaining and it truly takes a lot of work to not gag around him or suffocate on your own spit.

Taehyung comes in hot bursts that take you by surprise but you’re still quick to gulp everything down, ignoring the burning sensation or the tears forming in your eyes because, truly, it is almost a struggle to breathe by now and yet, as he comes moaning out your name you find it impossible for you to care about anything else that isn’t him or his pleasure.

The taste of cum is not pleasant, it never was and it probably will never be but you find it is not quite as disgusting as it tasted before when you were performing your “duty” as a sexual partner. Pleasuring Taehyung is a pleasure in itself and you find yourself licking up your lips as you would do after a satisfying meal.

Taehyung’s hands are warm and turn soft again around your body as he easily lifts you up from the ground to welcome you into his arms.

Your head finds refuge in the crook of his neck and he kisses your temple as your breathing starts slowing down alongside with the hammering within your chest.

One of his hands moves to touch your cheek just like he has done a few moments ago but this time it is to make you look up into his eyes.

His irises as dark as the night sky are fixed upon your face but you can’t pinpoint what the light in his eyes could possibly mean. That is until his lips seek your own and you find yourself leaning into him to kiss him back.

Taehyung kisses you with the despair of a man that knows this is his last chance and with the sweetness of one that has won your heart and, Lord, does it turn your legs into jelly.

He makes you feel like that teenage girl dreaming about boyfriends and first kisses in the safety of her room, he makes you feel like that young girl who used to sneak out of her house in the night to go to a party with her best friend and dance all night until her feet hurt. He makes you feel like the girl you used to be before the city sucked you in and turned you into this sad and stiffer version of yourself. A pale reflection of what you used to be, of the things you used to dream.

When Taehyung leaves your mouth you are panting and you are quite certain your eyes must be glossy with unshed tears.

His thumb strokes your cheek and you tilt your head to the side to look at him better.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper as you start mimicking his sweet touches with your own hand.

He chuckles and shakes his head looking rather bewildered. ”Didn’t I do that already, tonight?” He asks and you smile back at him, shaking your head in return.

“I want you to truly fuck me,” you retort, voice barely above a whisper for you never thought you’d ever pronounce those words to him, of all people, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

You try to ignore the way your heart hammers in your chest or the way your insides contract in embarrassment and your ears turn flaming hot under his gaze.

There is a fraction of a second where you wish you could take it back and simply walk out the front door and forget any of this ever happened but then, something shifts inside Taehyung’s eyes and you instantly know, the words you have spoken are the ones he had been waiting for all night.

His hands turn from gentle to rough again against your supple flesh and you yelp in both surprise and pain as he yanks you up on his shoulder, dragging you back where it all started.

Your bottom cheeks hit the cooling surface of the counter again and you can barely utter a single word before Taehyung’s mouth is seeking your own, teeth and tongue working to pry your lips open and claim your taste until it almost seems to become the one he is embodied with.

“Tell me how badly you want my dick,” he whispers, voice hoarse as he instantly attacks the soft skin under your ear, sucking and pinching the flesh in a fine mixture of pleasure and ache — a combo your neck seems to be sharing with your sex.

“So, so bad, daddy, please.”

Taehyung hands force your legs open so that he can stand between them and you let him, arching your back a little to push your hips forward and meet the heat of his semi-hard cock.

His fingers are rough against your skin and they love to torment your thighs and hips and even the little curve of your bottom cheeks that he has access to.

His mouth is generous on your breasts and you mewl for him, pulling him in with your fervent touch and your wanton desire.

Your fingers find purchase on his hair and you tug on them until he growls and bites your skin in retaliation, making you chuckle at his child-like temper.

Your other hand, though, sneaks right past his control and before he can even register the movement, your fingers are laced around his member.

His mouth opens in a silent moan as you trace his length with your warm finger and a wicked smirk twists your lips.

You buckle your hips forward and hook your legs around his own, trapping him right in front of your sex and barely a few inches away from being exactly where you need him to be the most.

“I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” he grunts, trying to regain the control over the situation and assess his dominating role anew.

“Are you complaining?” You ask in a whisper as you guide his cock towards your sex whilst still coaxing it into erection with the slow movements of your fingers.

His sex meets your swollen and dripping lips and they engulf it nicely, coating it with your arousal as you stroke him with both your flushed flesh and your lavish fingers.

One of his hands flies to your face and grasps both of your cheeks, squeezing them until you lift your gaze up to him.

“Don’t forget who is in charge here, peach,” his voice is low and it makes you shiver for all the right reasons and damn, you have never desired to disobey someone’s orders as much as you do now. There is this part of you that relishes in the thought of Taehyung punishing you and it’s that emerging side of you that makes your hand move faster on his sex with a taunting smile on your lips.

“Are you?” You ask, lifting your chin up against his grasp, “Then show me.”

His hand leaves your face to slap away the one around his cock with a sound smack that stings your skin and makes your insides twitch.

“After I’m done with you, you will think again before defying me,” he promises with a growl before slapping your sex, rough and strong.

You yelp in surprise, pain and excitement all mixing into one and you can do nothing to hide the way your body quivers at his touch nor the way your breath has turned quick and shallow in anticipation for what is out to come.

His hand slaps your sex again and you moan loud for him, tilting your head backward as your eyes close, your mind unable to focus on neither the pain nor the pleasure.

When your eyelids flutter open again you are quick to notice the way his cock is fully erected now, finally awoken by the sounds of your mouth and the ones of your battered sex, aching for his touch.

“Lie on your back,” he instructs and this time you follow suit, shivering as the cooling surface of the counter is flushed against your feverish skin.

“You are not allowed to come until I tell you so, do you understand?”

A sound of frustration leaves your lips at the thought of having to hold back and, a part of you wonders if you are even capable of doing so.

“Do you understand?” He repeats, his voice sounding strict and rough, almost mad, and you wet your lips before nodding your head eyes. This time, you do not want to think about what his punishment would be like for, a part of you already knows you wouldn’t be able to endure it. Especially not now that you are already so desperate for release.

Taehyung’s cock intrudes your sex without any warning and your eyes close at the sensation whilst a grunt escapes your lips. You cannot conceal the way his girth stings inside of you when it happens so quickly and all at once, allowing you very little room to adjust.

Taehyung stays still inside of you, coaxing your sex with the movement of his fingers on your clit, urging your walls to relax around him.

A sigh erupts from your parted lips and you close your eyes, willing your body to relax and let his fingers do their work on you.

“Just like that, peach, take a big deep breath for daddy,” his face conceals perfectly well how hard he is struggling to keep himself still but his voice fails to do so, reaching your ears in a gruff and strained tone.

You want to see that wall he has put on crumble and show what’s really hiding behind it, you want to see his face morph into one of pleasure and you want to be the one responsible for it.

You move your hips upwards, ignoring the sting that comes with it just to make him flinch, lose his composure and simply fuck you like he so evidently desires to.

“Careful, peach, or you won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you,” he grunts, stilling the movements of your hips with his strong hands, his eyes burning with both desire and displeasure.

“Who said I want to?” You ask in a whisper and oh, do your words shoot right through his barrier, making it crumble like a castle’s tower under the force of a cannonball.

Taehyung rolls his hips into you and you whimper for him, a fine mixture of both pain and pleasure. Up until this moment, you had no idea you had a thing for pain and being used by someone but Taehyung sparks all of this within you and, soon enough, that subtle pain is subdued by arousal, need and, furthermore, pleasure at its finest.

His pace is slow, calculated, but the way his hips push into yours is not delicate nor sweet at all. It’s raw passion and it makes you sigh and whimper for him, it makes your body quiver and contract and it’s marvelous to discover what sex can feel like, what it should feel like and, for a brief moment, you find yourself hanging on the verge of tears.

Taehyung’s charcoal eyes stare into your own and a playful smirk tugs on his lips as he notices the way your eyes shine with unshed tears and the way you can’t help but voice out your pleasure for anyone nearby to hear.

“Does it feel good, peach?” He asks, voice slightly taunting but you can’t find it in yourself to think of a witty rebuttal, not when your thoughts are all hazy and rendered inconclusive by the pressure between your legs.

“Y-yes,” you whimper out and he attaches his swollen lips to the feverish skin of your neck, sucking on the supple flesh with such force you know you are going to bare the signs of this encounter in the morning.

Taehyung seems to be able to read your body to perfection: he grants you what you need before you can even ask for it, he kisses and touches every inch of skin that could add fuel to the burning fire building within you, he says lewd words that he knows are going to arouse you even more. So, it does not come as a surprise that he can tell when you are going to come as well.

“You’re not allowed to come just yet,” he says and you whimper in frustration, your voice pleading because after craving an orgasm for so long in your life, you simply do not want to postpone that heaven-like feeling any longer.

“Please,” you plea, your eyes searching for his and he halts his movements in response, drawing a strangled grunt out of you.

“Now, now, you spent all your life waiting for this, what’s a minute longer?” He teases, his index finger tracing the expanse of your chest and you swear to God, if your pending orgasm wasn’t on the line, you’d be biting that finger off of his hand right about now.

“Taehyung,” you whimper miserably and he seeks your eyes, tilting his head to the side as he notices a tear running down your left cheek, the orgasm denial hitting you far more than he must have anticipated for he frowns and then pouts, deep in thought.

His mouth opens, his lips shaping into the words he wants to say but something in your eyes seems to suggest him otherwise and, before you know it, his dick is firmly stroking your walls anew, the pace relentless as he seeks out the pleasure you begged him for.

Your breath hitches, your back arches for him and your eyes close as you lose yourself into the feeling of being owned anew. Tonight you discover it’s a feeling quite intoxicating and one you desire with all your being to experience more and more.

“Is it coming, peach?” He asks in a grunt, your walls contracting around him affecting him more than he would ever care to admit and you sigh out a ‘yes’ before your whole body starts to quiver, the orgasm almost taking you by surprise, washing over your entire body like an electric shock.

You do not realize the moans and whimpers that fill the silence of the room are your very own until your eyes are opening again, the over-stimulation between your legs drowning out the last remains of your climax.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung whispers mostly to himself, his pupils extremely dilated with excitement and all of it makes you feel greatly empowered because he is not immune to you at all, just as much as you are evidently not immune to him.

Your thoughts are scattered by his hands, suddenly grabbing your hips, and the instant loss of his dick within your sex. Your mouth opens to voice out a question but the words die in your mouth as soon as you understand where his intentions lay.

You follow the quick and rough guide of his hands and turn around for him, pushing your chest down to meet the cold surface of the counter, partly sleek with the results of your arousal.

You arch your back a little, pushing your butt out for him to have better access to your sex and that is all it takes from your part for him to intrude your core anew, battering your sensitive spot with grand precision whilst chasing his own release.

One of his hands grabs your hair roughly, pulling upwards until your neck is tilted backward and you can almost see his face and the way it morphs with pleasure.

You bite down your lip as you drink up all the sounds he makes and the ones that come from your squelching sex, fully welcoming him with a new coat of arousal. You had no idea people could come so many times in a single night but as he pounds in and out of you, you feel the golden sensation spreading through your limbs anew, making you whimper and contract for him.

“Listen to yourself,” he huffs, his voice almost trembling with the effort to keep his pace steady, “Mewling for my cock like a slut.”

You groan in response, closing your eyes as you push your hips back to meet his own, eager to make him come as vigorously as you did.

“Yes, like that peach, fuck my cock until I fill you whole... would you like that, uh? To feel my hot cum inside of you.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper out, forcing your hips to meet his relentless pace, smacking your butt onto his firm stomach.

“Look at you,” he presses forward, “Already turned into a cock-slut.”

The orgasm arrives with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs, his words ringing in your ears as you tremble under his body.

Even with your mind adrift in heaven, you can sense the way his hips start to stagger, losing their tempo as he meets his own release.

Taehyung’s moans are rough and deep and they quickly morph into the sound of your name. The warm feeling that spreads within your chest at the sound has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with fondness. It is a dangerous feeling, you realize it immediately but, as soon as he’s hugging you close to his chest, struggling to balance his breathing and calm the quick pace of his heart, you let every rational thought hide back in the recess of your mind.

The minutes tick by in silence, only your mingling breaths filling up the room as you both gain back the control over your own limbs and it’s with the definite end of the blissful feelings that what happened tonight dawns to you. You had sex with your best friend over a bet. Hell, you lost the bet and this means this, right here, is only the beginning.

Panic surges quickly through your body and in the span of a few seconds you untangle yourself from him and dress back up at the best of your abilities.

“Why are you running away, ___?”

The sound of your name almost sounds foreign on his mouth when he has spent the entire night calling you everything but.

“I can’t exactly spend the night here, can I?” You ask, opening your arms to make him aware of the fact that this, despite your recent activities, is still a shop and very far from being a bedroom.

“Fair.” He says, leaning to the counter with one of his shoulders, smirking as he watches you get back into your shoes, ready to leave.

“You do realize you lost our bet, right?” He asks, a smirk firmly drawn on his lips, “You’ll have to keep your promise.”

“You motherfucking pig,” you hiss, picking up your purse ready to throw it at him, “I fucking hate you.”

He gingerly laughs, shaking his head with that annoying smirk still plastered all over his features, “You don’t hate all of me, though.”

His eyes take a quick lock to his cock and you roll your eyes, feigning to be gagging on thin air but you both know, you don’t even mean half of the resentment you are displaying to him.

As you turn on your heels and basically run to the door the only sound that accompanies you is his laugh and the embarrassment that it induces within you.

The sound of the door closing roughly behind your back is what ultimately cuts down that laugh and you sigh with relief, briskly walking away from Taehyung’s shop with your heart hammering in your chest for all the wrong reasons — will twenty hours be really this excruciatingly slow to pass?

#btssmutclub #bangtanbookclub #taehyung smut #taehyung crack #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts crack #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts scenario #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario

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fruityoosung · 5 years ago

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this must be my dream.

pairing : daichixfem!readerxsugawara

rating : mature & NSFW

trigger warning : double penetration, overstimulation, usage of sextoy, spanking, pure & absolute filth

the joint she had earlier was getting to her now, the girl has maintained composure through out the whole night but now that the rest of the third year volleyball players have left daichi’s house, she’s slowly unraveling into her unhinged, wild persona— one that rarely comes out and reeks of confidence and cockiness. like a dull, grey python who’s finally shedding her outer scales to reveal her true form of a mirror-like jet black snake with green iridescent scales that shone in the light.

sawamura daichi was sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched the girl shakes off kuroo’s black hoodie that she borrowed moments prior. it was because the air conditioning in the third year’s living room was blasting at the lowest temperature to compensate the warm clouds of marijuana being puffed out by several high school seniors who’s equipped with remaining adrenaline that’s needed to be shaken off.

the girl bunched the black hoodie in her hands, savouring the musky but sweet scent of the nekoma team captain. she folded it up nicely and placed it on daichi’s study table so she could return it back to it’s owner when she sees him again soon. now, she was left with her white lace, wrap top that shows a good amount of her midriff and a skater skirt that ended two inches below her ass, tasteful enough that the outline of her round, plump ass is imprinted through the somewhat thick skirt.

she strutted close towards the karasuno team captain who’s eyes were just lingering at her. she felt it, of course and she knows where this will go. it’s not the first time time that the respective captains of their sports team seek pleasure in one another. it was as if it was a routine every time they get high, it was expected. the girl stood in front of him, her lean, toned figure towering over his muscular, beefy ones. using her forefinger, she tilt his face upwards before kissing him square on the lips. their mouths were warm from the heat of the blunt. daichi didn’t waste any time to explore her mouth with his tongue while his hand roughly pulled her into his lap, having her long legs dangling from beside him. his large, calloused hands hover over the translucent, pale skin under her skirt— his strong, skilled fingers hitting the hem of her panties, pulling the elastic band and snapping it back against her skin. she jolted in his lap, subsequently grinding herself on his crotch.

“i’m so glad i got to you first.” daichi whispered against her lips. her arms are wrapped around his neck, keeping their body as close as they can.

“watch yourself captain. i’m not a prize one can win.” she whistled, grabbing his jaw in her palm, pulling away to meet his dark, hungry eyes.

“by hearing you call me that on my bed right now makes me feel like i’ve won. i’m the only one who can ruin you sweet peach.”

shivers ran down her spine, curse him and that sweet mouth of his that always turned her leg into jelly and brings a flush of warmth to her core. daichi’s hands was still roaming under her skirt, pinching her butt, his fingers accidentally grazing her already moistening clit that made her squeeze her thighs between his big hands. the door was suddenly pushed open, revealing daichi’s pseudo-vice captain of his team, number #2 sugawara koushi, the silver haired third year setter.

“hey dai— holy fuck!” sugawara’s eyes widen at the sight of his captain and close female friend in the heated position.

“shit, uh i’m sorry.” a tinge of red appeared on the cheeks of his pale face but his eyes wandered at the silhouette of her tight body. a vision almost everyone in karasuno high wishes to seek. the girl straddling the captain who was sizes bigger than her it was enough to make his dick get hard.

“suga-san i thought you’re going home?” daichi said to his friend, slightly smirking at the tightening of his pants. the girl just grinned deviously to herself, staring lustfully into the silver haired boy, finally recognising her effects on others.

“i-i don’t think i’m able to go home sto-stoned like this.” he stuttered in his words, gulping at the sight of the girl writhing on top of his best friend as daichi kept rubbing the wet patch on her panties.

“well then, a-ah, fuck! daichi.” a moan and a curse escape her lips and suga wanted to faint right then and there. she’s so fucking beautiful and he wonders how she would feel—

she breathed heavily against daichi’s jugular, grinning at the boy. “you should stay the night then.”

sugawara koushi is not as innocent as people paint him to be. he’s a handsome, bright setter playing with a powerhouse school, of course he’s caught some bodies in his midst. but what he did not expect, was the captain of his team no-strings-attached relationship with one of the most elite student in karasuno high. she was the definition of brains and beauty and often being compared to shimizu kiyoko. little did they know that the two ladies had a fling together way back when.

“what a great idea princess.” daichi mused, almost cracking up at the imminent darkening of his best friend’s cheeks.

oh what the hell, sugawara thinks. he knows where this is gonna go. but fuck it, she’s an absolute goddess and all his pea-sized brain is thinking about is the thought of her screaming out his name.

“so princess, why don’t you invite our friend over there and ride him for me?” daichi turned to face the girl in his lap, her cheeks were tinted red from the heat and the filthy thoughts in her head. god, did she hope that the number #2 have some game.

the girl stood from daichi’s lap, walked towards the silver haired boy who was glued onto his feet, still processing what’s about to happen. she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her before pushing him down daichi’s king sized bed. the girl trapped him between her legs and crashed her lips against his— the boy under her froze for a solid second before his lips began to move in the same rhythm as hers. his hand slipped underneath her skirt, savouring the feeling of her warm flesh under his palms. her hands also found their way under the white sweatshirt he was wearing, tracing his sculpted, rock hard abs from years of conditioning and training with her fingers. she wasted no time before lifting the sweatshirt away from his body, exposing his milky white, toned and muscular torso.

while their lips are still connected and tongues exploring each other, sugawara’s getting uncomfortable at the straining of his cock against his jeans. he gracefully unbuckled the metal belt and kicked off the trousers and boxers, leaving his hard on pressed against his stomach. he couldn’t wait no longer, he wants her, he craves for her. the girl damn near whimpered at the sight of his red, abused tip that was already leaking with precum. she didn’t realised he was packing.

the wet patch in her white panties grew and she began to tremble. she wants to take the boy in her. she kneeled in between him and pulled her panties down, sugawara’s precum leaked more at the sight of her wetness trailing from her pussy and her panties.

“you’re on birth control?” sugawara asked, he’s already breathing heavily.

the girl wiped the precum on his dick using her thumb and spread it down his shaft as a lubricant. with her own slick, it was enough.

“of course.” she lined up his cock with her entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him, ultimately bottoming him out.

the sensation of his girth hitting the walls of her cervix made her cry out in both pleasure and pain. sugawara guided her by grabbing her thigh as she began to ride his cock. his tongue was still exploring her mouth until he moved lower and licked a clean stripe up her neck, making her moan out his name louder.

“suga-san... a-ah shit!” she cried as he began sucking on her neck, making sure to leave his mark on her. sugawara peppers hot, wet kisses on her neck and down to her collarbones, leaving faint pink marks that will sure stay with her tomorrow.

“god, baby you’re so good riding my cock like that.” he breathes against her neck. breathy moans and whispers kept leaving her mouth as she tugged at the silver tuft of hair on his nape to gain some control.

daichi, who was watching from the edge of the bed was palming himself at the sight of his best friend and fuckbuddy savouring each other. he managed to suppress his groans but failed as his high libido maxed out. he wants to join in on the fun too. he stripped from his training shorts and removed his boxers, as he had expected, he was already so close to cumming. he moved closer towards the two and positioned himself right behind her, using his free hand, he lubricated himself using his cum before thrusting into her ass without a warning.

the girl, who did not expect the abrupt penetration screamed at the sensation, it felt like she was being torn in half and she absolutely loved it.

“fuck! oh my god! daichi, hnng please.” she pleaded, as he slowly thrust himself into her at the same pace as sugawara’s cock riding in and out of her. the sensation she felt was just pure euphoria and in any moment her walls will crumble down like putty in their hands. daichi grabbed her throat from the back and gently applied pressure against it as sugawara nipped away on her translucent skin, sending bundles of pleasure from the nerve endings.

“i know why you wanted kuroo’s sweatshirt.” sugawara hummed against her skin. she was too busy whimpering to notice his fingers undoing the laced up detail of her shirt.

“our sweet peach was horny.” daichi mused from behind her before sugawara untied the shirt and threw it beside the bed, exposing the hard nipples of her breasts. yes, she didn’t wear a bra. the shirt was thick enough to cover her boobs through the day but not when there’s attractive men around her that makes her want to squeeze her thighs together. the two karasuno members definitely noticed that while she was busy smoking with kuroo and atsumu in beside her.

“little miss didn’t wore a bra and she didn’t want anyone to notice her nipples getting hard.” sugawara quipped again, tongue encircling around her areolas making her rolled her body back into daichi’s embrace. one, which was secured safely around her throat and another too close to her clit. she has to displaced a cry as his middle finger began rubbing circles on her already convulsing clit from sugawara’s cock constantly hitting her most sensitive bundles.

she began sped up her thrust to catch her high that is slowly building like a wall towering above her, daichi’s thrust also increased it’s pace to match with the desperate thrusts of the girl who craved a sweet release. with every jerk, she felt like she’ll pass out if she comes any sooner.

“hnng, i-i’m gonna cum.” she choked out, hands clawing away at suga’s biceps as her hips grind into his.

“i’m close too, fuck— baby just like that.” the boy under her groaned at the feeling of her walls clenching around his cock.

“fuck princess you feel so good around me.” daichi breathed into her ears. the praises she was getting from both men made her feel like she’s on top of the world.

“fuck! i’m gonn—“ she didn’t even finish her words as the trio released their liquid euphoria simultaneously. her walls around the men’s cocks clenched as she milked them dry, filling her up to the brim.

an intoxicated scream ripped from her throat as she felt her walls came crashing down. groans left the men’s lips as they released their seeds into her holes, it was a state of pure bliss for the three of them.

moans and whines left her lips as she’s slowly coming down from her high. her clit and ass are extra sensitive from being abused by the two men as she whimpers at the slightest position shift by them. the girl had to slap her mouth shut with her hand as they pull out their cocks from her with trail of cum from both her and the men was coated around the shaft.

the girl remained straddled on sugawara’s lap but her form is now trembling at her high sensitivity and her clit was red and pulsing. at the moment, her sensitivity is probably enough to make her cum in seconds.

daichi peppered kisses on her shoulder while sugawara pulled her for a kiss on the lips.

“god, so sensitive.” sugawara whispered against her lips. his fingers lightly brushed against her nub, a soft curse left her tongue. the room was quiet apart from heavy breaths and slight whimpers from the occupants.

the girl crawled off sugawara’s lap and leaned against the headboard with her knees up, exposing her holes which are now filled with white, milky load of the men. daichi and sugawara can only stare at the girl, their cock twitched at the sight of her taking them so well.

“look at you princess. you like to be filled up do you?” daichi teased, using his finger to swipe the cum trailing down her thigh, too damn close to her center. she clench at his finger skating down her sensitive thigh, making the cum trailed down more.

the silver haired boy can only chuckle. maxing out someone’s sensitivity has always been one of his biggest pleasure in sex and the sight of the girl most boys dreamed of fucking, writhing at his mercy like that bloomed some arrogance in him.

daichi still isn’t satisfied so he grabbed her by her hand and made her crawl to the edge of the bed, leaving sugawara still tending to his release. the captain towered over her before kissing her jaw and slowly trailing his lips down until he was kneeling on the floor. using his hands, he spread her legs open, her pink nub was still pulsing and he purposefully inched his lips closer towards her pussy until his warm breathe was hitting the entrance. she was so goddamn close to unraveling again.

“suga-san lets play a game.” daichi hummed. the vibration of his voice sent a shock of pleasure through her whole body.

“what is it?” sugawara stood from the bed and stood, towering beside her with his cock in his hand. he was smirking.

“i’m going to eat our angel out and you’re gonna fuck her throat. if she cums, we’ll punish her.” daichi said, grinning at his best friend as she gasped in pleasure? offence? she don’t know.

“i don’t think that’s fair?” she managed to breathed out. her hands running through her hair. she’s in for deep shit.

daichi shushed against her clit which sent vibrations everywhere in her body. she instantaneously rolled her hips towards his mouth before he kitten licked her pink nub and began sucking on it. moans and profanities left her lips again. it should be a sin that the captain is way too good at head and often times get her to cum with just his tongue.

“open up.” sugawara said and she turned to face the silver head boy. he had one leg propped up against the mattress and the tip was leaking again with his milky white cum.

the girl stuck out her tongue and licked the cum off his tip cleanly, as his eyes rolled back, she took him whole in her mouth— his tip hitting the back of her throat. suppressing her urge to gag, her tongue wrapped around his cock as she moved back and forth. sugawara groaned at the feeling of the girl’s warm mouth around his cock. how often did she give head for her to be so good? the girl seemed so innocent.

as the girl was taking sugawara in her mouth, daichi’s tongue was skilfully lapped around her pussy, savouring her to the best extent. she’s his best girl, she deserved the best head of her life. of course, the game was rigged so that she’s gonna cum as hard as he wishes. he sucked on her nub, tongue-fucked her, maxing out her sex.

she’s slowly losing control at the sensation of sugawara’s cock in her mouth because she was busy chasing her own high. sugawara grabbed the back of her head and gently pulled her closer, the tip of his cock hitting her throat made her gag and the sound she made was gospel to his ears. sugawara’s cock hums against her choked out moans, whimpers and curses as his best friend was eating her out so skilfully. sugawara knows she’s about to come undone and he is too, the girl is way too damn skilled for her own good.

the grip she had on the crown of daichi’s head was to anchor her hips to rock against his tongue. it just feels so damn good that she didn’t care that’s she going to be punished. she didn’t care her sensitivity is going to destroy her. she wants to cry out the captain and the setter’s name and be overstimulated so that she couldn’t even remember her own fucking name.

she choked out a curse as she felt herself coming undone in daichi’s mercy. but moments later, sugawara emptied his second load into her mouth. she swallowed him wholly and he felt pride as she wiped the cum off her lips. god she’s so fucking good, so fucking good.

“you came.” daichi wiped her cum off his lips and smirked. she knows he wanted her to come. he’s sadistic like that.

“well, you got a vibrator lying around?” sugawara asked, a hint of tease in his tone before moving to pile of his clothes and pulling his belt out from the loops of his jeans.

her eyes grew wide. oh no, not the vibrator. daichi grinned in delight at the sight of the girl, already envisioning what’s about to happen to her.

“yeah actually, second drawer from the bottom.” daichi said, standing up from his kneeling position and grabbed the belt from sugawara’s hands.

“shit.” sugawara cursed at the feeling of the red bullet vibrator with length similar to that of daichi’s and his. sugawara return and sat beside her. she flashed her best puppy dog smile to the man but he just smirked and brushed the fallen bangs behind her ears.

“nice try princess. but you’re not getting out of this one.” sugawara said as he switched on the vibrator. the familiar buzz of the contraption was enough to send her into frenzy. she’s not even fully down from her second high yet. daichi came from her other side before looping the belt into a makeshift handcuff. the leather cuffs looped around her wrist and daichi tugged at it, tightening it at once.

sugawara grabbed her by her neck and force her down so that she is now bent over his lap. she could hear the increased speed that he had set before he hovers the vibrational device over her clit.

she was already screaming. her maxed out sensitivity had her convulsing against his lap.

“you safe word is mint princess, remember that.” sugawara said and she nodded as she writhe under the goddamned device. god it feels so good but so painful at the same time. before she could scream out another profanity, a loud and forceful smack was applied against her ass by daichi. her liquid euphoria was dripping down to sugawara’s thigh at the stinging sensation of his best friend’s powerful palm. he’s a volleyball player after all.

“a-ah! fuck suga please!” she screamed and cursed, the vibrator’s increasing speed and sugawara’s teasing hands made her see stars. one moment he’s having it too close to her clit and then later, he pulled the self pleasuring device away, stripping her off the sensation.

“count with me darling. if you lost count, we’re starting back to one.” daichi’s tone was awfully dangerous. the sadism is probably one of her favourite thing about the team captain.

a loud smack was delivered once again to her ass. she whimpered at the sting.

“one.” she cried, the vibrating device pulsed against her clit tenaciously.

and another.

“two!” she cried again, unraveled. sugawara purposefully applied pressure on her clit with the vibrator long enough until she could answer to the captain.

her ass are stinging with red handprints, the captain marking her. she’s not going to be able to sit down comfortably for days.

“ten! a-ah fuck!” she came again. by the time they hit ten, she had orgasmed a total amount of five times and she’s about to meet her maker.

a last cry left her lips as the vibrator was shut off and the coldness of sugawara’s hand cup her butt. she was warm with heat, cum and sweat. sugawara lift her up from his lap and kiss her on the mouth, she was too weak and tired to kiss him back with much vigour.

“daichi-san look at her. isn’t she pretty?” sugawara pulled away and raked at her naked, fucked out state. pink and purple marks were littered on her skin, beads of sweat perspired on her forehead, her wrist red from struggling against the leather bond. she looks like dream.

daichi chuckled and grabbed her by the throat again, pulling her against him and forcefully turn her to face him. he kissed her, savouring her taste again, he’ll never get over how good she taste, how minty and sweet her breath still is even with swallowing his best friend’s cum. he uses his hand against her throat to push her back against the bed. sugawara had slipped away from under her and can only watch his best friend fucked the girl’s brain out one last time.

“i’m not done with you yet sweet peach.” daichi smirked against her neck. that goddamn high libido of his. the girl can only whimper at his grasp, her energy and soul vanished from catching her high over and over. he positioned his cock at her entrance and thrusts deep into her. her back arched towards him and she screamed at the ripping sensation again.

it’s too much, way too much.

“fuck baby i love how you feel around me. god, i wish i can fuck you forever.” he groaned out with every thrust. her whimpers grew louder, obviously almost reaching her high not even a minute into him fucking into her.

she couldn’t do anything. her hands are cuffed and legs are pinned with the captain’s body. she’s paralysed, with pleasure and pain. tears starts to roll down her eyes. it feels so fucking good but hurts so fucking bad.

“daichi-san you’re gonna break her.” sugawara chuckled as he wiped her tears away. with one last thrust, daichi emptied his load in her and her back arched against daichi’s torso, a toes curled at the euphoria, a string of profanity and the captain’s name left her lips. she couldn’t see, everything was blurry from her tears and her fucked out mind. she didn’t think she can function properly anymore. it was the most intense orgasm she’s ever had.

daichi collected himself and kissed her tears away before capturing her lips in his.

“you did so well for us princess.” daichi said, taking her face in his hands. her cheeks warmed up red at the praise. daichi removes himself from her and made her scrunched her face and squeezed her thigh together at the absence of the man’s cock. the leather bond from her wrist was removed, leaving a profoundly red mark. it was a sight to behold

daichi looked at the other man in the room, winking at his best friend as sugawara’s cheek become tinged in red too.

the silver haired boy honestly didn’t know where his ferocity came from but he was glad he could share it to the girl laid on his best friend’s bed, all disoriented and sensitive from his doings.

sugawara bent down and kissed her lips one more time. “i’ll go run us a bath yeah?”

daichi nodded and pulled out the aloe vera gel from beside his bed to tend the discolouration of her wrist and his palm against her round, pretty ass. he poured out the water from his bottle water into a glass on his nightstand and gave it to her to soothe her throat.

the rest of the night was spent by taking care of each other in the bathtub and cuddling the night away.

though the next morning, she couldn’t even stand up and sit down, let alone walking.

curse those volleyball players.

a/n : I DIDN’T REALISED HOW DETAILED I WROTE IT ON GOD I’M SORRY

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq headcannons #daichi sawamura x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #this is so filthy JESUS

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the-first-date · 5 years ago

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A conversation with Ashley Pecorelli [25/F/Brooklyn]

Madge Maril: So, first things first, tell us a bit about yourself — hobbies, job, dog.

Ashley Pecorelli: Well! I am a queer mental health counselor-in-training (and hope to make mental health resources accessible to LGBTQ adolescents)! Besides REAL hobbies which I definitely have (?) I enjoy watching Property Brothers with my lil dog, Mitski, thinking about the Twilight saga at all times, and using The Sims to cathart. It is way harder than I thought it would be to write something about myself wow.

MM: Real Tinder bio hours.

AP: So my Tinder bio was most recently (I guess still is) a transcript of the ticket girl video, specifically when she says that she called the police station to see if she could serve jail time instead of paying the ticket. It says all you need to know about me.

MM: I'm going to find this video and hyperlink it. Did tinder work for you? I guess "work" being that you are now in love, as I gather.

AP: https://youtu.be/EujUx_82Bxs one step ahead of you. So I guess Tinder did "work" for me! Although honestly I never felt that it was overtly working against me because when I started using it in earnest, I really wasn't looking for something in particular.

MM: Ooo, I've never thought about tinder working against us. Though I definitely think it has for me before.

AP: I started using it right after I got out of a long, damaging relationship, dated around a bit and had fun and didn't have fun and then found someone who is also With Her (Ticket Girl). How do you feel it worked against you?

MM: Oh no, you're turning the table!

AP: Oops.

MM: Honestly, I can readily admit that I download tinder A. way too fast after a breakup and B. to get compliments from men. I just swipe and swipe and swipe.

AP: True, it's honestly the ultimate game. Total sensory overload in one sense but in another sense also total sensory deprivation.

MM: Oo yeah. For me it's complete escapism, and I only really responded to people who were treating it the same way. So no good. But — what inspired you to first start looking for something in particular? I.e. what do you think inspired you to really pursue finding someone?

AP: Honestly, I truly did download it way too fast after a breakup, like the same day hahaha. But I guess for me the breakup was more a final escape and the first time I felt any sort of emotional (and sexual, sadly) agency, so once I got out I wanted to start exploring that as quickly as possible. I really didn't know what I wanted until I started seeing people and seeing things I did like and things I didn't — but the truly WILD thing was, even when a person and I truly just were not a good fit, I saw what healthy romance and sex is SUPPOSED to look like and understood that I had previously had no idea what the bare minimum level of being treated like a human is. Which is pretty sad and dark! But was also really exciting, to get crushes or feel NO spark or make out with a woman in a bar or have someone listen to the album you recommended them.

So all of that, the good and the bad and the platonic and not platonic, was great, in retrospect. But then I met my current partner (lol) and realized that it could be way more than just the bare minimum, and could be something I really didn't think existed. Not just love (because somehow I've never doubted love's existence) but true understanding.

MM: Damn. Thank you for sharing that. Let's talk about those interactions — the dates. The million dollar question: What do you wear on a first date?

AP: Hell yeah now the JUICY BITS. So on a first date, I typically try to look hot (obviously) but also somehow represent myself to the other person in almost an experimental way. Like I try to put on something I myself would feel really awesome in, and if for whatever reason that's not their idea of hot, fuck them! That's my whole mentality anyway.

My favorite first date outfit has been my black vintage T-shirt with two dragons dueling over a castle, knotted up to show a bit of not abs-abs, high-waisted black jersey peg pants (that feel like pajamas), chunky black platform boots, and whatever big weird earrings I bought on my most recent whim. If they don't like the dragon shirt, they ain't shit.

MM: Black jersey peg pants? What are peg pants?

AP: It's actually these very particular pants from ASOS.

MM: WOW these are the pants of dreams.

AP: SO comfortable, SO flattering — basically have the look of something Audrey Hepburn would wear but way more accessible and comfy.

MM: The pockets! The high rise! The cropped cut! I get it.

AP: SO GOOD right???

MM: Do you think you also factor in what the person you're going on a date with will find hot? Do you take into account their age, gender, all that?

AP: Oh, totally. Honestly most especially with other women, but people of all genders for sure. I think when I go to pick something out I kind of picture what I know about them (however little) and what their sensibility might be when it comes to style and aesthetics and ~hotness~. I also think the more I have felt unsure about someone or the way things are going, the harder I try to almost make up for it.

MM: Completely agree. Dating women ups the ante.

AP: It totally does! And then I think about her and wonder if she's doing the same thing.

MM: Do you wear perfume or makeup on a first date, too? (Also yes... I mean if we're all thinking it then SHE has to be thinking it, too. Right?)

AP: Yes! I wear whatever my signature scent is — I say this because I always have one, but it evolves every so often. My favorite one for over a year now has been from & Other Stories. Makeup wise, I just try to look like what I would look like on the hotter end of the everyday spectrum. Basically meaning... the addition of foundation and multiple shades of eyeshadow. It's taken me a long time to get to this point, but I've become kind of obstinate in that only I am allowed to be mean and critical to me. I can be as mean to myself as I want but either you like what you see or you don't! (Please like me.)

MM: And that's reflected in your makeup, you think? More so than the clothing? Drop the & Other Stories fragrance name!!

AP: Okay so it was Fig Fiction, which was such an amazing beautiful warm awesome scent! They discontinued it though (the last time I found it I bought three bottles). Now I use Sicilian Sunrise, which is pretty similar!

I think yes, more reflected in makeup. Simply because I am almost always going to dress in a way that makes me happy (if I've done laundry recently) but I'm not always going to put on makeup, so the makeup should just be closer to what you're gonna see all the time.

MM: Ok, so then the makeup is on. And the T-shirt and peg pants are on. Is it always the chunky black platform boots? Why? Because that's a constant power move IMO.

AP: The chunky black platform boots are truly ideal for many reasons: They're cute, they're sturdy, they subtly make me three inches taller (I need every inch), they'll hold up in rain or snow, and they'll allow me to do some damage to your face if you turn out to be a creep. And (drumroll) I got them on Poshmark for $10.

MM: No!! Do you know the brand?

AP: You're not gonna believe this but H&M. I do not shop at H&M for many reasons and would NEVER buy shoes from there but I took a shot on these because they were secondhand and they've held up impressively well. Almost everything I own was thrifted for financial and sustainability reasons, but these are truly a marvel.

MM: What does that word mean to you, specifically? Sustainability.

AP: Honestly I do not feel qualified to talk about sustainability at all! But to me, it's complicated. I grew up in a lower-class, financially insecure family while most of my friends were wealthy, so my family would either buy clothes secondhand or from a discount store. As a kid, this was really embarrassing to me to not have a closet full of Limited Too or Abercrombie, which obviously feels silly now. I'm still working class and financially insecure, so it's very difficult for me to buy from stores or brands that (at least claim) to ethically produce clothes because they're generally really, really expensive. That's the case for most of this country, including many people who are way worse off than I am. Thrifting is good for me because it allows me to get clothes when I need them at a low cost while also reducing environmental impact, but I don't think it's reasonable to make a judgement call on what any one person "should" be doing in the name of sustainability. Any one person can do whatever is comfortable to them, we can all try within our means! But at the end of the day, the real damage (and real opportunity for impact) is coming from big corporations and the government's actions. I don't think you can truly think about whatever sustainability means if you're getting mad at someone for shopping from a retail chain because it's all they can afford. Okay that was a lot and I have no idea where I was even going with that, sorry! I feel in many ways not educated enough to have feelings about this.

MM: Don't apologize! There's no set definition for the word, it's unique to all of us. And the Limited Too envy was real.

AP: Omg especially when they had the matching outfits for you and your Build-A-Bear... I wanted it so badly. BIG topic.

MM: I can't believe it's been an hour!! I'll wrap this up so you can get back to your sorbet.

AP: Omg it has, wow!!

MM: Final q: Did your last first date go well?

AP: My last first date ended with plans to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special together. This year we're going to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special together in our new apartment. I'd say it went okay!

MM: AWW. On that exceedingly wholesome note — thank you for chatting!

AP: Of course! My pleasure!

#the first date #style #fashion

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Chapter 13: Tradition

September 23 rd , Year 499

I had to fight Molly today. I would like to say that fighting her was just another round of sparring and that I didn’t feel anything while doing it, but that would be a lie. In a way I did kind of let my anger over what she did to Christina drive me. I wasn’t as brutal as she was, not even close, but I wasn’t exactly nice. Though I suspect that’s exactly what Eric and Four want out of us; they want us to be merciless and fierce, lacking in basic compassion for our fellow initiates and just fellow human beings in general. But that’s not me, I can’t just let go of my compassion. Angry at her as I was, I have no desire to hurt Molly in any serious way. It sucks to lose a fight, it’s a blow to your pride and a lot of pain you’ll have to deal with for days to come. I’ve won and lost a few fights, I know what it feels like to be on both ends. I’ve been fortunate that I haven’t quite been beaten like Tris and Christina have, but I don’t think that I could ever bring myself to hurt someone like that. I don’t like Molly by any stretch of the imagination, but I won’t make her suffer; she doesn’t deserve that.

Even though it’s been almost a month since I began my time here in Dauntless, I still haven’t become more comfortable with the idea of fighting and knocking out my fellow initiates. I can appreciate learning to fight both as a useful skill and an integral part of Dauntless culture, but it just doesn’t sit right with me. I know that Christina’s right and it’s really idealistic, but your faction is supposed to be your family. You devote everything you have and everything you are to this community of people because you share the same convictions that they do and in turn they take you in without judgements. Who you were ceases to matter, all that matters now is who you are now and who you can be. Honestly that’s kind of what drew me here in some ways. No one here knows the person that I was and that means that I can be whoever I want. I don’t have to be the perfect daughter or even a perfect person. I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to and in theory I could abandon all those dreams that I used to have and the pressure that I feel to live up to my family’s name and just chase down adventure wherever that leads me. It’s all up to me now and sometimes that terrifies me and sometimes it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. If I wanted to, I could just not care about anything that I used to and let it all go. I could take faction before blood to heart and just disappear from my family. I would never do that, of course, I love them more than I can possibly say; more than factions, more than money or power, more than my own life. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for them and that they wouldn’t do for me. We’re all stuck with each other, Minerva used to say, now and forever. Maybe that makes me a faction traitor; maybe that makes me the exact kind of dangerous that Maria warned me I was, but I honestly don’t really care all that much. I’m always going to love my family, nothing could ever possibly take that from me. If that makes me some freak; than consider me the freakiest.

I don’t really mean that. I think that there will always be a part of me that wants to fit here in Dauntless like all the others do, to just be another piece of the puzzle that falls into place. But there will always be parts of me that wonder what might have been too; with Casey and Mark in Amity, filled with nothing but carefree joy and far from any sort of violence or pain; back in Erudite with my parents, the twins, and all the people that we’re they’re tied to. I would have gone through initiation with Eliza and Kira and we would have helped each other survive; no matter how bad it got it would always be the three of us.

Maybe I’d be happy in either of those places and maybe I wouldn’t; but I’m here, in Dauntless, and I can’t change that. Maybe I don’t even really want to, because if I hadn’t come here than I never would have met Tris, or Al, or Will, or Christina, or Myra, or Edward. I would have never gotten to have them as my close friends and realize just how fast friendships can blossom when it feels like it’s just you and them with your backs all up against the wall and your only choice is to help each other out. I would never have gotten to experience Dauntless as it really is; loud, wild, and chaotic but ultimately so very beautiful. I might never have developed this beginning of a steel backbone or this person who thinks about all these opportunities that the me before transferring would never have even considered. We’re all different people since jumping into that net, and I think that we become a little more different every day; less our parents’ children and our birth factions’ dependents, and more the people that we’re meant to be.

I still don’t believe in fate. ‘Meant to be’ is such a bullshit concept, nothing’s ever really set in stone and I think that my presence here is proof of that. But I think that all of us have an idea of the person that we want to be, the Dauntless that we want to be, and as initiates we inch closer to that goal as we become more immersed in Dauntless living. As for who that person actually is, who I want to be; I just don’t know. I kind of have a vague idea what I want to do with my life but I’ve yet to cement what sort of person I want to be aside from just someone who helps other people, someone who makes other people happy.

I–

I don’t get to finish my sentence because Four sticks his head in and turns out the lights. When he’s gone I slowly uncurl from the position I was in and tuck my journal beneath my mattress. I would still rather not have anyone else finding it, especially since it’s something that I brought from Erudite, so I have to be sort of careful about when I take it out and put it away. It doesn’t have any sort of identifying marks, it’s just a navy hardcover book, but it’s not like any of the other initiates are especially into reading or that I even know where I would find a book like this in Dauntless.

I’m sitting up with my back against the wall staring off into space, not quite ready to lay down and fall asleep but with nothing to do, when the door bursts open again and people with flashlights stream in.

“Everybody up!” Eric roars.

I get to my feet slowly, sighing quietly. So much for my peaceful night I guess. Most of the Dauntless are older and I don’t recognize them, but I do spot Four among them.

Christina and I share a look across the darkened room, I can barely see her eyes but I know she’s looking at me. She’s wearing only an oversized shirt that barely falls to her mid-thighs. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at Eric when his eyes move from Tris to her. Will’s legs swing down next to my head and I glance up at him. He wiggles his fingers and gives me a tired smile.

“You have five minutes to get dressed and meet us by the tracks,” Eric says, the light from the flashlights makes his black eyes look reflective and monstrous. “We’re going on another field trip.”

And just like that, they’re all gone. All that fanfare for a fifteen second conversation.

We all begin rushing around, none of us wanting to be even a second late out of fear of crossing Eric. Even Peter, who supposedly fears nothing, was startled by the loud entrance.

I weave in between the adult Dauntless still crowding the Pit despite the fact that it’s nearly midnight. Though I’m sure that that will be me in less than a year, at least there seems to be more to do for those who are not initiates. As I walk beside Will, Christina and Tris somewhere behind us, I try to braid my hair back. It won’t look very good, but I have had many days since beginning my Dauntless training in which I have had to forego fashion in favor of function. This is one of those times.

The other Dauntless members don’t seem at all surprised by the crowd of teenagers pushing their way through their ranks half ready and most still kind of half asleep. In fact, a few of them hoot as we pass them, or shout actual words that I can’t make out over the dull roar of the rest of the Pit.

We make it up to the tracks right behind the slowest Dauntless initiates, the older Dauntless are also hanging around in their own little clusters. Some look like they’re in their early twenties while others can’t be a day younger than sixty, but nonetheless they all have that air of Dauntless spirit around them. That loud and boisterous but joyful attitude that was one of the reasons I used to watch the Dauntless students.

‘Age doesn’t matter in Dauntless,’ I remember Four saying on the night that I met Eric. He meant that in the context of who can take jobs or not, but I also think that for the Dauntless no one’s ever too old to be wild and adventurous. It’s kind of cool I guess; for the most part the face of Dauntless seems to just be a lot of loud young people, but there’s older Dauntless and that will be me someday. Always young at heart, and apparently in really good shape if they can still jump on the trains.

“What fresh hell do you think they’ve arranged for us this time?” Will says.

I shrug. “Knowing Eric it could just be a game where he drops us all in a field and hunts us down one by one.”

Al giggles. “A literal field trip.”

I blame how funny I find that on the fact that I’m basically asleep standing up.

A circle of light appears in the distance, though most of the initiates stop their conversations the older Dauntless don’t even seem to notice it. Only when the train draws much closer do they begin jogging along it, chatting casually all the while.

We all crowd into one of the last train cars, including the older Dauntless there have to be at least fifty of us and everyone is crammed against each other but I manage to stick close to the cluster that is my friend group.

“Alright,” Four says, and when he speaks most of the noise quiets. “We’ll be dividing into two teams to play capture the flag. Each team will have an even mix of members, Dauntless-born initiates, and transfers. One team will get off first and find a place to hide their flag. Then the second team will get off and do the same.” The car sways but he doesn’t. “This is a Dauntless tradition, so I suggest you take it seriously.”

“What do we get if we win?” someone from the crowd shouts.

Four raises his eyebrows. “That sounds like a question someone not from Dauntless would ask. You get to win of course.”

Eric reaches into one of the many duffel bags that the Dauntless members helped carry onto the train and pulls out a black gun with a long, thin barrel.

“Because we all want you alive,” Eric glances away for a second, “…to an extent, you’ll be playing with paintballs and paintball guns. I hope you’ve all been paying attention during target practice. Dauntless takes this ritual very seriously.”

Another Dauntless interjects, an older woman with a tattoo above and beneath her eye. “The paintballs sting like a bitch but it should be nothing for you…” she giggles, “soon to be Dauntless warriors.” The man next to her snorts, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Four and I will be your team captains.” Eric looks at Four. “Let’s divide up the transfers first, shall we?”

All I can do is hope that I get to be on the same team as my friends. I won’t get picked first, I know that much, but I would really rather not be on Eric’s team. Four’s team isn’t exactly appealing to either but for the most part I think that Four’s just annoying, I wouldn’t put it past Eric not to shoot any one of his team members if he found them too irritating and I would rather not walk on eggshells this whole game.

“You go first,” Four says.

Eric shrugs. “Edward.”

Four leans back against the wall of the train and scans the crowd of transfers with little interest. I’m sure he isn’t especially eager to have to be dealing with any one of us; we’re his ‘problem students,’ as I recall him saying.

“I want the Stiff,” he says and a snicker runs through the car, from the normal jerks in our class, to the Dauntless-born initiates, to the members.

“Got something to prove?” Eric says.

“Something like that,” Four says, keeping with his habit of almost never giving anyone a straight answer regarding anything. “Your turn.”

“Peter.”

“Christina.”

“Molly.”

“Will.”

“Drew.”

Four looks the remaining initiates including me and then sighs, it’s drawn out and frankly just a little bit overdramatic even by his standards. “Ice Queen.”

It would really be nice if he would actually use my name at some point. I know that he knows it, I’ve seen him write it out on the board when he’s matching up fights. He’s just intentionally being an asshole.

“Al.” Al gets a sort of miserable look on his face as he goes to stand among Eric, Peter, and friends. He’s too nice for them and I doubt that they’re going to be especially kind to him given that he’s friends with Tris.

“Myra.” She looks sadly at Edward and he blows her a kiss. She giggles and returns the gesture.

They divide up the rest of the transfers, then the Dauntless-born, then the members. I look around at my other team members and notice that we all have a few commonalities, or rather we’re all the exact opposite of the people that Eric picked. Eric picked the ones that are strong and large, from Edward with his lean muscle to the Dauntless members that look like they could snap me in half. My team on the other hand, is made up mostly of people who all look a little different; but from what I know of my fellow transfers all the ones that Four picked are all pretty light on their feet and quick thinkers. I’d imagine that that extends to the others that he picked, Four wants us to work smarter rather than harder. That’s actually rather clever of him; maybe there’s a few lights on up in that brain of his after all.

“You can get off second,” Eric says to Four when everyone’s been sorted onto a team.

“Don’t do me any favors.” Four very nearly smiles. “You know that I don’t need them to win.”

“No, I know that you’ll lose no matter when you get off.” The reply obviously irks Eric. “Take your scrawny team and get off first.”

The train dips and we’re parallel with the ground, that’s when my team jumps off. I manage to do it a little gracefully, unlike the only other chance I had to try when I jumped onto the roof. We land in a field not all that far from the marsh or the forest, but a ways from any faction’s territory. The night is cloudy but the bright full moon illuminates the space just enough for us all to walk without turning on our flashlights.

Four’s voice draws my attention away from scanning our environment and back to the people around me. “Okay. Initiates, you’re all taking the lead on this one; this is for you so it’s up to you all to come up with a hiding place and how we go after the other team. We may not be Erudite, but mental preparedness is the most important part of your training, arguably the most important part.”

“When your team won, where did you put the flag?” One of the Dauntless-born asks.

“Telling you wouldn’t really be in the spirit of the exercise, Marlene,” Four says. “This is supposed to be a test of your skills, not mine.”

“Come on, Four.” He brushes her hand off of his arm, unmoved by her pleading.

“Navy Pier,” another Dauntless-born answers for him. “My brother was on the winning team too. They kept the flag at the carousel.”

“So let’s go there then,” Will suggests.

No one objects, so that’s the direction that we head off in. In true Dauntless fashion, we’re not exactly quiet about it; members and initiates alike talk casually, the idea that it might give us away not seeming to bother them. Even Four up ahead is talking to one of the members; possibly a friend, I didn’t think he had those.

“We’re close to the Erudite sector, right?” Christina bumps Will’s shoulder with her own. I remember him saying that he memorized a map of the city for fun, so out of everyone he would know.

“Uh, yeah. It’s south of here.” There’s a hint of longing in his voice that I can understand. No matter how much bravado we all put on, we’re all a little homesick.

When we get up onto the bridge we’re able to see it across the marsh. I know this place, a lot of the engineering research and development facilities have their backs to the marsh. I took a tour of a few of them for school once; they’re just giant warehouses basically with walls that don’t even go an eighth of the way up to the ceiling which makes it feel more like a maze than a building. Some of the taller projects could be seen over the walls, explaining why they need all the space. Because of the surprising lack of windows in those buildings, it’s just a line of black shadows and then the hazy glow cast by the rest of the buildings, rising higher and higher but Erudite Tower being the brightest and tallest among them.

I’m closer to my family there than I have been in a while. I try to imagine what they might be doing right now; working probably. It’s not even midnight; with me no longer at home my father no longer has a reason to leave work early and so he’s probably working too, holed up in either his office in Erudite Tower or the Hub.

I take a breath, letting my mind linger on my family for another second and then pushing all those thoughts away. Now is really not the time for that, now I have to focus. I turn away from the view and begin to walk more quickly. As I do, I catch Will’s eye and we share a look of mutual understanding. We were both Erudite once, he’s missing it just as much as I am but as transfers we have to prove that we are nothing but happy to be here, so it goes mostly unsaid.

Once we cross the bridge, the field changes abruptly into an expanse of broken glass and crumbling buildings as far as the eye can see. Nothing this far out of the way is very well tended to, there’s no reason to waste the resources on it; it’s not like anyone’s using it.

Marlene takes out her flashlight and turns it on, brightening the path for all of us as well as exposing just how much crushed glass it really on the ground.

“Scared of the dark, Mar?” the Dauntless-born who suggested the navy pier teases.

“If you want to step on broken glass, Uriah, be my guest.” But she turns it off anyways.

I once remember my brother making some offhand snide comment about Dauntless seeming to have a hardline aversion to efficiency; that they can never just do anything the easy way because they act like they perpetually have something to prove. I think I’m starting to see where he’s coming from on that. There’s nothing especially brave about walking around in the dark with broken glass all over the ground, but the Dauntless just do it because…because it’s fun for them I guess.

A break in the buildings reveals a strip of land that just out over the marsh and rising up from it is a massive red and white wheel with little gondolas hanging from the spokes. Or at least it was red and white, most of the paint has chipped off to give way to rust and grime.

“People used to ride that thing,” Will says. “For fun. Can you imagine?”

Tris shrugs. “Those people must have been Dauntless.

“Yeah but like a lame version of Dauntless,” Christina asks. “A Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldn’t have cars. You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.”

“Bet we could hide the flag up there,” I mutter. “Like in the spokes or one of the cars or something.”

“Yeah, and you’re going to be the one to climb that thing and put it up there?” Will says incredulously.

“Oh absolutely not. No, do I look like I have a fucking death wish?”

“You act like it with the way that you talk sometimes,” Christina interjects.

I chuckle. “I keep telling you guys that they’re not actually going to kill us.” But after I speak the words I look at Christina again, her arms crossed and a doubtful look on her face, and suddenly I’m not so sure.

We keep walking and soon the broken buildings turn into simply crumbling ones. Their doors are shut tightly and from the shadows that I can make out inside, or lack thereof, they’re empty. It looks as abandoned as the last part that we walked through, but whoever used to live here clearly left at their own leisure; leaving their homes to slowly erode as time wears on.

“Dare you to jump into the marsh,” Christina says to Will.

“Oh yeah,” he drawls. “I’ll get right on that.” He smirks and shakes his head. “If you want to see what’s down there so bad, you do it.”

We reach the carousel finally, which is just as old and weathered as the rest of this place. The plastic horses that are still connected to their poles have chipping paint if not outright pieces missing from them.

Four gathers everyone up around him and pulls the flag out of his pocket; it’s fluorescent orange and looks like it’s been dipped in glitter.

“In ten minutes, the other team will jump and pick their location,” Four says. “They’ll be a fair distance away from us in any direction, but you should all use that time to be formulating your strategy.”

“Us members will do whatever you tell us to, but try not to lead us straight into a trap,” says a woman with purple hair that has pink streaks running through it.

Will takes the flag from Four. “Some people should stay here and guard, and some people should go out and scout the other team’s location.”

“Yeah? You think?” The bald girl next to Marlene raises her eyebrows as she snatches the flag away from him. “Who put you in charge, transfer?”

“No one, but someone has to take the lead on this.”

“Maybe we should develop a more defensive strategy,” Christina suggests. “Wait for them to come for us and then take them out, follow the people back to their hiding spot.”

“That’s the sissy's way to do it,” Uriah says. “I say we go all in; hide the flag so well that they can’t find it and then storm their base.”

“Okay yeah, we’ll get right on that,” Will says. “Because obviously they won’t be just as well hidden as we are.”

“Well, most of the people on that team aren’t exactly what I would call the sharpest knives in the drawer.” I nudge Will with my elbow.

Everyone has a different idea for how we should go about winning the game, which I guess is better than no one having any ideas, but it still makes it sort of hard to plan. I actually don’t have much of anything; there’s got to be something that satisfies the core ideas of everyone’s plans but I don’t know what that might be.

Bored of the argument after only a few minutes, I walk away from the crowd and sit down on the old faux-wood of the carousel floor, as far away from Four as I can get while still being on the same side of the carousel. I’m still listening, but at this point I have nothing to add and see no point in standing around and listening to everyone argue.

They’re west of us, somewhere within a two mile radius, but that’s all that we really know. All that we can rule out is that they’re not hiding anywhere close to the way that we came but that isn’t really saying a lot. We really can’t do much of anything without finding their flag first, not if we want to be smart about it. But then again, I think be now I should have figured out that the Dauntless don’t really give a shit about going doing things the smart way.

If I had to make a guess about Eric’s team, I would say that as soon as they hid their flag they’d be out looking for us. Maybe one or two people would stay behind to guard, but for them the best defense is a good offense.

Christina’s right, we should wait for them to come and find us and then follow them back; but Will is also right, we should try and split it so that there’s still enough people left behind to defend the flag because they’re weakness is that they aren’t going to think to defend themselves. But a lot of the Dauntless-born want a full frontal attack; much like Eric’s team probably, they don’t give a shit about defense they just want to go and fight.

But that doesn’t matter if we don’t know where their goddamn flag is.

I look around to find Tris, who also walked away from the argument, and see if she has any ideas. But she’s gone, and so is Four, and I really hope that they’re not doing something reckless and stupid but honestly I’m probably wrong. Tris isn’t exactly the sort of person to stand around and wait for other people to approve of her idea before she executes it; I both admire that and absolutely cannot stand that, this is supposed to be an exercise in teamwork after all.

After another couple of minutes of no progress both within my own team and my own head, Christina drops down next to me.

“I don’t suppose you have any bright ideas,” she says.

“Nothing coherent. Nothing actually doable. You didn’t see where Tris went, did you?”

“Sure didn’t. Do you think she’s alright?”

“It’s Tris and she can apparently bounce back from pretty much anything, so yeah probably but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were off finding a way to injure herself further.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’s off winning us the game.”

“They only way we’re going to win this game is if we can get together a coherent plan. Which, excuse my pessimism, I don’t think is going to happen.”

“I doubt the other team is any better off.” She snickers. “Like you said, they’re not the sharpest knives in the drawer.”

“Yeah, but Eric doesn’t give a shit about this being a learning experience. He has a plan and his team is going to execute it whether they want to do it or not.”

She bumps me with her shoulder. “You seem to just have it all figured out.

I snort. “I wish. I’ve considered a couple different strategies that might satisfy everyone; but they don’t work unless we know where the flag is, but we need a strategy to actually find the flag, and thus we are back to square one.”

She sighs. “That’s…that sucks.”

“Yeah. Dauntless, not the best strategists. Like Four said, they aren’t – we aren’t – exactly concerned with any kind of thinking ahead or mental preparedness.”

Will joins us a little bit later, looking annoyed and tired. “I’m done.” He says as he sits down. “I’m done, I no longer give a shit. They can fuckin’ do whatever they want. We’re going to lose and Peter and Eric are going to be rubbing our noses in it for the next goddamn century.”

“Your unyielding optimism really brightens my day; you know that?” Christina teases.

Will glares at her but he starts laughing after a second and then that laughter tapers off into a sigh. “We are so fucked.”

“Oh yeah definitely,” I agree. “Like if we could just get them to shut up long enough we might actually be able to come to a compromise, but, like, of course not.”

“Oh my god!” A Dauntless-born exclaims and at first I think that it’s just because of the argument, but then I notice everyone looking in one direction.

The three of us stand up to see what everyone’s looking at, and the ferris wheel is moving. The three of us look at each other in bewilderment and then understanding; in unison we say, “Tris.”

Of course, not even five minutes later she strolls up with Four. The entire team moves to meet them before they even reach the carousel.

“Did you guys turn the wheel?!” an older member exclaims. “You might as well have just shouted, ‘Here we are, please come get us,’.” She shakes her head.

“The wheel doesn’t matter,” Four says. “We know where they are.”

“We?” Christina says, looking between Tris and Four.

“Yes. While the rest of you were sitting around twiddling your thumbs, Tris climbed the ferris wheel to look for the other team.”

“The – the flags, they glow,” she explains.

“So what do we do now?” asks another one of the Dauntless-born through a yawn.

“I have an idea,” I say quickly before anyone else can speak.

I expect everyone to ignore me and turn to Tris or even Four to direct them, or to just break down into arguing again, but they don’t. For once, no one speaks and I have their undivided attention. I really hope that this sounds as good out loud as it does in my head.

“We move in waves,” I say, “each arranged to begin attacking at a set interval. We go in quiet until we can’t anymore. The first waves try to pin down the majority of Eric’s team in a firefight while one person or a team of people, it doesn’t matter, in the last wave goes for the flag.”

There’s a beat of silence where everyone just looks at me; and then Marlene asks, “What interval?”

I look back at Tris. “How far are we from the flag?”

“I would say a ten minute run maybe.”

“Five minutes,” I say. “That should be enough time to both get there and engage Eric, distracting them enough from realizing what we’re doing and intercepting us.”

“Fifteen minutes is a long time,” another Dauntless-born says.

“Something you can’t handle?” I raise my eyebrow and that shuts them up.

There’s another moment of silence and then Four, very slowly, says, “That’s actually not a terrible idea.”

��Yeah, I know,’ I snap back in my head, but keep quiet.

“Let’s do it,” Marlene says.

The others agree; some enthusiastically and others more hesitantly, but it becomes the plan that we decide on nonetheless. We agree to split into five waves, and I volunteer to go with the first because it’s my plan and I ought to be sticking my neck out if I really think it will actually work. The rest of the first wave is mostly made up of the Dauntless members because they’re the most experienced among us; but Marlene and Myra are also with me, at least if this totally goes to shit before the others even arrive I’ll have good company.

We disperse into smaller groups once we’re among the trees because it’s harder to spot two or three people sneaking around than it is to spot twenty. We’ll each approach the other team from different angles and converge on them, backing them into a corner. We expect them to fight back and try to use their numbers to overpower us, but if we can just hold our ground for a few minutes then the second wave will arrive.

The three of us decide that we’re going to try and get as far inside their guard as we can before we announce our presence. They’re expecting something from the outside, but the others will take care of that. We take the extra long way around for caution, but to my surprise and suspicion I didn’t see a single member of Eric’s team wandering around. The scouts must have passed this area already, or Eric is more clever than I thought.

I guess that there’s nothing that can be done about it now; but I really, really hope that we win this game. I really need this idea to work so that I’m not just the mediocre Erudite transfer with no distinguishing qualities whatsoever.

Where we slip in, there’s no guards and very few on our way to the tower where Tris said they’re keeping the flag. We won’t actually try to grab it, we just want to clear the way for the fifth wave as much as possible. That’s where Tris and Christina both are, and Will is with the second. Even though we’re not in any real danger I still worry about them.

Marlene checks her watch and holds up her hand, indicating that we have a full five minutes before the second wave arrives. That’s when the shouting and firing starts; I hear it coming from the front, where the Dauntless members must have engaged the guards. Good, that should make it easier for us and the fifth wave to sneak around.

We sneak around to the base of the tower, where there’s a maze of large shipping containers and cement walls for us to hide behind. Marlene is the first of the three of us to take a shot, she hits the guard by the door in the backs of his knees and he howls in pain and surprise, drawing more people over that the three of us open fire. I’m not a great shot with this gun either, but I can see how the practice has done some good because I hit more often than I miss; it’s just not always where I intended, or who I intended. A ball whizzes by my head so close it nearly stains some of my hair right as another one catches me in the chest. The woman on the train was right, it does sting like a bitch.

Marlene’s watch beeps and almost right as it does I hear a lot of shouting come from the front. So much for keeping quiet. She ducks back behind the shipping container for a quick second to set her watch again. We keep moving, keep trying to draw the guards closer to the big fight and farther from the tower. It also helps that the big fight is sort of coming to us, our team is starting to push them back behind their lines but unfortunately we’re already here too.

It hardly feels like any time has passed before all we’re waiting on is the fifth wave. My outfit is a mess of splatters and I’m sure all have constellations of welts tomorrow morning but all I care about right now is winning. So far it seems like my plan is going off without a hitch. But this is the easy part, cause as much chaos as possible to cover the last team. We still have to actually get the flag.

At some point I hear Marlene’s watch beep for the fifth time but it barely registers with me. We’ve moved on from trying to draw the guards away from the tower because now they’re within range of the others and their only choice is to fight back, because they’re Dauntless and Dauntless don’t run away from a fight. They’ve forgotten about their posts at the tower entirely, not the sharpest knives in the drawer.

The other team wasn’t exactly expecting to be shot in the back, so most of them had left themselves wide open on that front. It was easy pickings for the three of us, and they’re all broad enough that even I couldn’t miss.

I don’t even notice the fifth wave arrives; I keep all of my attention on the other team, which has finally noticed the three of us. It only feels like a few minutes have passed from arriving here when Christina bursts out onto the balcony of the tower holding the lime green flag with Tris right behind her. Everything stops and our team cheers. Marlene high-fives Myra and I and then Myra hugs the both of us.

The other team groans, letting their guns clatter to the ground. Some of them high-five the other team while others seem a little more bitter about the loss. But they can hardly be heard over the cheers coming from my teammates, whoops and just actual screams mixing into one oddly pleasant cacophony. To my knowledge, they never found our flag. We’d tossed it on top of the carousel before leaving, it was still visible and so technically not in violation of the rules but it was kind of a dick move because it meant that no one could get to it without making themselves an easy target.

I wait for Christina and Tris to come down, Will joining me as well. He's a paint-splattered mess but otherwise he looks just fine. We exchange giddy, but tired grins and say nothing. Tris and Christina come down not even a minute later; Christina is still holding the flag. Tris and I high-five, both of us knowing that we won the game for our team but not wanting to brag.

“Mimi!” Christina exclaims, wrapping me in a tight hug that I immediately return. She whispers in my ear through her laughter, “You do have it all figured out.”

I laugh, squeezing her tighter. I hadn't realized how freezing it is out here until she hugged me and I was suddenly warm. My stomach churns and my chest feels like it’s about to burst but in a good way.

She stares at me for another few seconds longer, examining my face carefully which makes me uncharacteristically nervous. Then she pulls away from me to pull Will into an equally giddy hug and the moment is gone, but the buzz in my chest remains.

We walk back to the train tracks slowly, meeting up with Al along the way. He’s covered head to toe in paint and seeming none too happy about it.

“Why couldn’t I have been on your guys’ team,” he sighs. “That hurt so much.”

“Because the universe hates you,” Will deadpans. “You did miss Christina, Tris, and Mimi being absolutely incredible.” He pulls Christina and I close to him, missing Tris because he can’t quite reach her. “They quite literally won us the game.”

I blush and lean my head back on his shoulder to stare up at the night sky. “I mean yeah, but Christina and I couldn’t have done what we did without Tris finding the flag.” I can see so many more stars out here than I ever could in the city, where there's so much light coming from the buildings that you can only see the brightest stars. This is also the first time I've looked up at the sky in about three weeks, another reason to dislike being underground that I would have never anticipated caring about.

“Yeah but there’s no guarantee that we ever would have been able to get to it without your plan,” Tris says. “And Christina did most of the work getting up there anyways.”

Christina grins. “You should have seen us, Al. We were incredible!” She still holds Eric’s luminescent flag in her hand and behind Will’s back she swings one side over toward me. Slightly clumsily, I grab it and we manage to get it over all of our shoulders just barely and we probably look ridiculous.

“Hey,” Marlene pulls me aside and lowers her voice. “Some of the other Dauntless-born and I are taking a little bit of an alternate route back, like a rite of passage thing. Want to come?”

I glance back at Will, Christina, and Al, noticing that Tris has dematerialized again. With me gone Will has taken over holding the other end of the flag and the two of them keep it wrapped around them tightly as they walk.

Marlene follows my gaze back towards them. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

It’s not like I’m leaving one of them all alone, they’ll have each other for company. Besides, I want to fit in with the Dauntless and this could be my chance to start doing that.

I shake my head. “Not at all. Sure thing, Marlene, that sounds lovely.”

“Call me Mar,” she says and then waves me after her as she walks away. “This way.”

Myra and Tris have also tagged along with the Dauntless-born and we follow them through the darkened streets all the way back toward City Center which, despite being one of the busiest places in the city, is mostly dark at this hour. The walk alone must have taken forty-five minutes and it was well after midnight when we arrived at the boardwalk. The older Dauntless members lead us around most of City Center to get to the abandoned Hancock Building, which is abandoned because it’s in such disrepair that it’s more trouble to fix than it is to leave it. Though I’ve always wondered why it hasn’t been demolished like so many others, but I suspect that I’m about to find out.

Another Dauntless is waiting for us outside the front doors and he grins when he sees us approach.

“Fresh off of capture the flag, little brother,” the man gives Uriah a one armed hug. “Did you do me proud?”

“You bet,” Uriah says. “Even brought along a few transfers from the winning team. For those of you who don’t know, this is my brother Zeke. Don’t let the smile fool you, he’s not that charming.”

We laugh and Zeke shakes his head at Uriah.

“What are we doing here?” Tris asks.

“You don’t get to know,” says one of the older Dauntless. “That ruins the surprise.” She extends her hand to Tris. “I’m Shauna, by the way.”

“I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Shauna interrupts her. “You’re the Stiff. Four told me about you?”

“Oh really,” Tris says and I can’t see her blush but the awkward tone of her voice suggests that she’s blushing. “What did he say?”

She smirks. “He said you were the Stiff. Why do you ask?”

“If my instructor is talking about me, I want to know what he’s saying. He’s coming, isn’t he?”

I groan internally. If Four is coming, then this night just got a lot less pleasant.

“No. He never comes to this,” she says. “It’s probably lost its appeal after all this time.”

Tris seems to deflate a little bit at Shauna’s response, exact opposite my reaction.

“Do you know him well?” she asks.

“Everyone knows Four,” Shauna replies. “We were initiates together. I was bad at fighting, so he taught me every evening before dinner.” She scratches the back of her neck, her expression suddenly serious. “It was really nice of him.”

‘Nice’ and ‘Four’ aren’t really two things that I’d really associate together, but I guess it’s kind of fitting for him. Seems like he was really cut out to be a teacher.

Our little cluster walks up the steps of the building and then inside. One of the door frames doesn’t have any glass in it so it’s just the frame, but the glass has long since been swept up. The entry way is eerily dark and I expect for Zeke to lead us to the stairwell, but we stop at the elevators instead.

“Do the elevators work?” Tris whispers to Uriah.

“Sure they do.” Zeke rolls his eyes. “You think I’m stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the generator?”

Uriah laughs. “Yeah, Zeke, I kind of do.”

Zeke glares at him and then, not letting this snide comment slide, pulls him into a headlock and rubs his knuckles against his shaved head. Uriah smacks him in the side and he lets go, the both of them laughing.

The elevator doors open and the initiates pile into one and the members into the other. There aren’t very many of us, but they’re all Dauntless-born, who outnumber the transfers something like two to one.

“What floor?” asks a girl with a shaved head.

“One hundred,” Tris says.

She whips around. “How would you know that?”

“Lynn, come on,” Uriah says. “Be nice.”

“We’re in a hundred story building and we’re Dauntless,” Tris retorts. “Why don’t you know that?”

She doesn’t respond, she just jams her thumb on the button and the elevator zooms upward.

“Oh yeah,” Marlene says before any semblance of silence can really settle over us. “Uriah wasn’t the only ones who brought friends. Everyone, this is Myra and Mimi; Myra and Mimi, meet everyone.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, everyone.” Myra giggles.

“How did three transfers wind up with us anyways?” asks a Dauntless-born who’s name I don’t know.

“You were on the other team weren’t you?” Marlene asks and the boy nods miserably. “Well, Tris and Mimi are the two people responsible for your loss. Tris found the flag and Mimi made the plan to get it. Myra was with Mimi and I and she’s just really cool.”

Myra twirls a lock of finger around her hair, blushing a little. Tris and I exchange smiles again.

“It was pretty smart of them,” Uriah says. “Like, Erudite smart.”

Tris and I share another look, both of us knowing what the other is thinking, but neither of us say anything.

“Just because you did one cool thing doesn’t make you any less transfers,” Lynn says. “You’re not Dauntless yet.”

Marlene leans her head on Lynn’s shoulder. “Come on, they’re not so bad.”

Lynn rolls her eyes, but smiles at Marlene.

“I wonder how we’ll get to the roof from…” Uriah's voice trails off as the doors open.

The hundredth floor is no better lit than the lobby but light leaks in via a massive hole in the ceiling, making an aluminum ladder look like it’s glowing in the dark.

“You know, I’m more curious how they managed to knock that hole in the ceiling,” Myra mutters to me and I nod.

We follow Lynn and Marlene up the ladder to the roof, which thankfully has a rail around the perimeter to keep us from falling off. No one speaks, not even as the Dauntless members arrive, we all just take a second to be totally captivated by the view of the city from all the way up here; swathes of bright light next to pitch black as some sectors of the city are much less busy than others. From up here I can see all the basic shapes on maps I’ve seen that I can recognize as places that I know. I think of Will, memorizing a map of the city in his spare time, it doesn’t seem so trivial now. In fact I can actually understand the impulse to want to have a bird’s eye view of everything always in your mind. He would love it up here I’m sure.

In my peripheral vision I see people moving to gather around one part of the balcony and when I manage to tear my gaze away from that breathtaking view I finally notice that secured to one of the poles rising up from the roof is a thick steel cable that runs off the building, straight out into the darkness. I may not have memorized a map of the city, but if I had to guess I would say that it touches down somewhere near the Dauntless compound.

On the ground next to the railing is a pile of black belts, harnesses, Zeke secures one to the zipline and in his best corny announcer voice says, “Step right up, step right up! Who among you will be the first to brave the death and gravity defying Zipline of Terror?!” Before he can get through another sentence, he breaks down into laughter.

Shauna, also laughing, is the first one to ‘step right up’. She climbs onto the railing and my breath catches for a second when she does as I’m reminded of Christina having to climb over the railing on the bridge over the Chasm.

‘This is different,’ I remind myself. ‘This is fun. Dangerous, but what Dauntless fun isn’t?’

She gets into the sling and Zeke secures the straps tightly around her but my second hand anxiety doesn’t fade; I can almost see the tough fabric fraying and snapping, plunging her to her death a hundred stories below. The image of the girl who didn’t make it to the roof back on the first day of initiation isn’t something I think I’m going to be forgetting any time soon. That girl was sixteen years old, just like me, what’s going to stop me from falling?

I’m drawn back to reality as Zeke counts down from five and then shoves her off into the darkness, I can hear her cheering as she hurtles to the ground for a few seconds and then it fades away.

Some of the others whoop and throw their fists in the air, Myra among them. We all form the closest that we can get to an orderly line, ten people between me and the zipline. It’s nothing against Zeke, I’m fairly confident that he knows what he’s doing, it’s just that I know accidents happen and I don’t want to be one of them; I don’t want any one of us to just die in some tragic accident like Rita’s sister.

No one else seems afraid, the members have all probably done this a hundred times before; but the initiates, who heard and maybe saw the same thing I did, they all look nothing but excited. Maybe they’re just good at hiding their fear, maybe the things that have happened over the past two and a half weeks don’t bother them like they bother me.

“So this is Dauntless culture,” Myra says.

“Yep, this is about what I expected,” I say. “The ziplining, I mean, and maybe capture the flag but everything else kind of came out of left field.”

“Yeah, same actually. Scared?”

I give her a tight smile. “Petrified. You?”

She squeezes my arm, somehow managing to avoid all of my bruises. “Figuratively shitting my pants.”

The knot of tension inside me slackens marginally as we exchange smiles. We’re in the same boat, afraid but unwilling to back down now.

“You know,” she says, “my father used to say to me that real bravery isn’t never being afraid, but rather acknowledging your fears and acting in spite of them.”

“Your father sounds like a smart man.” The saying sounds rather familiar to me as well, I don’t know where I would have heard it from though.

“He was.” Something flickers in her expression for a moment; Myra is as homesick as the rest of us but too proud to show it, just like the rest of us.

Something that I hadn’t noticed about her before now, standing right next to, is that her hair isn’t naturally red; the lack of time she’s had to pay attention have left the light brown roots to grow out long enough to become noticeable.

I look back at the zipline again to see Tris getting in; that means there’s only three people left until I have to go. She slips into the harness on her stomach like most of the others. She looks back at the line of people left as Zeke and her eyes meet mine for a quick second.

“Ready, Stiff?” Zeke says. “I have to say, I’m impressed that you aren’t screaming and crying right now.”

“I told you,” Uriah says. “She’s Dauntless through and through, now get on with it.”

“Careful, little brother,” Zeke chides with teasing tone. “or I might not tighten your straps enough come your turn and then, splat!”

“Yeah.” Uriah rolls his eyes. “And then mom would boil you alive.”

Zeke shrugs. “Only if she found out.” He counts Tris down and then lets her go. I don’t hear her scream in terror or cheer like the others before her did, she was just there and then Zeke let go and she wasn’t.

“Who would’ve thought that the Stiff would be the bravest out of all of us,” Myra mutters.

I look off in the direction that the zipline leads. “She’s really not what anyone would expect.” I look back at Myra. “It’s cool, right?”

“Heh.” She nods, looking away toward the zipline. “It’s…something to behold.”

Myra and Tris are the two that struggle the most in initiation, as the two smallest and leanest initiates in our transfer class they have kind of a hard time gaining the upper hand in fights. We haven’t seen our rankings yet, but I know what Eric thinks about them just from the way that he jeers when they fight. From the way that she acts I assumed that Myra thought herself to be above his petty insults, but I think that she wants to impress just as much as the rest of us do. We all know that Tris is truly Dauntless, it’s something that everyone can see and after that game of capture the flag I think that she’s pretty much proved that she belongs here. She climbed the fucking ferris wheel, if that doesn’t prove it I don’t think anything will.

Myra hasn’t really done anything that anyone’s taken notice of; she isn’t the best fighter, she isn’t the cruelest initiate, she isn’t the bravest out of all of us, she wasn’t the first to knock someone out, Eric hasn’t tried to kill her, she doesn’t talk back to Four. She, much like Will, Drew, and Molly, and the other initiates – the normal fucking people in this sea of chaos – pretty much seems to stick to the sidelines. I wonder if she’s jealous, because Tris really sticks out and maybe she just wants to be that.

Maybe I’m reading into it too much.

Marlene is gone before I realize and then Myra steps up. As Zeke straps her into the harness she looks back at me and says, “See you on the other side.” Then Zeke lets her go and she disappears into the night, cheering all the while.

I have to wait for a small eternity before Zeke beckons me forward. I climb onto the barrier with shaking limbs and let Zeke guide me face down into the sling. I can see how far the drop is and I think of Rita’s friend again. I’m not someone who’s afraid of heights, but I’m also not usually someone that flirts with death for the hell of it. Although I guess that that’s better left in the past; flirting with death for the hell of it might as well be right in the Dauntless manifesto for all that it seems to be a requirement to join up with them.

“Ready?” Zeke asks.

“As I’ll ever be,” I say, trying to let my nerves show through my voice.

“That’s the spirit.” He smacks me on the shoulder and it makes the sling bounce slightly. I swallow a scream and smile at him instead. “Don’t forget to pull the break at the bottom.” He tugs lightly on a handle attached to a cord behind me. I nod and he pulls me back slightly. “Three, two, o-” he lets me go and the rest of the word is lost as I hurtle away from the Hancock Building.

I swallow another scream and grip the harness around my chest for dear life.

‘I am not going to fall,’ I remind myself. ‘I have every confidence in Zeke and his knowledge; I am going to be just fine. I’m Dauntless, this is what we do.’

I’m lower than I was up on the roof, but it still kind of feels like I can see everything up here among the skyscrapers. I breathe heavily, the harsh wind drying out my mouth almost immediately, and then instead of screaming I try a cheer. This isn’t actually so bad; I mean, it’s scary as fuck but in a way that makes me feel like my whole body is vibrating and I want to laugh. It’s a weird feeling and not really something that I’ve ever experienced before, but it thrills me.

Perhaps flirting with death isn’t so bad; death doesn’t seem to be all that into me.

Up ahead of me, there’s a brick wall with a giant X formed by floodlights. Feeling both disappointed and relived that the ride is over, I reach up and pull the brake. Standing on the ground, which is a survivable distance away now though it would still really hurt to hit the concrete and I’d probably break a bone, are the Dauntless; some of them I saw up on the roof and others must have been waiting here to catch the first person. They form a net of sorts with all their arms, ready to catch me. I reach behind me and first undo the straps around my legs, feeling them drop down makes a bolt of terror run straight through me. I hesitate before undoing the two straps around my chest, looking down at the people again. With the bright lights on them I can very clearly make out Marlene, Myra and Tris, then Uriah and Lynn. I take a deep breath; these are my people and I trust them. Dauntless is my family, not by blood but by choice and neither of those bonds outweighs the other. The love that I feel for both are a little different but I love them nonetheless; insane as Dauntless is, it’s still amazing to me. Despite everything, that spark hasn’t dulled since initiation started; I just see things a little differently now, but I also think that I am allowed to be idealistic and realistic at the same time. Ideals and idealism are what hold these factions together.

I unbuckle both straps at the same time and fall into their arms, landing on my stomach because I don’t have enough time to turn over. I feel muscle and bone dig into my flesh and it knocks the wind out of me, but I don’t mind in the slightest. They lower me to the ground in almost perfect unison and disentangle themselves from each other to let me stand up.

I get to my feet and find a spot in the tangle next to Tris right as another body comes into view. I grab Myra’s hand across from me and a stranger’s wrist as the human net reforms to catch that person.

Tris leans over and in my ear says, “Pretty cool, right?”

“Amazing,” I say breathlessly.

We catch four more people before Zeke himself comes down and then we all begin to walk back to the Dauntless compound, laughing and talking loudly as if it isn’t the very early hours of the morning.

Exhaustion begins to settle over me and only becomes more and more apparent the closer we get to the dormitories. Tris, Myra, and I don’t bid each other goodnight; we all just collapse on our respective beds. My last thought before falling asleep is that I might be just fine here, the first time I’ve thought that since the start of initiation.

We’re all going to be just fine.

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America’s Most Eligible 2 Diamond Scene: Dream Suite with Mackenzie

You lean in closer, whispering in Mackenzie’s ear… You: We should get out of here. Mackenzie: That’s exactly what I’m saying. Eden/Heath: Have fun, you two. I’ll make sure no one goes looking for you! Mackenzie grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to the Dream Suite.

You and Mackenzie stumble into the Dream Suite, laughing, breathless. You: Hurry, lock the door. I need to get my hands on my new fiancé and I don’t want to wait another minute. Mackenzie closes the door and throws the bolt before launching herself into your arms. Mackenzie: Mmmm, say that word again. You: Fiancé. Mackenzie: God, is this even real? I feel like any second now I’m going to wake up and find out this was all a dream. You: I’ll just have to convince you how real it is. You lean forward and kiss her heatedly, your hands roving up and down her curves. You: Real enough for you? Mackenzie: I dunno. I think these silly clothes are getting in the way. You: There’s an easy solution for that.

You: Let me… -Tear them off for you.

Mackenzie: You’re pretty impatient for someone who just promised to be with me forever. You: And I don’t want to waste one hot second of it. Mackenzie: That’s what I like to hear. You kiss her hungrily, while your hands lunge for the nearest zippers and fastenings. Mackenzie does the same to you. You: Is this a race now? Mackenzie: Less talking more unzipping. Buttons rattle to the floor as you push her up against a wall. Mackenzie gasps as your lips find her neck, and she gives a sharp tug. You hear stitches pop as your clothes slide to the floor.

-Undress you… slowly.

You: After all, we’ve got all the time in the world now. Forever, in fact. Mackenzie: I’m not sure I could be satisfied with just forever. You lift a hand to tuck an errant lock behind Mackenzie’s ear, before tracing it down her slender neck. You feel her pulse quicken. You: Let’s put that to the test, shall we? As you lean in and kiss her, you wrap your arms around her and slowly tug the zipper on her dress down, your touch lingering over every inch of revealed skin. Mackenzie: Forever’s starting to feel real good. Mackenzie’s hands roam over you with an increased fervour, her nimble fingers loosening buttons and fastenings. Together, your clothes slide silently to the floor.

You: Real enough for you? Mackenzie: Definitely. You: Mackenzie… I love you. Let me take care of you. Mackenzie nuzzles against your neck, nipping slightly at the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. Mackenzie: If this is going to be a true partnership, taking care of each other needs to go both ways. She pushes you onto the rose-petal-strewn bed, then reaches down and hoists up the basket of champagne and fruit the producers left for you in the Dream Suite. Mackenzie: It’s your lucky night, Jamie. I happen to feel like pampering you. You: Is that so?

You: Then I’d love some… -Grapes.

Mackenzie: Happy to oblige. Mackenzie gives you a naughty smile before plucking a single plump grape off the stalk. Taking it between her teeth, she climbs on top of you and brings her face close to yours. You: Mackenzie… You tilt your head and take the grape from her mouth. It’s taut, sweet, full of juice. You: Delicious. Mackenzie: I’ll be the judge of that. She lockers herself onto you and flicks her tongue against the seam of your lips, tasting the last few droplets of juice before you open your mouth and let her in. Mackenzie: Mmmmmmmm… That is delicious.

-Champagne.

Mackenzie: I got you covered. Mackenzie wraps a corner of the duvet around the bottle to muffle the pop of the cork. Crawling on top of you, she tilts the bottle and a splash of sparkling wine dribbles across your abdomen. Mackenzie: How clumsy of me. Let me get that for you… With slow, sensual swipes of her tongue, she licks her way up to your chest. You: Wow, Mackenzie, that feels amazing… Mackenzie: But how does it taste? She lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a swallow, before taking your face in her hands and sharing some of that sweetness with you. You: Mmmm… delicious.

You: I could get used to this. Mackenzie: No way. I plan on making it my lifelong marriage mission to keep you on your toes. You: Is that right? Two can play at that game. With one swift move, you flip her over until your positions are reversed. Mackenzie: Whoa! Mackenzie: Looks like you’ve got me right where you want me. So what are you going to do about it?

You: I want to… -Take you, now.

Mackenzie wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you even closer against her. Mackenzie: Now that’s the right answer. You capture her mouth in a kiss, taking her lower lip between your teeth. She moans, and your own body shivers in sympathy and desire. Mackenzie: Jamie… Yes… Deftly, you move her underwear to one side and at the first touch, her back arches beneath you. You: Whoa now, not so fast. Mackenzie: Hurry and catch up, then. Mackenzie slips a hand between the two of you and your gasp dissolves into a groan as your hips begin to buck. You: Yes… just like that… Mackenzie: Jamie… Jamie… You bury your face in the crook of Mackenzie’s neck as waves of pleasure overtake you both…

-Hold you.

You: With everything that’s happened, I just want to bask in this moment. Mackenzie: I’m so good with that. You settle yourself back against the pillows, and Mackenzie draws up the duvet before curling up against you. Mackenzie: You continue to raise the bar, Jamie. Mackenzie: Every time I think I can’t be more in love with you, you say something funny, or smile at me a certain way, and I fall all over again. Mackenzie: I joke about keeping you on your toes, but you continue to surprise me every day. You press a tender kiss to the top of her head. You: Buckle up then, because you’re in for a lifetime of surprises. Mackenzie: I can’t wait. Mackenzie sighs and softens against you, and you fall into a contended doze…

Some time later, you wake up and glance over to see Mackenzie’s eyes flutter open as well. You: Wakey wakey future wife. Promised spouse. Maiden to whom I have betrothed myself. Mackenzie: Betrothed? You’re lucky you’re gorgeous. Stretching like a cat, Mackenzie sits up in bed. Her smile slips away. Mackenzie: Do you ever think about what our lives would be like if we’d never met? You: Is this something you think about a lot? Mackenzie: Yeah, sometimes. Because… we almost didn’t meet. Mackenzie: What if that Whitney girl from last season hadn’t quit? What if you hadn’t been in that exact place at that exact time? Mackenzie: So many things could have gone differently, and… I can’t imagine my life without you. You: Mackenzie…

You: Meeting you was…

-Pure luck.

You: But that’s part of what makes life exciting. Nobody plans to run into the love of their life, but they do. And we did. You: So we caught the winning lottery ticket in the middle of a tornado. That doesn’t mean we can’t cash it in and enjoy what we have.

-Meant to be.

You: You’re right, so many things could have gone differently. You: I could have caught a later bus that day. I could have chosen a different spot in line. I could have worn different underwear. You: But every choice I made that day ultimately led to us meeting each other. You: If that’s not a sign the universe wanted us together, I don’t know what is. We’re like the Big Bang, baby.

Mackenzie: When you put it that way, that just sounds awesome. You glance at the time. You: I think we better head back to the others. Mackenzie: Why? We’ve already wrapped. You: Because they’re our friends. I want to get some decent goodbyes in before our time on AME wraps up for good. Mackenzie: Alright, fine. Have it your way. Giggling, the two of you make yourselves as presentable as you can, barring a few missing buttons and torn seams, before returning to the living room.

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enaasteria · 7 years ago

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Nightmare // Sehun

Mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year.

// Halloween Prompt #1 // Slightly suggestive but not really

“You’re happier than usual,” Yumi shouts from behind her sheer ninja mask and over the fervent music playing in the club. A bloodthirsty vampire wearing a ragged, sleeveless dress shirt dances alongside her. He’s practically thirsting for something else as his plastic fangs glide against her neck with strong, veined arms curving around her waist. She welcomes his advances with her hand entwining into his bed of unruly hair. They’re in their own little world and my benevolence is in parallel to theirs. My body jumps and sways to the entrancing beats as I answer her with words conveying how happy I truly feel. “I am!” I exclaim. The cranberry vodka she shared with me earlier aids in fueling the adrenaline as the addictive drink trickles through my system.

She raises her brows at me, “Does it have to do with Sehun?”

“This time---yes, yes it does.”

My elation widens and she catches on quickly. I shrug my shoulders and inwardly smile, almost manically laughing to myself.

The reason being among the multitude of costumed individuals, many chose It as their outfit this year. Their faces are painted a cold white and their lips are stained red with crimson lines leading up through their eyes. Some pay tribute to the original 1990’s cult design with a frilled collar and puffed sleeves. Others chose a more seductive approach; they’re barely clothed and or wearing short dresses and ripped white stockings leaving little to the imagination.

But whereas the titular character defines the epitome of nightmares and bad dreams, the vindictive clowns surrounding me at present are my ultimate blessings. As Yumi stated, they’re why I can’t stop smiling and how I’m possibly the happiest person in the club. It’s because my outfit doesn’t mimic theirs---which also means my chosen attire won’t match Sehun’s.

He and I have an odd relationship. And it’s not because I like him or fawn after him. I won’t even lie about how I find him terribly easy on the eyes but my interactions with him have been less than pleasant (and that’s putting it mildly).

We’re not friends. At least from the way things have progressed between us, I don’t believe we’re friends. It seems more or less like his goal in life is being the single reason why my pathetic soul leaves my body once he appears in front of me at a Halloween party.

We somehow always manage matching costumes.

It’s never by my choice. It just happens as if the menacing man is imbued with nefarious black magic to turn up in an outfit accenting mine.

It’s a curse.

It’s a malediction of the acutest kind and I hate admitting how he consistently complements my costume for the better whether I like it or not.

If I showed up as the 10th Doctor from Doctor Who, he’ll come in as TARDIS. If I’m Watson, then he’s Sherlock. Mario, Yoshi. If I’m Pikachu, then he’s the damn poké ball. It doesn’t matter if I go with a female outfit, male outfit, or if I dress up as the obscurest thing in the world---he somehow, in some evil warlock kind of way, knows exactly what I’ll be and wears an accompanying costume.

It’s a peculiarity I don’t understand. Even now, I can picture Sehun’s smug grin every time he arrives wearing something similar to my own. His half-moon eyes, the curl of his mouth, and his tongue flushing against his upper lip are engrained into my brain like a permanent burning scar.

I could never figure out how he copied me or why he did it in the first place. It seemed to bother me more so than it ever did for him---as if he liked or wanted it; as if my unraveled state was his ultimate pleasure and joy.

What I once thought was a rare coincidence now has me wondering if Sehun is doing this to purposely mess with me---or if in actuality it’s the universe and fate being the ones up to no good.

Either way, I made a change this year to defy all odds. I did something I never did before to change my circumstances for the better---

I asked him.

Channeling my true, intended Halloween theme as Kingsman: The Secret Service, I tried my hand at outsmarting the deviant boy at his own game. He was wary at the start but I told him if we were going to match regardless, we might as well tell each other what we’re going to be so we can have the best costume possible.

I didn’t think he would agree. I thought he was going to argue with me and say what I’m doing would subtract the element of surprise for him (a part of me honestly believes he revels in my sad misery) but he told me what I wanted to hear. He relayed his plans and I remember his answer verbatim.

‘I’m going as It this year.’

And he smirked.

He exhaled an amused short breath and that mischievous grin was the last thing I remember prancing along the sharp contours of his prim face.

I didn’t think much of his reaction then and I don’t think much of it now as I’m dressed in a high collar black sleeveless shirt under a gray double-breasted wool suit jacket and pants.

One word echoes throughout my mind as I move to the playing song and it’s the word It. Like the majority of the women and men in this club, Sehun will be just like them. He will match them and be dressed as the monstrous clown. The very thought causes my merriment to stretch further up to my pink cheeks.

Yumi shakes her head at my ridiculous behavior, clearly aware of my predicament with the problematic, aforementioned male. Although, I half blame her for my present issues because she was the one who introduced me to him all those years ago. It began with his name and his picture as if she tried to set me up with him. Little did she know Sehun and I would end up as a match in an entirely different manner.

She’s about to say something but it’s cut short as the nameless vampire nibbles on her neck. She falls into his trance and leans into his toned frame as they move in sync to the rhythm beating between their bodies.

I raise my brows at her before pulling on the high collar fabric around my neck, “Too hot.”

She laughs, completely under the vampire’s spell, “Isn’t he?” and he kisses down even harder on her flesh from hearing her reply. I don’t mull on whether she intentionally misconstrued my sentiments or not but motion to the upstairs balcony to let her know I’m going to drop off my suit jacket and get something to drink.

The cool air brushes over the cuff of my bare shoulders as I grab a water from the bartender. I lean over the balcony railing with cup in hand, surveying the eclectic number of inebriated individuals. I perch my chin on a bent wrist and my fingers tap along my cheek to the addictive beats of EDM while I scan over every person in the club.

“Looking for someone in particular?”

My ears barely make out his signature silvery tone and a smile stretches from one end of my face to the other. I straighten and turn to my left, “No, just a clo---” but I’m interrupted as I face Sehun and the happiness I once felt immediately dissipates as I take in Sehun’s presence.

He’s dressed immaculately well and that is where the very problem stems from. My brows furrow into a kneaded knot. It’s full of horror and confusion over why he’s not the frightening clown he said he would be.

There’s no white paint on his face. There’s no red nose or furry orange wig. There’s nothing clownish about his costume because he’s the dapper, glasses wearing, tailored gray suit Eggsy to my Roxy costume and I instantly want to fall to my knees and cry from dejection.

I stutter, “H---How---”

“How what?”

“How do you do it every year? How does this keep happening?”

“Does it matter how I do it?” There’s that vexing smirk again. He’s enjoying this. He’s lapping up this exchange as if I’m the light to his day.

My chest rises up and down with each breath but I’m noticing every time I breathe, Sehun inches closer and closer. He decreases our space but it’s different this year. He’s much more forward with his approaches and it’s causing a bewilderment I can’t quite grasp.

He finally stops in footing and cranes his neck, reading me far better than I can ever understand him. “Does it bother you that much when we’re in matching costumes?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Sehun’s grin is the work of demons as his gaze is transfixed on me with no chance of any spell breaking its connection.

“Because you said It.”

“And?”

I’m internally dying at this point. Perhaps it’s from anger or maybe it’s from my hatred of how irritatingly attractive he still looks in the suit with dyed blond hair (but annoyed nevertheless by how he managed to fool me again). “You said It, Sehun. You told me---letter for letter and I will quote you on October 1 at 6:14 PM, you said you were going to dress up as It this year. This is not It.”

“Who says I’m not?” he slyly refutes and I want to wipe away how his smile is messing with my every patience.

“You’re clearly not It. There’s no way this is a Pennywise costume.”

“Did I say I was going to be Pennywise this year?” Sehun pushes up his gold rimmed glasses before drawing his index under my chin. I don’t shy away from his touch and he takes it as an affirmation to lean down, angling his grand frame to mine. His thumb grazes over my bottom lip as his irises are completely narrowed into me. His face is a breath from my own and I listen to his vindictive words full of deadly magic and lore. “I said I would be It and that is exactly who I am—

I’m your worst nightmare, babe.”

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faunahudson · 4 years ago

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give me an o | sauna

Who: Fauna Flanagan & Sawyer Hudson @sawyer-hudson Where: Their old school When: 21st of August 2019 What: Fauna comes over to give Sawyer a little personalised cheer before his football game Warnings: Smut

Fauna was already in her cheerleading outfit for the game later, but she’d swapped out her spanks for panties that were a little more sexy. His number painted on her cheeks. She really did want to make Sawyer feel confident before the game, and she almost felt bad that she couldn’t give him her usual girlfriend treatment with a pancake breakfast. Though she was sure this would be sexier than pancakes. Knocking on his door, she knelt down and waited for him to answer.

It was weird, waking up on his first game day without Fauna by his side. He knew he'd be seeing her at some point today but the morning without her was still strange. But alas, the time came for her to come give him a little cheer -- not exactly a full scene like the other days had been, but close -- and he was eager, already dressed in his football jersey. He heard the knock on his door, and he opened it with a smile, his heart thumping at how amazing she looked, especially with the cute number 18 on her cheek. "Are you my special cheerleader, booked for me before game day?" He asked.

She jumped up when he opened the door already shaking her poms poms. “I am your personal cheerleader talented number 18, ready to pep you up in any way that you need.” She told him, shaking her poms poms at him a little. “How can I be of peppy service today?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows at him. “Can I offer you some kind of cheer, or perhaps a pick me up?”

Sawyer laughed at her enthusiasm, happy at how much Fauna loved cheerleading — she was quite a natural indeed. “I think if both services are allowed, I’d like the cheer and then the pick me up. I’ve had a rough week without my girlfriend here and I need something to help me ensure I win the game.” He flashed a wink at her. “Maybe if I do you’ll come back later to give me a reward?”

Fauna tapped her chin for a moment as if considering. “Well usually id have to talk to the management about providing both. But I can swing it for you this once. Especially since you’ve had such a hard week, it must be awful not having your girlfriend around.” She giggled, offering him her hand. “Why don’t you take a seat number 18, and I’ll get my music connected up for you.” She offered having pre-selected a track to cheer to. “If you win... there will mostly certainly be a reward. Winners who’ve made their own luck.. can get lucky anywhere they like.” She told him suggestively.

“It’s truly awful,” He declared, although he couldn’t help but laugh along with her giggle. “It can be our little secret — management will never need to know.” The football player winked. He took her hand gratefully, and took a seat as suggested, into the way she was referring to him as his number, which was always a nice touch. “Well it helps you’re Irish,” He teased her, “so I’m sure your luck can rub up on me, as it were.”

“Do you want to see another little secret that I have number 18?” She asked as she let go of his hand to fiddle with getting her phone connected. When she heard the little beep she stood up and rolled up her cheerleading top a little so she could show him that she had his initials written in pen on her bra over her heart. “See, you can rub up against me even when you’re on the field.” She promised before rolling her shirt back down and carefully moving one of his chairs with her foot so that she wasn’t going to trip over. “You ready?”

Quirking his eyebrow at the idea of his secret, he sat up excitedly at her rolling up her top, smiling widely when he saw the little 18 on her bra. "That's a very sweet little secret." He told her, his heart feeling like it was going to burst, his grin turning more into a smirk as the show was about to begin. "Oh, more than ready." Sawyer promised her, shifting slightly to get himself more comfortable.

“It’s the kind of treatment that the sexiest and most talented player on the team deserves.” She told him honestly, blowing him a little kiss and then tapping play on her music. She started the cheer pretty typically, shaking her pom poms and spelling out his name. Before she got a little bit closer to him, sexing up the moves a little. “Number 18, he’s our biggest star.”28 August 2020

It was the cutest thing in the world, having her spell out his name, waving her Pom-poms in the air, like the ultimate stereotypical dream. He was enjoying it immensely, quirking his eyebrow when her moves got more alluring. “Biggest?” He asked, “I can’t confirm or deny really, maybe you’d be interested in fact checking? To make sure your cheer is accurate?” He suggested, shooting her a wink.

The brunette got close to him and then performed a slut drop, which she had heard from Owen that Americans apparently didn’t have so she thought it might be exciting for him. “Fact checking? That sounds like something a cheerleader should do before completing a cheer doesn’t it.” The submissive responded, keeping her peppy attitude for now. “How do you propose I fact check? I can be very flexible about it?” She told him, before dropping down into the splits just because she’d never shown him that particular skill before.

The move she did was wonderful, and he couldn't stop staring at her thighs when she dropped, the cheer skirt shifting upwards to reveal the toned muscles that were strong enough to hold her, admittedly tiny, weight. "I am good with flexibility." He managed to get out, hypnotised by the cheer moves, especially when she did the splits as if it were nothing, completely entranced by her, momentarily forgetting who they were and what they were doing, nevermind him supposed to be Domming in a scene.

She had made him speechless and Faunas little elfin face was immediately caught in a little triumphant smirk. “Like what you see number 18?” She asked, holding the pose for a moment before she brought her legs back together and slowly stood back up dragging a hand along her leg in a stretch. “I’m here to make this a personal experience.” She purred, sliding into his lap. “How can I help you? Personally?”

It was like each movement was deliberate to keep Sawyer's attention on her legs, and it was working. He smirked as she perched on his lap, automatically moving his hands to her waist. At her question, he threw back his head for a second as if pretending to think. "Well, it's always good to have a bit of confidence before the game," He mentioned, "maybe there's some way you can make me feel like the best? Compliment me in ways where it truly matters?"

She shifted herself a little in his lap so that she would press against his crotch, and then she decided to give him the pleasure of viewing a whole week of hard work. “Well number 18, I don’t just have to tell you that you’re the best.. I can show you.” She explained, then titled her neck so that he could see a patch on her neck where there was a little more foundation. “Here is where you marked me up so nicely with your mouth, I spent almost an hour covering this with make up this morning.. thinking about how you fucked me until I couldn’t breathe in a classroom....” She then lifted her skirt so he could see the marks on her thighs and hips. “This is from when you fucked me so hard that I could barely remember what character I was supposed to be playing... you’ve been fucking me so well all week number 18.. and yet somehow I still can’t get enough of you.”

Sawyer let out a groan as she pressed against him, the action making his cock twitch. “I love a bit of a show and tell session,” He commented with a grin, eyes falling on the patch of neck she was pointing to, his untrained eye not recognising the difference, smirking at the memory of his teeth digging into her soft skin as he thrusted into her, unable to remember if it was Regina or the school girl persona that he marked. He let out a low whistle at the bruises he left in his wake. “God, what the other cheerleaders must say about you, having bruises like that. I have to say I like fucking you hard,” His hands reached to trace the bruise on her thighs, as if he could soothe them somehow. “I like leaving marks like this so everyone knows you’re mine. And I really like that you can’t get enough of me, because I can’t get enough of you either.”

She moved her hips a little, grinding just slightly against him as he reached to trace his marks on her thighs. “I tell them that my Sir gave them to me if they ask.” Fauna responded, lifting her skirt a little further so that the matching marks on her hips were on show. “I love when you fuck me hard, I love feeling like I belong to you.” She purred, it was fun to reflect on their week together this way, with the evidence of all their scenes together littered across her body. “See number 18, this is how I know you’re the biggest and the best, because I have all these reminders that I see Everytime I look the mirror.”5 September 2020

The phrasing of 'my Sir' shouldn't have made Sawyer's heart jump like it did, but he realised in that moment just how much he liked hearing it. Just like how he liked seeing the marks he gave her, biting his lip once again when she hitched her cheer skirt up and showed him the finger-shaped bruises where he had gripped her tightly when fucking her. "The other cheerleaders must be very jealous then." He commented. "You know, we have plenty of time before the game if you want another reminded?" He then suggested, hands resting on her lower back, face leaning up so that their mouths were merely inches apart.

She liked the way that he looked at her as she showed him the marks he’d left on her body. “Of course they’re jealous number 18, how could they not be when I have the star football player fucking me every single day.” She purred, running her hand down his chest. In a previous life she’d have sworn she’d never stroke a mans ego like this, but Sawyer, she wanted to stroke his ego all day. “I’d love if you wanted to remind me Sir, especially if you wanted to leave me some more marks.” She whispered, her heart fluttering as his lips got closer to hers.

He smirked despite himself. It was weird, he never really considered himself as egoistical as some of the other football players on the team, but the way Fauna complimented her, the way her voice was all soft and raspy, the delicate touches, the way she slowly rubbed against him, it was hard not to feel big-headed. It was already proven how much he got her needy this week alone, and he couldn't wait to do it again. Sawyer leaned in, kissing her deeply, hitching up the cheerleader skirt even more, feeling his now-hard cock strain in the football pants he was wearing. "I want you on top." He instructed, "Want to see you fall apart as you ride me."

She moaned into the kiss a little, cupping his face in her hands, as she kissed him back with equal force. “God I can’t wait to feel you inside of me again.” She mumbled, starting to reach to shove her panties to the side before she looked up at him with a glint in her eyes. “Can you rip them Sir?” She asked in between kisses to his face, moving her lips down his neck so that she could give him a hickey that he could take with him to the game later. She liked the idea of knowing he was running around on the field marked by her.

“Of course,” He panted out, letting out a groan as she felt her nip his neck, ripping her panties off with little effort, reaching up and placing messy kisses against her jaw and her neck, not caring if he left marks, wanting everyone to know that Fauna was his. “Kitten I need you so bad,” He groaned against her skin, bucking his hips up to let her know he was done being patient.

She let out a groan as he ripped off her panties, god he was hot. One day she was actually going to have to get him to rip her clothes fully off her. “Then have me.” She begged, lifting her hips momentarily so she could pull his trousers off of him and then positioned him at her soaked entrance. Eyes closing as she sunk down on his cock. “Fuck... fuck, you feel amazing inside me number 18.”

He was a groaning, panting mess, hands digging into her hips as he guided her way onto his cock. He leaned back to watch her take in his length, biting his lip as her eyes slipped close, reaching up and planting slopping kisses against any bits of bare skin he could reach. "You feel so fucking amazing around me." He breathed out, resisting the urge to writh and buck his hips up, giving her the time she needed.

She loved how he could make any sex feel so electric, like all she was doing was riding him on his couch and yet she felt urgency and passion like they were secretly having sex in a five star hotel. After a moment to adjust to him inside her she began to move her hips. “Fuck me number 18.” She begged before she leaned down to capture his lips again, wanting to somehow be even closer to him.

He did as he was told, momentarily forgetting that this was a scene, and he was still the Dominant. But it was hard to ignore the request, especially coming from Fauna, her voice aching with need, the desperation thick and going straight to his length. He pushed his hips up, shifting so he could sit up more, his hands hooking her thighs as if he was holding her into place, thrusting hard. Sawyer kissed back hungrily, before his lips were snapping at her jaw, collarbone, the familiar pull already low in his stomach. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." He growled, not once stopping his momentum.

Faunas hands fold his shoulders as he shifted her, enjoying the sensation of his hips shifting around and his fingers digging into her hips. Once he found a pace, she began to roll her hips against him. Wanting to build on the sense of urgency, her fingers dug into his skin as the pleasure overtook her body. “Feels so good.” The cheerleader whined. “Nobody fucks like you.” She told him honestly. “You’ve ruined me forever.”

He hissed and moaned at the feeling of her fingers digging into him, the way her hips shifted against him. He was so close and the words she spoke only encouraged him, “I’m glad I have,” He admitted in a groan, bucking up urgently, “I like the fact that no one can get you off like I can. Fuck,” The heaviness low in his belly was impossible to know. “Kitten I’m gonna come. Come with me.” He ordered, feeling the build up of his orgasm release.

She was more than glad that he told her his own orgasm was on the way, because she wasn’t sure that she could have gone in much longer with the rough way that he was fucking her. “Yours.” She promised him breathily, she rolled her hips against him a little more lazily than before letting go of her orgasm with a low moan of pleasure and burying her face in his neck. If this week had taught her anything it’s that she would never grow tired of being close to him or being a good girl for him.

Lips catching each other in a sloppy kiss, Sawyer kept going, riding out his and Fauna’s orgasms, her little moans mixed with his gruff groans egging him on. He finally slowed, breathing heavily, kissing her more gently on the top of her head. “Fucking amazing, Kitten.” Was all he managed to say through his pants, “think we might need to shower before the game?” He then teased, chuckling weakly.

Fauna met his lips with a happy sigh as he fucked her through her climax, the lazy kiss reminding her a little of the morning sex that she was used to having with him. As his hips slowed her face was pulled up into a satisfied smile. Her thumb reaching out to smooth over his cheek. “So good Sir.” She echoed, a little drunk on their mutual pleasure. “I think so, can’t cheer for my favourite player all sweaty.” She agreed, stealing another kiss.11 October 2020

Stroking her hair, a part of Sawyer wondered if they could just stay like this forever. Clouded in their total bliss, giggling, enjoying being together in every way possible. "Come on then, we don't want to be late." He murmured, before his face broke into a grin. "The guys will kill me if I'm a no-show because I got some excellent pre-game cheer service. But I think that'd just be jealousy talking on their part. No one else has a cheerleader quite like you."

She looked at him with her usual glazed over love sick expression as he stroked her hair and she almost didn’t want to shower at all, just to stay right where she was with him still inside her. But she nodded anyway when he spoke again. “Can’t be late, Alexis would have my head.” She agreed, sliding off his lap. “I already know everyone is jealous of me, because I got the best player and now.. the best sex.” Fauna shrugged. “Race you to the shower.” She giggled and without further thought she dashed off, shedding clothes as she went.

#(( adventures with sawyer ))#(( the past is talking now ))

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emilyplaysotome · 8 years ago

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Part 34 - Girl Interrupted

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe.

This story is ongoing, so if you missed a part, or are new to the story, please use the link to the masterpost below to catch yourself up:

https://tinyurl.com/k4rrxna

Part 34 - Girl Interrupted

In the course of a few days I had been rejected, run into the arms of another man, and returned home only to receive a confession that teetered on the edge between friendship and happily ever after.

Back home, the idea that a man could come around this quickly was unheard of, but this was otome-ville where the dreams of women, no matter how outlandish, could come true. Zyglavis’ change of heart was more realistic than most of the arrogant, womanizing types being able to commit without straying, and having been exposed to this world for a few weeks now, I took everything that was happening at face value.

My time here had been a bit chaotic, but overall it was clear that I’d assimilated to a degree - no longer worrying insofar as whose route I’d triggered or the consequences of courting the various men who tempted me in a way that no one could back home.

My days had gone from the routine of working the same job day in, and day out, spending my weekends meeting up with subpar dates, to a life of constant romantic possibilities and excitement as I navigated this world with the ironic purpose of leaving it.

It had been a wild ride and everything had led up to this moment, in Zyglavis’ room as he and I inched closer to share our first kiss. With every millimeter, I felt my heart rate increase with the hope that I could tip the scale towards my picture perfect conclusion.

“Lord Zyglavis! Lady Ami!”

Altair’s shrill, childlike voice broke the silence, causing us to jump away from each other as the small God bounded into Zyglavis’ room, completely oblivious to the moment he’d interrupted. He was too cute to be genuinely mad at, and when my eyes landed on Zyglavis it was clear that his stone-faced exterior hid any inkling of what had transpired between us from the young God.

With that said, I was sure that my face most likely gave everything away, yet Altair didn’t seem to notice, and instead skipped up to Zyglavis with a big, goofy grin on his little face.

“Forgive my intrusion but Lord Huedhaut has found something!”

“Altair, you really should knock before…”

“I apologize Lord Zyglavis but…” Altair said insistently, turning towards me, “Lady Ami! He’s found your way home!”

Being the child that he was, Altair had not picked up on the latent attraction between me and Zyglavis, and instead, chattered excitedly holding my hand the entire length of the hall to the living room.

“Lady Ami, I’m going to miss you but you’ll remember me right?”

“Of course I will Altair.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit you more. There’s been so much work to do with Lord Zyglavis out of the office as much as he is these days…”

“It’s okay, we’re still friends right?”

“Right!”

I found myself glancing back at Zyglavis, trying to get a sense of what was going through his head but unfortunately for me he’d returned to his typical unreadable self.

He walked next to us with his usual stiff posture, not commenting on anything Altair said and keeping a comfortable distance from us.

Even though I continued to look back at him, he didn’t seem to want to make eye contact with me, and instead picked up his pace so he could reach the double doors to the living room before us. Despite how inexpressive his face was, from his actions was clear that he was impatient and wanted to know exactly what Huedhaut had found.

I worried that he regretted almost kissing me, and was feeling relieved that I would soon be home.

Conversely, my heart wanting nothing more than him at this very moment. I tried my best to smile and not show Altair the worry that was growing within me, and followed Zyglavis into the living room. I hoped that whatever Huedhaut had found wouldn’t force me to leave this world without knowing how Zyglavis felt in his heart.

I hoped that even if I were to be sent home, I’d at least get a little more time with him.

Huedhaut and Leon were waiting for us in the living room, and upon seeing the Gods, Altair let go of my hand and boyishly skipped over to the couch, taking a seat next to Huedhaut, who was holding a weathered looking book. He appeared to be studying a passage in it, as he thoughtfully cradled his chin in his hand.

“I’ve brought Lady Ami.”

Leon scoffed at Altair’s use of “Lady” for me, and with his usual smirk added, “Pack your bags Goldfish. It’s time to get you home.”

“Leon - stop. It’s not that simple,” Huedhaut quietly interjected, his eyes still glued to the book.

“You’re too humble Huedhaut.”

“We don’t yet know where she appeared,” he fired back, “and until we do it will be impossible for her to get back.”

“Altair, it appears you were mistaken,” Zyglavis said, to which Altair’s little face scrunched up, concerned that he’d acted to hastily.

“But Lord Zyglavis….Lord Leon said…”

“Minister Ponytail is just sad that his beloved Goldfish will be thrown back in the pond soon enough - do not let it bother you Altair.”

“Why you arrogant Lion!”

With the exception of how irritable Zyglavis was being, it was impossible to tell how he really felt about everything. I continued to occasionally look over at him, but each time I did he continued to refuse to make eye contact with me, and instead focused on the Gods in the living room with his standard stony exterior, as he bickered back and forth with Leon.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I wrestled internally with the fact that I had solved the question as far as where I appeared, but having gotten so close to Zyglavis moments before fretted that should I tell Huedhaut, I’d really never get the chance to explore anything with him the way my heart wanted me to.

Unaware of what was going on in my head, Zyglavis prompted Huedhaut to elaborate, and I learned that the book he was reading was an old tome from the heavens’ library, which referenced a girl who appeared on Earth.

Like me, she claimed to be from a world which was similar, but not the same, and ultimately got back with help from the King of the Heavens. In the passage Huedhaut had found, it was said that the King took her back to the location where she appeared, and using a similar technique that sent me back to the 1850s, revealed an otherwise invisible door to the world from which she’d come. Huedhaut concluded by telling Zyglavis that should we know my point of origin, he could easily see if there was a door, and thus a way for me to get back.

As Huedhaut spoke, my head and heart continued to engage in a game of tug of war that had lasted since Altair had interrupted us.

I felt upset and relieved at the same time. My head told me I needed to get back, to remove myself from the fantasy and reacclimate to my life that was waiting for me - the one I’d made for myself. My heart whispered in my ear that life was not worth living without love, and having never found it back home owed it to myself to try and find it here.

Ultimately my head won out, purely due to the fact that my discomfort surrounding the situation prompted me to put my hands in my jacket pocket (a defensive posture of sorts), thereby rediscovering the knit hat I’d stowed away.

It had acted as an anchor when it came to Shun, and it served its purpose of acting as one once more, reminding me of the person I was and the history I had in my world - the one I needed to get back to…the one I belonged to.

I hadn’t told Zyglavis about Revance, or my trip to the park seeing as how our reunion had taken such an unexpected turn, and I interrupted the bickering amongst the Gods to share what I’d learned in the time I’d been away. I omitted my sleepover with Jin and any other juicy details that might result in a scolding from Leon, and instead focused on the fact that if there was a door it was indeed invisible as I’d left the park convinced I would probably be stuck in this world forever.

Zyglavis appeared to be the most surprised initially, but quickly recovered - urging us all to head back to Yoyogi park and the bench where Iori had found me.

Naturally it was the logical thing to do, but my heart ached as I searched for any signs that might indicate he wasn’t ready for me to leave. The small shred of hope I currently clung to was Leon’s jab which had indicated he cared for me more than he wanted to admit. Unfortunately for me, it was too hard to tell with a man like Zyglavis, and he only made eye contact briefly in the process of offering me a curt apology.

He noted his error in writing Revance off and bowed to me formally, but before I could even tell him to lift his head, Leon impatiently snapped his fingers and transported all of us (except for Altair) to the park.

Upon arrival, Huedhaut quickly got to work, surveying the area and intermittently consulting the tome he was still in possession of.

After a few minutes of reading, looking, and then reading again, he instructed me to sit on the bench and buzzed around me, snapping his fingers intermittently as both Leon and Zyglavis watched on in silence.

There was something slightly triumphant about Leon’s expression (perhaps because he felt closer to a world that was rid of me and headache free), and seeing his smugness irked me. I started to say something, but thought better of it, and instead looked over at Zyglavis who stood next to the lion, arms crossed and serious.

His presence as a Minister of Punishments was in such stark contrast to the man whose arms I’d been in earlier. I hoped that if Huedhaut were to find a door, Zyglavis would be forced to step up, similar to the way Baba had run after me when I pretended to storm out of the Tres Spades.

I hoped that when push came to shove, even if it were at the last minute, he’d act and I felt myself wishing (albeit futile) for him to not let me walk out of his life.

“How odd,” Huedhaut finally said, “The door is here…but it’s very faint.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Perhaps you need more power…”

“No Leon, it’s her,” Huedhaut narrowed his eyes at me. “Tell me Ami, do you feel as if you’ve changed since coming here?”

“Changed?”

“Assimilated to our way of life. Are you different from the person you were in your world?”

The question itself felt quite existential, and I racked my brain trying to think about who I was then versus who I was now.

Before I’d arrived I gone to work, managing a team of people under me.

While I hadn’t loved it, I liked it enough, and felt proud at the fact that I’d built a life for myself from the ground up. I hadn’t used connections from my parents to get ahead in life, and I knew that everything I owned was a result of my own hard work.

I’d hustled in high school to get myself a full scholarship for college, and I’d hustled at part-time jobs and internships before landing a job out of college. I’d never asked my folks for money, and I now made more annually as a single earner than they had with their annual salaries combined.

When I wasn’t working, I had friends and interests such as our restaurant club, concerts, theater, summer film series in the park, etc. In fact before I’d arrived I’d just started learning Muay Thai in an attempt to get myself in better shape as well as meet some new people.

My life back home was surprisingly full, even without a partner.

In fact, I wondered if that fullness was partially to blame for eating up the time and making it unlikely that I’d find a romantic partner. Comparatively in this world, with nothing but time on my hands I found myself caught up in romance after romance.

The more I thought about my life here, the more I realized how little I did outside of dates, or thoughts surrounding a man, and it was then that the truth hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Holy shit I’ve become a bland AF MC!”

All three Gods stared at me with puzzled expressions, and I, having had an epiphany of sorts jumped to my feet and ran over to Zyglavis.

“Bland AF MC?” Zyglavis parroted, obviously confused by the terms I’d thrown his way.

“Don’t you see - you said it before. I am boy crazy - that in essence is the problem.”

Zyglavis’ cheeks reddened at my close proximity, but he managed a curt reply of, “I don’t follow.”

“Back home, I had a life that didn’t revolve around a guy but since I got here…There’s been nothing but man after man, date after date, and when I’m not on a date I’m thinking about a man or a date and…”

I let out a loud groan of disgust.

“No wonder it doesn’t open - I’ve lost the person I was. The person that is fiercely independent…the person that goes to the movies alone because she wants to see the film and doesn’t care that she has no one to see it with…”

As I ranted I noticed Huedhaut and Leon shooting each other judgemental looks, unclear as to what my point was. I continued, suddenly not caring about what it was that they thought of me, almost as if I needed to say what I was thinking aloud to remind myself who I’d been in an attempt to break the spell this world had cast on me.

“The person who tries a new hobby because she wants to see if she can do it. The person…who made this knit hat in the 9th grade for herself when every other girl in my class made it with the intention of giving it to a boy during our winter gift exchange.”

I finished my speech with a triumphant smile on my face, and when I pulled myself away from the memories that had come flooding back, I noticed that Zyglavis was looking at me with affection.

It was the first time since we’d been interrupted that he looked at me with any sort of familiarity, and I felt my smile growing wider upon seeing the tenderness in his eyes directed towards me.

Huedhaut and Leon still looked confused, and Leon finally broke the silence by noting that the female Goldfish of this world engaged in cooking meals for their boyfriends, which could be considered an interest.

“My girlfriend puts a lot of time into her appearance when we go on dates,” Huedhaut added. “Fashion is an interest.”

I listened to the Gods verbally work through the fact that most women in this world subscribed to being submissive in nature to the men that they were with. They tried to justify interests that were linked to man’s happiness as interests as independent ones, and it was clear that they had trouble understanding why anyone would ever want to go to a movie alone.

Ultimately they settled on an oversimplification - that women in my world were just more “masculine” in the sense that they didn’t adhere so strictly to the gender roles the Gods were familiar with in this world.

I had to chuckle, thinking back to all the MCs I’d played, who prioritized themselves last, and the men in their world, first.

At the time, they’d made me so frustrated to the point that there were certain games I’d avoid due to not wanting to read such a lame MC. Yet here I was, running around for the past three weeks living their same, boring lives. Now that I knew what was happening, it was high time that I stopped acting this way.

Ami Mizuno the MC would be dead from now on.

It was time to become Naomi again.

Back in Zyglavis’ room, I booted up my laptop in Operation GTFO HQ and began looking for ways I could reassert my independence.

In booting up I found several emails waiting for me from Revance, asking permission to use my song at the surprise concert that was taking place later tonight. Not wanting the moment to slip through my fingers, I quickly rang Ryo and let him know that he should feel free to use the song, in exchange for a pair of tickets (as well as payment).

From there, Ryo insisted that I agree to meet up with the band after the concert to discuss additional collaborations. Upon agreeing, Ryo let me know he’d leave two tickets in my name at the box office.

“They’ll be good ones too. I can’t wait for you to see us perform your song.”

“Thanks Ryo. And please apologize to Iori for me. I’m sorry to have run off like that.”

There was a pause on the other end before I heard him clear his voice and mutter, “I’m just glad to hear you sounding happy like this.”

I had to smile.

That line might have gotten to Ami Mizuno but Naomi was staying strong. I thanked him once more and hung up, only to dial the person I most wanted to accompany me tonight on my concert date.

“Hello…Sakiko? What are you doing tonight?”

The problem this world presented was that it was mostly void of offering anything outside of window shopping, shopping, movies, parks, and a few other date spots.

However, if I was going to successfully return to the person I was, open the door, and get home I’d need to improvise a bit, and having winged it for the past three weeks I wasn’t worried in the slightest. There were no Muay Thai classes in bizarro Toyko…so I thought of the next best thing.

I TalkTime-d Namba and let him know that while I was still in Tokyo, I wanted to learn Kendo, but couldn’t find a class. He offered up (as I thought he would) private lessons from Shusuke Soma at the academy before classes began and I leapt at the opportunity.

Knowing that Namba was not Hiroshi I knew that this offer came without strings to the point that it was unlikely I’d even bump into him at the academy. With my mornings now full from 6 AM - 7 AM, I thanked him and moved on to my next independent interest.

At the moment I was dependent on the Gods, and back home I relied on myself and myself alone.

My next move was to accept the offer at Addison & Rhodes effective immediately, so Monday - Friday I’d return to career woman I’d been in the past.

Unsurprisingly, Shun was overjoyed at the news, and let me know that he’d be taking me out on my first day to celebrate. Before we hung up I made it clear that my accepting the job was contingent on having a workday which ended at 6 PM. I could not run the risk of becoming an MC whose entire identity became her job and the men she worked with, and felt a bit triumphant at the fact that I had so skillfully identified yet another trap to keep me in this world.

While Shun admitted that might tough to accommodate (seeing as how A&R employees tended to work themselves to the bone), he promised it as an exception for me, in order to prove how badly he wanted me at the company. I told him to add a line or two addressing that point to his offer letter and he agreed, hanging up shortly thereafter.

Before I was even able to write my final independent interest, I heard an email notification. Shun had sent over the details of employment and the official A&R offer letter.

I formally accepted, and then wrote Soji Higashiyama.

In the otome-verse it was hard to find a man who I felt had a unique profession. For the most part, they were high ranking office workers, notable writers/athletes/entertainers, doctors, or chefs. Like most people, it was rare that they did something unique enough to really pique my interest.

However, Soji Higashiyama was one of the few men I could think of whose profession interested me. As a ceramicist I knew he lived off the beaten path, in a studio a few hours away from Toyko.

I planned to ask him to allow me to study under him on Saturdays, as I’d always thought that pottery looked like a fun hobby. His email had been pretty easy to find, and I sent it with the hope he’d respond quickly, allowing me to visit him in a week’s time.

After a solid hour of calling, texting, and emailing in the spirit of reclaiming my identity, I turned to see Zyglavis sitting on the bed, watching me with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Oh, Zyglavis,” I said absentmindedly, closing my laptop, “When did you come in? I didn’t notice you…”

“No. It appears you did not,” he said, with a hurt expression on his face.

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to ignore you. Did you need something?”

He stiffly shook his head, “No. You are proceeding in a logical manner, it is good to see.”

“What’s up?”

I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, forgetting all about the events of the morning. He looked down and let out a self deprecating chuckle.

“I apologize Ami Mizuno, but it appears that your irrational behavior has rubbed off on me.”

“Hey! I’m not…”

I started to bicker with him, falling back into the comfortable relationship we shared, but he quickly moved away, wincing slightly.

“Forgive me, I am not myself. I do not trust myself at the moment and will be spending some time in the heavens. After all…you need your space right? To reclaim your independence.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting at, but I nodded, the feelings of affection returning even though I knew it best to put them aside for the time being. I watched as he forced a smile and snapped his fingers, three times.

“The fridge is now full so you should be set for the weekend. I have replenished your cash reserves as well, to prevent you from involving yourself further with that riffraff. Finally…”

Zyglavis trailed off, eyes landing on the bed behind me.

I turned back to see a brand new concert outfit on the bed, and a bashful Zyglavis who once more was having trouble making eye contact with me. It was obvious that the grey zone our relationship was currently in was causing him emotional distress, and as badly as I wanted to run into his arms I knew that I couldn’t.

As he would say, it would be illogical of me to throw away my entire history for a caricature of a man that I’d known for less than a month.

“Have fun with your friend Ami,” he said, and with the snap of his fingers, I was alone in his room for the foreseeable future.

To be continued…in Part 35

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