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brittledame · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Semi Eita/Reader

Warnings: Explicit, A/B/O Dynamics, Creampie, Breeding (mentioned), Riding, Slight dirty talk, Knotting, Marking, Claiming bites, Blood (mentioned), Mating, Semi is a little possessive of reader, Reader is a little oblivious

Word Count: 11K

Summary: After your tryst with Semi in the locker room, he whisked you away to his room to spend the rest of the rut with him. The morning after, you wake up hot and disoriented, finding that your heat has come around early. The instinct to claim each other overshadows all other thoughts, leading to an enjoyable time for you both.

Series: Part 2 of Semi’s Big Blow Up

Notes: Ok it took me a while but I got there. This is literally 11K words of pure smut with side of fluff. Please enjoy my horny world splurge for the OG eboy Semi-Semi.

The warm sunlight filtering through the gaps of Semi’s blinds is what woke you up from a dreamless sleep. Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the drool-worthy sight of Semi’s bare chest. The sheets were kicked off during some point last night. Judging from the heat emanating from the male wrapped around you, it was safe to assume that it was Semi that did it.

Your bodies were close enough that the cool morning air nipping at you wasn’t an issue. If anything, you felt a tad too warm to be comfortable. You note that your shirt must have ridden up last night, as you feel his heavy arm was thrown over your hip that was almost bare thanks to the scrap of underwear you wore. Mind feeling as if stuffed with cotton, you notice that you were slightly sweating from the heat generated between the two of you. Shuffling back a little to give yourself some more breathing room, you relish the wash of cool air brushing over your heated skin, lending clarity to your disoriented mind.

The morning was quiet and warm, it was exactly the kind of morning where you would easily fall back to sleep if it weren’t for the breath-taking sight of the ash-blond man before you.

His long eyelashes fanned across high cheekbones, sleep-tousled hair looking wild against the pillow, and soft-looking lips parted as he continues on sleeping blissfully unaware of your enamoured stare. Fingers twitching, you were overcome with the sudden urge to run your fingertips across his skin, to map each dip and slight freckle and commit them to memory. Listening to his deep breathes, chest slowly moving up and down, signalling he was still deep asleep and surely wouldn’t mind if you carried out the desire. It was enough permission for your drowsy mind to go ahead anyhow.

Carefully, you move a hand from his well-defined chest and reach up to stroke the soft skin of his cheek. God, it was so unfair that he was blessed with a sweet personality, good looks and sexual prowess. The attractive asshole probably only washed his face with soap – if he washed it at all. Quelling the jealousy rearing its ugly head, you continued with feather-light touches now moving down to his lips.

Pressing your thumb slightly into the plump bottom lip, memories of those lips exploring and pressing lingering marks across your body rise to the forefront of your mind. Flushing, you silently curse at how smitten you were for him. He was literally sleeping with you loosely ensnared in his arms and here you were stroking him, feeling a little overwhelmed at how elated you felt to have the man of your dreams reciprocating your affections.

The wondering hand slides back to his chest and you bury your face into his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment as you recall everything that had transpired last night.

Honestly, if you hadn’t woken up in his bed, you would’ve played the whole thing off as a really horny dream and carried on with your life. You probably wouldn’t have been able to look your friend in the eye after having an explicitly detailed sex dream of him, but you would’ve at least attempted to carry on like you didn’t dream of him fucking you into mind-blowing completion.

Yesterday felt like a dream, it felt so distant and yet you could recall certain details so vividly that you couldn’t just brush off the incident off like you normally would. Your face feels like it could start melting as you blush fiercely while recalling Semi admitting his true feelings for you. Your heart lurches inside your chest. Everything felt like a blur to you, one moment he was unexpectedly distant, the next you were both arguing and then… fucking on the bench.

The rest of the night was kind of hazy to you, but you do recall him pulling you to his room, hands planted on your waist. You remember him whispering, “I hope you didn’t have any plans this weekend. I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

Your core pulses at just the thought of his words. He made a quick stop to the vending machines to get a few drinks and snacks, stating that he really wasn’t planning on leaving the room anytime soon. When you two were finally stocked up and alone in his surprisingly orderly room, you were both still fatigued from the previous round to go beyond a messy make out. Collapsing into one another, exhaustion from the long day finally caught up to you both.

And now here you were, in close proximity to the boy of your long-held affections. It would be scarily true to your fantasies if not for the sticky feeling of the sweat lightly coating your skin and the nausea swirling around your stomach. Skipping dinner never was a smart decision and it looks like you were suffering the consequences of your hindbrain doing the thinking for you.

You perk up when you inhale the subtle shift in Semi’s calming scent he started to unconsciously emit. He somehow sensed the slight distress in your scent before you recognised it. Turning onto his back and shifting against you, you hold your breath in hopes of not waking him up.

Pausing from his stirring, he sleepily opened his eyes a crack to take you in. Damn, that was cute. Even when waking up he’s stupidly hot. A smile graces his lips as he takes in the slight of your pink face and wide eyes.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You had to beat back the horny side of you that jumped up at the sound of his deep voice rough with sleep.

Giving him a smile in return, you whisper back a good morning.

Pale eyelashes flutter as his eyelids shut. For a moment you were sacred he would fall back to sleep and leave you to face your traitorous thoughts. Rolling onto his side, Semi tugs you close to him, banishing the unreasonable fear. You tense slightly at the new position as it brought your tacky skin close to his, only relaxing minutely at the feel of his fingers running through your tangled hair.

Enjoying the soothing feel of his chest rising with each deep breath and the feeling his fingernails gently scrape against your scalp, you were lulled into a trance. Unthinkingly, you grind against the well-defined thigh that was sandwiched between your legs. Semi paused when he felt you move but continued when you didn’t make a fuss about it. Your light scent signifying contentment rather than the sweet arousal he came to know last night.

Your nails lightly scratch at his chest as you feel his other hand start to rub at the sensitive skin of the major scent glands based under your ear. Sighing in pleasure, your muscles release all tension under his thoughtful ministrations. You knew that if he kept this up for any longer you would surely start purring. His loving touches were sating an itch that hid at the back of your mind along with the rest of your omegan needs.

Semi was quite obvious in showing his enjoyment under your thoughtless attention, member growing hard with your thoughtless grinding. The air thickened with your candied scent, tickling his sensitive nose. His eyebrows furrow as he’s struck with the realisation of what the saccharine undertone signified.

“Uh, I think you just started your heat… Your scent is really heavy right now.” You blankly stare at the flushing male, blissfully hazy mind not processing the meaning behind his abrupt words.

“I’m two weeks out from my heat, there’s literally no way.” You reasoned. There was a lenient time frame with most heats, but that time frame was at most three days, not a whole fortnight out.

“You were with me as I started my rut, maybe mine kick-started yours?” His unsure tone did nothing to assure you. Although it did give you something to consider.

You mull over his suggestion. You’ve heard of long-established couples having their heats and ruts sync together, a biological response to help maximise the chance of baring healthy offspring. But you’ve never heard of a rut kick starting a heat in advance in two people that got intimate with one another not even 15 hours ago – long friendship notwithstanding.

If you thought about it, you were exhibiting all the classical signs of entering your heat. It was just little preposterous that Semi’s rut may have incidentally kick started yours. Maybe a quick google search would help? Or maybe you should hit up the nurse when this was all over with.

Exactly what this weekend would detail was still a bit lost on you, seeing as now a new variable has reared its ugly head. A deep and largely ignored part of you was satisfied at how well everything had aligned. Semi’s rut lead into increased frustration, which resulted in his blow up and subsequently into the unexpected confession. All of that led to this moment of you laying in his bed, smelling of him and blessed with the sight of his sleepy smile.

Your heat did pose a minor issue though. With Semi being in his rut it was already tenuous with you pairing up with him after shortly discovering each-others true feelings. Not that ruts – nor heats – drove people sex-crazy like so many adult films liked to portray. They did have the capacity to blur the line for your newly defined relationship.

It was a time that you were both at your most vulnerable. Afraid of driving him away from saying something wrong or maybe not being the person he actually wanted. You knew exactly what you craved during your heats and you did not want to embarrass yourself by asking for something Semi wasn’t ready to give you.

Semi breaks your train of thought by offering up his shower to freshen up. Literally jumping up at the opportunity to get out of your own head and clean up, you thanked him.

“Thanks, I’d love that.” You made it to the doorway of the bathroom before a thought hit you.

“Hey, uh, I don’t really want to get changed back into these clothes. Do you mind running to my dorm to get some clean ones for me?”

Semi rolled onto his back and raises an amused eyebrow at your uncharacteristic shy tone.

“Just steal some of my clothes, I don’t mind.” He gestures to his plain white dresser. He doesn’t feel it’s necessary to add that he would much prefer you wearing his clothes over the course of the next few days. Eita’s hell-bent in fulfilling a few of his fantasies with your consent. One of those fantasies included you wearing his clothes.

Nodding at him, you make your way over and sift through the draws before deciding on a plain black Shiratorizawa volleyball team training shirt and a pair of clean boxer shorts that you may have to roll the waist band for them to fit.

Secretly, you were slightly overwhelmed at how fast this was all going. Was it weird that you were more flustered about wearing his clothes than fucking in a semi-public room? Probably, but life was weird, so it was best to roll with the punches at this point.

Giving once last glance at Semi’s lax form splayed on the bed, you close the door behind you. The lock of the door seemingly taunts you with ideas of Semi joining you in the shower. Then again, it would probably be best to establish at least some boundaries before you both got lost in your respective throes. Flipping the lock, you make quick work of stripping down bare and starting up the shower, shivering at the feeling of the cool air caresses your heated body as you wait for the water to warm.

Hand stretch out under the spray, you judge the water temperature to be adequate and hop in. The decent water pressure was one of the many things you would praise about Shiratorizawa, alongside their amazing cooking staff and meal plans. One could accuse that the students are just little bit spoiled and they wouldn’t be exactly wrong.

Washing your hair, your mind drifts away from you, occupied with wondering thoughts. As you lather up your skin, a dark spot on your hip catches your eye. You have a double take when you notice the bruises etched into your skin from where Semi had gripped you from before. Heat burnt across your cheeks as you recall what had transpired not even a day ago. Carefully, your fingertips brush along the dark spots littering your chest and hips. You’re astounded by how dark they look against your flushed skin. They didn’t hurt nearly as much you would think from how pigmented they were. Kind of like Semi in that regard, intimidating exterior and benign on the inside.

Even though you were sure to lock the door, dirty thoughts of him joining you in the shower and skilled fingers buried deep inside of you fill your mind as you conditioned your hair and rinse. As the suds washed off, your hands autonomously drift towards the crest of your legs, fingers brushing against your faintly pulsing core.

Yup, if you weren’t sure before, you were definitely experiencing an early heat. At least you had someone to rid it out with, someone whom you loved and trusted. Plus, the direct presence of alpha pheromones should make the heat less intense.

Shutting off the water, you made quick work of drying off and slipping on the soft articles of clothing. Giving the lonely pair of underwear sitting in a pile of dirty clothes a second thought, you shrugged off the thought of putting them back on. Hopefully, if all went right, it would save some valuable time later on.

Just as you thought, you had to adjust the boxers for them to fit. Pat drying your hair to the best of your ability, you comb through it with your fingers, hoping it’ll dry faster. Examining your appearance in the mirror, a tingle of excitement went through you at seeing his larger clothes draped over your figure. They didn’t fit, that was for sure, but god did you love wearing them.

Tearing yourself away from the reflection, you walk out of the bathroom with a pink cheeks and smelling clean. Semi perks up from his seated position and puts down the phone he was frantically typing on just before you emerged.

A lazy smile makes its way across his face at how good you looked wearing his clothes. It felt like the stole the very breath from your lungs. Tossing his phone to the side, already long forgotten, he walks over towards you and winds his arms around your shoulders and buries his nose into your still damp hair.

“You look so good wearing my clothes. We should make this a regular thing.” He laughs at your shocked squawk, not immediately shooting him down. Leaning back, Eita takes in your scrubbed pink skin and the way his shirt almost completely covered the boxers you wore. It was all way to cute for his heart to take.

Not being able to help himself, Eita draws you into a deep kiss. He loved how his scent completely enveloped you from his clothes to his body wash. Eita was already becoming comfortable with how easily your scents intermingled. He knew that he was playing with fire by kissing you. It would be a true trial of strength to see if he could stop before he got too into it again, he really needed a shower too after all.

Semi probably didn’t intend for the kiss to become heavy, but your body immediately lit up as his lips melded into yours, making you crave more. While you still didn’t hear bells or feel rainbows sprout out of you when his mouth melded with yours, your mind did light up with a thousand fireworks as you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip.

Ever the tease, it was as you opened your mouth to admit him entrance did he pull back and give you a smirk that had you wanting to both punch him and kiss him even harder.

“As much as I would love to continue,” Semi bops you on the nose, stunning you. “I really need a shower.”

You huff at his words and cutely pout up at him, driving his mind wild in return.

“You shouldn’t start things you’re not planning on finishing, Semi-Semi. You could get a poor girl’s hopes up one day.” Your teasing look belied the sad tone you adopted.

He gives you a deadpan look before snapping back as a reflex: “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright then, babe. What do you want to be called?” From the way his eyes lit up at the endearment, you had found the key to Semi’s heart.

Lifting your chin up, he whispers into your ear. “Surprise me.”

He inwardly congratulates himself for the way that you shuddered at his low tone. “Just don’t call me Semi-Semi. I should beat Satori’s ass for ever calling me that.”

He unwraps his arms from your body and you had to bite down the whine that threatened to embarrass you at the loss. Semi shot you a knowing look and effectively diverted your attention by pointing to the bedside table holding your phone on charge.

“I noticed that it was flat, so I put it on charge when you hopped in. It should be charged enough to turn on by now.” He said as he slipped through the doorway, not even bothering to bring clean clothes with him.

Touched at his thoughtfulness, you briefly contemplated how low your standards must be for someone being considerate to put your phone on charge was seen as heart-touching. Ignoring that and the tight coil of heat sitting in your abdomen that Semi had elicited, you went and grabbed your phone. Slumping down onto the bed, you impatiently waited for it to start up, taking a quick look of his room in the meantime.

Unlike most boys his age, it was neat and smelt of spiced bergamot paired with clean laundry. While there was a bit of chaos in his desk, it seemed to be organised in some fashion with different papers and books stacked in alternating arrangements according to a code only known to the ash-blond alpha. There was a few articles of clothing spilling out of the over-filled hamper. It was kind of funny that such a diligent guy like Semi would leave laundry until the absolute last second.

Thinking about laundry… You cosy up into the soft grey cotton sheets of his bed. You’d have to ask what detergent he uses because it was insane how soft the cotton felt beneath your hands. The smell of clean fabric and Semi’s grounding scent filled your nose as you buried your head into his pillows.

A quiet ‘ding!’ from your phone tears you away from your observations and into the real world. You had apparently missed a few messages from your roommate during your impromptu sleepover with Semi. After texting her a quick update of your situation and checking your emails, you decide to hope onto the school website to fill out the heat exemption form and after a short deliberation ended up filling one out for Semi too.

Who knows how long this will last and it’s probably best to be safe and use your last moments of coherency securing you both an easier week ahead – give or take a few days. Finishing up the last section, you heard the shower turnoff and the shower curtain open. Judging that he was going to come out soon, you submit the form and place your phone on silent.

Semi emerges from the bathroom with a cloud of steam rushing out behind him. Stunned, you look over, only to be hit by déjà vu. Looking tantalising standing there covered only by a towel dangerously low on his hips, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders.

Stalking over to the bed, he pounces on top of you and buries his nose into your neck. Giggling at his childish behaviour, the temptation to scolding him for not drying his hair died on your tongue as you feel him press a chaste kiss onto your neck.

“I couldn’t bare another second without you at my side” he murmurs, unwilling to leave your comforting scent. Blushing at the sentiment, you give a short embarrassed laugh at how cheesy he was.

“You’re such a romantic. Satori will have a field day if I tell him that.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He growls out. Eita hated the idea of Satori knowing any intimate details your relationship together. Also, the fact that Satori would never let him hear the end of it didn’t help Satori’s case of being let in the know-how of your sexual activities.

You laugh at the weak deterrent, full well knowing Semi would never follow through. A friendship spanning across high school let you gain insight to a lot of Semi’s quirks and behaviour. Never in the three years you’ve known him has he ever acted maliciously. Discounting the moment he was ready to tear Shirabu a new one yesterday – but that was a whole different situation.

You smirk at him in response. “You have no idea how far I’ll go to have some decent entertainment.”

“If you’re so bored, why didn’t you just say so?” Semi moves out of your grasp, now hovering over your body with his towel hanging onto his body through sheer will at this point.

Lips slotting together, Semi doesn’t give you the chance to retort. Not that you minded in the slightest. His mouth tasted of cool spearmint, contradicting the heat of his tongue mapping the inside of your mouth. You moan as he runs his tongue along your hard palate whilst giving a light suck.

Nudging his tongue out of your mouth, you bite his bottom lip and tug at it. Grip tightening on your hips, Eita refrains from pinning you down and kissing you until your begging him for more. It was the heady smell of need filling the air that knocked the idea away and replaced it with the burning desire to be buried within you. That’d be much more beneficial for the both of you, he grins to himself.

Eita notices the wet spot forming on the boxers he lent out. God, he was never going to be able to look at that pair the same ever again. The old shirt was way too big for you, hiding your gorgeous form from his hungry eyes. Fixing the sacrilege that it was, he grabs the hem giving it a slight tug to warn you of his intentions. At your nod, he rips the offending article of clothing off and is met with the heavenly sight of your bare chest still baring his marks from the night before. Eita’s dick twitches at the sight.

Dipping in for another kiss, he whispers against your parted lips. “God, you could make a grown man weep, baby girl. You should see how good you look laid out for me.”

Your heart flips at the comment. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him into another searing kiss. Hands that you’ve watched serve a thousand no-touch aces dragged down your sides, callouses rough against smooth skin. Fingertips danced along the band of his boxers, teasingly dipping just under it.

Nipping at him, you silently voice your frustration with his teasing. Any other time and you would be all for it – hell half of your wet dreams revolved around Semi edging you into a teary mess. Now though? You felt like you could spontaneously combust from the heat building steadily with you.

Hands falling over his, you help him push down the boxers and kick them off the side of the bed. The hands that you’ve admired for so long drift further southward. Completely skipping over your core, you note with disappointment. Eita grips your thighs, admiring the way the soft flesh molded around his hand, loving the contrast the two of you made together.

Hard and malleable. Rough and soft. Eita and you.

From the very moment he met you, he was blinded by your personality. Kind to those who warranted it and never backing down from your morals. He loved how gentle you were with the younger years and conversely never refraining from scolding Shirabu if made any vitriolic comments to Goshiki. Unknowingly, you had set up a home inside of Eita’s heart and he’ll spend every moment with you to show you as such.

Semi took in every inch of your body under his hands as he manoeuvres you into a pose that made his mouth go dry. Top half pressed against the bed, ass swinging in the air in front of him, you made such an appetising sight, it truly tried Semi’s self-restraint to not just slam on home and take everything you’d give to him.

Feeling his gaze burning into your skin, you could resist the temptation to tease him even more. Wiggling your hips, you shoot him a sultry look over your shoulder.

“Are you ready yet or am I going to have to start without you?” You move your hands from beside your head in preparation to slide them down your front and into your waiting hole.

The growl fills the air dampens your devious side. By all accounts, teasing him like that during a rut, even a mild one, was not a smart move on your side. A dangerous glint fills his eye at your unintentional challenge.

Semi removes the towel and tosses it to the side, revealing his already swelling member to your greedy eyes. The towel hadn’t even hit the foot of the bed before his hands were back on you.

Settling a hand between your shoulder blades, he presses his weight onto you as he lowers himself to your cheek not pressed against the sheets. Your breath freezes in your chest as he brushes his lips across the delicate skin with a wicked look on his face.

“You are such a brat sometimes you know that right?” He breathes out, lips both so close to yours and infuriatingly too far. “It’s alright though, maybe I could teach you some manners.”

He moves back with those final words, grinning at how you shivered at them. You were half tempted to whine at the loss of contact, already starting to push up on your elbows before he forcefully stops you by pressing even harder on your back.

Your heart and hole simultaneously pulse in anticipation at Semi’s more forceful nature coming out to play, not so secretly loving concealed strength coming out to play. Semi was usually respectful and kind to a fault, that was why you privately loved it when Satori riled him up. It was only during those times you could see Semi’s true passion, the fire burning inside his soul being exposed to your keen eyes. There is also the moments when he plays which unfortunately occurs occasionally now that Shirabu usurped him as a starter.

Before, you were slightly apprehensive you your heat coinciding with Semi’s rut, now you were grateful. Thanks to your heat, you didn’t require extensive foreplay like last night. Naturally prepared, your hole was more pliable and slick now than any other time, as a natural occurrence to prevent both omega’s and their partners from hurting themselves during the thick of the heat. The last thing on their minds is to properly prepare themselves.

That fact doesn’t stop Semi from dipping in a finger, soon slipping in another inside as he noted how easily you stretched around it. You tilt your hips up, encouraging his long fingers to press in deeper, to fill you in a way yours couldn’t. Scissoring his fingers, he twists his wrist in a way that had you grasping at the sheets.

“Shit.” You gasp out between clenched teeth.

“You really like my fingers,” Semi states. He slips in a third and fans them out inside of your leaking hole, watching the way your pink hole engulfed his fingers without complaint.

Having enough, you reach down and grasp his wrist. Fixing him with a pleading expression that had him melting in your hand.

“Please, I need you. Now.”

Unable to refuse your plea, he withdrew them with a slick sound. With the way you looked at him, he would steal the stars out of the sky if you asked him.

“That didn’t take long at all, look at how polite you’re being now.”

Bringing slicked-up fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicks out to lap up your juices. Your viscous slick coated his tongue and triggered his voracious appetite, now feeling the strong urge to spend the next hour eating you out until you were a sobbing mess on his tongue. This was the second time you had derailed him, without even speaking or looking at him.

Eita forcibly shoulders past the idea, not willing to keep you waiting anymore, especially now that you were being so cute. Meanwhile, you ignored the dig in favour for quelling your excitement as he lines himself up.

The ash-blond alpha moans as he slips inside, not bothering to tease you now. You clench around him as you shiver at the sonorous sound he releases. Just like you thought, he slipped in without an issue, leaving only the pleasurable burn from stretching around his rigid cock.

Eita relished at how receptive you were of his touches, whether they be stroking or digging, you received each one with delight.

“You take me so well, baby girl.” He thrusts in deeply, punctuating his statement. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

The slick sounds and sensations of sex consumes your senses, adding to the fire your heat flaring up within you.

“Semi, please –“ You haven’t half an idea of what your begging for. All you wanted was something more. Voicing your greediness felt like admitting defeat to your omega desires but you needed him so badly that you no longer fought against them.

Long and deep strokes halt as he grabs your hip and you forcibly flips you onto your back. Eita doesn’t waste a single second to grab your leg, hiking it over his shoulder and re-entering you. Immediately Semi slides in even deeper. The new angle had starbursts exploding across your vision. You spared no thought to his poor neighbours as you let out a loud moan. Supposedly the dorm rooms were supposed to be sound-proofed, so this would be a good test to see if that was true.

Not being able to deny himself, he indulged the desire to mark you in a superficial way, unsatisfied that he couldn’t claim you as his. Yet. The day would come, hopefully sooner than later. Latching his mouth over faded splotches, he sucks them back into vibrancy before moving to a new spot. You arch your back as he sucks a few marks onto your breasts, one hand coming up to squeeze them and flick your erect nipple a few times.

Continuing fucking into your tight hole in the meantime, he admires his own handiwork. A masterpiece of pinks and purples of varying shades decorated you, looking stunning to his eyes. A promise is made to himself to not let them fade while you were in his care.

Driving his engorged dick in and out of you at a punishing pace, Eita has the one-minded focus of bringing you both to the peak. Eita wanted nothing more than to pull out and cum on your back and mark you up even more, but he knew that the urge to mate wouldn’t stop until he knotted you.

Knotting was a huge part of breeding and a significant factor to tempering heats and ruts alike. One could couple a dozen times a day during a rut and still not feel satisfied until the rush of hormones released by one is triggered. Having you here was both a blessing and curse in disguise, as he was now more driven than ever to breed you until your stomach was full and round.

The mental image alone made him clench his teeth, trying to reign in what little remained of his self-restraint. He’s had a partner before you during a rut, but it didn’t feel nearly as intense as your fucking did right now. Previous experiences didn’t hold a candle to being with you. This was better than any fantasy coupled with his right hand.

Knowing exactly what to do to drive you over the edge, Semi didn’t hesitate to deliver you to completion. Scraping his sharp canines against the delicate skin of the column neck, you tighten around him even more.

Fastening his lips over your scent gland, he gives a rough suck while pressing his teeth into the area, imitating a claiming mark. To your sex-hazed mind though, it felt like the real thing and that was the last push you needed to topple over the edge, his name on your lips.

“Semi!”

Lust becoming all consuming, your inner omega frustrated at being tricked out of a claiming bite went ignored as sensations threatened to drown you under unrelenting waves. You were only distantly aware of Semi chasing after his orgasm within your warmth. Mind feeling like a separate entity from your body, your vision fades to black.

When you come to, you instantly become aware of his knot locked inside of you. Okay, maybe you weren’t out of it for as long as your heavy eyelids suggested. Semi groaned at your restless shifting, accidentally tugging the sensitive appendage.

“You literally fucked me into unconsciousness for a moment there.” You state, not bothering to hide wonder in your tone. Honestly speaking, you thought that was a feat only achieved in porn, then in comes Semi to blow away every single expectation you held.

If things were to ever end badly between the two of you, Semi has wrecked you for anyone in the future. Your sexual expectations have been set too high now, bar raised to an incredible height.

Disbelieving, Semi just stares at you to gauge if you were telling the truth. He hadn’t actually noticed that you left him for a moment there. It was worrying that he was so absorbed by satisfying his instincts to fill you that he didn’t even notice you mentally checking out. Your weighted stare confirms that you didn’t lie.

“Damn.” He simply puts. The word alone couldn’t convey the myriad of emotions he was experiencing from hearing that.

On one hand, Eita was proud of himself for being able to do that. On the other, he was scared that he didn’t notice. The confusing mixture was enough for him to soften, knot deflating enough for him to pull out.

Cum drizzled out of your hole in thick globules, staining your upper thighs a transparent white. A deep primal part of him hated the waste, wanting nothing more than to gather it onto his fingers and shove it back into you, not wasting a single drop.

Mentally shaking off the intrusive thought, he gives your thigh a pat as he gets up to grab his towel off of the foot of the bed to clean himself off. Propping yourself up on his pillows, you don’t argue or bat him away when he starts to wipe you down and leaving the occasional gentle kiss behind. You were loving the feeling of being pampered by the alpha.

Throwing the dirtied towel into the hamper by his door, he lays against your side and rests his head on your chest. Your fingers brush through his almost dry hair that you knew was going to dry funny since he didn’t dry it properly. Eyelids feeling heavy from both physical and mental exhaustion, you didn’t want to leave the comfort of the bed for a shower. It wasn’t long before you peacefully dozed off with a just as tired Semi pressed against you.

A few hours later, you wake up feeling as if your burning up from the inside out. Irrationally scared that you may actually be on fire from how hot you were, you pat yourself down. Your dizzy mind registers the fact that you’re probably in full swing of your heat now, seeing as there was no sheet nor clothes suffocating you. Blindly, you reach out for your phone to confirm if you got at least some rest.

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention. Turning to your side, you’re met with the sinful sight of a flushed Semi jacking off. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible while you slept beside him, not wanting to wake you up just yet. Too focused on the task at hand, he failed to notice you waking up.

Seeing his lack of awareness, you eyed his painful looking erection being handled quite roughly as Semi attempts to rush himself towards a much-needed orgasm. Both pity and arousal fills you at the sight, causing you to deliberate whether to jump in and offer some assistance or watch for a little longer and memorise as much as possible for another night.

A moan slips out of his mouth as he twists his hand just as he pumps his hand up. It seems the decision was made for you as your body automatically moves forward, mouth already salivating.

Grabbing his hands, you move them off of him and secure your mouth around his swollen-looking tip. Looking up, you match his shocked look with an innocent one, fluttering your eyelashes at him while giving a gentle suck to the flared head. Throwing back his head, he groans again.

“Babe,” he mutters, threading his fingers through your hair. “That mouth of yours is going to be the death of me someday.”

Choosing not to respond, you take in more of his length, licking over the veins protruding from his shaft. It seemed to be the correct choice as his hips automatically jerk up, almost shoving the entirety of himself into you if it weren’t for your hand on his hip.

Sending him a warning look, he gives you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, sorry.” He murmurs, using is other hand to stroke your hair in apology.

Accepting his apology, you roll your eyes at him before proceeding to take him to the root. The action had Semi sputtering. The sight was funny enough that you had to physically swallow down the laugh that threatened to come up. Feeling you swallow around his length, tongue simultaneously rubbing against him, his dick traitorously jumped inside your mouth.

Smiling around his length as best you could, you knew that Semi was already close from that small move. You knew a rut made alphas physically more sensitive compared to other times, you didn’t know it went to this extent. You knew yourself that while omegas became more sensitive as well, it took about three hand cramps and an hour of toy play before your body was satisfied enough to allow a fitful sleep.

Lucky bastards.

Feeling a bit petty, you give a hard suck while you draw back and stroke his tip with your tongue. His body shudders under your hands, his breath now coming out in moans that caused slick to start leak out of you. Even sleeping during a heat, slick was continuously produced so while you were wet when you woke up, you could feel it start to trickle out from you at how sensitive he was.

You always loved seeing his softer side come out, whether that be helping Goshiki out with his spiking or joining you in your after midnight baking sessions when the exam insomnia became too much. This was a different side to his vulnerability. Much different to late night talks about his insecurities related to both the court and his musical talents, you still cherished it just as much as those other moments.

Hips jolting up without his permission, you let him go, not at all minding the way he made you gag on his cock. The rough noises that would leave his bitten lips at the feeling of you choking on his length was enough payment for you. Not wanting to draw this out any longer, you remove a hand from his hip and fondle his balls. Rolling them in your hand and giving them a gentle squeeze while giving a harsh suck.

Semi’s eyes fly open, harshly tugging at your hair as he thrusts his hips up. This time, he does make you choke in earnest as he just about shoves his entire length down your throat.

You could feel the exact moment he hit his peak before the cum sprayed inside your mouth, balls tightening in your hands as his entire body tenses. A guttural moan electrifies the air as you diligently swallow his cum, not wasting a single drop.

Licking his dick clean, you feel him twitch against your lips as the orgasm left him over-sensitive. Sitting up, you throw a leg over his and straddle a well-defined thigh. You grind down on him, trying to draw him back to earth and to alleviate the deep-seated need to alleviate the pressure that has made its presence well and truly known.

Semi’s post-orgasm face was something classical artists could try to capture but never succeed. His normally furrowed eyebrows and tense mouth finally relaxed. Like this, he looked like his age and not a stressed-out salaryman with a hardass boss.

“I knew your mouth would kill me.” He mumbles, popping an eye open to meet your eager smile.

You laugh at his over dramatic words and stroke the sweat-matted hair off of his forehead.

“Well you have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself when you have the audacity to look that hot while jacking it.” The ash-blond alpha blushes at your crass words but isn’t overly surprised that he woke you up.

Catching your hand in his, Semi has a sincere expression on his face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I did try to keep quiet at the beginning, at least.”

Warmth fills your chest at his consideration. Solo ruts were tough, exactly like heats, so when one finally found a partner to help them through it, not much thought went behind letting them sleep in favour for reliving the unbearable pressure.

“You didn’t wake me up.” You assured him. “I woke up because of how hot I felt. I’m pretty sure I’m in full heat now.”

You grind against his thigh in demonstration of both how horny and wet you were. Taking in the scent of the room, the air was thick with a mix of aroused pheromones. Semi could already feel his dick getting hard from the mixed scent and how wet you felt against his leg. He hadn’t even touched you and yet you were this affected.

Heats weren’t anything to look down on, he inwardly muses.

“Oh yeah?” He quirks a brow at your comment, acting like he couldn’t feel you dripping onto his thigh.

His hands come up to grip your hips, pushing you down onto his thigh as he pushes it up against your core. You moan at the pressure against your core, but it wasn’t nearly enough to relieve the burning desire. You pout up at him, knowing he wanted to tease you a little before getting to it.

Not wanting to lose at this game, you put on your best faux dejected expression. Sighing heavily, you place your hands on his chest and push him back slightly. A mixture of amusement and confusion played out over Semi’s fine features.

“Yeah… Too bad this alpha I’m with would rather play around. Oh well, maybe the next one to come around will be more to the point.”

If you were a sensible person, you would’ve avoided making a bad habit out of getting a rise out of Semi just to see how he would react, scarily similar to how Satori treats him. The difference was that Semi wouldn’t hesitate to smack Satori over the head when he pushes too far, meanwhile with you he can be creative in getting back at you now.

“I see.” Semi blandly says while releasing your hips.

Panic flashes inside you. Maybe you pushed too far, hit a little too close to home. It was a dick move of you to hit him in a place he couldn’t protect. Some would like to pin Semi as a little egotistical when in reality he knew his strengths and was his own worst critic when it came to every aspect of his life.

Fearing that you completely ruined the moment, you lean over to cup his cheeks. Heat be damned, if he wanted you to leave, the door wouldn’t even hit you on the ass you’d be running out of here so fast. Never in a million years would you ever want to upset Semi, you’d do anything for the deeply caring alpha. The very same one who gave you his team jacket at the Spring Interhigh when you foolishly left yours on the bus during the tail-end of winter.

“I’m so sorry, Semi. Forget what I said, I didn’t mean it.”

Eita sat there, bewildered that you looked close to tears at the prospect of insulting him. His heart did a flip in his chest. Not being able to hold up against the worried look etched into your pretty face, he snakes his arms around your waist and rolls you both over to your sides.

Man, he was too soft for you. Eita smiles at the thought.

“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it.” Semi pauses. Curious, you look up to see his eyes glittering in mischief. “You’re still a rude little omega, though.”

Those were the words that launched the two of you into an impromptu wrestling match. Semi obliterated you, surprise surprise. That’s not to say you got in a few shots that had Semi keeling over and proud that his partner could defend herself. Safe to say he was very proud about a lot of things relating to you, not that you would find out until a much later date.

Winding down, you grudgingly admitted defeat when he puts you in a headlock to stop you using your infamously fatal kicks on him. Laying side by side, shoulders touching as you both try to calm down heated blood. Hindbrain not knowing the difference between sexual and nonsexual activities, the match served to further rile you up.

Eita knew when you became restless, told by your twitching legs and fidgeting fingers twisting the bedding. A really effective way of venting that excess energy came to mind and Eita couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t feeling aroused in the slightest. Addicted to the cute noises you made and the expressions you made when he hit the right spot, he needed little reason to indulge you.

Thinking over the times he’d taken you, an idea struck him. It gave him a mental image of you hovering over him. The position deviated from the other ways you’ve fucked before, but he knew you’d love it. There was definitely nothing wrong with taking you from behind, in fact he preferred that position, but being able to see your face during it would be worth it.

Sensing Semi staring at you, you turned onto your side and gave him a languid smile. Smiling back at you, he placed a hand on your cheek and drew you into a languid kiss that had you wanting more. Tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking together as you both move closer to one another. It felt like hours were spent like that, hands running up and down each other’s body as you both lazily made out.

Your lips chased after his retreating ones, Semi chuckles and gives your bottom lip a chastising nip.

“Let’s try something different.” He says. The words alone were plain and ordinary, but dressed with context, it caused excitement to join the arousal stirring within you.

Laying down onto his back, Semi makes himself comfortable by propping his upper body up on his pillows. Once satisfied, he shoots you an expectant look. You just stare at him blankly, not understanding what to do now. Eita gathers that he will basically have to spell it out for you to hop on top.

Eita pats his thighs in invitation. “Come on, get up.”

Confused, you follow the order without question and place yourself over his thighs. What the hell were you going to do on his thighs? Your sinful mind conjured images of ridding his thigh until you came. From the way Semi grabbed his dick and gestured to move up, that idea was immediately crossed out.

Shuffling up, you shoot him a questioning look that had him want to both laugh at odd innocence it held while completely nude and want to cry at how oblivious you could be sometimes. Eita was infamous now amongst his peers for making heart eyes at the most oblivious girl. If only he knew back then how to read your subtle language of love, he would’ve acted much sooner than in his final year.

Oh well, he’d a lifetime to show you his unwavering affection. The thought gave him pause. It was a big jump to make from confessing to fucking to silently vowing himself to you, but it all felt so right to him. However, he didn’t want to chase you away by voicing those promises. Later, he swears to himself.

“Have you ever ridden someone before?” He bluntly asks. In situations like this, it was best to be as direct as possible, even though his hindbrain wanted nothing more to bury himself in you and not stop until –

“Oh. That’s why I’m on top.” Your revelation interrupts his devious train of thought. “I haven’t. I like the view though.”

What a view it was to have Semi Eita under you. His tip-dyed hair sticking up at odd angles from not drying it properly, proving yourself correct. His dark eyes fastened on yours, full lips tugged into an encouraging smile, you could melt under his unadulterated attention. Semi Eita was not good for your heart, much like all the other things you cherished in life.

Shaking off the sudden introspection, you remembered why you were here in the first place. Raising yourself up on your knees, you placed a steadying hand both on his chest and one on top of the hand holding his dick. Nudging the still wet tip at your wet entrance, you pause.

You’ve never ridden someone before; you knew the theory behind it: up on your knees and down you go. Rinse and repeat. Still, you hesitate.

As if sensing your internal discord, Semi helps you out by placing his hands onto your hips and start slowly lowering you. Meeting your gaze in wordless question, you nod him your consent, delighting in the way his strong hands lower you onto his rigid dick.

Without having to do anything, Semi stole your breath away. Semi was a genius and if it weren’t for the angle you had to hold yourself up to prevent falling apart at the seams, you would kiss him.

Walls fluttering around the intrusion the entire slide down. You have to close your eyes to truly embrace the sensations washing over you. Soon, your hips met his pelvic bone, where you just sat there, shivering at the full feeling of him throbbing inside. You don’t think you could ever get sick of the feeling of Semi pulsating withing you.

“You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you babe, look at you go.” He praises.

Taking in a deep breath, you look down at Eita and give him a shaky smile. His hands tighten in encouragement, giving you a rakish grin that just about drove you wild.

Slowly lifting your body off of his dick, Eita leaves just the tip in before he drops you onto his dick. The next few minutes were spent with him guiding you up and down his dick, letting you learn and try and get the hang of things.

Okay, maybe ridding someone was a little more complicated than you were led to believe. It took you at least a dozen haphazard thrusts before you finally place your hands on his chest, ready to go solo. Biting your lip, his eyes darken at the silent message you gave him.

Releasing your waist, his hands slide down to grab a handful of your plump ass cheeks, waiting for you to take control. With a shaky breath, you lowered yourself onto him and flexed your thighs to lift yourself off, all while intermittently tightening around his member.

It took a few tries before you got the hang of it. His fat cock slipped out of few times, but thankfully he fixed it before it could end in disaster. Once you gained confidence, you doubled down and really started to enjoy yourself, reveling in Semi’s humid, soft pants and the way the vein on the side of his dick dragged along all the right places against your walls.

Slick squelches fill the stagnant air of the alpha’s room. You’ve never been so thankful at the soundproof dorms more so than at this very moment. You would spontaneously combust if anyone asides from the male under you hearing you moan and pant like the bitch in heat you were, regardless if you were both in the throes of your respective hormone-driven fucking.

“Look at how well you’re ridding me, beautiful. If you keep it up this may become my new favourite position.” Butterflies unfurl their wings and take flight inside your stomach at his words of praise.

Praises kept falling unthinkingly from his lips, your heart jolts at each and every one. Your hole greedily sucking him back in, begging him to not leave you empty for too long. Impaling you on his dick, he could not name a more beautiful sight than you ridding his cock, mouth open and head thrown back. Eita wanted nothing more than to take a picture of you in this very moment and frame it. No artwork he’ll ever come across could possibly hold a candle to your ethereal expressions.

The friction generated from your combined relentless pace was enough to have your toes curling and fingers dig into his abdomen. Eita growls at the flash of pain, hips jerking up in reflex.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the motion forces the head of his cock to push past the lip of your cervix, pressing impossibly deep inside. Your walls grip his cock so fiercely, Eita was half afraid that you stopped his blood flow for a second there.

“Baby girl,” Eita groans. Hands tightening around the globes of flesh he held in his hands, signalling how much he liked that.

“Again!” You demand. Eita rushed to meet your call, readjusting his grip from your ass onto your hips for better control and rams himself up into you at the same angle. Knees locking up, it was less you ridding him now and more of him ramming up into you while dropping you down onto his cock. Eyes rolling back into your head at the new angle and the force he places behind each and every thrust. You had completely conceded all control and you never felt so good in your life, body buzzing in ecstasy.

One particular well timed thrust had your spine tensing into an perfect arch as the mild buzzing sensation intensified and struck through your body like lightning. Creaming around his cock, you draw blood as you dig your nails into his flesh to try and anchor yourself to him and not join your mind that was trying it’s hardest to leave this earthly plane of existence.

Unable to help himself, he fucks up into your outrageously tight hole a few more times before he grows frustrated with slowly building orgasm and takes matters into his own hands. Obviously, this position just wasn’t going to do it for him.

“Sorry gorgeous, but let’s change this up little, yeah?” With that said, he swaps your positions all while still buried within you.

To your post-orgasmic blissed out mind, you magically found yourself under him as he frantically seeks out his orgasm within your slick hole. Hindbrain completely taking over, he pumps into and out of you like a man possessed, hands creating imprints into your hips identical to the first set.

Thoughts of him biting into you, permanently marking you as his, were provided by your inner desires. They refused to leave you as he growled as your walls flutter around him at the mere idea of being claimed. Maybe it was just your omegan side finally coming out to play, but you couldn’t deny how pleasant the idea of Semi being yours was.

“Eita,” You try to catch his attention. “Claim me.”

His brutal pace falters. He clenches his eyes shut and chokes out a groan. “Don’t say that stuff, baby girl. You have no idea how much I want to.”

If he wanted this as bad as you did, then why did he hesitate? Yes, granted it probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up while in the middle of sex, but what better time than now, in the present. Your heart felt so light and warm thinking of a life with him by your side, how could you not ask him.

“Eita, I love you and I can’t imagine my life with another. If you don’t claim me now, we’re going to end up doing it later. Lets do it now and save some time.” His breath shudders at the way you say his given name. Meanwhile, you were surprised at how articulated the words came out while he was buried balls-deep in you.

Not needing anymore encouragement to fulfill his deepest desire, he sheaths himself deep within you with one last thrust. Simultaneously, Eita sinks his canines into your major scent gland as his knot locks onto the rim of your hole, blood rushing into his mouth.

In that moment, the universe clicked into place as you felt your very being interconnected so thoroughly with Eita’s, it was hard for you to distinguish where you ended and he started.

As the new bond settled over your entwined bodies, self-awareness soon floods back in to carry away the crushing feeling of losing that split-second deep-seated connection. Now you knew why bonded couples said mating was an entirely different sensation once bound. Nothing could compare to the high Semi and yourself flew into.

Being so thoroughly and intimately connected with you had Eita’s inner-alpha put at ease. Rumbling happily, Semi slumps onto your body and wrapping you up in strong arms, careful of the inflated knot still buried deep inside. Basking in the shared warmth of the new connection, you unconsciously began to purr in kind, satisfied to a base level.

A sudden question stirs you out of the stupor, one that leaves you burning to know the answer.

“Hey,” Semi hums, showing he’s listening. “Does that mean we’re partners now?”

Eita knew it was still a delicate moment and yet that didn’t deter the laughter that spilt from him. He professed his feelings to you, made love to you multiple times, fell asleep in your arms and mated you and yet you were still unclear where his feelings lied. The jolting of his chest bumped your head around. The feeling of being slighted was wiped away by the joyous sound and coaxed you to laugh alongside him. Not once in the years you’ve known him to laugh so freely, it was a beautiful sound that you wanted to hear more of.

Pulling you up and cupping your face, Eita’s thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind trails of a tingling sensation. Gazing deep into your eyes, he gives you a soft and open look.

“Of course. We’re mated now, so you’re stuck with me.”

“You promise?”

Semi shakes his head at you, knowing he signed himself up for a lifetime of your antics. A short reel of images flashed through his mind, mapping out his future with you. It was a future filled with laughter, passion and endless nights spent together. It was a future so bright it made his heart hurt from how full it felt.

Eita could spend a thousand nights trying to convey these feelings and still never truly encompass how far that love stretched. Instead, he presses a loving kiss onto your mouth; it was a good start. Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in deeper.

The movement knocked Semi’s slowly deflating knot from your hole, signified by the sensation of his cum slowly escaping your hole. Saddened by the loss of the physical connection, your pout was replaced by Semi’s lips as he pulled out with a slick noise. Lust did still nip at you, but it was sedated and easily ignored. Breaking the kiss, Semi placed three pecks in succession, causing you to instantly cheer up. The new bond breached all senses of physicality, proven by the wave of love that washes over you from his end.

“We really need another shower.”

“It can wait. I want to cuddle.” While you did feel gross from being covered in drying body fluids, it didn’t stop you from caving to his wish.

“Fine. You have to help clean me up, though. It takes two to make this mess.” Semi shakes his head at you with an amused expression. You both knew how that will go down. Eita could swear that his hands felt magnetised to your skin, so he’d probably dirty you up more in the shower.

Clutching you to his chest, you found yourself listening to his heartbeat. The satisfied scent permeating the room was soon joined by one of elation exuding from your tired forms. Between the pacifying scent of bergamot, the steady rise and fall of his chest below your cheek, and the circles he drew onto your back, it was a lost battle against the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

Reaching behind himself, he fishes for the long-forgotten blanket that had been kicked to the side and draws it over both you both. A comfortable warmth radiates from your intertwined bodies as you both drift away to sleep, heads filled with nebulous thoughts of the future spanning before the two of you.

Notes: Critiques, Comments & Notes are always appreciated!!

#semi eita x reader #semi x reader #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #haikyuu!! fic #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #semi eita #SBBU part 2 #this took me 2 months and 2 other projects to finally finish #shiratorizawa #haikyu!! x reader #haikyu!! fic

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thirstyfortaglines · 3 years ago

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Soft Diluc (who needs to get some rest smh)

1k words. Kinda fluffy? Not sure what to call it there’s no real plot, just a bit of wholesome. He’s just a tired boi and reader makes him feel better in a wholesome way.

He wasn’t exactly hunched over his desk per se, good posture being something that had been ingrained into him due to his upbringing. However, no other word you could think of seemed fitting for describing how he had been working at his desk for so long just reading paperwork and occasionally signing off on any documents that required it.

Making your presence more known, he hadn’t bothered looking up when you opened the door moments earlier, you made your way to his desk and leaned on it. The setting sun shone into the room from an angle, not blinding within the room but still providing a rather substantial backlighting to Diluc as he worked. Some of his wilder strands that strayed from his ponytail gleamed with an almost reddish-gold tint in the light, bobbing ever so slightly. Seeing as he had still yet to tear his attention from his work, you decided a little messing with him was allowed.

As you shifted your position to fully standing which freed your hands, you reached out and played with one of his curls, tugging gently on it. His reaction was immediate, nearly dropping the quill that he had been holding as he instinctively reached to grab whatever had touched him. The gloved hand that had nearly grabbed your lower arm, probably with what would have been a more than healthy amount of force, lowered as he tamped down the instinct. He had already been aware of your presence in the room but he hadn’t exactly expected you to pull on his hair, even as gently as you had.

“Did you need something?” Diluc asked, finally turning to face you. When he was in the relative isolation of the winery, he tended to let his guard down slightly. Instead of bothering to fully recompose himself to the default stoic expression he wore in public, his expression remained tinged with surprise and his cheeks a little flushed.

“Just worried about when you’re going to rest. It’s been a while and you also have work after this.” Your hand moved to run your fingers through his hair. How he shivered slightly at that was adorable. He was sensitive to the subtlest touches involving his hair. Frowning slightly at your response, he pulled away from your touch slightly.

“There’s work to be done as much as I wish I could relax,” he sighed, traces of exhaustion evident in his voice. Reaching across the desk, he picked up a half emptied glass of grape juice, running his finger along the rim. He nearly dropped it however when you wrapped your arms around him. You had pulled him against your body, the sudden closeness making him tense before he relaxed into your hold.

Right before you were about to let go, Diluc’s right arm wrapped around your waist while his left hand shifted your own to atop his head. An expectant look was in his eyes when he gazed up at you. Truly despite having been forced to grow up so fast, he was still childish in many ways though you wouldn’t complain about this method of seeking your attention. Even if it was unbefitting of him and he’d never even kiss your cheek in public much less hold you this close to himself, it was enjoyable to indulge his rather forward desires for affection in private.

Hand buried in his fluffy locks, you combed your hand through his hair, indulging in the soft humming sound he made at the physical intimacy. After a few moments, unfortunately, he was the one to pull away. He was noticeably less exhausted, seemingly refreshed just by the reprieve you had brought him.

“I’ll go now. Don’t push yourself too hard,” you said as you brushed yourself off, moving to exit the room. It was best to just let him finish his day work. While what he did at night was mostly a mystery, how often collapsed into your shared bed in the early hours of the morning, definitively more bruised than he had left and the scent of smoke often on his clothes, it wasn’t hard to guess.

As you opened the door, however, his voice called out to you. “Wait, thank you. Your care for me is much appreciated and know that I’d do the same for you if need be.” Ah, his way of saying he cared about you indirectly. With how short and forward his words were it would be expected that he’d outright state his feelings but he preferred to express them indirectly instead. It was touches and soft assurances usually, but the occasional slightly more direct verbal reminder was nice as well.

“If you want to do the same for me then finish your work early so we can spend tomorrow afternoon together.” After replying, you walked out. As the door softly closed behind you, Diluc sighed and leaned back into his chair. The embarrassment he had felt from his actions earlier was hitting him full force now. He loved you so much and archons he was so lucky to have someone who understood his words through intent and not literal meaning. The fact you indulged his desire to be close to you as well still surprised him sometimes, you really were just perfect for him.

Stretching slightly, he focused back on his work, efforts redoubled as he was determined to finish up the rest of the paperwork involving the management and shipments regarding the winery. While he wouldn’t be able to spend tonight with you, his vigilante work wasn’t something that he could simply do ahead of time, clearing out any work that would take up time tomorrow would let him spend more time just enjoying your presence with less stress.

While he worked, the sun was already starting to set behind him as he lit a deskside candle with a quick snap of his fingers, his thoughts occasionally drifted to what he would do with you tomorrow. It had been quite a while since the two of you had a chance to go out besides the occasional day spent lounging outside while reading from his rather extensive library collection. Maybe an excursion to somewhere in the town where it was livelier was in order. He smiled ever so slightly at the thought.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #mod rhubirb #diluc ragnvindr

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that-sw-writer · 4 years ago

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If you’re taking requests, hear me out...

Kylo x reader

Disney princess Mulan style. Reader is in the knights of Ren but no one knows she’s a girl! Kylo is the first to find out maybe by walking in on her changing or something idk whatever you think would be the best. I thought of this after reading intoxicated which both parts were awesome by the way!!

I’m so sorry that you’ve waited about a century for me to finish this... but I tried to make up for that by including a zesty meme to go with this lmao

Also I’m glad you enjoyed intoxicated, it’s literally one of my favourite things I’ve ever written!! I hope this one shot is what you had in mind!

MASTERLIST

Paring: Female Knight of Ren!Reader/Kylo Ren (Mulan inspired)

Word count: 4582

Warnings: mentions sex and kylo ren is briefly a bit of a dick

(context for the dank meme will be provided when you read)

I’ll Make a Man Out of You

You were struggling today, more than most months. Usually you managed to get through stomach cramps with a few painkillers, but today you were practically keeling over, and it hadn't escaped the notice of the other Knights of Ren.

"Nuren? You okay?" Kuruk had asked you in the midst of sparring, noticing that your movements were sloppy as you tried to ignore the crippling pain in your stomach.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather." You tried to play it off, your voice coming off modulated due to your helmet. You were the only knight who always wore their helmet, the others took theirs off to socialise but you had to keep your secret safe, so you had told them from day one that you had taken an oath to never allow any sentient being to see your face, something you knew was common amongst the Mandalorian clans.

It was a solitary life, lying every day to the people whom you cared about more than anyone else, but you were in too deep to tell them to truth now. There had never been a woman amongst the Knights of Ren, and that wasn't likely to change - at least, not as far as anyone knew. You would just continue to miss out on drinking and eating with your brothers, being forced to sit in the corner and try your best to join in with their merriment.

Even your leader, Kylo Ren, had no idea of the truth. For years now you had concealed your gender from them, but you had never intended for it to go this far. You had joined the knights when they had come to your homestead seeking your brother, who was Force sensitive. He hid when they had shown up and you sent the knights on a cold trail to look for him, but after they left you had considered things. You were desperate for an escape and for adventure, plus you were also Force sensitive, so you had decided to drop everything and chase after them in place of your brother. You had concealed your identity by donning simple armour, which was soon replaced once they had taken you on board.

You took on the name Nuren, which meant 'woman' in your planet's dialect - hidden in plain sight, and you had never looked back. Sure, nothing about it was easy, but you wouldn't dare quit, you quickly found yourself enjoying the training, missions and most importantly: the brotherhood.

"Perhaps we should call it a day." Kylo raised his hand to stop the sparring, his gaze unsurprisingly fixated on you. "Nuren, go to the med-bay if you need to." Despite being a terrifying Supreme Leader to most, Kylo Ren cared about his knights, although little did he know that you had just gotten your period - there was nothing seriously wrong with you.

Over the years you had learnt a lot about concealing your emotions, particularly those where Master Ren was concerned. There were thousands of people in the galaxy whom you could have fallen for, but you had to choose to fall for Kylo Ren - the one man you could never have, for more reason than one. Most obviously: he thought you were a man who could under no circumstances remove his helmet in front of other people. But aside from that, even if he did know the truth, how could it ever work? You were one of his knights. Although admittedly, you had spent a lot of time alone at night dreaming that it could work.

"That's okay Master Ren, I think I just need to rest." You stood tall as you spoke to him, despite the sharp pain that was still twisting your stomach.

"Very well." He nodded, dismissing you all, but you could see the look of concern still on his face. Curse these cramps for ruining training for you.

You retired alongside your brothers after that, still trying to ignore just how much pain you were in, but they were unsurprisingly teasing you about it.

"One little stomach ache takes Nuren down? This is the same guy I once saw singlehandedly take on a Nightsister right?" Cardo gave you a bolshy nudge and the others all laughed.

"He's right, I knew the food they served up on this base was crap, by I didn't realise it was that crap." Trudgen then jested, and you laughed along with them, knowing that this was just how they behaved.

"You think I eat that shit?" You snorted as you all made your way back to your shared common area.

There was a large communal area where the knights all socialised together and attached were seven bedrooms, each sealed behind private blast doors.

"Since we're done for the day, who fancies a drink?" Ap'lek asked the moment you all stepped foot inside, moving over to produce multiple bottles of beer from the fridge.

The others all mumbled in agreement, moving to take off their helmets and make themselves comfortable. Despite knowing that you would decline, the knights never failed to ask you to join them and they had no idea how much that simple gesture meant to you, let alone how much you wanted to accept it.

"How about it Nuren? Nothing like alcohol to cure sickness." Ushar grinned, but you reluctantly shook your head.

"I think I might just turn in and take a nap." You said, your brothers all bidding you farewell before you disappeared behind the doors that lead to your quarters.

As soon as you were alone, you shed yourself of the heavy helmet, as well as the outer layers of your armour. Carrying around that much weight on your body whilst on your period should have been a crime.

Rather than collapsing onto the bed, you moved to dig through your drawers where you had a stash of painkillers hidden for these exact moments - hopefully they would at least give you a few pain-free hours so you could spend some time with the other knights before they got too drunk.

Swallowing down the pill, you knew it would take some time to kick in so you opted to soak in a warm bath until them, that usually helped. From your refresher you could vaguely hear the others all laughing and having fun together. It pained you more and more every day have to be such an outsider, but you feared that if you revealed the truth to them they would never accept you.

You tried not to let your thoughts dwell on negative things whilst you bathed, but it was hard not to. You had everything you ever wanted - but you didn't have it, as far as anyone else was aware your brother was the one living this dream. Could you really go on like this forever? The answer was: yes. You had no choice, you would die with your secret one day.

You eventually left the refresher, a towel wrapped securely around your body. Thankfully, this time your painkillers were actually working, so with any luck you'd be able to join your brothers and simply watch them drink and wish you could join in - just as you always did.

When you pulled on your undergarments you wrapped tight bandaging around your chest to flatten it. It was beyond painful to wear every day, but definitely easier than explaining why you had breasts...

You tugged on your slightly baggy trousers, and your even baggier undershirt. You found that clothes with less shape worked better. However, before you could sweep your hair back into a clean bun and put your helmet on, you heard the blast doors to your room open.

The knights knew to never walk into each other's private quarters unannounced, and there was surely only one other person who could possibly be in the knights' common area. But why would he be in here?

"I wanted to check that you're okay-" Kylo began, clearly not focusing as he entered. But when his voice trailed off you knew that he had laid eyes on you.

With your heart in your mouth, you slowly turned around to confirm your worst nightmare. Kylo Ren stood staring at you, his mouth slightly agape. Clearly he hadn't known what to expect, but this was far beyond the parameters of his imagination.

"I can explain-" you quietly said, your voice coming out as nothing but a mere whisper. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Clearly just as unsure how to process what he had seen as you were, he simply turned on his heel and fled the room, quickly marching out of the knights' common area altogether.

There was no time for you to panic, you forced yourself to take a deep breath, pulled your helmet on and took off after him, still only wearing your under-layers. As you dashed out, your brothers paid you little mind, they were too caught up in their conversation to notice the commotion.

"Master Ren, wait." You called to him as he was striding ahead of you.

In one sharp motion he turned to you, pushing you against the wall, his gloved hand clasped around your neck where he could see wisps of hair falling out from beneath your helmet.

"I want you to leave this base, and pray that I never see you again." He was cutting off your airwaves, but nevertheless you still attempted to choke out.

"M-Master Ren, please. I-I had to lie." You tried to explain, your voice coming out as a strained croak.

"And now you have to leave." He hissed, the betrayal in his tone was clear. Without another word he released you and went storming off down the corridor again.

You had no idea what to do, or who to turn to. Perhaps it was just best to heed Kylo's warning and leave. You feared that if Kylo's reaction had been nothing short of death threats, you would be met with a very similar reaction from your fellow knights, but part of you also thought that they deserved to know the truth before you abandoned them.

Besides, now you had nothing left to lose.

When you arrived back in the common area, the knights were all lost in their merriment. Clearly a few drinks down, you could tell they were slightly tipsy, although perhaps that would make this easier.

"I need to tell you something." You planted yourself in the middle of the room, and were immediately met by jeering, something you would've normally embraced and enjoyed, but now your reaction was stone cold.

"Hopefully you're telling us that you're ready to have some fun!" Cardo bellowed, "c'mon Nuren, loosen up a bit."

"No." You grumbled, "I wish I could." Before you open yourself up to more teasing, you reached up and unlatched your helmet, silently revealing the truth to the knights. "You came to my planet looking for my brother, but you got me instead." You quietly explained, dreading the reactions that were to come.

It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, and part of you feared that they would kill you on the spot for lying to them. Slowly, your brothers rose to their feet, seemingly sobering up in that moment.

"So for all these years, you've been pretending to be your brother?" Ushar asked, his voice level, so much so that you couldn't read his emotions.

"Yes." You hung your head in guilt.

The ominous silence fell once more, and you couldn't bear it any longer. However, as you opened your mouth to speak, a stifled laugh broke through the crippling silence.

You whipped around and saw Kuruk with a hand covering his mouth. "Sorry it's just-" before he could finish there were more uncontrollable laughs escaping his lips. Clearly this laughter was contagious, because before you knew it it was spreading throughout the room.

"I-I can't believe you said you had taken an oath t-to not take the helmet off!" Ap'lek struggled to get his words out through the laughter, "a kriffing oath!" He exclaimed, leaning on Vicrul who was beside him, as they tried to regain their composure.

"This... is really not the reaction I was expecting." Entirely unsure of what to do, you just stood and stared at them all as they continued to crease in fits of laughter. But after a few moments you found yourself unable to avoid the contagious laughter, but you of all people really had no clue what you found so funny.

You were all in stitches for another few minutes before it died down, and despite the circumstances the laughter made you feel as though some of the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Knowing that your fellow knights weren't angry at you was a much needed relief.

"So why not tell us the truth?" Vicrul eventually asked once they could form coherent sentences.

"The Knights of Ren was no place for a woman." You sighed, throwing yourself down on the couch with your head in your hands, "I wish I had told you earlier, but I always thought you'd be angry - I really didn't expect the laughing fit."

"C'mon Nuren, you should have known us better than that. No matter what, we're brothers... well, now you're our first sister." Ushar chuckled, giving you a solid pat on the back.

As the others echoed his sentiment, you appreciated more than anything that they weren't treating you any differently just because of your gender. There was still that sense of familiarity, and the brotherhood... it was just a shame you couldn't stay.

"So why tell us now?" Ap'lek eventually asked.

"Master Ren-" your tone immediately became more downcast as you remembered the gravity of the situation, "he found out the truth, and he told me to leave. I thought before I go I at least owed you all the truth."

Glances were exchanged, before Cardo spoke up, "no, we won't let you leave."

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest at the gesture, but you couldn't allow yourself to fall into that safety blanket. "Master Ren will have my head if I stay. I betrayed him, and you all know how he responds to betrayal."

"But you forget Nuren, you're a Knight of Ren, and we never leave a brother behind." Trudgen said. "...Or a sister." He then hastened to add.

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It had only been a week since everyone had found out the truth. Whilst your fellow knights actually gotten on better with you now that you could drink and socialise with them, the same could not be said for Kylo Ren.

Firstly, he was less than happy about being undermined when it came to you leaving the base. Now you were a constant reminder of his own empty threat. But more importantly, what you didn't realise was that he wanted you gone more than ever because he was developing an inexplicable attraction to you. The worst part was, it wasn't just physical. Whilst he would sit moping in the corner he could see the way you were around the other knights - they clearly adored you, and the fact that a female presence was actually having a positive effect on the group made it even harder for Ren to despise you. He saw the way you could light up a room, and he couldn't help but want you. He was angry for allowing himself to feel such a way, and that unfortunately manifested itself as anger towards you.

The other knights, meanwhile, couldn't possibly look at you in such a way. Perhaps had they met you for the first time as strangers, they would have relentlessly flirted with you as they did so many other women. But you had all spent too much time together in too many awkward situations to ever see each other as more than adopted-siblings.

You were so relieved to finally be able to relax around the knights, but there was always that tension whenever you were around Master Ren. You had been desperately trying to prove yourself to him to show him that you were the same knight you had always been, regardless of your gender - although deep down you knew that it had nothing to do with the fact you were a woman, it was the fact that you had lied to him...

Although for Kylo it was none of these. He knew he had overreacted when he'd first found out the truth, and now he was relieved that the other knights had vouched for you and made him change his mind and let you stay.

You were all sat in the common area, your legs casually thrown over Trudgen's lap for comfort. You each had a drink in hand, as was standard practise for you all on evenings when you had nothing else to do.

"I seriously don't think I can go much longer putting up with him constantly glaring at me." You scoffed, discussing Kylo's apparent hatred of you.

"Sure he used to do that, but now I don't think he's glaring... I don't know, I'm just not getting the same angry energy off him that I was last week." Ap'lek pondered, shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean?" Your brow furrowed, but Kuruk was quick to catch on.

"No, Ap'lek's right. He's not glaring, he's staring." He playfully smacked his forehead, "I can't believe we didn't spot it sooner."

"Holy shit, you're right." Vicrul was next to chime in.

You all had a low-level bond through the Force, so you knew pretty much what they were thinking, but that didn't mean you agreed with them.

"Oh come on, Master Ren won't even talk to me anymore and you think that means he likes me? He literally had his hand around my throat a week ago." You snorted, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, well maybe you enjoyed that." Trudgen teased you from the other side of the sofa, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows, but you swiftly threw a cushion at his face to shut him up.

"It makes so much sense the more I think about it." Ap'lek laughed, shaking his head, "he won't talk to you because he doesn't know how to process emotions. Come on Nuren, when have you ever seen him flirt, or even be nice to a woman?"

Before you could reply, Vicrul summarised it, "it's because he doesn't know how!" At that they all hollered and nudged each other in agreement.

"You're all out of your minds," you laughed, "he wants me dead, not-" before you could finish your sentence with a crude joke, the blast doors flew open to reveal the man himself, and you immediately all fell silent.

It wasn't necessarily unusual for him to come and join you all in your living area, but he hadn't done so since he found out the truth about you. Not to mention, he had picked an awful moment to enter.

"What? You all look like someone's died." He huffed, helping himself to a drink before moving to sit down.

You meanwhile did the opposite and removed your legs from Trudgen's lap and stood up, retiring to your quarters without another word. You didn't particularly want to put up with his glaring, or 'staring' as the knights had now deemed it.

There was nothing to do in your quarters, and you immediately realised that you had just stormed off and now were stuck, so you made a point of dressing in some simple training clothes and heading back out to walk through the common area with your helmet in hand. You pulled it over your head before leaving the rest of the knights alone with Kylo and went off to your training area to run some drills alone.

In your absence, and after their apparent revelation, the other knights decided that that it was time to address the elephant in the room with Kylo.

"Master Ren, you know Nuren thinks that you hate her, right?" Ushar said, to which Kylo just tried to play it off with a nonchalant shrug.

"I don't hate her." He said, his tone not wavering. He certainly didn't want any of them finding out the truth behind his cold behaviour.

"Trust me, we know that." He replied, in a very pointed tone which made it clear that they had worked out the truth about Kylo's feelings, "but she doesn't know that." He then added.

He clearly wanted to protest, but it was obvious that the knights could see right through him and his nonchalance.

They simply all stared at him, expectantly, until eventually Kylo exhaled a heavy sigh, taking a long drink before speaking again. "Fine, I get the point." He rose to his feet, "I'll go and talk to her." He reluctantly agreed to do what he had been dreading. He had no idea how to process any emotion that wasn't anger.

As soon as he left, the knights began discussing every possible outcome. Little did you know that they had practically planned your wedding, since they had decided that not only would you be good for Kylo, he would be good for you.

Blissfully unaware of everything that had just happened, you were alone in the training room swinging a blunt training weapon against a dummy, who was taking the brunt of your frustration. You had left your helmet by the door.

When the blast doors opened to reveal a sheepish looking Kylo Ren, you were less than happy - and it was written all over your face. Nevertheless, you stood to attention.

"Master Ren." You nodded, "I thought you were with the others." You desperately wanted to replicate his bad attitude and make a cutting remark, but you knew that simply wouldn't help your case. No matter what, you had to show respect to your leader.

"I came to talk to you." He said, his tone coming out much darker than intended.

"With all due respect Sir, if you want me to leave that badly, it's the other knights you need to talk to - they're the reason why I'm still here." You relaxed your stance and went back to swinging at the dummy as you spoke.

"That's not it." He said, walking around to stand behind the dummy so he was in your eye-line, "I'm glad you're still here." He eventually admitted, practically through gritted teeth. Every muscle in his body had stiffened.

You stepped back from your training, brow furrowed, "you are?" You hated the way your heart rate increased at his words. Through it all, you still couldn't deny your own attraction to Kylo Ren, perhaps that was why his cold attitude had been so hurtful to you.

"Yes." He plainly said, having no inclination of what else he could possibly say.

"Then why are you acting so off with me?" You hesitantly asked, at which point he looked down at his feet. This had been the question he was hoping you wouldn't ask, because he was afraid to answer it.

"I-" he began, before sealing his lips again. Whatever words he wanted to say simply wouldn't form in his mouth. He was truly tongue-tied, but thankfully his body decided that it was ready to move again - actions did tend to speak louder than words.

Boldly, he moved towards you and captured your lips in a heated kiss, pouring all the words he couldn't say into this gesture.

You were stunned to say the least, your training weapon falling to the floor. But it wasn't long before your lips responded and returned the kiss. Kylo's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him, your hands resting on his chest.

However, it didn't take long for your brain to catch up and you briefly pulled away from his lips for long enough to speak. "So you... like me, like me, and you tried to show me that by being miserable around me?" You asked him, just needing to clarify his odd behaviour.

Suddenly feeling much looser now that he had made a move, he responded with a smirk, "did it work?" He teased.

"Not so much, I think you perhaps need to try being less of an asshole in future Master Ren." You responded with a snarky remark, knowing that you could definitely get away with teasing him now.

"I think from now on, just Kylo is fine." He exhaled a short laugh and leaned back in to kiss you.

It wasn't long before you either had to break away, or have sex right there in the training room and you both silently agreed that the latter wasn't really a practical option.

"Your quarters?" You prompted, still tangled in his arms. Really this whole scenario still felt surreal to you. You had crushed on Kylo Ren for longer than you cared to admit, then when he had found out the truth about your gender he had reacted less than favourably... and now suddenly here you were. Only he could react to developing feels for you by acting as though he hated you.

His face dropped and he grimaced slightly, "we-uh, we can't." He sheepishly explained.

"Why not?" Your brow furrowed, immediately thinking that taking him back to your quarters would be quite an embarrassing affair with all of the other knights being in the common area.

"There are technicians in there repairing Lightsaber damage." He said it casually, but you could read between the lines well enough to know that 'Lightsaber damage' meant that he'd had a tantrum and trashed his own quarters.

"Are you brave enough to come to my quarters?" You smirked up at him with an eyebrow raised.

"I think you're overestimating how much they'll care." He said, and you definitely couldn't fault his optimism, but you knew that the knights most certainly would care.

With the steamy moment beginning to waste away you hastily walked side by side back to the Knights of Ren's common area. You had your helmet on again as you walked, but as soon as you entered you removed it, and it still felt surreal that you now had that freedom.

"Nuren, is that you?" Kuruk's voice was the first to call out, none of them turning around from where they sat, still with drinks in hand.

"Yep, it's me." You quickly said, ushering Kylo into your quarters in the hope that none of them would notice.

"Did you and Master Ren kiss and make up?" Cardo asked, clearly teasing you, but chose to turn around at simply the perfect moment to catch you in the act.

Halfway through the blast doors to your private quarters you and Kylo froze, and a sheepish grin rose up onto your lips.

"Oh so you literally kissed and made up." Ushar then said, the smirks appearing on all of their lips foreshadowing some relentless teasing.

"Well... kinda." You tried to play it off, but before you could make any poor excuses, Kylo simply pulled you through the doors and had his lips on yours as they shut behind you.

As you guided him back towards the bed, you could hear the knights outside loudly wolf-whistling and jeering.

You had only wanted to be able to take your helmet off comfortably around the knights - now you not only had that, you had Kylo Ren too. In exchange for that you could definitely put up with the teasing from your brothers.

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Dinner without dessert.

Smut ahead.

Charlie’s face softens at the sight of you asleep on the sofa with your little boy curled up against you, his small hand gripping a fistful of your t-shirt as he sleeps soundly next to your warm and comforting body, and Charlie is quick to snap a picture on his phone, never wanting to forget this sweet moment. It was only 6pm but you’d had an exhausting day at work and your boy was still getting over a nasty cold so was sleeping a lot as his body healed, and was very clingy to you. Charlie lets out a contented sigh as he leans his arm against the door frame, completely unable to take his eyes off the two of you, and after a couple of minutes he notices you beginning to stir from your nap with a confused furrowed brow.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he smiles as he walks over and kneels beside the couch.

“Oh god, how long was I out?” you mumble groggily.

“Only about 45 minutes.”

“Urgh, I feel like shit,” you groan.

“Well you’ve woken up just in time for dinner,” he smiles, “how about we get this one in bed so you can eat something?”

“Yeah,” you yawn, manoeuvring yourself as gently as you can into a sitting position with your boy now across your lap, “how was your day? I didn’t even get a chance to ask you when I came in.”

You reach out to his cheek and stroke your hand over his long stubble before leaning towards him and kissing his nose softly.

“It was a paperwork day today, so nothing exciting to report unfortunately.”

You pout sadly at him then take a deep breath as you prepare to stand up whilst trying not to wake your sleeping son, and Charlie watches with baited breath as you slowly get yourself onto your legs. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of you before you were pregnant, but now that you were playing the role of mum it was even more difficult for him not to constantly stare at you with eyes full of admiration and love, and sometimes a little jealousy at how much time your boy got to spend with you.

“Dinner smells amazing,” you smile, your eyes now a little wider than before, “I’ll put him to bed and be straight back down.”

“Night little fella,” Charlie whispers as he presses a long kiss the boy’s head, your little one’s eyelids fluttering slightly as he almost wakes at the contact.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you say before giving Charlie a quick peck on the lips.

He busies himself in the kitchen with getting your dinner out of the oven and dishing it up as neatly as he can, then you appear at the kitchen door just as he sets the plates down on the table. You smile warmly at him as you take a few long strides over to where he stands next to the table and you slide your hands up over his shirt until your fingers weave together at the back of his neck so you can guide him down to your lips.

“If you carry on like that your dinner will get cold,” he mutters when you finally break away from him.

“What’s for dessert?”

“Still got two brownies from yesterday, could put a bit of ice cream with them.”

“Oh god I love you.”

Charlie chuckles as you take a brief glance over to the baby monitor to make sure it’s on then you reluctantly peel your arms away from him so you can go and take your seat at the table in front of the beautiful plate of food he’s served you, and you tuck into it as if you hadn’t eaten all day. It was exactly what you needed after a night of interruptions and then a full on day at work, and you finish the meal feeling warm and comfortably full up with a very happy smile tugging at your lips as you lean back in the chair with a sigh.

“Good?” Charlie checks.

“Perfect,” you nod.

Just as you stand to clear the plates a familiar cry sounds out over the monitor and you change direction to the door until Charlie whizzes past you to go and soothe your little one, and you continue to tidy up in the kitchen as you hear the sweet sounds of Charlie singing a lullaby to your boy.

“That’s it little man,” he whispers softly, “you just go on back to sleep. Daddy’s here, mummy’s downstairs, we’re all safe.”

The cries are soon replaced by soft gurgles and you take a quiet walk upstairs to see Charlie in the rocking chair next to your boy’s cot with him nestled against his chest contentedly. Seeing your man sitting there with the small bundle held against him was enough to make you tear up; he’d taken to it so naturally, and even though he still has his doubts about whether he’s doing things properly you’re always there to reassure him. He looks over to the door to see you standing there admiring the sight before you then gently places your little boy back in the cot and backs out of the room as if he were stepping away from a bomb; it had now become your signature move for retreating from the room with minimal fuss.

“Spying?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

You shake your head before pulling him into a kiss with one of your arms across his shoulders and the other one weaving through his hair, then he turns and pushes you against the wall with his hips pinning your lower half against it as his hands glide up underneath your top and roughly squeeze your breasts. Charlie then pulls the cups of your bra down and takes your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, not even getting the chance to squeeze them before you moan into his mouth as they harden.

“Bedroom!” he mumbles against your lips before the two of you twirl around until your reach your door.

It’s a messy dance of hopping and wriggling as you try to discard as many clothes as possible without parting your lips for more than a few seconds at a time but then you eventually take a moment as you sit down on the bed to appreciate one another’s bodies; your new pouch on your stomach that had helped grow your baby, your now heavy breasts filled with the goodness he needed, the stretch marks that show you all the ways your body had grown to accommodate your little one, and then you notice how Charlie’s torso had also changed with his stomach protruding a little more than usual and his chest seemingly more muscular than before.

“Wow,” he breathes, “you look beautiful.”

All you can do is stare at his body, then you reach your hands out to his stomach and slowly slide them up his torso as far as you can go before you bring them back down again, savouring the feel of his skin beneath your finger tips.

“You’re so handsome,” you reply, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Will you ride me? I need to see all of you,” he asks as his hand strokes down the side of your face gently.

You nod and he climbs onto the bed next to you then lays with his head propped up on the pillows as he takes your hands to steady you while you hook one leg over his thighs, and to his surprise you move down his legs until you’re in the perfect position to lean forwards and flick your tongue over the tip of his length. He groans at the feel of your warm, wet tongue swirling around his sensitive skin and soon bucks his hips up when you slide your lips down and take him in your mouth, but it’s cut short all too soon when you hear him whimper, knowing that you needed him inside you now. Before his brain can catch up to what’s happening you’ve moved yourself up and are guiding him inside you, then he takes a sharp inhale as he suddenly realises what’s going on finally, and his hands are straight on your hips, pushing you down as far as you can go.

“Shit,” he hisses, “oh god I’ve missed this.”

You take one of his hands as you start to move along his shaft and drag it up from your hip, over your stomach, across your breast, then eventually up your neck until you fold two of his fingers down so you can put his forefinger and middle finger in your mouth, and the desperate whimpers that fall from his lips only encourage you; your bounces speeding up as much as your legs will allow and your louder moans only being muffled by his thick digits that lay at your mercy along your tongue as you move them back and forth. A long drawn out ‘fuck’ comes from Charlie as he looks up at you with a lust filled glaze over his eyes, and you pull his fingers from your mouth and trail them back down your body as you watch him drinking in the sight that lays before him.

“I love it when you whimper,” you pant, “god it makes me wet when you do that.”

You change up a gear again, this time going all out as you now lean over him and rest one hand on his chest as one holds you up on the bed, your enlarged breasts dangling in front of him but thankfully not blocking out the view of his cock disappearing inside you each time you let yourself slide down his length. He whimpers, he whines, he moans and he groans as you keep panting along with hushed moans of pleasure so you can hear him clearly, and suddenly you both meet one another’s gaze as you realise it won’t be long until you’re both coming undone.

“Charlie, Charlie,” you repeat over and over as he does his best to lift his hips up into you until you clench around his thick girth with a power you’d forgotten you had, and you stutter out a moan in surprise at how good it feels.

“Keep going, please,” he begs, and you oblige as you continue to clench and release around him whilst trying to remember to move up and down, “oh god, yes, yes (Y/N).”

It doesn’t take much longer for him to release a warmth that coats your walls and you’re both left in a panting, sweaty pile on the bed after you milk him for all he’s got and collapse onto his chest. He stays inside you as he turns you both onto your sides to get more comfortable, then he brushes the damp hair back from your face and kisses your forehead, nose, then eventually your lips as his arms tighten around your body protectively.

“Mine,” he whispers.

I'd like some dad!Charlie smut then. Just a normal day when you get a break from parenting and have time for each other or something like that

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bohemiansweede · 5 years ago

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Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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featherypromises · 5 years ago

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RP Transcription Part 1: Flower Boys

Okay folks, I had to break this into chunks to make it readable. We worked on this RP for more than a week. I will post these consecutively before taking any other requests or adding additional fics.

I am so grateful… for so many things:

First, for my friend @sickiebabytae, I am so grateful that you asked me to RP with you. I had such a good time and it will always be my favorite RP that we did.

Second, I am grateful that you are allowing me to make this into a fic to share with our friends. I'm so excited.

Third, to people who are our mutuals and followers, you inspire me to write better, more beautiful stories about these amazing men.We appreciate you so much!

TaeKook shipping happens. I will be leaving the rp as intact as I can. The talented @sickiebabytae is playing the indescribable V and myself, @featherypromises will be playing the role of Jungkook.

Small later roles:

RM: shared between both

Jin: @featherypromises

Jimin: @sickiebabytae

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Taehyung knew that he was coming down with something for days. He had all the telltale signs: sore throat, stuffy nose, headaches. But, being the stubborn boy that he is, he, of course, wouldn't admit defeat.

Granted, this probably wasn't the best course of action, because a week later, on the day of a photoshoot, all of his previous symptoms had multiplied tenfold. He couldn't breathe through his nose at all, his throat felt like there were knives being stabbed through it, and his head was practically pounding. Not to mention that he'd been sneezing and coughing all morning.

Fortunately for Taehyung, the photoshoot was set for some kind of floral scene. This was a good thing, because it gave Taehyung an excuse for his constant sneezing: allergies.

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Jungkook was nervous. He normally did really well with photoshoots but he was doing a lot of floral shots today and worse he knew a lot of the shots would be hard on his hyungs, as a lot of them had allergies to pollen. Especially... Taehyung.

The younger man felt strangely protective of his hyung and hated seeing him uncomfortable. He had decided, as he took his own allergy pill today, that he should bring the bottle with him. ...Just in case.

He shook his hands and hopped a few times to get rid of his nerves, before joining the others.

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Taehyung was mainly standing off to the side as he waited to be given instructions, just looking down at his hands and playing with his fingers. He was sort of worried his allergies WOULD act up, but assured himself that his nose was too blocked to be irritated by anything.

Well, anything but his cold. And that proved to be true moments later when he turned and let out a soft, sickly sneeze into cupped hands. "Heh'KITSHHuh!"

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Jungkook heard the photographer call his name. Distractedly, he looked through and around the staff and crew milling around the set. The scene was similar to an old Victorian style garden, complete with hanging trellises of real hanging flowers and potted trees. He tried not to rub his nose and wreck his makeup as the heady smell filled it. This would be a long and difficult process.

Standing on his tiptoes, he spotted Suga-hyung and Hobi-hyung with the hair and makeup noonas. Rapmon-hyung was talking with a manager off to one side. He couldn't see...

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi!" The photographer called again, sounding annoyed. Jungkook blushed slightly, embarrassed and bowed an apology before taking his place on a bench beneath a blooming Forsythia bush.

He was supposed to look into the glassy eye of the lens like it was ARMY and he was inviting them to come and spend a "refreshing" time with him in this garden. Jungkook wasn't really sure of what the director meant by refreshing... it made him think about a commercial for soft drinks.

He gazed longingly at the camera and reset himself into a standing position cupping a wisteria blossom in his hand. The strong scent made his sensitive nose twitch, but he just sniffled, trying to will the tickly feeling away.

Looking at the blossom now, he posed again, like he was caring for the plant.

"Now," said the photographer, " I want you to smell the flower and turn to me slowly and smile."

Jungkook swallowed reflexively. Oh, god... He obeyed, bringing the purple flower closer to his face and closing his eyes. He inhaled and managed to turn before he felt the tickle flare up in his nose. Against his will, his mouth dropped open slightly and he froze, caught in limbo, before the feeling faded away to nothing. He sniffled, feeling his nose start to run. He apologized and reset, completing the turn and smiling sweetly.

The photographer was satisfied but reminded him of the group shots that would happen after all the individual members shoots were finished. Jungkook nodded and trotted off set to wipe his nose.

He grabbed a tissue packet off of the makeup noona's cart and went a little ways off to the side to subtly blow his nose. He fought with the tiny pull tab on the packet for a moment before freeing a tissue and pressing it to his nose, jamming the rest into his pocket. He looked up and saw Taehyung ahead of him.

The older man looked tired, even under his makeup. He must not have slept well. Suddenly, the slighter man turned and released a relatively quiet sneeze. Ah, Hyung's allergies must be giving him hell already. But usually Taehyung sneezed openly and loud enough to scare bystanders. Jungkook scratched his head in confusion, a habit from his younger years that he'd never really outgrown, before going up to the other vocalist and asking, a bit shyly,

"Hyung, are your allergies bothering you? I brought extra allergy pills, if you want one?"

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Taehyung turned to Jungkook with a small hum and managed a smile. "Ah, thank you, Kook-ah, but I'm alright." He sniffled thickly. "I took a pill at home. If my allergies get worse I might take you up on your offer though."

He sniffed again and sighed, desperately wanting to rub his eyes or his nose, but he didn't want to ruin the careful makeup noona's work. She'd spent enough time already trying to cover his red, puffy eyes and pink tinted nose.

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Jungkook frowned, but nodded, his eyes not leaving his hyung's face. His concern made his shyness lessen and he was not as self-conscious as he was around Taehyung normally.

He admired the singer's beautiful soulful voice and his acting skills. More than anything, he wanted to be able to learn from his hyung and to be as good as he was.

Since the older man had turned down the allergy medication, Jungkook decided to let the matter drop... but V's deep eyes looked so tired, he seemed drained almost.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked in what he hoped was a casual way, "You seem tired."

Ugh, he sounded pathetic and like he was trying to baby his hyung. Why couldn't he have Rapmon-hyung's way with words?

Suddenly, he felt his nose start to drip again. He pulled a tissue free and wiped at it, looking away and blushing slightly.

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"I slept fine..." He lied quietly. He eyed Jungkook with a small smirk. "Looks like your allergies are bothering you too." He said with a small laugh, rubbing the younger's back. "Do the flowers smell strong?" He asked, genuinely worried. For both himself and Jungkook. His nose was sensitive enough without having a cold. Maybe his blocked nose wouldn't protect him after all…

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Jungkook sniffled into the tissue and nodded.

"You know how I get with flowers and perfume, hyung... I get this tickle and feel like I'm going to sneeze, but..." he blushed again, remembering his embarrassing moments from earlier, and trailed off.

Jungkook suddenly realized his still had the tissue packet and smiled. He could help his hyung at least a little. He pressed the rest of the pack into Taehyung's hands gently. He looked down and said softly,

"Just in case... you might need them. They can always redo part of your makeup. I think they get paid by the hour." He smiled at his small joke and looked at Tae, his dark eyes shining.

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Taehyung let out a small laugh and nodded. Bad move. It aggravated the back of his throat and forced out wracking, harsh coughs from him. He turned away from Jungkook to protect the younger from his germs and bent over at the waist from how strong the coughs were.

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Jungkook jumped slightly. This was not normal for Taehyung at all. He immediately wrapped his arm around Taehyung to steady him and rubbed small circles into his back.

"Hyung! Come on, let's go sit down for a minute." The youngest member swallowed down the panic he felt building inside his chest. This was not okay.

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Taehyung sighed and complied, sitting down on a chair nearby. Well, it was closer to collapsing into it.

He ran a hand through his hair and tried not to focus on how dizzy he was.

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Jungkook knelt down in front of Tae and looked at him, worry and dismay filling his big eyes.

He reached up to gently touch his palm to Taehyung's cheek, but stopped himself part way there.

"I don't think this is just allergies, hyung. You sound sick..." He hesitated and then said, " I should go get Rapmon-hyung. He can get them to let you go home."

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"No no no!" He said immediately. "It's fine. I'm fine..." He said softly.

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Jungkook took his hyung's hand gently, his sympathetic eyes pleading,

" Hyung, look at me... please?"

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Taehyung slowly looked up at Jungkook with tired eyes as he chewed on his lip and held back a sniffle.

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"You have to tell me... if you are sick, or anything... please, I... it hurts watching you put yourself through this." Jungkook shook his head to clear his runaway thoughts, " I mean... I just want you to tell me honestly if you start feeling worse." He sighed and released Taehyung's hand from his own trembling one. "I won't say anything but I am going to get you some water at least."

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Taehyung sighed and thanked him quietly, watching the younger walk off. He ran a hand through his hair again and bit back a groan when his name was called.

He went over to the bench and put on a smile, waiting for instruction. The photographer told him to take one of the flowers in his hand and 'invite ARMY to come with you.' Taehyung wasn't all too sure what that meant, but one of his instructions was to smell the flower. He could already tell that this would be bad.

He took a deep breath, heard that the camera's were rolling, put on a smile, and sniffed the flower. As Jungkook had said, the flower had a strong, unbearable scent, and his sensitive nose immediately decided it didn't like it.

He whimpered and raised a finger, as if to say, 'wait a minute,' and clamped a hand over his mouth as he pitched forward with a few rapid fire sneezes. "Heh'kitshh! Ishh! Ehh'itshhu! Hah'ishhuh!" He blushed and apologized profusely.

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Jungkook was on his way back with a water bottle, worrying about what he should do about Taehyung. The older man seemed really sick, but didn't want to think that his hyung would lie to him. That thought made his heart feel like it was being squeezed by a vice. His heart dropped into his stomach as he returned to the chair he had left the older man in and found it empty.

"Oh, no!"

He sprinted over to the set, just in time to watch as Taehyung lifted the flower to his face and inhaled. He watched Taehyung's face fall into his hand as he sneezed and Jungkook felt his face flush with anger and frustration at himself, at the photographer, and even the flowers. His hands became fists at his sides.

"Damn it!"

He started forward, and struggling to compose himself, interrupted the photographer with much apologizing and went to Taehyung's side. He blocked the older vocalist from the crew and staff's sight and under the pretext of giving him water, asked in a whisper,

"Are you sure you can keep going?"

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Taehyung sniffled thickly and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes with a sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be finde..." His voice was laced with heavy congestion by then.

"Dond't worry about mbe..." He offered what he hoped was a small, reassuring smile.

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Jungkook sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Okay... I... guess that's okay then..." He felt so uneasy. What was this feeling in his chest? Kookie walked off set and stood off to one side, watching nervously as the shoot continued.

God, he was being ridiculous... This was Taehyung. His video game partner and his singing partner. Why did he feel so sure that Taehyung was hiding how bad things were from him?

And why did that thought bother him so much?...

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Taehyung sniffled one last time and turned back to the photographer, apologizing once more. "I-It's just allergies..." He excused.

After a few more tries of the shot (with excessive sneezing, of course), Taehyung's nose was now officially too blocked to smell anything. So he managed to smell the flower, turn to the camera, smile, and wave 'ARMY' over.

The words, "Okay, you're done! Remember the group shots later," had never felt so gratifying or relieving to Taehyung. He practically jumped off the bench, gave a hurried thanks and rushed off to go be miserable in peace.

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Jungkook followed as Taehyung left the awful pollen-ridden set. He kept a distance from the older man, trying to see some hidden clue that would help him to make this horrible photoshoot better or easier for Taehyung.

Jungkook wished, not for the first time that day, that he could just take the suffering man home and get him to shower to remove the pollen. Then he'd put on a movie Tae loved and let him rest. He thought about how it would feel to have Taehyung propped up against his chest just watching tv or a movie together. He smiled and shook his head. They were close but Taehyung wouldn't be okay with something like that... would he?

He shook himself out of his wonderings and slowed, watching Taehyung with curious eyes.

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Taehyung leaned against a wall and blew out a breath. He closed his eyes with a grimace and breathed through his mouth to combat the dizziness he was feeling from what he supposed was a fever, judging by how cold he felt.

A fierce, familiar tickle burned in his nose, and he scrambled for the tissue packet Jungkook had given him earlier. Breath hitching, he fumbled with the tab, pulled out a tissue, and held it to his mouth and nose as he shook with two desperate sneezes. "Heh'TSHHuh! Hah'ITSHHoo!" His breath continued to hitch for a few torturous, tickly moments, before he let a last, incredibly unsatisfying sneeze. "Heh'kitshhuh!"

He groaned and rubbed his face, not caring anymore that he was ruining the makeup. He felt awful. He just wanted to go home.

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Jungkook watched miserably as Taehyung snuffled and sneezed explosively into the tissue. He saw as Taehyung rubbed at his face how much paler he was than the makeup had lead him to believe. Now he was sure, Taehyung really was sick!

He approached cautiously and called out,

"Taehyung, it's just me."

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Taehyung turned to him and sighed.

"H-Hey..." He blew his nose, which sounded as awful and congested as it felt. He winced and kept the tissue in his hand, knowing he'd probably need it in the near future.

He coughed lightly and sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

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"You sound really bad, Hyung." He reached out and cupped Taehyung's cheek gently, before drawing back in amazement and worry, "You are really warm. I think you have a fever. We need to get you home so you can get the pollen off of you and you can rest." He paced, thinking hard.

"I could tell them that I'm sick, and that you are taking me back home early. That is, if you really don't want to tell the others."

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Taehyung bit his lip, feeling tears well up in his eyes. It was probably the fever messing with his emotions, but he just felt so grateful that Jungkook was doing so much to hep. And guilty, because he didn't deserve this much attention and love just because he was sick.

"I-I'll just tell themb I'mb ndot feelig well..." He mumbled congestedly. "You dond't have to lie."

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"Hyung... oh, Tae, don't cry." Jungkook felt his heart twinge in his chest. He pulled a tissue from the pack and dabbed gently around Taehyung's eyes, being careful not to aggravate the swollen tissue around them.

"I.. really just want you to feel better, and I will do whatever you need to make sure that happens." Jungkook hesitated but finally got up the nerve to bring the slender vocalist into a warm embrace. He gently rubbed small circles into the older man's back and wished he had thought to bring his hoodie to wrap Taehyung in.

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Taehyung pretty much melted into Jungkook's arms with a whimper and involuntarily leaned most of his weight onto the younger. He just felt so exhausted and miserable.

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Jungkook's heart felt like it could burst through his chest as the older man leaned into his hug. He took a deep breath to calm himself before wrapping his arm around Taehyung and asked,

"Do you want to wait here while I let them know? Or do you want to tell them?" Thinking it over, he added,

"Are you okay to walk? I could carry you?..." he offered this last option shyly, but seeing how unsteady Tae was on his feet, he thought it might be safer that way.

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Taehyung sighed and closed his eyes. "I-I'll tell themb..." He bit his lip. "C-Can you carry mbe?" He slurred, much too feverish to really comprehend what was going on.

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Jungkook bent slightly and let Taehyung lean on his arm, he swept the other under the smaller man's knees and raised him up comfortably leaning him against his chest.

The maknae could feel the intense heat rolling off of the older man in waves. He murmured soothingly to Tae as he walked into the main area of the set.

He caught a lot of odd looks on the faces of the crew and staff, but he didn't have the time or the desire to care about that. RM had just finished his set as Jungkook approached him, carrying Tae.

"Hyung... we need to talk to you... right now!" The leader raised an eyebrow at the youngest members but nodded, taking them off to one side, away from the crowds.

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Taehyung waited until they'd stop and tapped Jungkook so that the younger could put him down.

When he was down, he leaned against Jungkook for support and turned to Namjoon. "H-Hyug... I-I dond't feel well..." He whimpered, coughing as if on cue. "I-Is it okay if I g-go hombe?"

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Namjoon's eyes widened at this sudden development. He reached out and gently pressed his palm to Taehyung's forehead. He sucked in a breath and nodded.

"Kookie, are you going to take him?"

Jungkook nodded and said, "Yes, hyung. I can't stand the thought of leaving him like this."

Namjoon pulled out his phone,

"I'll let the driver know to come to the side to pick you up. Get him home safely! With Jimin and Hobi's allergies this shoot might take another 3 or 4 hours anyway. Jungkook, I'm counting on you. Take good care of Tae. If he gets worse, call me immediately."

"I will." Jungkook responded gently, picking his hyung up once more and heading to the less busy side door.

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Taehyung barely understood what the other two had talked about and, frankly, didn't have the energy to keep up.

When Jungkook picked him up, he let out a small yelp, since he wasn't expecting it. "A-Are we going hombe?" He asked, his voice so small and raspy.

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"Yes, Tae, I'm taking you home. We will get you home and you can rest. I've got you." As he spoke the sprinter van pulled up and the automatic door opened. Jungkook leaned in, lowering the other vocalist into the seat closest to the door and buckled Tae into it. He reached into the back and pulled out a travel worn blanket that the others used to nap with during long rides. He tenderly covered Taehyung with it and took the seat right next to him, holding his hand.

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Taehyung leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. With his mouth agape so he could breathe, he slowly drifted off into a fitful, restless sleep.

He constantly woke up over the course of the ride only to stir slightly, maybe let out a small noise, and go back to sleep.

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queenofeden · 5 years ago

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i admit this one got away from me but i certainly was having fun and that’s what matters right? also asra is here for once. he’s not part of it.

Day 23: Humiliation

Pairing: Nadia Satrinava/Julian Devorak/Female Apprentice

Word Count: 3474 (yikes @ me)

Summary:

"You asked for it, and so you will keep what was so graciously given to you, do you understand?"

✨ My Ko-Fi // Read on AO3 ✨

Laurel whimpers, face half smashed into the bedding, silk covered fingers clawing uselessly at the coverlet. Julian's cock splits her open from behind, her cunt aching around his girth as he takes his last few erratic thrusts and spills, a searing hot splash, deep inside of her. She nearly chokes on the sudden feeling of fullness, gasping, breathing in a mouthful of damp fabric. Julian's cock continues to twitch and pump into her, milking himself for all he can, until at last he begins to slip out of her.

"Careful," Nadia whispers, either to Laurel or Julian, she can't be certain. "Very good." Her hand pets over the small of Laurel's back while Julian gives her a more solid pat-pat on her haunches, like she is a well behaved farm animal.

The head of his cock eases out, and immediately Laurel can feel come begin to trickle from her well used hole in his wake, even as Nadia's stern voice warns her to hold. Desperately she clenches, trying to stem the flow, shaking all the while -- her bones threatening to rattle right out of her skin.

Julian's voice is rough and wretched when he speaks, but full of tenderness, something almost proud in his tone. "Look at you, you took all of it so well."

"She did," Nadia agrees. Her cool fingers trail over Laurel's mess of a cunt, no doubt scooping up the little bit she'd let slip. "For the most part, anyway."

Nadia's come covered fingers press shallowly inside Laurel's asshole, stretched wide but unused, unfucked as of yet. She smears Julian's spend around Laurel's sensitive rim, pressing it inside.

"You asked for it, and so you will keep what was so graciously given to you, do you understand?" Nadia asks, single finger pulling like a hook, forcing Laurel's hole to gape slightly, her cunt twitching in response. Laurel bites back a moan, clenching her eyes shut. She nods, duvet scratching her cheek.

"Mmn, fuck. Yes, Nadia."

"Excellent. Come now, stand up."

Standing is worse. Easier to keep his load inside her with the clench of her thighs, perhaps, but oh, the wet, slick, stick of her own arousal coating her thighs, squelching and practically bubbling up around her neglected clit, combined with Julian's -- marking her ass and, try as she might to fight the inevitability of gravity, already threatening to leak out of her.

Nadia guides Laurel with a gentle hand to the tall floor length mirror and begins adjusting and smoothing the skirts of her gown back into place. Fashionable, but terribly thin, they swish gorgeously around her hips and ankles, but give Laurel very little confidence in their ability to conceal her shame.

Nadia doesn't seem to share these concerns, only presses and tucks at Laurel's clothes, making her somewhat presentable again. She combs and fluffs Laurel's curls with her fingers, pinches her already flushed cheeks until the apples pink prettily.

"There," Nadia breathes, giving her cheek a final, light pat. "Absolutely lovely. No doubt the ambassador and his partner will just adore you."

In her reflection Laurel looks wrecked still, eyes glassy, chest heaving and blotchy. The thought of facing the ambassador and his retinue like this fills her with a low hum of dread. Laurel sniffles delicately, bottom lip rolling between her teeth.

"And you," Nadia says, gaze drifting over Laurel's shoulder. "My sweet Julian, did you enjoy yourself?"

He appears behind Laurel in the mirror, hands trailing up her half-gloved arms. "More than I could possibly hope to describe."

"Good to hear. It is a rare treat indeed that you should be allowed to come inside my cunt." Nadia's hand presses low on Laurel's stomach when she says the word 'my'. Laurel hisses, and Nadia smiles. "I believe a thank you should be in order?"

The tips of Julian's ears go red. "Y-yes, Nadia! Of course, my apologies. So sorry. Thank you, thank you so much!"

"For?" Nadia drawls patiently.

"For, god, for allowing me to come inside Laurel."

"You are very welcome." Nadia kisses him lightly on the cheek, careful not to leave a smudge of lipstick on his pale skin. "Now, I believe it's nearly time for dinner. Shall we?"

Arm in arm, Nadia and Laurel descend the stairs together. Laurel keeps a death grip on Nadia's forearm, Nadia covering her tense hand with her own lax one.

“I’ve one last surprise for you,” Nadia whispers suddenly. Laurel blinks, startled. At the bottom of the stairs there is a faint hubbub of voices that freezes Laurel's feet mid-stride, a familiar prickle of magic at the base of her neck. Nadia pulls to a halt on the step below, gazing up at her slyly.

"Nadia--" Laurel whispers, heart thumping in her throat, so close she can almost taste it.

"Yes, my love? Is something wrong?"

"Nadia what--"

"There you two are!" Asra's friendly voice calls up from down below.

Laurel feels her eyes nearly cross, all the blood in her body suddenly draining to her feet and leaving her faint. Asra bounds up the remaining stairs two at a time towards them, white curls bouncing with every step. Without thinking he reaches for Laurel, pulling her into a tight hug which would normally be received and returned with enthusiasm.

Instead, Laurel tries not to gasp directly into his ear, only capable of patting his back dumbly with one hand. The smell of him overwhelms her, bitter herbs mixed with spicy incense that still sing home in every nook and cranny of her heart. It is a comforting thing, usually, one more than welcome. Currently, she wants nothing more than to shove away from him and crawl out of her own skin. Over his shoulder, she watches Nadia's grin grow wider, crinkling the corners of her wicked, twinkling eyes.

She feels she might collapse when, at long last, he finally releases her and goes to hug Nadia. Laurel sags against the bannister, breathing deeply, shakily through her nose.

Asra turns back, his smile faltering into a small frown. "Are you alright, Laurel?"

"Oh fine, I'm fine!" she lies, words tumbling out too quickly. "Just, so -- so surprised to see you here! What are you doing here, Asra?"

"A little surprise for you, dear." Nadia says, voice smooth as the silk of Laurel's gloves. "You were so nervous about the ambassador's dinner, I thought it would serve you well to have another familiar face at the table."

Laurel's neck couldn't possibly be a shade lighter than crimson, but somehow she manages to nod and smile. "That's just -- so sweet of you Nadia. Wow. A whole Asra! Here for dinner!"

The whole Asra in question glances between them, brows pinched slightly at the center. Nadia lays a gentle hand on his arm, drawing his attention back to her.

"And will Muriel also be joining us this evening?"

Laurel certainly doesn't gasp, but perhaps a small whimper makes its way past her clamped tight lips. Too distracted to keep it in, a small stream of Julian's come leaks out of her, smearing between her restless thighs.

Asra shakes his head, smiling dreamily at the mere mention of Muriel's name. "No, he really wasn't feeling up to it, what with the other visitors and all. He sends his love, though."

“Such a shame. I’ll have the staff send you home with some food for him, we’ll surely have plenty,” Nadia says.

“Oh! More company?” comes Julian’s voice, echoing off the walls from the direction of his own personal rooms. “Who is it?”

He stops short, easy smile frozen on his face when he spies Asra. His eye widens a fraction, but thankfully he composes himself far quicker and with more ease than Laurel had. “Why, hullo there, Asra, I wasn’t aware you were joining us for dinner?”

“Apparently nobody was,” Asra mutters, looking between all of them curiously. When his violet gaze lingers too long on Laurel’s face, she turns away with a cough into a gloved fist. Nadia’s attention shifts swiftly to Laurel, playful gaze softening.

“Why not go ahead to the dining room with Julian, Asra. We’ll join you in just a moment.”

The two of them retreat around the corner. Laurel leans her full weight against the bannister now, knees buckling. Her brow feels damp with sweat, her thighs still sticking together uncomfortably, hyper aware of the slip between her ass cheeks and her slit with every movement. Nadia crowds close, taking her trembling arms in her hands.

“You invited Asra?” Laurel whimpers once she is close enough.

Nadia chuckles and brushes an errant curl from Laurel’s sticky forehead. “I told you there was one last surprise.”

Laurel shivers. “Yes, but -- but Asra?”

Nadia takes her chin gently in her grip and tilts Laurel’s face up to meet her eyes. “Is this too much for you?” she asks, voice dropping low below a whisper, suddenly very serious. “You need only say the word, Laurel, and I’ll take you to the baths at once myself and get you cleaned up.”

“I--” Laurel’s lips part, then close. Shame and humiliation flare bright as a bonfire in her chest, but so too does her desire, left like unbanked coals to smoulder deep inside her. The shock of Asra’s presence had thrown her, certainly, but was it enough to stop? To call everything off? She has no doubt as to Nadia’s sincerity in the matter, Nadia who is looking down at her with such care, with all the love in the world, waiting for her to answer.

“I -- no. No, I’m fine. I can do this.”

The corner of Nadia’s mouth twitches upwards. “There is no need to be brave, my sweet. I’ll not be disappointed, I promise you.”

“No! No, really. I’ll be fine. I -- I want to.”

Nadia leans in close, careful still of marking Laurel with an obvious lip print, but pressing their cheeks together. “So eager to please,” she breathes directly into Laurel’s ear. “My good girl, I am so proud of you.”

Laurel sighs, eyes slipping closed as Nadia’s praise washes over her, warm as a balmy summer breeze.

“Are you ready to go to dinner, now?”

Steeling herself with a final, deep breath, Laurel nods.

Laurel was not ready for dinner.

Nadia had cleverly seated Asra directly to Laurel’s right, Nadia at her left at the head of the table. Normally this place would be Julian’s, but he had been relegated a few seats down so as not to offend the ambassador’s sensibilities. There was no need for the court physician to have a special place at the table, after all. Asra, however, as a guest of the palace, was perfectly content to sit close -- too close -- to Laurel, his shoulder brushing hers with every lift of his fork, every touch like a jolt of electricity straight to Laurel’s core.

If standing had been unbearable, somehow sitting is even worse. No longer does she worry about come sliding down the insides of her thighs, she is only aware of it, in the most uncomfortable way possible. Her ass presses to the chair, her thin skirts the only barrier between her bare skin and everyone else. Across the table from her, the ambassador sits with his partner to his left. They both watch her, or perhaps they don’t, but she can’t help but feel their stares sitting heavy on her.

Can they tell that something is amiss? Can they see the flush on her cheeks, the sheen of sweat on her upper lip, the fine tremor in her hands as she lifts her water glass to her lips and drains it all in one long gulp? All throughout the meal, she feels Asra sneaking furtive glances at her. When she barely picks at her dinner, and the ambassador is turned away in rapt conversation with Nadia, he turns just slightly in her direction.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asks, voice laced with such genuine concern Laurel feels like she might start to cry. “You’ve hardly eaten, you look flushed. Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick, Asra. I’m fine,” she hisses, and spears a large bite of seared meat and vegetables with her fork as if to illustrate her fineness. It tastes like ash in her mouth, but she swallows it all the same, attempting an easy smile. By the way his brows pinch, it must not look as convincing as she would like.

The ambassador’s partner, tall with deep-set eyes and a long, dark ponytail pulled over their shoulder, suddenly turns away from the conversation and stares, it feels, directly into her very soul. Panic flares bright in her chest. Why would they look at her like that? What had she done? She’d been so careful, all this time, but what if she’d slipped? Perhaps they could sense something wrong with her, or her magic, or could smell her like a bitch in heat.

The thought makes her shudder, concentration slipping, more come leaking out directly onto the fabric of her dress. She cannot stop it this time, her muscles strained and exhausted. The wetness seeps out, down into her skirts, between her crossed legs. She cannot even make a sound, only feeling the heat of sheer mortification prickling at the roots of her hair, travelling all the way down her spine.

“I’m just worried about you,” Asra continues, oblivious to her thoughts, what her body is doing. He lays his hand gently over hers, a sweet gesture that makes her entire body seize up. She jerks her hand away, fork clattering against the china. It draws everyone’s attention, and Laurel wishes that she could simply sink down into the floor, chair and all.

“S-so sorry, clumsy fingers,” she tries to laugh, setting her fork down with more force than is necessary.

“You know, funny story that, ambassador -- I’m reminded of the summer I spent--” Julian’s beautiful voice cuts through the quiet, responding to some part of the conversation Laurel clearly had not heard. Everyone’s attention diverted, she turns baleful eyes to Nadia, who only sips her wine, an amused smile hidden behind the rim of her glass.

“Laurel--” Asra whispers, voice harsher than his usual pleasant drawl. Right. Asra. Gods, she’d already forgotten about him. Poor Asra, could he feel the echo of her heart, beating against the cage of her ribs like a frantic, trapped bird? Her head snaps back to him, shame churning her stomach like a whirlpool.

“Sorry, you -- you startled me.”

“Laurel, your aura is going haywire. What is up with you right now?”

“Asra, I--”

“Let me guess, you’re fine?”

“I -- yes. I’m fine!” she snaps, their harried whispers bitten between their bowed heads, nearly touching. “Please, Asra, I am begging you as my dearest friend. Do not press this right now. Not here.”

The drone of Julian’s voice pauses, and in the brief interim, Nadia clears her throat.

“Doctor, perhaps you would like to continue your… delightful story somewhere more comfortable?” She smiles, radiating an air of warmth and confidence. “Shall we all retire to the study for dessert?”

And then she stands.

As is custom, when the Countess stands, so too does the rest of the table. Even Asra and Julian scrape their chairs backwards immediately. The only one who doesn’t, who can’t stand, is Laurel.

Once again she feels the weight of everyone’s stares descend upon her, heavy and delicate as a pile of bricks. As Nadia’s wife she should have been the first to stand, and yet here she is. Laurel knows -- she can feel it, knows that there is a stain on the back of her gown, very likely also on the seat below her. She can’t. She simply can’t. There is a moment, in the flash of a second, where she considers just simply magicking the spot away. Surely no one would see in so short a time, but then she remembers Asra again. He would feel her cast, would know that something had transpired, if he doesn’t already. Truly, she hasn’t the mind left for logic or reason.

She clenches her fists so tightly her nails threaten to draw blood from her palms, and stays seated. Nadia stares down at her, and arches a delicate purple brow.

“Are you well, my love?”

“Forgive me,” Laurel manages through clenched teeth. “I do believe I am not feeling well after all.”

“Was something the matter with the food?” the ambassador asks, sounding almost suspicious.

“Oh, oh, no. No, of course not.” Laurel looks up at the ambassador, and speaks directly to him for perhaps the first time all night. “I am ever so sorry to interrupt. Please, spare no thoughts for me and carry on with your evening.”

“There is no need to apologize.” With heady, knowing eyes, Nadia places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Doctor Devorak, I’m terribly sorry to steal you away from the fun, but it seems that my dear wife is feeling ill. Would you please?”

Julian snaps to attention. “Of course, Countess!”

He shimmies out from between the close-pressed chairs, and makes his way the short distance to Laurel’s seat. With a nod, Nadia takes Laurel’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, a perfect dark lip-print branding her cream colored glove.

“Come, everyone. My offer of dessert and conversation in the study still stands. If you would all follow me?”

Bodies stream out of the dining room in two single file lines, following Nadia’s regal figure like trailing ducklings. Julian’s hands find Laurel’s shoulders the minute the sound of the dining room door clicking shut echoes out, and Laurel’s body and face crumple in tandem.

“Oh, darling, are you alright?” Julian asks, fingers tracing delicately up her neck.

She nods, even as she feels tears spill from the corners of her eyes down to her chin.

“I can’t stand up,” she says weakly. She almost feels like laughing at herself, at the sheer absurdity of her situation, but all that comes out is a small sob.

“You can’t -- oh. Oh,” Julian’s voice warbles as the realization, the implication of her words, settles upon him.

“‘Oh,’ what?” comes Asra’s sharp voice.

Laurel jumps, and so does Julian, by the nearly painful strength with which he grips her. Laurel’s head swivels towards his voice. Asra stands too casually, arms crossed, leaned against the frame of the closed door. She had felt him leave her side, she was sure she had, so sure that he had followed Nadia, but it seems… well…

Laurel folds her arms on the table, shoving her half empty plate aside, and pillows her head upon them.

“Ilya, why can’t Laurel stand?”

Unseen, Julian begins to babble. “I -- well, you see it’s. Hah, well really, it’s a funny story you see, now -- uhm… hm--”

Laurel raises her hand, and then her head. Julian’s near panicked voice trails off. “Don’t, Julian. Just -- just don’t.”

“What -- what should I?”

She sighs, resigned. “Just, help me up would you?”

Rather than offer her his hand like a normal person, Julian simply bends down and scoops her bodily from her chair. Her arms fly around his neck in a momentary panic, then they both look at one another, then back to Asra, who of course is still there, standing, waiting for an explanation.

Slowly, Julian places her back down onto her feet. Still, she can feel the wet slide between her legs, and now the cool clinging of the skirt against her backside. When she looks down there is, blessedly, by some grace of the gods themselves, no spot on the chair cushion.

Asra stares at her, wide eyed for a brief moment as they make eye contact, and then his face shifts into one of sly understanding.

“So this was…?”

Laurel winces, and gives a small shrug.

“And you.” Asra points to Laurel. “You two?” He pauses. “You… three?”

Laurel bites the inside of her cheek so harshly she tastes the tang of blood. She nods.

Asra also nods, brows raising and lowering, furrowing briefly as the words settle. He blinks decisively. “Right, I think maybe I should leave now. Give Nadi my thanks for dinner?”

“I will do that, yes.”

“Great. And tomorrow, Laurel? We’re having lunch together,” he says, with a glint in those violet eyes. “It seems like you and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

Laurel nods again, words failing her. Her face could not possibly be hotter.

Asra slips from the room without another word, the door closing with a solid thump behind him. Julian’s hands hover behind her back.

“Well, that went… It certainly went a way, didn’t it?”

“Julian,” Laurel sighs. “Please just take me to our room, I’d like to change my clothes now.”

“I -- of course.”

And once again, she finds herself in his arms.

#the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #nadia x julian x apprentice #arcanagame #my fic #kinktober2019 #nadia

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speedreiding · 7 years ago

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Mine (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This is for @reidoneshots and I hope it’s not too long and it’s good enough. Anyways sorry for taking forever to post, I’ve been writing my wattpad story and I haven’t had lots of time to write on here. Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION PEEPS), slightly dom!Spencer Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Prompt: Spencer and the reader go undercover in a casino that takes place in the episode Snake Eyes and eventually leads to smut Request: ❌ Upcoming Imagine: Reader admits her feelings to Spencer after a long time of friendship… - You and your boyfriend Spencer walked into the casino, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. You and Spencer were assigned to catch the UnSub; Spencer was going to try to play poker with him and you were the waitress. Rossi made a point that by putting two FBI agents on the field we will have a better chance at catching him. You wore a red dress that hugged your curves like many of the other women in the casino while Spencer wore his casual attire. As you both walked through security check, they stopped Spencer and he pulled out the alarm detonator. “Halitosis.” He said holding out the pen look a like. You had one too, but it was disguised as a lipstick. You both walked further into the casino. “I’ll talk to the manager you go ahead and start playing sweetheart.” You whispered into Spencer’s ear before he nodded. You both split paths and you went to one of the waitresses. “Can you show me your manager please?” You said inconspicuously flashing your FBI credentials. Once you met the manager, you reassured that you were going undercover as one of the waitresses and told them about Spencer as well. Once the manager understood, you grabbed a tray along with a few drinks sitting on top as you scanned the casino for Spencer. Once you found him, you walked past with a smile and he nodded, flashing a hand pointing to the south of the casino. You walked toward the south with the tray, feeling many pairs of eyes on your body as you strutted around the room. You turned around and saw Spencer notifying a waiter, telling him that he would like to move due to the lights. The plan was working smoothly and then you spotted him. Your UnSub, Curtis Banks. You approached the table, asking if anyone wanted a drink. After a few catcalls, you handed them out before eyeing Curtis and flashing a wink. He smirked at you as you strutted away, towards Spencer. As you passed him, you quickly said, “Baseball cap, blue flannel.” Spencer sat at the table, 3 seats away from the UnSub. You picked up another drink and walked back to the same table. “Scotch for the lucky man today.” You said setting it down next to Curtis, making him look up at you and flash a demeaning smile. “Thanks darlin’.” He said flipping his cards revealing a four of a kind as he laughed and took all of the chips to add to his pile. Throughout the night, you followed him, developing an acquaintance with him. You would bring him more drinks and when he was at the craps table, you would blow on his dice for good luck. You eyed Spencer every once in awhile and under his poker face, you could see he was flustered by all the time you were spending with Curtis. At the end of the day, he sat with Spencer for a round of poker with a few other men. You stood in a corner a ways away, watching as Spencer stared at Curtis, hiding the fact that he knows exactly what cards are in Curtis’ hands. “I’m all in.” Curtis said pushing all the chips in. Everybody flipped their cards as Spencer revealed a royal flush. Curtis scolded as Spencer took his chips. I noticed how he stared at Spencer, with deep hatred and anger. I started to get worried and then Spencer eyed the little 8 ball charm that was laying out on the table. “Do you mind if I take a look at this?” Spencer said reaching for it and immediately being stopped by Curtis’ hand on his wrist. An officer came by asking what the problem was and Curtis lied saying Spencer was reaching for his chips, making the officer start to escort Spencer out. Spencer clicked the pen and you immediately walked towards Curtis. “My name is Y/N L/N I’m with the FBI I need you to come with me.” You said showing your credentials. His eyes went from the bill fold to you before he quickly stood up, but before he could get away, you grabbed his arm and smashed his face against the table before cuffing his hands behind his back. Once he was long gone in a police car, the rest of the team went back to the hotel and let’s just get one thing straight; Spencer was jealous. Once the team left, he never left your side, making sure you stayed with him the whole time. He would occasionally lay his hand on the small of your back, leading the way with just his hand. Once you got into the hotel room, he pushed you against the closed door, keeping his face inches away from yours. “You know… it really bugged me tonight… watching you even near another man while looking like how you do.” He said moving all of your hair to one side. You swallowed hard, taking interest in this new side of Spencer. “He thought you were a stray… he thought it was okay to look at you the way I do.” He said his lips grazing your neck. His tongue darted out quickly, taking a small taste of your skin. “Who do you belong to?” He asked looking back into your eyes. “You.” You whispered grazing your fingers across his lips. “That’s right. All of this,” he said as his hands mapped over your body, “belongs to me.” You shuddered under his touch, clenching your legs together as your center begged for friction. “Baby do I need to take care of that?” He asked, noticing your moving legs. “Mhm.” You whimpered. “I need you to show me I’m yours.” You said. He smirked and placed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands found yours and pinned them above your head, making you groan into his mouth. “You look so beautiful in this dress,” He said breaking away as he dropped to his knees, “but it has to go.” He said unzipping it, letting it pool at your feet. He tapped the inside of your thighs, making you spread your legs out a little as you stood in your lingerie you decided to wear earlier. “Mmm so wet already… I’ve barely touched you.” He said blowing on your clothed sex, making you cry out his name. “Sensitive too?” He said proudly. He slowly pulled your panties down and immediately started to lap at your aching core. Your hands went to his hair and gripped tightly as his tongue worked at your folds. “Sp-Spencer… your so good with your mouth.” You gasped. He lifting one of your thighs over his shoulder as he pinned your hips to the door. One of his hands came to play with your clit, as his mouth lapped and sucked. “Baby… I’m so close.” You said able to grind your hips towards his mouth with only one hand holding your hips. His eyes looked up and met yours, the sight itself making you climax. You shook against the wall as your thighs clenched. Spencer lapped up everything you provided, leaving no trace of the naughty act behind. He stood up and picked you up before lying you on the bed after discarding your bra. He quickly undressed when you thought it was over. Your eyes locked on his hard erection that was now free from his boxers. He held both of your hands above your head as he quickly pushed into you, making you let out a loud moan. He thrusted hard in and out of you as he whispered ‘mine’. He held both of your wrists in one hand as his other played with your nipple, pinching and twisting as he pounded into you. He groaned as your walls started to clench around him, triggering your second orgasm. “So… tight.” He muttered as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You yelled his name as his tip repeatedly smashed into your g-spot, driving you over the edge. As you rode your climax out, he followed close behind, the feeling of you squeezing around him making him moan your name as he came. He collapsed next to you before pulling your jelly like body next to his. “Are you okay?” He asked holding you closer to his body. “Yeah… that was… amazing. I need to make you jealous more often.” You said teasingly, earning an uneasy look from Spencer. “I’m kidding Spence, I’m yours and I always will be. You made that clear about 5 minutes ago.” You said turning to face and hug him. He giggled softly before playing with your hair and whispering how much he loves you as you were clearly reminded that you were his.

#spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #one shot #criminal minds #reidoneshots 2000 follower challenge

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thetourguidebarbie · 7 years ago

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Discretion III

For @itsnotacrimetoloveyou as payment for her fabulous D/s drabbles lately ;) Also tagging @goldcaught just because.

Summary: Klaus has been on a trip for a few weeks and visits Caroline at work for some reunion smut.

Contains: Dom!Klaus, public sex, sex toy use.

Set in the “Discretion” universe. Part 1 II Part 2

Caroline sighed as her phone rang, pausing in the middle of the e-mail she was writing to a client before picking up the receiver.

“Caroline?”

“Hi Anna.”

“Your twelve o’clock is here.”

Caroline frowned. “I don’t have a twelve o’clock.”

“He says he has a lunch meeting with you and asked if you were free yet,” Anna said slowly. “He brought take-out, actually. Do you need me to set up a conference room?”

Caroline resisted the urge to groan. She’d forgotten that Anna hadn’t met Klaus yet, since she’d been hired less than a month before and Klaus had been on a business trip since two days before she started. He’d only come back the night before, too tired from his flights to do much besides some cuddling and falling asleep during the second episode of Game of Thrones that she’d been impatiently saving to watch with him until he returned. She’d woken him up and he’d mumbled something about an early morning meeting before collapsing into bed, holding her close.

They’d had phone sex a few times while he was gone and sent some provocative photos back and forth, but it wasn’t the same as his touch, the perfect way his calloused palms felt on her skin. She knew he missed her too, and it was possible that he’d just come to spend some time with her since she’d be tied up with an important project for the next few weeks and wouldn’t be able to spend much time at home.

Klaus did occasionally turn up for lunch for a romantic surprise in the middle of the workweek anyway (to the three summer interns’ badly-concealed delight), but usually the underlying reason was less than innocent.

She’d long gotten over her aversion to sex in her office, just closing the blinds and burying her face in his neck to muffle the sounds, but whoever needed the stress relief usually emailed ahead for those.

He also sometimes had asked her to do something special for him when they felt like being in play for a whole day, to wear nothing under her tight pencil skirt or keep a toy in her pussy during work, and wanted to make sure that she was following the rules. Those visits tended to be implied with the agreement, and she tried to remember whether she was supposed to be doing something. They hadn’t talked about it.

“No, I think that’s my boyfriend. He comes over for lunch sometimes. I must have forgotten that we planned something today. I’ll be right out,” she said before hanging up and straightening her skirt as she stood. She tried to fight down a blush, her mind racing as she tried to remember what he was checking up on her for.

“Hey, you,” she said when she saw him, pecking him on the lips. “Anna, this is my boyfriend, Klaus. If he comes in just call me to make sure I’m not in a meeting and then you can send him back, okay?”

“Okay!” Anna agreed. “Do you want me to send your calls to voicemail while you’re at lunch?”

“Yeah, that would be great! Thanks.”

Anna nodded, already turning back to her computer, and Klaus pressed his palm to the small of Caroline’s back, steering her back to her office. He set the take-out on her desk, the scent of what she suspected was her favorite chicken curry from the Indian restaurant down the street making her mouth water.

He turned around and pulled her flush against his chest, his lips brushing over her ear as he nosed her temple.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said, melting into him, and she smiled, his stubble scratching her cheek.

“Too busy?”

“Nope! Nice surprise,” she reassured him, pulling back to peck him on the lips. “Any special reason?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said quietly, catching his lips with hers again, her fingers fiddling with the lapels of his suit. “I’m sorry that I won’t be around as much this week. It sucks that our work stuff sort of overlapped.”

“That’s why I’m here, actually,” he said, his fingers fiddling with the waistband of her skirt, thumb brushing over the zipper. “I wanted to spend some time with you before you got buried in work.”

“Sounds good,” she said. “I’m getting hungry so you had great timing.”

“Not yet, love.”

His tone sent a dangerous shiver down her spine, and she knew that this definitely wasn’t a surprise romantic lunch.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue, and he dropped a quick kiss to her lips, fiddling with her hair. “Would you be opposed to some stress relief first? I brought something else for you.”

“What did you bring?” she asked with a grin, letting her palm trail down his chest, thumb flicking over the buttons of his suit jacket.

“I bought something on the trip,” he said, letting go of her with one hand to reach for the take-out bag, the other still resting possessively on her hip. She watched as he pulled out a tied plastic bag, ripping it open to reveal a cloth bag that he have to her. She shot him a suspicious glance as she opened it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip when she saw that it was a vibrator, a relatively small one, though she suspected that was the point when she realized his hand was drifting down the small of her back to rest on her ass.

“You seriously put this in the take-out bag?”

“I made sure it was covered,” he said, his lips twitching, and she raised an eyebrow before deliberately running the tip of her tongue along the shaft of the toy, trying not to smile when he swallowed, his eyes darkening, his voice a low growl when he spoke again. “Passed your inspection, then?”

“Yes,” she said, grinning at him. “So, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you know how many times I sat alone in my hotel room stroking my cock as I thought of the things I’d do to you when I got home? I missed your voice, your touch… Speaking to you on the phone is never enough, no matter how willingly you comply with my orders.”

She set the toy on her desk, turning back to rest her palms on his shoulders, leaning against him. He was warm, his arms strong as they wrapped around her, breath hot on her ear, and she had missed feeling so safe, so wanted. “Tell me more.”

“Well, I was thinking that I could bend you over the table first, shove up that tempting little skirt of yours and pull your knickers around your knees before I touch you. I want to kneel behind you and taste you, map the backs of your thighs with my tongue, ending up just close enough to your dripping pussy to make you squirm with need. I’ve missed the lovely noises you make, the soft whimpers and pleas for my tongue to move just a bit to reach your clit…”

She moaned softly, burying her face in his neck to muffle the sound as he slid his palm under her skirt to rest against the back of her thigh.

“Would you like that, love?” he asked, his nails biting into her skin for just a moment, the sting making her shiver.

“Yes,” she said, her voice slightly breathless as she pulled away from his shoulder so that he could hear her.

“Then, once I’ve tasted you, possibly let you come on my tongue if I’m feeling generous, I’ll slip this toy inside of you before I pull up the pretty lace to hold it in place. I want to watch you squirm in your seat as you eat with me, watch you face flush as you try to hold back your moans. I’ll leave you for the afternoon, of course. I’m sure you have quite a bit of work to do, after all. I do hope it won’t be too distracting.”

“Klaus,” she whined under her breath, her arms winding around his shoulders as she felt the cold air hit her legs when he shoved her skirt around her hips, pressing the heel of his palm against the damp lace covering her center.

She squeaked at the sudden sharp pain when he smacked her ass, her fingers curling against his shirt. “Address me properly, sweetheart.”

She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment to slip into the mindset for a scene before taking a breath as she melted into him. “Sorry, Master.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, bending to nose her temple and nipping her ear. She felt her lower belly tighten as she pressed herself against him, her breath catching as he pinched her ass. “Now, I’d like you to bend over the desk for me.”

He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and laid a hand on her lower back as she carefully moved her laptop and office supplies to the side before bending down with her hands behind her back, her cheek resting against the cool glass desktop, and she felt him stroke his fingers down her spine, a low sound of approval escaping him when she shivered.

She felt just the slightest brush of his fingers against her skin when he untucked her shirt, unzipping her pencil skirt and letting it fall to the floor. “I’d push it up but if you have a meeting this afternoon it wouldn’t do to wrinkle it too much,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Though I do enjoy looking at you as well, your pretty arse framed by lace. I should indulge myself more often,” he whispered, running his fingertip down the flesh of her ass. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get friction, and she heard him chuckle as he slid his palm between her thighs, gently parting them.

“Now, love, none of that. You’ve been so patient while I’ve been gone, and I’d hate to have to punish you for touching yourself without permission.”

“Sorry, Master.”

She heard a soft thump before her thong was stretched around her knees and his tongue flicked against the back of her thigh, and she felt her core throb as she squirmed, her breath catching. His warm, calloused palms settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive crevice between the globes of her ass and the tops of her thighs before she felt his tongue against her pussy, swirling around her opening just the way she liked it.

She moaned, her body tensing as her eyelids fluttered before she closed her eyes, rolling her hips against his tongue. He built her up fast, turning to hover just under her and pulling her pussy against his mouth to more easily find her clit, her walls clenching as she bit her palm to keep from moaning too loudly. She made a small whine of annoyance when he stopped but knew better to complain, looking over her shoulder with hazy eyes as he stood, licking his lips before bending to catch her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself as he ground his covered erection against her aching core before she saw him pick up the toy out of the corner of her eye. “Ready, love?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her breathing shaky as she spread her legs for him. She moaned as he pushed the toy inside of her, rolling her hips against his hand.

“Does that feel all right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. You won’t remove it until you get home tonight. Understand?”

She hummed in agreement, feeling herself approach the edge as he pulled her thong back up to keep the toy in place, a sudden shift in movement making her come around it with a soft gasp. He laughed again, bending to press a soft kiss to her neck as he pulled her skirt back up around her waist and fastened it. She tucked her shirt in as she stood before reaching to rub his erection through his jeans, but he caught her wrist, bringing it up to his mouth to run his tongue along the lines of her palm. “I want to watch you eat before you suck my cock. I want my come to be the last thing you taste before I leave.”

She nodded, standing up fully and straightening her clothes before turning to pull out the food, opening one of the boxes and handing it to him when it was what he liked and taking the other, pulling a plastic fork from the bottom of the bag. The toy was stretching her, brushing against all the right places as she sat down in her office chair, and she moaned while she tried to settle in a comfortable position where the sensations weren’t too intense and she didn’t have the irresistible impulse to roll her hips. Klaus watched her with a smirk, drinking her in as he took his first bite of chicken, licking his lips as he watched her wrap her lips around the fork as she ate.

“Good?”

She nodded, knowing that if she tried to speak it would turn into a moan, and he gave her a wicked grin, his cheeks dimpling. “All I’ll be able to think about today is how you’ll look squirming in your seat as you try to focus on your clients. I’ll imagine you soaking wet and flushed, strategically breathing to make sure that they don’t know how close you are to coming around a toy while they talk to you. You’re such a good girl, being willing to do this for me. You love to please your master, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, and he smiled as she shifted in her seat.

“Good. I’d like you to do something for me then, sweetheart.”

She felt anticipation crackle under her skin at the hungry way he eyed her before his eyes darted to his phone. “Anything you want, Master,” she said, looking at him through her eyelashes and enjoying the way his eyes darkened. It was always satisfying to know that she had as much of an effect on him as he did on her, and she knew that whatever he wanted would be exciting.

She’d also probably get a reward when she finally arrived home, and she was totally up for that.

“How many meetings do you have today?”

She opened her laptop to check her calendar, taking another bite of curry and wrinkling her nose when a dribble fell on her collarbone, quickly scooping it up with her finger and sucking it off, almost smirking at Klaus’s low groan. She looked up to see him adjusting his jeans, his erection a prominent bulge underneath his hand, and the toy jostled a bit as she clicked through the day, a breathless moan escaping her before she swallowed and tried to center herself.

“I have two in person ones this afternoon and a phone call at five, which is why I’ll be home late.”

“Good. When you come back from every meeting and get off the phone I’d like a picture of you. I want to see how wet you are from the excitement of such a forbidden desire. You denied it at the beginning, but I think you’ve started to find that you enjoy a bit of exhibitionism, don’t you? You like the secret of knowing that you’re so close to tipping over the edge underneath your neat work clothes. I want to see that.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, already feeling herself close to tipping over the edge from the idea of it.

“Good girl. Now, all done eating your food?”

She nodded, closing the take-out box and throwing it and the plastic cutlery in the trash before getting up and walking around the table, the toy sending jolts of arousal straight to her core with every step, bending down to rest her palms against his thighs and kissing him gently. “May I suck your cock, Master?” .

She knew he loved hearing any sort of dirty talk falling from her lips, the way her eyes would widen innocently as she told him how much she wanted him to fuck her, how good he felt, how she thought about him all day, craving his cock.

“Yes,” he growled, his hand wandering down her spine and pressing to encourage her down to the carpet. She obligingly dropped to her knees, eyeing him as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, moving forward in his seat so that she could more easily settle between his legs. She made quick work of his pants and boxerbriefs and watched him for reactions as he leaned forward to run her tongue along his shaft. She catalogued every twitch of his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened when she hit just the right spot with the tip of her tongue, his eyelids fluttering for just a moment before he regained control. She loved seeing him like this, the way he looked at her as she pleasured him, how he groaned her name softly when he was close.

He buried his hand in her hair, tugging her curls lightly between his fingers as he guided her head to the speed he wanted. “Don’t tease, sweetheart. I’ve waited weeks to feel your pretty pink lips around my cock again. If you don’t start putting in a bit of effort I might have to punish you, and you’ve been so good lately.”

She sped up her movements, twisting her fist around the base of his cock in a way that always made his hips jerk, and she gagged around the head of his cock, something she knew always turned him on. He watched her with dark eyes and slightly parted lips as her head bobbed up and down his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Caroline. I love the way you look with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moaned around him as she shifted, the toy brushing her g-spot, and he smirked, tugging her hair lightly. “You love this, don’t you? I know how wet it makes you even without a toy to give you friction, especially when we do it in your office. Does it excite you to know that if a coworker came in they’d see you like this for me, on your knees at my feet moaning around my cock as I fuck your mouth? What would they say if they saw you call me ‘Master’ and lower your eyes, how you submit to me so sweetly? You used to be so hesitant, but I know how much the anticipation, the forbiddenness of it turns you on.”

She moaned around him, rubbing her thighs together. His voice made her core throb as he narrated his thoughts, and she could feel her high building again as the tip of the toy brushed against her oversensitive walls. He grinned as he watched her greedily, bucking his hips to make her gag.

“More tongue, love. Yes, that’s it…good girl. You’re so good at this, sweetheart. You know just how to touch your Master to get the praise you crave so much.”

She hummed around him, ignoring the urge to reach between her thighs and tease her clit as she took him deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat to keep from gagging too much. She watched him carefully as she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she let her pinky drag down the small patch of skin just under them that made him shudder.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand tightening in her hair with a harsh yank that made her clench around the toy before he spilled into her mouth.

She swallowed, her tongue darting over her lips as she stood, grinning at the smudge of lipstick she’d left on his shaft. He stood, pressing his lips to hers, and she felt his knuckles brush against her front as he buckled his belt and refastened his pants. Her skin was oversensitive, her high building again, and she gasped as his hand brushed the front of her skirt, stimulating her clit. He caught her as her knees went weak, nipping her ear as she came, her breathing ragged.

“Good girl,” he whispered, tugging her flush against his chest and rubbing her back. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“How much time do you have?”

She glanced back to the wall clock before laying her head on his shoulder. “For aftercare? Ten minutes. I need you out by one so I can get ready for the meeting.”

He hummed, gently pushing her into the overstuffed leather loveseat she kept in the corner (supposedly for reading but really for cuddling) and reaching to her top cabinet to get the blanket and one of the bottled waters they kept in her office. He draped the blanket around her, sitting down and pulling her against him and uncapping the water for her, which she drank a few sips of. The toy was still brushing against her oversensitive walls, making her squirm, but her heartbeat was still slowing down from its rapid pace.

They sat in a comfortable silence as she came down, the warmth of his body against hers pleasant and reassuring, and she let out a soft whine of complaint when he moved out from under her, holding out a hand to help her up. “Have fun in your meetings sweetheart.”

She felt her core clench as she took a step forward to hug him and kiss his cheek, his stubble a pleasant scratch against her lips. “I will try not to get too distracted.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Remember, a picture after each, and I want you to take your knickers off to take them so that I can see it inside of you.”

“Okay, as long as you send me pictures of your reactions.”

He laughed. “I don’t recall that being part of the deal, love.”

“Please?” she asked softly, giving him her best wide-eyed stare, and he gave her a dimpled grin.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

He walked out of her office and she took a few deep, calming breaths before walking back to her desk, trying to look natural, picking up her phone when it rang. “Anna?”

“Your 1:15 is here,” Anna chirped.

“Thanks, Anna. I’ll be right there,” Caroline said, trying not to moan as she stood up from her seat.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

#klaroline #klaroline smut #klaroline drabbles #klaroline drabble #klaroline fanfiction #mydrabbles #my fanfiction #otp: annoyingly perfect #itsnotacrimetoloveyou

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audreysl0ve · 8 years ago

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DOQ Day 5 - Teach Me

Thanks as always to the wonderful @repellomuggletum15 for betaing. This is just a little fluff. Mal spending the night at the mansion for the first time when Peanut is over, trying to get a grasp of what parenting is like from two seasoned veterans.

Set in the Unlaced verse (you can find that here)

He wakes first. He's not surprised; Regina has spent most of the week up at all hours, and Mal, well, she sleeps like the dead.

Regina's beside him, her profile turned toward him, hair spread out across the pillow behind her like a scarf caught in a wind.

Mal’s spooned beside her, the delicate wispy ends of Regina's hair touch her face. It must tickle a bit, she crinkles her nose on every third breath in, occasionally sniffling, but not yet waking.

Mal has one elegant arm wrapped around Regina's waist, palm resting flat on her stomach while Regina has a hand on Robin’s chest. Regina likes this, he knows. Touching both of them while she slumbers. Whenever they sleep together (actually sleep) she is always strategically trying to fight her way into the middle. Robin finds it quite sweet, especially coming from the woman who emphatically told him she was not a cuddly sleeper.

For a second the memories of her holding him, pressing into him, grasping at him awake in his mind, and his heart swells with emotion like a helium balloon. She's worlds different than she had been when they first met, walls up, guarded, always hedging every action with an equal, opposite one. But now she's here, all of her. All in. For the both of them.

It's adorable, watching them sleep, and yet also incredibly erotic — curled into each other, slotted into perfect place as if they were made for one another. They are completely nude, he's made well and sure they were well seen to last night, so much so that they had collapsed without so much as picking up the strewn clothes on the floor or washing up for bed.

It's times like these he's a bit envious of the female refractory period, for when the two of them come together they reach peaks over and over again without ever having to hold back, without ever having to slow down and wait for others.

Mal had been hot last night, all sensitive and eager and begging for their touch, and they had both indulged in whatever had her lighting up so quickly and eagerly.

His mind wanders back to how hard she’d come on his tongue. He had been sure that she'd need a moment, as she usually did, but she had only held his head against her tighter, riding the whole orgasm out while writhing and moaning and begging him not to stop, each word moaned against’s Regina’s mouth as she kissed and kissed her. He’d worked his tongue until it ached, planting firm, quick licks where she needed him most, until she had shouted and come again for him, every delicious sound making his cock throb. She had been spent after that, naked and sweat-sheened and boneless and absolutely breathtaking.

He had Regina then, and there had been the slightest bit of pressure to make them both enjoy this experience in equal amounts, but female biology does not work that way, he’s realized. Some days reaching that peak is more difficult, sometimes the thought of more than one orgasm is impossible.

It’s dependent on so many factors, so many things he cannot control. And yet, he’d tried anyway. Regina had begged him to fuck her hard, and fuck, he was aching for a release already, but he held back as best he could, withdrawing and replacing his cock with his fingers when the feeling became too overwhelming. She did come, had come earlier on Mal’s mouth, and came again with Robin. It was work, it was hard, but he’d be damned if he would make Mal come three times and Regina not even once.

Before he can get too caught up in memories, before he can even entertain the thought of waking them up for a second round, he hears the contraption by Regina’s nightstand cry out.

Ellie’s awake.

Regina has spent every morning and late night with her for the past few weeks, and he promised himself he’d give her a break this morning, let her enjoy the comfortable coziness of Mal’s embrace while he cared for their infant. So he rushes out the bedroom door to the nursery, reciting the steps to using that infernal bottle warmer as he goes.

.::.

The second the child stirs, so does Regina. And that startles Mal awake. She hears Robin’s footsteps leaving the bedroom, and good for him. Good man. She prevents Regina from getting up, holding her tighter to her, close to the bed.

“He’s got her, R’gina” she says sleepily. “S’ok. Rest up little one.”

Regina falls back onto the feather pillow and goes limp into her arms. “Hope he remembers about the bottle warmer. He doesn’t like to use it… but the baby likes the milk nice and warm…”

“Does she?” Mal asks. It's the first time since they started doing... this that she's spent the night when Ellie has been there. There's something so intimate about it, even though Robin and Regina aren't touching or talking. She suddenly feels like she doesn't quite fit. She doesn't know about this, about babies and what type of milk they like, or how much milk they need. She doesn't know anything, because Snow White robbed her of the opportunity to learn a damned thing.

She squeezes her eyes shut and clings to Regina tighter.

“I shouldn't worry. He's a natural father,” Regina murmurs before sleep takes her over. The words sting, claw at Mal’s heart. But Regina couldn’t know. She knows better than to mention anything about the time she’s lost with Henry - whether it is that missing year or the time he now spends with Emma and the pirate. She doesn’t understand, however, that Mal is sensitive about her abilities as a mother.

But Regina is sleepy and cuddling closer to her, and well, she forces the pain away, and tries to dream alongside her.

In an hour, Regina awakes in her arms. She’s well rested, nearly giddy with sleep. “I love mornings like this,” she rasps.

“Mm,” Mal says, waking with her arms still around her. “I could get used to this. Shower?”

Regina shakes her head. “You go on ahead. I just want to check on Robin and the baby.”

The feeling of exclusion she had in the early morning creeps back, and Maleficent turns her back to her and heads to the shower.

She spends time under scalding hot water, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She cries freely, and the tears are cathartic, wash away the tightness in her chest.

When she dresses to join her two lovers, she's far more at ease. And then she sees them, bent over their child (Regina won't call herself Ellie’s mother yet, but she belongs to her, and everyone can see it). They coo and whisper words of love that she cannot hear or share, and it breaks her just a bit.

Regina looks up, must hear Mal as she picks up the pot of coffee.

“Hey,” Regina calls out softly as she makes her way to the kitchen.

Mal smiles back at her. “Hello there.”

“What's wrong?”

It's unusual that Regina need ask, she's normally so open, more than willing to tell her how she feels. But there's a shyness now that has her avoiding the two of them.

“I just... I never had this,” she points towards Robin, who has Ellie slung over his shoulder while he pats and rubs at her back in some odd pattern he must have learned by caring for Roland.

“I know, and I'm so sorry it was taken from you, that you missed this with Lily.” Regina's eyes go into this gentle expression, soft and soothing as a meadow breeze. It's as hypnotizing as beautiful. She always gets lost in those eyes.

“It's not just Lily…” Mal starts, “I just wish I knew how to help care for her the way you do. You two are her parents—”

“Nooo,” Regina drawls carefully, “Robin is her father, I’m—”

“Oh Regina, come on,” Mal sighs, “it's as clear as day. You are her mother. And I'm not that, and worse, I can't even... I'm not even able to help you two with her. It makes me feel…” She closes her eyes for a moment, to gather her thoughts. “I don't need to be her parent, like you two. I just wish there was some way I could contribute, so I could feel less... on the periphery, when you are with family like this.”

“Oh,” Regina says. “How can we help?”

Mal frowns. “There's nothing to help with, I'm not a part of your family in that way anyway.”

“Yes, you are,” Regina insists, “you are her family. Same as me. And we will do a better job making sure you know it. If there's anything we can do...”

Her words sound so sincere, and while it's not exactly true, it seems Regina wants her involved.

“Will you…. will you um, teach me how to care for her?”

She's never had to ask her little pupil to teach her anything, and it's such an odd role reversal. She hates the sparkle of amusement in Regina's eye.

“I’m sure it's easy enough,” Mal adds flippantly. “Just, how to work that bottle water and how to make the milk, when to feed her and give her time to rest—”

Regina cuts her off with a kiss and grabs her hand, leading her to where Robin sits with the baby.

“Everything alright?” Robin asks as he cradles Ellie in his arms.

“Yes,” Regina says, as she lets the baby grab tightly to her finger, “I think Mal would like to hold Ellie.”

Robin looks up at Mal and smiles. “Yeah? It's about time you asked. Here you are.”

He hands the baby to her. It's awkward, she'd studied how they hold her carefully, but she's not quite sure she has it.

“Good,” Regina says next to her, adjusting her hands just slightly. “Her neck is still a bit weak, so we have to support her head, like you’re already doing.”

The child stirs, and Mal is sure she is about to cry. But then she raises a hand to her lips and sucks at her thumb. Instinctively, Mal begins to move, little bouncy movements that the babe seems to enjoy. Her eyes shut, as slants of sunlight settle down on her face, with her puffy little cheeks and the balled fist against her lips, she looks angelic and peaceful.

“I want to, to learn how to—”

“We will teach you. Together.” Regina promises. “But right now you are soothing Ellie to sleep, and that is something that cannot be taught. It's innate. Instinctual.”

Mal’s eyes water. She'd always wondered how she would be as a mother, how she would learn, how she'd manage. And hearing Regina say that... it's everything.

“It's true. You're a natural,” Robin whispers. He presses a kiss to her brow and rubs soothing patterns against her back.

Her heart soars, thinking of how she finally has the opportunity to use the mothering instincts she's felt coursing through her veins for centuries. And it's fitting that it's Robin and Regina, these beautiful lovers she cares for more than she's ready to admit, that have given this to her.

#doq family #doqweek #doq ff

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themurphyzone · 8 years ago

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Spend the Day with Someone You Love Ch 2

I was thinking about Murphy’s Law all day. Especially while taking tests. Listening to Give Up from PnF is not a motivator.

Chapter 2- A Robot By Any Other Name is Just as Mechanical

This was not Balthazar’s day. First he ran out of jasmine tea packets, then his grappling hook malfunctioned and he had to hypnotize a group of businessmen into forgetting what they had seen, and now headquarters tasked them with test driving a robotic pistachio stand. Their theory was that robots would be more efficient at pistachio protecting than people, and Balthazar was stuck with the result.

The robot’s paint job left much to be desired, an incredibly dull shade of green and brown coating its torso, with a few traces of rust on its circular legs. Thick arm cannons shaped like pistachio shells were ill-fitted onto its shoulders. Worst of all, there was a wooden, broken-down pistachio stand and sign with the unoriginal slogan “Tasty Pistachios!” bolted to the top of its head. Red eyes poked out from underneath the wood.

If headquarters wanted him to test out a robot, couldn’t they have at least created something a little more threatening?

Balthazar glanced at Vinnie, who was chatting with the robot. “And that’s how we blew that popsicle stand. A literal one, I’m not talking metaphorically.”

Coughing to get their attention, Balthazar said, “While you’ve been recounting certain incidents I would rather forget, I have an idea that would serve as training for the robot and allow us to grab the shipment of pistachios that would serve as a grand prize for a contest at the mall later today.”

Vinnie leaned back on the robot’s leg. “Her name is Arohbeohte. Don’t just call her ‘the robot’.”

Balthazar raised an eyebrow at that. “Her?”

“She told me she was a girl. You have to be more sensitive to her feelings. Isn’t that right, Arohbeohte?” Vinnie fist-bumped the ro-Arohbeohte.

“Vinnie Santiago Dakota, you are the only person I know who can come up with such a ridiculous name,” Balthazar sighed. Arohbeohte tilted her head, and the letter ‘P’ fell on the road, a truck quickly swerving to avoid it. He was not just dealing with an overgrown mechanical pistachio stand. He was dealing with a female overgrown mechanical pistachio stand. “Very well. I concede. She will come with us to the mall, scare off every shopper there, and we will take off with the pistachios without any further conflict. However, she will be referred to as her identification number of H54T9U.”

Vinnie gave him an odd look. “If I learned anything from pulling all-nighters watching robot movies, it’s that robots tend to go berserk and destroy stuff when they’re not treated like people.”

Balthazar opened his mouth for a scathing retort, but realized he had no argument for that particular point. “You win,” he grumbled reluctantly.

“Wait, what? Really? Did you hear that Arohbeohte?” Vinnie slapped his hands on her massive knees in celebration. “I beat Balthazar in something that wasn’t actually eating related!” Arohbeohte creaked mechanically, her version of a laugh.

Folding his arms, Balthazar tried not to act like his pride had been blown to smithereens. “Rub it in, sure,” he mumbled. “H54-” Vinnie gave him a warning stare. “-I mean, Arohbeohte, your training begins now.”

Arohbeohte’s eyes lit up, throwing her arm cannons into the air. The letters ‘A’, ‘C’, and ‘H’ tumbled from the sign, creating three more cracks in the pavement. “Your first task is to clean this mess up,” Balthazar rubbed his temple. Happy place, imagine a happy place, he thought. Arohbeohte picked up the the broken ‘H’, contemplating what to do with it. Then a compartment on her chest opened and a flamethrower shot out, the ‘H’ crumbling to ashes.

“I was going to say pick the letters up and put them in the dumpster at the end of the street, but I suppose blasting them into oblivion works too,” Balthazar said, pulling two rolls of duct tape out of his hat. He tossed one to Vinnie. “Start patching up the cracks,” he ordered.

“You keep duct tape in your hat?” Vinnie asked. “Doesn’t your old-timey British getup have pockets?”

Balthazar kneeled, ignoring Vinnie’s tangent. “The cracks, Dakota,” he said, applying the duct tape to the pavement. Vinnie obeyed. It took a while to find the perfect angle to place the duct tape without leaving any wrinkles. Vinnie haphazardly covered the cracks, a gray mass of adhesive swallowing the damaged surface. By the time Balthazar finished, Vinnie was halfway through a bag of tortilla chips. Slowly, the pavement absorbed the duct tape, smoothing over again, looking as if no giant letters had ever fallen off giant robots. It was a shame that duct tape in this time period was still very primitive by the future’s standards.

“That should do it,” Balthazar said. “Now for your second task-wait, where did you go?”

“Over there!” Vinnie pointed to Arohbeohte, who was slowly marching to one of the houses on the other side of the street, leaving more holes on the road and grass on her trek than Balthazar and Vinnie patched up. She stopped in front of a house with a damaged hedge. She studied it curiously, then kicked a wall in.

“Holy mackerel! I order you to cease your behavior at once, Arohbeohte!” Balthazar shouted. The wind had blown his hat off, but he hadn’t noticed. Arohbeohte kicked a second time, and a kitchen counter splintered and broke, a plastic bag laying in the ruins of the brick wall.

Vinnie panted, hands on his knees. “I need...to lay off... the cheesecake,” he wheezed.

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “You say that every time.”

“No, last time...we were running...I said...I shouldn’t have eaten those...waxed lips,” Vinnie collapsed on his back.

Perhaps there is something to those videos of young people dumping ice water on their peers, Balthazar thought as he returned his attention to Arohbeohte, who was now destroying part of the ceiling. “Arohbe-” he was interrupted when he heard a dog barking.

A small, tan dog shot out of the living room, barking incessantly. Arohbeohte paused in her destruction, scrutinizing the dog closely. They stared each other down, the dog growling. Arohbeohte’s sensors processed the newcomer, sending blue sparks across her limbs. Then Arohbeohte turned tail and fled down the street, the dog taking off after her in hot pursuit.

Balthazar picked up the bag, just in case it was pistachios that needed saving. “Vinnie! We need to catch her and get rid of that dog!” With a few shakes, Vinnie was back on his feet, though still tired.

“Okay, okay, calm down! Whoa, what happened here?” Vinnie blinked in surprise, staring at the giant hole.

“I’ll explain on the way! Come on, before someone sees Arohbeohte and sends government agents after her!” Balthazar pulled Vinnie along, the bag swinging on his left arm. They followed the giant imprints, hoping that Arohbeohte didn’t wander onto a main road.

“I didn’t know you cared about her!” Vinnie shouted.

“Pre- preposterous! We just can’t let anything happen to her otherwise headquarters would have our heads on a silver platter!” Balthazar sputtered.

Vinnie raised an eyebrow, but let the subject slide. “Where’d you get the chocolate?”

Balthazar stopped in his tracks. “Chocolate?” Sure enough, three heart shaped containers of gourmet chocolate lay in the bag. “I thought these were pistachios!” he complained.

“Well, don’t mind if I do,” Vinnie reached for a container, only to have his hand slapped away.

“You can have them later!” Balthazar snapped. “We’re wasting enough time! Now activate the teleporter so we can reach Arohbeohte’s location faster!”

Vinnie fumbled with the flip phone-like device for a moment and punched in Arohbeohte’s location. A green beam shot out from a small hole on the base, light dematerializing their physical forms and reassembling them near Arohbeohte.

“Ugh, I hate teleporting,” Vinnie brushed off a small fire on the sleeve of his tracksuit.

Balthazar watched as Arohbeohte hid behind a tree in an attempt to get the dog to leave. Of course, hiding behind trees when one is a giant robot is entirely ineffective. The dog sniffed around, following a scent trail until the dog’s snout hit the base of Arohbeohte’s foot. She bent down, arm cannon out...

“No!” Balthazar and Vinnie shouted, running towards the arm cannon to knock it off course. That poor dog would be nothing but an outline and pile of ashes if the cannon fired at such close proximity!

Vinnie was slightly ahead of Balthazar, when he suddenly stopped and flung an arm out. Balthazar slammed into the arm, coughing and clutching his chest, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. “Dakota-” Balthazar was about to vent, but noticed where Vinnie was pointing.

Instead of an outline, pile of ashes, and smoking cannon attached to a giant robot, there was a giant robot hesitantly patting a dog on the head. The dog barked, tail wagging, and rolled over. Arohbeohte looked confused, so Vinnie spoke up. “Rub his belly, dogs like that sorta thing,” he suggested, gently patting her metallic knee.

Arohbeohte hesitated, then retracted the cannon, a giant set of robotic fingers replacing it. She poked the dog on his belly, his tongue lolling out in delight.

Vinnie reached over, slipping the dog’s collar off. “So your name is Diogee, huh?” he grinned, petting the dog’s belly.

“Don’t get attached,” Balthazar warned. “That dog knows too much.”

“What? Come on, he’s a dog! Who’s he gonna blab to?” Vinnie protested. “We should really give him back to his owners.”

Oh no. Vinnie, Diogee, and Arohbeohte were giving him the puppy dog eyes. Well, Arohbeohte’s robotic equivalent of the puppy dog eyes consisted of shortening and lengthening her optic nerves like a telescope. “Fine. The mutt can go home.”

Diogee perked up at that sentence, almost scampering off before Vinnie called him back so he could reattach the collar to his neck. “Don’t want animal control to get you,” Vinnie gave Diogee a strip of beef jerky and sent him on his way.

“I’ll miss him,” Vinnie said as Diogee disappeared around a corner.

“I won’t. Now, I will kindly remind you that we have an important mission at the mall,” Balthazar grumbled. “Here.” He shoved the chocolate at Vinnie, approaching Arohbeohte.

Arohbeohte shrank at Balthazar’s intense gaze. “Young lady. We need to talk.”

First time writing the pistachio protectors! I think it went well! We’ll get back to Milo and Sara in the next chapter.

How to pronounce Arohbeohte: spell “robot”.

#milo murphy's law #pistachio #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #robots #diogee #spend the day with someone you love #arohbeohte is the weirdest name I've ever made up

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Cat Litter

A short story by Brian Bourner

There were seventeen cats living in Larry’s basement. All the same, all jet black.

A couple of black cats entered his flat when he left the front door open during one of his drink and drug fuelled stupors. It used to happen a lot that Larry resorted to the bottle after a bad day at work, or after he’d scored and couldn’t wait to shoot up before falling asleep on his battered sofa.

Nature took its course, the result being fifteen additional kittens sharing his basement before Larry felt any need to visit that dingy hole again. The offspring had followed suit with their own litters. It was a cold, windowless, concrete basement with a battered pine door. It contained a dripping tap, old washing machine, and ancient chest freezer. Crammed in alongside were obsolescent typewriters, cameras, microwaves and so on that Larry was sure would come in handy one day but in fact never did.

What those cats fed on is uncertain, although Larry’s chest freezer was stocked and a small corner had rusted right through, allowing a frozen feast for mice and cockroaches. So mice and cockroaches were probably the main element of the cats’ diet. Of course, at the end of the day Larry never did visit the basement again, so if he hadn’t been found when he was then it’s likely that when the freezer contents ran out the resourceful cats would have found some way into the other rooms and Larry himself would have likely been next on their menu.

The inspector from the ASPCA danced around like a cat on a hot tin roof expressing his disgust at the state of the basement, the squalid conditions in which the cats were living. The health inspector and the police inspector held their noses, finding the stench less than appealing. The ASPCA Inspector was the only one pleased to discover that the cats had survived their feral lifestyle in quite such a healthy condition.

As the inspectors assessed the situation several of the cats immediately rushed past them through the open door, no doubt intending to seek more salubrious accommodation elsewhere.

It was Liz, a quiet-living, reserved, mousy-looking next door neighbour who found Larry’s corpse. Liz, who reviewed books for The Organ, had lived next door to Larry for many years. Larry wrote for another newspaper, The Grinder. He had entrusted Liz with his spare key. When he rolled home drunk or stoned, smelling sour and sweaty, having been mugged again, or lost his belongings, he’d often ask for her assistance. Liz took it all in, observing a news journalist’s typical lifestyle, his normal modus operandi.

On occasions Liz had encountered Larry in one of his phases of verbose inebriation and had found it hard to get away. Larry would dwell on his previous life. The time when he’d met his future wife and was attempting to make his mark as a writer in France. At such times Larry tended to lose the place entirely and could ramble drunkenly on for hours in his bespoke version of Franglais.

The day she found him dead was the day after she’d heard him stagger home the previous night. She’d actually plucked up the courage and rung his bell to ask him if he could translate a passage she was struggling with. It was a piece of text from a review copy of a new book she’d received. The extract was in French and she couldn’t fully understand it. When there was no answer she’d let herself in.

Finding him dead, Liz considered drafting a short piece about him for her paper. But she soon decided the story would be too commonplace to merit coverage - apart from maybe the slightly unusual seventeen cats in the basement. But then again, this was New York City. Cats and dogs often roamed wild. The dogs kept the cats hiding fearfully indoors and the cats were necessary to keep down the ever expanding populations of rats and cockroaches. So what, she concluded. So maybe he had a few more cats than most people. It was never going to make the front page.

She mentally reviewed what she knew of Larry’s past life and his career as a newsman and quickly decided it was all fairly humdrum, nondescript. She cast aside the whole notion of writing about Larry, emptied her mind of him, and went off to catch the crosstown bus to her aerobics class that morning as usual.

On the bus she idly wondered if she should learn to drive. But why bother? Living in the Lower East Side who needed to drive?

But while she rode the bus old memories of Larry kept popping up in Liz’s head. She recollected the time it had been raining cats and dogs and he’d virtually collapsed outside her door, soaked, dishevelled, and the smell of bourbon overpowering. He was shouting once again, in that slurred way perennial drunks manage to perfect, about how he really hated his boss.

“Surely you must remember,” he’d yelled. “It was the time Leslie called me a leech! The same Leslie who had tagged along after me, who trod in my footsteps all those years ago. Back then he had nothing. I even provided him with help to rent a flat. Oui, mais oui, Il m’appelle un sangsue, un sangsue! Moi! Et lui j’ai donné mon dernier sous! Sacré bleu. Merde! Rappellez-vous?.... Qui?.... Leslie, bien sûr. C’est tout merde, n’est-ce pas? Steel – très bon, oui, très très bon n’est-ce pas? – Mon Dieu, un vrai voleur. Merde!” 1

The story of how Leslie, his one-time acolyte, friend, then colleague, and now his boss, had refused to give him a loan after he’d been mugged and robbed, probably knowing he’d blow it on booze, was the stuff of legend. It was a tale that routinely resurfaced whenever Larry was wasted. But Larry really let the cat out of the bag that night.

“Quel homme est-ce, Leslie Steel? Prendre mon argent et puis voler ma femme, ma Madeleine? Oui, Leslie et ma femme! Après il obtenit de l’avancement, avoir volé ma meilleure histoire. Quel bâtard. Mon patron? Incroyable! Toujours la même histoire.” 2

Liz had grasped enough to understand that it wasn’t just that he hated the way his boss treated him. He hated Leslie because he had exploited him, stealing his best story in order to achieve promotion. And that promotion resulted in him being better-off than Larry; so much more affluent that his wife left Larry for Leslie Steel.

Liz could see that ending up with a boss who was the very man you’d helped, but who had trodden on your toes to achieve promotion, and then stole your girl into the bargain, would be enough to break almost any man.

Poor old Larry, she remembered that before Leslie had come on the scene he’d been ambitious. She recalled he’d always wanted to be king of the heap when he was younger. But he’d given up on life in disgust when he realized it was never going to happen. When he’d discovered that the people he’d regarded as colleagues, - people like Leslie Steel, the celebrities’ columnist, the man he’d happily loaned money to in the past, - had no qualms about stepping on their workmates’ fingers in their efforts to climb the greasy pole. Such desperados would always be two steps ahead of him. He just didn’t have the drive, the amoral attitude required. Larry had even foolishly believed that quality would always be the ultimate measure, that good quality reporting would always gain recognition and win through. He just didn’t understand that he would have to match his colleagues for bombast, aggression, pugnaciousness, even sycophancy, obsequiousness, and low cunning. In fact if he was to be competitive and succeed in rising to the top he needed to be armed with all the Machiavellian skills they themselves exploited so ceaselessly .

Losing his wife to such a man, a man who demeaned him even further by calling him a leech when he turned to him in desperate need of some cash, had been the last straw. So Larry had turned to the bottle, then the pills and the needle, instead of to his career.

Liz idly wondered if Larry would have been better off spending his early years in Germany rather than France. The Germans would have knocked all that French culture -delicate sensitivity, abstract moral codes, ethics, faith in liberté, egalité, and fraternité, - they would have knocked all that right out of his system, and filled him up instead with the triumph of the will, or at least a focus on hard work and willpower.

Thinking of those foreign shores brought an acquaintance, Catherine, to mind. Catherine was a senior hack with The Three Wise Monkeys, a newspaper focused entirely on all the evil in the world. Liz generally avoided her but she had managed to button-hole Liz one day and subject her to a stream of consciousness about Europe. She had been in Berlin last summer and apparently wanted everyone to know it. She insisted it wasn’t all Wagner and Nietzsche at all. In fact it was lots shopping, ice-cream, green beer, sweet-smelling flowers in the Tiergarten, gay pride marches, bohemian types dressing up as guards at Checkpoint Charlie, nightclubs and rock festivals. And there were newspapers like Neue Rheinische Zeitung, papers that dealt in facts and called a spade a spade. And then, of course, there was just the opposite, Der Bild spilling out ludicrous nonsense that no real journalist ever wrote and no semi-literate person ever believed.

After she’d escaped to her little official desk in a cupboard-like room with no windows Liz concluded, on reflection, that maybe Germany wouldn’t have worked for Larry any better than France.

On her way home from her class Liz resolved to do something about the direction of her life. There was no way she was going to go down Larry’s road. She wouldn’t end up like him, bullied into a dead-end job, a permanent outsider, seen, if seen at all, as marginal to her employing organisation, resorting to a view of the world seen through the bottom of a glass. She was going to fight all the way. She wasn’t going to be the little woman crushed by that glass ceiling held up by pillars of organisational testosterone. She was going to be the cat’s whiskers. She’d shout loudly about massive public readership for her book reviews and demand promotion to a position reporting on politics or financial affairs. She’d learn to match The Organ’s crawlers and climbers in every way until she reached the top.

So Liz bit the bullet and asked Catherine for a meeting.

“What do I need to do to succeed, Cat?” Liz blurted out as soon as Catherine bustled into the busy little vegetarian restaurant on Canal Street, where the smell of fresh mint almost but not quite overcame the reek of traffic fumes and the stench of rotting vegetation from garbage containers in a side alley.

Catherine, a bottle blonde, brassy, busty lady, in high heels and multi-layered make-up, wasn’t one to stint where her advice had been requested.

“Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat,” she began. “A successful female journalist does some or all of six things”, she insisted as she downed her fourth glass of red in almost as many minutes. Speaking in that fast, clipped New York way that let you know her time was important, that she was important, that she was a typical successful business woman, she rattled them off –

“1. Learns to drive – then preferably shuttles around in some big ostentatious phallic substitute.

2. Walks each day like she’s on the catwalk – uses her good looks and all the other natural gifts God has given her to her own particular advantage.”

“I’m not so sure….” Liz tried to protest, but having started Catherine raced on remorselessly.

“It’s not enough that a cat can look at a queen Liz, you’ve got to become that queen….so,

3. She demands a raise each and every time one of her pieces comes off the spike and on to the page, and ignores any catty remarks this provokes from others.

4. Creates mountains of copy – so attack the keyboard like you’re a woman with twelve fingers Liz– any kind of blurb and bullshit. Who knows what’s going to appeal to the editor, never mind Joe Public? No-one knows anything anymore. One day you might hit the zeitgeist and be lauded as the new Nellie Bly or Oprah Winfrey. As they say, let a monkey loose on a keyboard for long enough and sooner or later it’ll produce a few lines of Shakespeare. Just keep churning it out and eventually it has to incorporate a little gold dust.

5. She denigrates and belittles the work of everyone on equal or inferior grades, making a real cat fight of it if she has to, while hypocritically offering endless praise for the work of her superiors. Never forget, Liz, an ounce of pull by a flattered superior is worth a pound of justifiable demand push.”

Catherine paused to catch her breath.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Liz muttered, before remembering: “That’s five,” she said. “They’re all demanding enough, but could they really be me, Cat? And did you mentioned a sixth?”

That really seemed to set the cat among the pigeons

“My God Liz, you surely know what number 6 is? It’s make sure you’re able to hold your liquor, - and coke or E’s or whatever else they’re on nowadays – and smoke what they smoke, or don’t smoke if that’s their thing. And eat what they eat. And talk like they talk, as much as possible - like going forward we’re all on a journey and it might be like herding cats, but once we’ve got all our ducks in a row – talk like them, be like them, become one of them. You don’t get to the top unless you can demonstrate a huge capacity, for anything really, - as well, of course, as being able to demonstrate the modicum of ability needed for the odd occasion on which writing may actually be required.”

“Oh, oh dear,” said Liz. “It all sounds so much tougher than I imagined. I’d have to completely change. I’d have to be a totally different person.”

But when she got home Liz thought hard about Cat’s advice. It did seem paradoxical that increased material success would be dependent on what she perceived as increased decadence. But Cat had much more experience in these things than she did. And Liz really didn’t want to always be the terrified mouse constantly played with by the company big cats.

Over the following months Liz changed her attitudes, wardrobe, and business habits. The transformation gradually brought results in terms of recognition and salary. She was initially exultant. She revelled in her new assertiveness and soon even succeeded in getting herself a big office and then promotion and a higher level post and an even bigger salary.

She bought designer clothes and a flashy new hairstyle. She walked the walk and talked the talk. For the first year or two she felt like Cinderella had been allowed to go to the ball, beaming like the cat that got the cream. She made sure she kept her ear to the ground and was in close touch with senior management’s habits and mores. As she came to lord it over more and more staff it reached the point where she seldom bothered to go home unless it was absolutely necessary in order to avoid publicly displaying the physical and mental effects the new lifestyle was having on her. The new Porsche status symbol remained almost permanently in the company’s multi-storey.

It took a number of years before it registered with Liz that she wasn’t really any happier than she had been before her rise without trace. In fact she didn’t much like herself anymore, and recognised her health was deteriorating dangerously. And not just from ingesting large quantities of alcohol. Even her feet were in pain from the high heeled Jimmy Choos and Louboutins she now wore constantly. On the street, envious stares at the red soles provided little compensation. The colleagues with whom she’d previously been on nodding acquaintance, exchanging smiles and brief greetings, were the same people organisational culture now required her to treat as inferiors. They abruptly turned their heads away on the odd occasion Liz encountered them outside the workplace.

It was then that Catherine found herself visiting the offices of The Organ. Newspaper sales were plummeting all over the world and she was there with some colleagues for discussions with The Organ’s executives about the possible merger of The Organ with The Three Wise Monkeys.

Taking a comfort break from the meeting Cat almost had kittens on finding Liz folded over on the floor of The Organ’s toilets, stinking of booze and with lines of white powder laid out on the nearby toilet seat. Beside her on the floor was a pack of five cigars with only two left, and a third clenched in her fist. Scattered over the floor were the contents of a huge brown folder that had contained sheaves of material she’d written. On a quick examination Cat surmised that no-one had ever bothered to read the stuff, or had at best glanced over it and thrown it back. One sheet was headed ‘Cat’s Cradle’ and ranted vehemently against the advice proffered by certain type that lead people to end up enmeshed in a terrible tangle of a life they couldn’t see how to escape from. Cat scrunched up that page and flushed it down the toilet.

Liz was dead, of course.

Later that night, two police officers who were following up the death, and had been ordered to search for drugs, broke into Liz’s flat. They were startled to find themselves confronted by hundreds of gleaming amber eyes that stared straight back at them. Rather than their guns, their fingers automatically reached for their noses as the stench registered.

Turning the lights on, the black female cop winced at the state the house was in. “Reminds me of too many other crack dens I done seen in this city. Housebreakers opening them up and crack addicts taking up residence. Man, those crack-head cats sure done a job on this place.”

The white male officer had to correct her. “Well no, Nadine, sure was only some lady journalist lived here.”

“Then I guess that lady was a little untidy, Gene,” came the reply.

The flat was an utterly chaotic mess. The bathroom was covered in vomit, which added its own foul notes to the overwhelming stench of cats. Dust and grime covered all the surfaces. The bedroom, kitchen, and basement had long since been overrun by innumerable cats; a confident feral race of unfriendly big black felines. The cops watched in disgust as cats crawled over stacked-up piles of The Organ and The Grinder, and The Three Wise Monkeys, ripping the paper with their claws, colonising them all for use as cat litter.

“You know I’m in for my sergeant’s badge Nadine? Might be an idea if you let me write this one up myself, ok? Hey, and thanks for the loan. That lieutenant of ours is on the promotion board and he’s sure a thirsty guy. Buying his drinks and cigars every night in The Shamrock is way too much for a basic beat cop’s salary. It’s sure to pay off though.”

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1“Yes, oh yes, he called me a leech, a leech! Me! And I gave him my last penny! Heavens above. Shite! Do you remember?... Who?....Leslie, for sure. It’s all shite, isn’t it? Steel – very good, yes, very very good isn’t it? – My God, a real thief. Shite!”

2 What kind of man is this Leslie Steel? Takes my money and then to steal my wife, my Madeleine? Yes, Leslie and my wife. After he was promoted, having stolen my best story. What a bastard. My boss? Incredible! Always the same old story.”

“You only get to the top by treading over someone else, not by becoming their best friend or sharing. Organisations work as pyramids of power.”

– Janet Street-Porter, “i” Newspaper, 22 July 2017

“Cats possess so many of the same qualities as some people that it is often hard to tell the people and the cats apart.”

- P.J. O’Rourke (in “Parliament of Whores”)

#short story #cats #Reekie Revelator #materialism #new york city #edinburgh #scotland #newspapers

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