#honestly a delight to write! loved EVERY moment!

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (8)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter Warnings: tensionnnn, seokjin (you'll see why)

A/N: literally fell in love with this jugnkook as i was writing this chapter. something abt him makes my heart flutter like why don't i have a man like this. AHHHH is the chemistry chemistrying for you guys? let me know your thoughts hehehehe.

part 8: when the camellia revs

The fairgrounds buzz with life as preparations continue, but you manage to steal a quiet moment under the shade of an old oak tree. The wooden bench you share with Sunjae feels like a small oasis amidst the hustle. Around you, the rhythmic sounds of hammering, laughter, and the shuffle of footsteps continue. Yet here, with Sunjae beside you, it feels as though time slows down.

A mischievous glint sparks in your eyes as you nudge him lightly. “So…” you begin, dragging the word out, savoring the way his ears turn pink before you’ve even finished the sentence. “How’s the boyfriend?” you giggle.

Sunjae tries to mask his shyness, but it’s a futile effort. He rubs the back of his neck, his smile growing wider by the second. “Yeonjun’s great." he admits, his voice soft but brimming with affection.

“We moved in together recently, and honestly? It’s been... perfect. He’s been crazy busy with work, but he still does these little things, you know? Leaves notes in my lunchbox, surprises me with flowers. The other day, he even cooked me dinner because I was too tired. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” he says, unable to hide his smile.

Your heart warms at his words. Seeing Sunjae so smitten makes your chest swell with pride and happiness for your best friend. “Oh, please.” you scoff, grinning. “You deserve every ounce of that happiness and so much more. If anyone’s lucky, it’s Yeonjun for having you.” you admit.

Sunjae chuckles, the light in his eyes undeniable. “You always know what to say to make me feel like I’m not completely fumbling through life.” As he speaks, he paints vivid pictures of their life together... how they met at a seminar, how Yeonjun’s attempts at karaoke had sealed the deal, and their shared dream of opening a quaint café someday. You can’t help but smile at his happiness, the way his words pour out like a gentle stream.

“You look well.” you say once he finishes, your voice soft but sincere. “I'm so happy for you, Jae.” you comment and he smiles at the nickname. It feels like he hasn't heard that in ages.

He beams at you, his grin infectious. “I could say the same for you, Y/n. You look… peaceful. I'm guessing your business is doing well, huh?” Before you can reply, an enthusiastic voice interrupts.

“Sunjae? No way!”

You glance up to see Taehyung striding towards you, his wide grin lighting up his face. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Juwon follow close behind, all breaking into delighted smiles at the sight of your old friend.

“Still stealing Y/n’s time, huh?” Taehyung teases, pulling Sunjae into a warm hug. “Some things never change.” Sunjae shrugs as he pulls away, looking towards the others.

The bench becomes a hub of lively chatter as introductions, laughter, and playful jabs fly around. Though Sunjae had grown closer to you over the years, his bond with your group remained intact, and their warmth feels as natural as breathing.

//

The next day dawns with a golden hue spilling across the horizon, but the calm of the morning doesn’t last long. As the sun rises higher, the town square transforms into a hive of activity, buzzing with a sense of urgency. The fair is just a day away, and it seems like everyone is working double-time to ensure everything is perfect.

Vendors rush to set up their stalls, the sound of hammers striking nails mingling with the rustle of fabric as colorful banners and canopies are hoisted into place. Children dart around, their laughter piercing through the air as they weave between workers. Volunteers carry boxes of supplies, their voices blending into a symphony of instructions, encouragement, and occasional exasperation.

You’re busier than ever, balancing tasks between your flower shop and the fair. Deliveries need to be organized, decorations have to be finalized, and last-minute adjustments seem to crop up at every corner. Even as you wipe the sweat from your brow, there’s a sense of exhilaration in the air, the anticipation of tomorrow’s festivities driving everyone forward.

Sunjae is bustling around too, overseeing the setup of a handmade crafts stall he’s managing. Every now and then, he glances your way, offering a quick thumbs-up or a smile, his own excitement mirrored in your expressions.

By mid-morning, your friends have gathered to help where ever they can. Namjoon is reviewing schedules, his meticulous nature ensuring no detail is overlooked.

Seokjin is joking with some of the younger volunteers, lightening the mood despite the frenzy. Juwon is coordinating with the food vendors, her authoritative tone cutting through the chatter, while Taehyung flits between tasks, his energy boundless.

And then there’s Jungkook.

You catch glimpses of him every now and then, his leather jacket swapped for a simple black tee, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arm as he unloads heavy crates. The sight of it snaps something inside you and you have to look away to collect yourself.

He works silently but efficiently, his brows furrowed in concentration. Despite the chaos around him, he carries an air of calm focus that you can’t help but notice.

Occasionally, your eyes meet across the crowded square. Each time, it’s fleeting, just a moment before one of you looks away, but it’s enough to send a ripple of something unspoken through the air.

The hours blur together as the sun climbs higher. Despite the hectic pace, there’s a shared unity among the volunteers, an understanding that they’re all working towards something meaningful.

By late afternoon, the square is almost unrecognizable, transformed into a vibrant space brimming with life and color.

But as you glance at the clock, you know there’s still more to be done. The final stretch is here, and tomorrow, the town will come alive in a way that makes all the effort worthwhile.

For now, you push forward, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, ready to see it all come to life.

//

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the fairgrounds, Mr. Jung’s voice booms from the gazebo. “Everyone! Can I have your attention?” he calls, clapping his hands. The volunteers pause their work, turning to face him.

“To thank all of you for your hard work, we’re hosting a little barbecue right here tonight." Mr. Jung announces, his smile wide. “Consider it a token of our appreciation. You’ve earned it!”

A ripple of cheers and applause follows, and your friends exchange gleeful glances. “Free food?” Seokjin exclaims, clutching his chest as if overwhelmed. “It’s a dream come true.”

“I’m claiming the first plate!” Juwon declares, practically bouncing on her toes. “Not if I get there first,” Taehyung counters, already sprinting toward the gazebo.

The group bursts into laughter, following him in a loose, carefree parade. The atmosphere is electric, buzzing with excitement for the evening ahead. After days of hard work, this feels like the perfect way to unwind... a celebration of effort, friendship, and shared memories.

As the preparations wind down and the golden hour fades into twilight, the barbecue at the gazebo comes alive. Bright fairy lights strung around the wooden structure cast a warm glow over the gathering, making the evening feel almost magical.

The air is filled with the enticing aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables, mingling with the faint scent of flowers still lingering from the day’s decorations.

You find yourself seated on the cool grass with Sunjae and your friends, the laughter and chatter creating a cozy bubble around you. Plates of food are passed around as everyone digs in, their voices blending with the soft strumming of a guitar someone brought along.

Namjoon is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about one of his childhood escapades, which has Seokjin doubling over with laughter while Taehyung and Juwon argue about its authenticity.

The atmosphere is laid-back yet so so rewarding, just a close-knit group of volunteers unwinding after days of hard work. It’s one of those rare moments when you feel completely at peace.

Sunjae leans back beside you, his head tilted towards the sky as he points out a constellation he learned from Yeonjun. His excitement makes you smile, and you can’t help but feel immense joy for your best friend, who seems to have found his place and love in this world.

But amidst the relaxing chaos, there’s a tension simmering not far from where you sit. Jungkook has arrived with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin, finally all done with their work for tomorrow.

The group makes their way to the grill, exchanging greetings and grabbing plates of food. Jungkook, however, doesn’t linger with his friends. His gaze immediately shifts to you, sitting closely with Sunjae, the man whose name he had just learned, as both of you laugh together.

His jaw tightens as he observes you leaning towards Sunjae, smiling so brightly it feels like the world revolves around you in that moment. And the man beside you... the same one from earlier who’d already occupied far too much of your attention is the cause of that smile. Jungkook feels his grip on his plate tighten, the urge to look away battling with the undeniable pull of watching you.

Throughout the evening, he steals glances at you. It’s infuriating how effortlessly you seem to light up the space around you. You laugh, tease Taehyung about his mismatched socks, and playfully swat Sunjae’s arm when he mimics Seokjin’s dramatic storytelling. Each stolen glance chips away at Jungkook’s resolve to keep his distance, leaving him restless.

As the night deepens, the cool evening breeze carries with it a sense of tranquility. The gazebo grows quieter, with fewer people remaining. Mrs. Kim, an elderly woman who’s been a pillar of the town’s volunteer efforts for years, approaches you with a soft smile.

“Y/n-ah, can you please fill my water bottle for me? They seem to have run out of water here, and I need to take my medicines now that I’ve eaten.” she says, holding out the bottle. “Your shop is nearby, so I thought I’d ask.”

You nod immediately, rising to your feet. “Of course, Mrs. Kim. I’ll be right back.” you reply warmly, taking the bottle from her. Your shop, just a few meters away from the gazebo, is still illuminated from earlier in the day.

Jungkook watches the interaction from his spot, his gaze sharpening as you walk off into the night with your usual grace. His chest tightens, and before he realizes it, his feet are moving.

He doesn’t know what compels him, but the idea of you being alone, even for a short while sends a strange urgency coursing through him.

Leaving his friends behind, who are too engrossed in their conversations to notice his sudden departure, he slips away. The cool breeze brushes past him as he strides towards your shop, his heart pounding in his chest.

He doesn’t know what he plans to say or do when he catches up to you, but he’s sure of one thing... he can’t keep this longing bottled up any longer.

The bell above the door jingles softly as you enter your flower shop, the familiar scent of blooms and fresh greenery enveloping you. The quiet of the shop contrasts sharply with the lively chatter of the barbecue behind you, making the space feel almost sacred.

You step past the counter and towards the storeroom, where your water filter is kept. It’s a cozy, tucked-away space filled with neatly labeled boxes of vases, floral foam, and ribbons.

The faint hum of the filter greets you as you flick on the light, placing the water bottle on the counter.

Humming softly to yourself, you begin filling it, the cool water rushing steadily into the bottle. While you're still inside, the shop’s door creaks open again and you don't really hear it.

Jungkook steps inside, his boots making almost no sound against the wooden floor as he closes the door behind him, careful not to alert you. The warm glow of the shop lights reflects off the rows of flower arrangements on display, casting soft shadows on the walls.

As he takes a step further in, his gaze locks onto the passage leading to the storeroom. It’s a narrow corridor lined with shelves holding tools and floral supplies. He knows you’re just beyond it. His pulse quickens, his resolve faltering for a brief second before he moves forward, his boots brushing lightly against the polished floor.

In the storeroom, you screw the cap back onto the filled water bottle, ready to return to the barbecue. Just as you turn around, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jungkook standing in the doorway.

“Jungkook?” you ask, startled. “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. His dark eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable, and for a moment, the small storeroom feels even smaller. His shoulders are broad, nearly filling the frame of the doorway, and his presence is so palpable it makes your breath hitch.

“I… I saw you leave,” he finally says, his voice low and rough. “Thought I’d check if you needed help.”

You blink at him, confused. “It’s just water, Jungkook. I can manage.” He steps further into the room, closing the door halfway behind him. The quiet hum of the water filter fills the silence between you.

“I know…” he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. “But… I just… I had to see you.”

There’s something in his tone... hesitation, maybe desperation, or even vulnerability that catches you off guard. You clutch the water bottle tighter, unsure of what to say. The tension in the air feels almost unbearable, like a string stretched too thin between you, threatening to snap.

“Why?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know.” he admits, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I just… uhh... seeing you with him...”

“Sunjae?” you interject, your brows knitting in confusion. The name tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.

The effect is immediate. Jungkook takes a sudden step forward, his entire frame taut with an energy that feels almost dangerous. His eyes darken, their intensity cutting through you like a blade. “Don’t say his name.” he murmurs, his tone low, sharp, and commanding.

The air between you shifts. When did it get this heavy? You don’t even realize you’re retreating until your back meets the cold wall behind you.

A shiver runs down your spine, though you’re not sure if it’s the chill of the wall or the heat radiating from Jungkook’s advancing figure. The room feels smaller now, the walls closing in, leaving only him and the electricity thrumming between you.

He’s close... too close... and yet not close enough. But he inches forward, the words still hang in the air, and Jungkook hesitates, his frustration now palpable. He reaches out, his hands finding your waist, pulling you towards him. The water bottle slips from your hold, rolling away across the floor.

You’re not sure when the line between resistance and surrender blurred, but here you are, breath hitching as Jungkook’s grip tightens, pulling your body flush against his. The space between seems to vanish.

This moment, so surreal and unexpected, pulls you in. You don’t understand it, but who are you to question it? It feels like this is exactly what you've been craving for days... months... even years.

The warmth of him envelops you, igniting a fire in your chest that spreads to your fingertips. It’s overwhelming and terrifying, but it’s also exhilarating.

“Jungkook…” you whisper, breathless, feeling his body as he pulls you in even closer. His grip tightens, pulling your waist to his as he presses you against the wall, your bodies completely aligned now.

The room seems to shrink, too small, too warm with him so close. His eyes search yours, as if looking for something, and you meet his gaze. His hands, tentative but urgent, slightly slide under the hem of your top near your waist, his fingertips cold against your skin.

You part your lips, letting out a shaky breath, your body responding instinctively. He leans forward, his forehead resting against yours, both of you closing your eyes in the quiet intimacy. The world outside seems to pause, as if holding its breath, waiting for what might happen next.

Your knees weaken, and you grip the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him in closer. The distance between you is evaporating, but just as it feels like everything is about to shift, a loud bang of your store's front door opening from outside the storeroom causes both of you to snap apart, startled.

“Y/n!!!” Seokjin’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence. Him again? Really? you wonder, frustration mixing with embarrassment. This is the second time now.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, his hands instinctively covering his face, a flush of heat rushing through him as he tries to regain control of his rapidly escalating emotions.

Seokjin’s voice blares again, louder this time, and that’s when it hits you. He cannot see you like this, especially not with Jungkook.

“Fuck.” you curse under your breath, panic rising. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You scramble to move away from Jungkook, quickly grabbing the water bottle that had been abandoned on the floor.

Jungkook’s eyes widen in confusion, his head tilting slightly. Before he can ask, you hurriedly whisper. “He can’t know you’re in here!” Your voice is urgent, shaking slightly as you glance towards the storeroom door.

Realization dawns upon him like a light switch, and he nods. You're right, someone catching the two of you alone in a secluded space like this? Not good. He rakes his hand through his hair, already understanding how awkward this would look.

“Stay here until you hear us leave.” you plead, your voice barely audible but dripping with desperation. “Please don’t come out for at least five minutes. Promise me!”

Jungkook leans against the wall, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite your panic. “Five minutes?” he repeats, teasing lightly, but he nods all the same.

“Yes, five.” you insist, holding up your palm in a gesture for emphasis, fingers spread wide. You’re already backing towards the door, the water bottle clutched tightly in your hands. “Y/n-ah! Are you done yet?” Seokjin’s voice echoes again, impatient.

You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep, calming breath before yelling back. “Coming, Jin !! Just give me a sec !!”

Jungkook chuckles quietly at your flustered state, finding your panic oddly amusing. “You’re really worked up about this, huh?” he lowly murmurs, clearly entertained.

“Not the time.” you hiss, glaring at him before stealing a quick peek behind the door to check if Seokjin has entered the passage. Thankfully, it’s still clear. “Five whole minutes, got it?” you repeat, your tone stern, gesturing the number with your palm again for emphasis.

Jungkook leans casually against the shelf, his smirk growing. “Yes, boss.” he teases lightly, earning an exasperated roll of your eyes. Satisfied, you push the storeroom door open just enough to slip out. But as Jungkook watches you leave, his amusement is replaced by surprise when you suddenly pause.

Before he can process what’s happening, you turn on your heel and bolt back towards him, still clutching the water bottle in your hands. His eyes widen in confusion.

You don’t give yourself a second to overthink it. Standing on your tiptoes, you press a quick, feather like kiss on his cheek. Your lips linger for just a heartbeat before you pull away, the warmth of his skin burning against your own.

“I’ll see you out there.” you whisper, your voice soft and rushed, like a secret carried on the wind. And then you’re gone. The door creaks shut behind you, leaving Jungkook standing there, frozen in your storeroom. His hand slowly rises to touch his cheek where your kiss still lingers, his pulse racing.

An amused chuckle escapes him, low and disbelieving. He doesn’t move for a moment, still processing, before shaking his head with a small laugh.

Five minutes, huh? He’ll give you ten, if only to catch his breath.

//

Seokjin is here because, unbeknownst to you, you’d been gone far longer than you realized. As the two of you step out of the shop, his curious gaze falls on you. “What took you so long?” he asks, his tone casual but laced with mild concern.

Your mind races, briefly recollecting the moments that delayed you. Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quickly mask it, shrugging as you reply. “The water filter was acting up.”

Seokjin nods, accepting your explanation without question, and together, you make your way back to the bustle of the town square. The hum of laughter and chatter grows louder as you rejoin the crowd gathered near the gazebo.

Spotting Mrs. Kim, you walk over, handing her the filled water bottle with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry for the delay.” you say earnestly. She waves you off with a warm smile, her kind demeanor easing the guilt that lingers in your chest. “It’s no trouble, dear... Thank you.” she sweetly says.

Minutes pass as you blend into the sea of familiar faces. Yet, your gaze is restless, scanning the space almost instinctively until it lands on him.

Jungkook.

He crosses the street with practiced ease, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he moves towards the gazebo where his friends sit. Though he tries to appear nonchalant, there’s a subtle weight to his stride, as though he’s aware of your eyes on him.

As he reaches his group and takes a seat, his dark eyes flicker across the crowd, until they lock with yours. And this time, the glance isn’t fleeting.

For the first time, the world doesn’t rush to pull you apart. His gaze holds yours, steady and unguarded, and you feel the edges of the universe blur. A shy smile tugs at his lips, one that mirrors your own, and in that moment, the air shifts.

It’s as though the tension that had wrapped so tightly around you both has unraveled, replaced by something gentler, warmer, a connection that hums like a quiet melody between your souls.

The world around you fades into a hazy backdrop. The night feels alive, not with chaos, but with a strange, unspoken understanding that flows between you and him like an electric current.

Soon enough, the barbecue flames dwindle, leaving behind glowing embers, and the volunteers begin to disperse, bidding each other goodnight. The air fills with the promise of something grand, a collective anticipation for tomorrow's fair.

The town settles under a blanket of stars, its streets shimmering with the preparations for the festivities to come. As your friends get ready to leave for the night, you glance towards the gazebo one last time, catching a glimpse of Jungkook as he laughs at something Yoongi says. He doesn’t look your way again, but that’s okay.

With a deep breath, you let the cool night air fill your lungs and start walking towards your shop, ready to lock up and head home. A quiet sense of peace settles within you, as if the evening had unfolded just as it was meant to... full of moments both subtle and meaningful.

<- part 7 // part 9 ->

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[uh-niran-really]

(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ I think i might have made this top angsty but the pain is worth it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

(preferably fem reader please (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

Ok soo..

Niran and symmetra have been close friends for years, they have a bond that reader could only dream of having. And although niran is flirty and kind to everyone, it feels different when he says it to his best friend, satya. Reader often tags along the trips niran sets up with satya, which often hurts the reader and makes them feel jealous. One day, Niran wanted to treat reader out, just the 2 of them. Reader gets her hopes up thinking its a date and Niran makes her feel really special (i don't know how to write fluffy date scenes i'm sorry! ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ) and by the end of the day, she slips and confesses to him. He's unsure of how he feels and feels conflicted, thinking that the fluttering in his heart whenever they went out was because of his best friend satya, which ended up in him rejecting reader. Reader, upset, but still nods and goes back to her dorm, rejecting any offer from Niran to walk her back. A few days goes by and she starts to get difficulty breathing, no one knows of this and she continues on with her training whilst avoiding niran. Poor niran is probably sad and is overthinking/yapping to satya abt how he ruined their friendship. A few more days later, Reader starts coughing up blood by the sink in her dorm before eventually coughing out lotus petals. (“Hanahaki disease”) She panics and reaches out to mercy, asking for help, mercy looks around her resources and gives her a really sad look before telling her the cause/the cure(lets imagine surgery isnt an option here bc more angst the better ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ) reader smiles sadly knowing with how fast the disease is spreading, she probably wont last very long. She spends the rest of her days off of missions, constantly Throwing up blood with petals of her love's favorite flower. She cries in pain before asking someone to call satya, wanting to speak to her to pass a message before reader passes. When satya arrives reader confronts her about how niran loves her and asks for her to take good care of him, satya is worried and calling both niran and mercy to help you through her comms before paying attention to the reader and telling her all about how niran's been breaking down and regretting his decision, how he did truly love the reader and misunderstood his feelings, and the sleepless nights he had thinking about how the two of you couldve been together if it hadn't been for him speaking before thinking properly. Before reader can answer, she hears the sound of her room door getting busted open as niran rushes towards her side, crying and begging for her to stay alive and apologizing over and over. She passes out and he panics trying to find her pulse but since he was stressed and panicking, he couldn't find it, making him more scared, crying and screaming out when he was torn away from the reader's body to get treated by mercy. Days go by and niran has been in his lab, staring at his desk, unmoving, mumbling apologies as tears streamed down his face, having constant meltdowns every time his thoughts would wander off to the thought of reader dying. When he gets the news of the reader being alive he sprints, running for his life to go to her room, once he gets there he cries and begs for forgiveness, even tho she was still unconscious, he begs and begs, regretting his every action, until she woke up. He was so happy she was alive then he starts begging for her forgiveness and shes confused thinking he liked satya, he rejects that thought and reassured her he got his feelings all wrong and that he truly loved reader 🥹🙏 She forgives him and he asks her out to be his girlfriend which she happily accepts, once she gets out they get scolded by satya for the entire misunderstanding but is still happy reader is alive and theyre both ok 🫡🫡🙏🙏

OMFG IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN FOR THE ASK TO BE THIS LONG JDJDSJSN

Hanahaki - Fem Reader X Lifeweaver

Content: Angst, Hanahaki disease, Fluff, Romance.

Word count: 6,200+ (You’re in for a wild ride with this one my dears)

A/N: Wow. Never have I loved a prompt more than this one. I truly hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It’s been such a joy to write for you again!

“Satya, have I told you how much I love you?”

“Yes Niran, quite frequently.”

You watched the pair feeling torn. They looked like the perfect couple. The sweet and lovey dovey flirty one and the stoic serious type. They complimented each other a lot. Though they insisted that they were just friends but you didn’t believe that. The way they spoke to each other, light touches here and there and that longing look they gave when watching one another. You wanted that bond with Niran, so badly.

Currently you were on a “best friends” trip with the pair. A little day out to enjoy everyone’s company. It felt like being a third wheel in reality. You watched as Niran continuously flirted with Satya, complimenting how beautiful she looked in the sunlight and how much he wanted to hug her. He glanced over at you aware of your presence, offering you a smile. You smiled back, but inside you know it was all an act.

“Y/N, let’s take a picture!”

“Oh.. are you sure you-“

He trust the camera in your hands and posed with Satya, who was less than bothered. Of course he wanted YOU to take the picture. Rolling your eyes you snapped the picture and handed it back to him. Before you could walk away he grabbed your waist and pulled you back.

“I wanted you to take a picture of the three of us silly.”

His touch was seering hot against you, delicate but precise across your skin. He had eased up since pulling you closer to him, but your head was all over the place. Niran was like a drug, enough to get you hooked on him and leave you pining for more.

“Or I can take it if you aren’t feeling up to it?” He offered you back the camera.

“S-sorry. I was lost in thought. I’ve got it.”

Holding up the camera you smile, Niran sticks his tongue out and Satya stands a little awkwardly. You pause to see if she’ll smile but as always she’s stoic so you snap the picture.

“Ohhh you look beautiful Satya! So cute!” Niran swoons.

“Niran. You’re embarrassing me.”

You waited to see if Niran would compliment you too, wishful thinking really. He only seemed to have eyes for Satya. The way he looked at her now screamed desire, true love, need. Surprisingly though he turned to you.

“Don’t you look adorable.”

If only you could hide the blush on your face. He noticed too, giggling at the sight. He found you sweet and down right cute. He told you as much, it just seems more friendly rather than flirtatious. With little to no warning however, he blew you a kiss. Such a sweet gesture, one that you choose to believe was romantic, as delusional as you sounded.

“Niran, will you please stop flirting. Can we go now? You know we have countless meetings tomorrow and you as always have not prepped.” Satya grumbled at him.

“Oh my dear, you know I’ll wing it!” He winked at her, a rare smile forming at her lips.

As you started to head back to the base, you hung back watching as Niran doted on her, buzzing around her like she was the most beautiful flower. It was like this every time the three of you were together. He always seemed to fall back on her, making you feel worthless. Like what was the point in you being there. Niran seemed to notice how unhappy you were on the way back to base, dropping back to walk with you.

“Are you alright sweetheart?”

“Fine.”

“You don’t look “fine” to me, but perhaps I’m just too happy all the time.”

You frowned and he apologised for light hearted attempt at humour. He only wished to make you smile but he didn’t always hit the mark, though he never stopped trying.

“But in all seriousness, please tell me what’s wrong?”

“I-“

You paused. You wanted to tell him how you felt but it just felt wrong. With Satya there it was just awkward and you didn’t want to feel disrespectful. Instead you faked a smile, attempting to lift the mood.

“It’s nothing Niran, I promise.”

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us? A mini date of sorts hmm?”

Either Satya didn’t hear or she didn’t care. You of course were delighted at the thought of spending time with Niran one on one. But you couldn’t help think about Satya and what she would think.

“What about Satya?”

“What about her? She has a lot of meetings tomorrow, she’s very important! I however am not as important as miss Vaswani, so I can spare the evening if you want to take me up on that?”

“I’d love to Niran!”

——🪷——

The morning was chaotic. You had some work to do in the lab but you couldn’t stop thinking about Niran and his choice of words ‘a mini date of sorts’. Was he teasing or was he being serious. With Niran it could go either way. He was difficult to read in most cases but great at reading others. Still you tried not to look too much into it and just accept that whatever it was, it would just be the two of you.

Come the afternoon you were a nervous wreck, stressing over the smallest details. Was the outfit choice too much? Would Niran be just as fancy? Was this a date or not? It was all too much for you to handle. Instead you opted to take a nice hot relaxing bath to melt the stress away. A sigh escaped your lips as you slipped into the warm water, eyes fluttering shut for a moment or two, thinking of Niran. A thought crossed your mind and you wondered if you should tell him how you feel or not. The whole situation was confusing after all. You decided to play it by ear and see how things went, it would be way less awkward that way.

Feeling fresh and relaxed, you dried yourself off and looked at your outfit choice again. A little fancier by your standards, but Niran was a fancy man. He always liked to look his best in any occasion.

“Screw it! What do I have to lose.”

——🪷——

You certainly felt overdressed when you saw Niran. He was wearing his causal attire, hair thrown up in a messy bun. Real cute and homely. Here you were in a dress and pretty heels, embarrassed. Your hair done up all pretty with gorgeous jewellery to match.

“Oh I feel so underdressed.”

“No.. I.. I feel stupid.”

He grinned at you, really taking the time to admire you. For lack of a better word, you were beautiful, truly. Gently he took your hand and lead you back to his dorm, making you fluster.

“I’m sorry to ask for you to wait Y/N, please allow me 10 minuets to dress more to…” He paused again, eyes tracing your every inch of you. “Your standard.” He was enamoured, hardly able to contain his smile, though you weren’t sure if he was just being nice. You watched as he slipped into his room, head spinning from the possibilities. You knew it was just his demeanour and that he was just being a gentleman, but what if it was more than that? You pondered your thoughts outside his dorm until he returned.

“Niran.. you look..”

“Fabulous? Yeah, I know.” He teased with a wide smile.

You playfully roll your eyes at him. He was often like this with Satya, but now she wasn’t here his playfulness appeared to fall onto you, not that you minded one bit of course.

“Flirt! Anyway, where are we going?”

“I was thinking dinner? I assume you haven’t eaten yet? I know I haven’t.”

“Sounds lovely Bua.”

He loved the use of his nickname. You didn’t use it much, it felt somewhat exclusive to Satya, and yet you used it now anyway. Niran wasn’t complaining. He loved when close friends and family used it, quite frankly it made his heart flutter.

“Unlike you to use ‘Bua’ so casually. Not that I mind of course.”

“Well, I figured it was okay Is it not?” You teased him back. If he dishes it out, surely he can take it, right?

“Of course.”

——🪷——

Oh the Pruksamanee influence. Despite being a fugitive he still had some status it seemed. The restaurant was quite a lovely one. The last minuet reservation was quite impressive too, but anything for you, his lovely Y/N.

“This place is gorgeous Niran.”

“Oh isn’t it?” He pulled out your chair for you, tucking you into the table once you took your seat. “I’ve come here with Satya a few times. Charming little place.”

You hide your frown and you hide it well, but as always Niran picks up on it. He takes his own seat, crossing one leg over the other, placing his head in his hand, leaning his elbow on the table, eying you softly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, I promise. I’m just a little stressed from work. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course, please order anything you would like dear.” His free left hand touches yours from across the table. “My treat. You work hard.”

You both order and Niran picks out a bottle of wine he thinks you’ll enjoy. Something to match the flavours of both your meals, he was use to the finer things in life, but could comfortably live without them too. You couldn’t help but notice how sweet Niran was being with you, he was always sweet but right now, he was treating you like a princess. Almost like he did with Satya. You laughed and flirted over dinner, drinking a little more than you usually would but you were having so much fun with the man opposite you, so it hardly mattered.

“Are you having fun dearest?”

“Yes, I’m a little tipsy though, you might have to carry me home Niri!”

“I fear that may be the case too.” He laughed, such a sweet sound. You often heard it when he was with Satya, but it sounded so much better now that you had been the one to cause it.

Niran ordered another bottle of wine, because according to him, nothing was too good for you. Your senses had been lulled into a sweet concoction of joy and felicity. You were truly on cloud nine. Was this how Satya felt with him? You weren’t sure but honestly you didn’t want a constant reminder of what you were competing with.

“So what made you decide to take me out? I know you mentioned Satya was busy.”

“I just wanted to treat you. I feel like we aren’t as close anymore. You like to come along with me and Satya on crazy days out but I got the feeling you wanted some one on one time.”

Oh he was good. He was very perceptive, both a blessing and a curse. You couldn’t hide much from him. He could read you and everyone else like a book.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me Niran.”

“Can I interest you some dessert? Though you’re already sweet enough.”

My was this man a flirt. Such a warm feeling though, like he genuinely cared about you. He did this to every one, it was one of his love languages after all, but with you it was starting to feel different. Right?

“We could split a slice of cake?”

“I like the way you think Y/N. What are you eyeing most and don’t say me.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him again. This man really was going all out. Still you couldn’t help but lap it up. Tracing your finger down the dessert menu you watch his face light up as you trail over red velvet cake. He’s all smiles when you pick it of course, delighted in the idea of sharing this with you. As you’re waiting for the cake you take another sip of wine, you weren’t sure how much you had, stopped counting long ago. You were far from drunk but your tongue was certainly a little loose your mind overcome with need and want. With him.

“Niran, I have something I need to confess to you.”

“What, do you love me of something?” He winked unknowingly.

Your face said it all, flushed bright read, eyes drifting away from his. The perfect picture of lustful embarrassment. Remember how he was good at reading you. Just one look at you and he knew.

“Y/N.. do you really?”

“Yes… Tonight has been so wonderful and I’ve felt this way a while an-“

“I’m so sorry to cut you off, truly I am..but.. I’m sorry I don’t think I feel the same way. I- I think I’m in love with Satya..”

If heartbreak was an expression, your face said it all. Of course he was. Of course it was Satya. You felt stupid for even giving it a second thought. It had always been Satya. From day one you could see the chemistry between them.

“Oh.. I see.. well she’s a lovely person so.. good luck to you Niran.”

“Y/N.. I’m sorry.. oh god I’ve led you to believe it was mutual..” Things started to fall into place for him.

“No Niran.. I just mistook your kindness for attraction.” You stood up, stumbling a little from the wine. He stood up ready to catch you, worried. “I wish you all the best, I think I’m going to go. Thank you for the evening. I had a great time.”

“Don’t go! Please, let’s just talk..”

“I just want to leave Niran..”

“Then please let me walk you home..”

Despite his protests to walk you home you left, tears threatening to spill at any given moment. You knew the signs. The way he looked at Satya was so obvious. He practically worshiped the grown she walked on. This night was just Niran treating a friend, nothing more. Niran felt awful about it all, watching you leave the restaurant in tears. His head spun with questions about how he felt and what was going on. His heart fluttered whenever he was with Satya. It had started to flutter a little around you, but he couldn’t help but think of her. He felt even worse when the cake you both ordered to share came, now having to eat it alone, without you.

——🪷——

A few days went by since your failure of a date with Niran. He tried to talk with you a few times but you politely excused yourself telling him that you just needed to get in a better headspace and that you still weren’t ready. The look on his face stung. He look so defeated and worried.

“Satya.. I’ve ruined everything.. she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore..”

“Give her some space Niran.. I’m sure she’ll come around when she’s ready.”

Around the same time came the difficulty breathing. It started off as a small cough that was manageable enough, but worry started to set in when you coughed up what appeared to be lotus petals. Confusion was too light of a word to use in this situation, you couldn’t understand why this would be happening to you. It’s wasn’t like you ate any lotus flowers recently, or at all for that matter. You tried your best to hide it from your coworkers at the base as well as Niran. You assumed that it would just go away, but a week had passed and it was getting worse. The coughs turning violent as you desperately tried to clear your lungs. Soon you were coughing up blood along with the petals and you knew this wasn’t right. It hurt. It hurt so badly. You avoided it for so long and it felt like someone was stabbing your lungs and throat constantly. Enough was enough and you went to see Dr Ziegler hoping for some Mercy from this pain.

“Oh, this sounds like Hanahaki Disease.. You poor thing. Let’s get you an X-Ray, see if we can’t remove the flowers with surgery.”

“Surgery?! Flowers?!”

You didn’t understand what was happening to you, and now surgery was apart of this whole ordeal. Things were getting too much and you could barely handle it.

“Hanahanki is a painful and draining condition where you have flowers growing in your lungs. It’s caused by unrequited love.. oh you poor thing. Judging by the type of flower petals.. it’s safe to assume..”

“Niran Pruksamanee.. yes..”

She gave you a sympathetic smile. Things didn’t make much sense but at least you knew what it was that was causing you so much pain. Dr Ziegler had you lie on a bed as she took an X-Ray of your chest to see how far the disease had progressed. In most cases it was a slow moving disease, one that was treatable with surgery, at the cost of the persons love for the one who caused it. However you weren’t so lucky. Dr Ziegler gasped at the progression in which the flowers had began to grow.

“I.. I’m so sorry but surgery just isn’t an option Y/N. The flowers are too developed, I would risk causing you serious damage..”

“Am I going to die..?”

“No, there’s another way.. Niran has to reciprocate your love.. but I’m not sure if th-“

“I’m going to die. It’s okay, you can be straight with me.. how long..?”

“Maybe a few weeks if you’re lucky. Do you want me to talk to Nir-“

“No. Thank you but no. He doesn’t love me.. he.. he deserves to be happy.”

The Dr was kind enough to give you some pain relief before sending you home on ‘bed rest’, though you referred to it as your death bed. She promised not to talk to Niran about it, per your request, which you decided was for the best. The pain only got worse from here. Soon you found yourself coughing up more and more petals, accompanied by more blood. You were dying and you sure did feel like it with all the pain going on.

——🪷——

“I don’t know what to do Satya… I’m so torn it hurts… it hurts so much…”

“Bua.. Why won’t you just tell me what happened..”

Niran couldn’t tell her. His feelings were so confusing. He was certain he loved her but just thinking of you was enough to drive him crazy.

“It.. it doesn’t matter. I miss her coming with us on our little days out.. she looks so sad all the time Satya.. I caused that.. me..”

“Niran I promise you that it’s fine.. I’m no good at reading people like you are, but anyone can see the girl just needs a break.”

“It’s been a whilst since I last saw her.. I hope she’s okay…”

Satya sighed pulling him into a big hug, which gladly accepted breaking down into tears. His head was spinning with constant conflict over you and her. He swore he loved Satya, not being able to get enough of her. However after that evening he spent with you he wasn’t so sure that was true. Regardless he melted into her touch as she rubbed his back, promising things would be okay and that she loved him, platonically, though Niran was further drawn into chaos. A depression setting in his mind.

——🪷——

Weeks passed since your diagnoses and things were looking as if they were about to end. You were throwing up bloody petals hourly now. The pain was too much to handle. You’d be glad when it was all over. You couldn’t help but think of Niran, pining for him to take this pain away, and yet, he was with Satya now. Surely he had told her he loved her by now. You were sure they were so happy together. With you gone, nothing would stop him. Your thoughts lingered on Satya and you wanted to speak with her, wanting her to pass on a message to Niran of sorts.

With all the strength you could muster you get up from your bed and ask a passer by to get Satya. Maybe she wouldn’t come. Maybe she didn’t care. But maybe it was worth a try. One final attempt before the flowers killed you. Minuets passed and to your suprised she came, a little confused why you asked for her.

“Y/N? You wanted to speak with me. Niran’s been worried an-“

“Satya. I just want you to promise me something. Please?”

She nodded and took a seat next to your bed. She had already began stimming, feeling the pressure and tension of the uncertain situation. You didn’t blame Satya for anything. You could see why Niran liked her. She was gorgeous, smart, his childhood friend. Her intellect was a wondrous thing, ask her anything about Hard Light and she could list off more facts than the inventor themself. She was effortlessly beautiful in every way. Her satin black hair perfectly straight and flowing down her back, an obsidian waterfall. Niran had probably loved her forever. There was no competing with that.

“Are you sick..?”

“Yeah. It’s not contagious so please don’t worry.”

She nodded and sighed from relief. She hated getting sick, a small phobia of hers. Knowing Niran he would just love to wrap her up warm and take care of her all day, leaving her little kisses and whispering her sweet nothings. They belonged together.

“Listen Satya, you and Niran are perfect together. I’m happy for you both, really I am.. will you promise me something?”

“I can try..”

“Will you look after him for me when I’m gone? Niran I mean..”

“Are you going somewhere?”

She was far too sweet for this world. It made you smile. She wasn’t stupid, far from it, just struggled with social ques and picking up on subtle hints.

“I’m dying Satya.”

Her face hardly reacted, normal for her, though you did notice that she stopped stimming. She was probably processing everything you had just said. It must be a lot to handle for anyone, but especially her. After a few moments her lip quivered showing you just how saddened she was, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. She tapped her head set as calmly as she could without breaking down, taking a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you she has started a call with Niran and Dr Ziegler.

“I have Hanahaki disease… I’m starting to-“

As if the timing couldn’t be more perfect you threw up another round of petals and blood, demonstrating your disease to her. It was violent, pain tearing through your throat as if you were being scorched from the inside.

“Y/N!” She reached out to rub your back softly as you retch and heave up the petals, seering pain burning your lungs. It was agony. Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill as you gasped for air so desperately. As quickly as it began it was over, allowing you some time to breathe, even if it was a struggle.

“Y/N… Niran has been going crazy.. he’s been breaking down into tears over you.. he’s spent so many sleepless nights agonising over his decision to reject you.” She takes her place by your side again, deciding that the back rubs weren’t helping much. She felt to awkward and helpless. “I’ve never seen Niran so devastated Y/N.. He’s been over analysing everything.. it’s been rather annoying to hear him babble on about how he wishes he put more thought into it rather than jumping to an answer.. how you could have been together right now if he would have just thought it through. Y/N.. he really does care.”

Before you could answer Niran burst through your door eyes meeting yours immediately, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked awful, just as Satya had mentioned. The sleepless nights haven’t been kind to him and he was in need of a good nights rest. His hair matted and tangled into a half done up do. The embodiment of depression.

“Y/N!! Oh my god I’m so sorry.. I’m so so so sorry..”

He was at your side almost instantly, Satya moving back to give him some space. He took your hand bringing it up to his cheek. His skin was warm yet wet and tear stained. The way Niran looked at you was like you were an Angel, admiring your beauty. The way he yearned for you was too much to handle. You felt your lungs begin to burn again, a reminder that you couldn’t be happy.

“Please don’t leave me! You can’t go..”

He held your hand tighter almost willing you to stay. He was scared. Really scared. You didn’t need his gift of soul reading to know that. Anyone could see it.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry… please forgive me beautiful.. I’m so sorry…”

The burning was all too much for you to handle now. You wanted to say something anything but now you just couldn’t breathe. This disease was killing you, at the worst possible time. Niran watched in horror as your eyes flickered closed as if fighting off sleepiness, before you blacked out, slumping on the bed.

“Y/N!!” He began to panic harder now really worried for your life. He attempted to find your pulse on your wrist searching for any signs that you weren’t dead. When he couldn’t find it he searched your neck, panic already gripping at his body. “NO NO NO NO!!!” He screamed panicking harder and harder, searching in desperation for your pulse, refusing to give up on you. “PLEASE! YOU CAN’T! NOT NOW, NOT WHEN I’VE REALISED THE TRUTH!”

He begged and pleaded with you to wake up, going as far as to shake you, pleading with you to open your pretty eyes. Satya watched in horror as her best friend broke down once again, knowing that there was nothing she could do to help him.

“I LOVE YOU!! WAKE UP!!”

“Niran..” Satya started before Dr Ziegler rushed in. Niran was hysterical now, the thought of losing you was all too much for him. He screamed, cried and begged even as he was ripped away from your near lifeless body by a few assistants of the Dr. All so they could treat you.

“Niran it’s going to be okay.. please..” Satya grabbed her friend and held him for dear life as he screamed for you louder and louder. “Please Niran.. please..” Satya began to cry too hating the terrible sounds coming from her friend. It was truly an awful sight to behold. “I’m here.. I’m not letting go.. I’m here..” She comforted him much like he always comforted her. Promising him that she was his constant. That nothing would stop her from helping him.

“Satya, will you watch him?” Dr Ziegler called before rushing out of the room to her office. She didn’t need a reply, knowing Satya was already on it.

Niran continued to scream, slumping to his knees dragging Satya with him, eventually resting his head on her shoulder, sobbing as his heart broke once more.

——🪷——

Days passed and Niran progressively got worse and worse. He hadn’t moved from his lab desk opting to stare at it mumbling nothing but barely coherent words of apologies and sweet nothings for you.

“I’m sorry tîi-rák… oh please forgive me sweet thing.. I love you..”

Satya dropped by as often as she could, forcing him to eat something and drink some water. He refused most of the time however, resulting in her forcefully making him drink water, and pleading with him to eat.

“I’m sorry… please… please wake up.. you have no idea how much I need you to wake up..”

He couldn’t sleep. He was too worried about you. Too focused on things he left unsaid. Too restless to even flirt with the idea of sleep. Not when he could have been flirting with you. If only he took the time to think.

“You have to wake up.. there’s so much I need to tell you… I’m so sorry… please… please forgive me… don’t leave…”

Whenever he thought of you lying there dying, he began to meltdown. His barely coherent mumbling turning into screams. He began throwing things and slamming his hands on his desk. He tossed a picture of you in one for of rage before dropping to his knees cradling it close to his heart, apologising for hurting you again. Satya ended up staying with him that night after he cut himself. He told her it was an accident, she didn’t believe him.

Eventually Niran ventured outside his lab finding himself in your dorm room. The door was left unlocked and untouched. He felt his tears form again as he stepped inside, the trauma like a punch to his stomach. Crazed with guilt and grief he climbed onto your bed, pulling a pillow to cuddle with, your scent being his pull to reality. Niran became dizzy with the idea of spending sleepless nights beside you, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathed soundly next to him. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed but when he next looked up it was early evening, the sun beginning to set. He spotted a couple of bloodied lotus petals lying on the floor. They must have fallen from your covers as you were pulled out of bed by the Dr. Curious by nature he picked them up, studying their shape and the dried blood they were coated in.

“Hanahaki.. these must be the petals..” He mumbled to himself. “Hmm pretty Lotuses..”

He started to collect each and everyone he could find, by which there were many. He wasn’t sure what he would do yet, but he knew he wanted to find a cure. Niran returned to his lab spreading the petals across his desk and staring intently at them, sobbing his heart out at the thought of the women he loved lying lifeless in a hospital bed.

“You can’t take her from me… I know I rejected her.. I know.. I screwed up… I know I did… but I love her..”

Sitting back on his chair and pulling his hair loose hair back into a messy bun, he sat relentlessly studying the petals for hours upon hours, wishing for nothing more than a breakthrough. This was harder than his Biolight breakthrough. He was too scared to even try Biolight in case the flowers grew out of control, killing you. Life as he knew it was dwindling into grey hues. The colour no longer relevant to him. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted you. He stayed at his desk for another handful of days, continuously sobbing and begging for death to take him too.

——🪷——

“Niran!!” Satya rushed in to his lab, shaking her best friend awake. He had finally been stolen by sleep itself, the rest much needed but sadly not enough. “She’s stable!! She’s alive Bua!!”

“Huh.. Satya?”

“SHE’S ALIVE! GO!”

With no hesitation he makes a beeline for you. So desperate to see just darling Angel. His headspace had been so worryingly bad recently that he just needed this. He needed to tell you that he loved you. That you were the one for him. That he chose you. Upon arriving he sees you’re still unconscious, his heart swelling with disappointment, yet he stayed, longing for you to wake up.

“Not done with your beauty sleep kon-dii? Well I think you’re already beautiful enough..”

Dr Ziegler smiled at him, his love for you making her swoon. She offered him a seat and told him to stay as long as he liked. To yell for her or Baptiste should he need anyone. Niran was content with sitting by your side, knowing that you could wake up soon, with any luck.

“Please wake up wãan-jai.. how can we be in love if you sleep all the time precious.”

He delicately reaches for your hand and presses it against his chest.

“Do you feel my heart? It beats for you.”

He continued to tell you sweet nothings, praising you for being strong, apologising over and over again. Your sweet face put a smile on his own. You looked so peaceful like that, his heart could barely take it.

“Oh the things you do to me sweet one. Please wake up.”

He bit his lip, trying to keep from kissing you. Niran was a serial romantic. He treasured the idea of true loves first kiss waking you from your sweet slumber. A fairy tale of sorts. He leant in close, eyes flickering from your lips to your softly closed eyes, then back to your lips.

“I beg you dearest.. wake up so I can kiss you properly.”

The moment his lips planted on yours, your eyes flutter open, almost as if true loves first kiss had worked. The kiss was soft and delicate, yet so passionate and warm. You mumble his name against his lips, before kissing him back, the sensation shocking him into realisation.

“Y/N?!” He pulled back from your lips leaving you starved and frowning a little, but you were so happy to see him. “You’re.. YOU’RE ALIVE! I MISSED YOU!”

“Currently alive yes. I missed yo- mmmphh”

Without thinking he kissed you again, this time with burning desire and need. His emotions were all over the place but if there’s one thing he knew, it was that he loved you.

“Please forgive me Y/N! I was such a fool.. I caused this.. all of it!! My darling please forgive m-“

You cut him off with another sweet kiss, feeling as his anxiety melted away. All the pain and sadness drifted off leaving him calmer and more refined. He was stunned for a few seconds after you pulled away. Truly a gorgeous sight.

“What a beautiful way of telling me to shut up.”

“You were panicking over nothing. I needed a way to calm you down, and we kiss now apparently?”

Niran’s blush is quite the sight. It spread so quickly across his handsome features, as he stared at you with such love and adoration. He looked as if he were the happiest man alive.

“I’m a little confused though Niran.. Won’t Satya be mad..?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.. it’s you I’m in love with. I.. got my feelings confused and as it turns out.. my heart pounded whenever I was near you.. and well.. because I’m with Satya whenever I’m with you.. I.. assumed it was her.”

His hand takes yours again placing it on his heart so you could once again feel the pounding of his heart against his chest. A sign that he was telling the truth.

“When my heart started pounding on our dinner date.. I.. I freaked out dearest. My heart told me one thing and my brain told me another… Satya. I spoke without thinking..”

You felt so much better after hearing his confession. Your chest felt lighter and it felt like you could breathe colours, it was wonderful. After so long on short air capacity you felt a little woozy from the sudden intake of air. Niran noticed your change in behaviour and how dizzy you were. Always was good at reading you.

“Careful! I have you.” He caught you before you fell off the side of the bed, laying you back down gently. “Falling for me already tîi-ràk? How cute.”

“Flirt.”

“But you love me for it?”

“I do.”

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

With no hesitation you happily agreed watching as the smile on his face grew. His eyes sparkled with happy tears as he hugged you tight, lightly squealing from happiness. It was a low sound but enough to make you smile too. He was your boyfriend now. You would live.

——🪷——

Satya was happy for the both of you, although she lectured you both for assuming feelings without just asking her about it.

“So Niran you mean to tell me this WHOLE TIME you could have just asked me how I felt about you? THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED!?”

“Yes dearest bu- OUCH!”

She had slapped him, nothing hard but enough to shock his system. She was royally ticked off by his lack of brain cells, despite him being one of the smartest men on base. You couldn’t help but giggle as the pair squabbled over the misunderstanding. You realised that Niran truly was like this with everyone but with you it was so different. Satya smiled at you glad to see you were okay, before continuing to scold Niran for being a fool and assuming things that just weren’t true. She adored him but no more than she did a childhood friend.

“Dummy!!” She smiled hugging him before hugging you too, ecstatic for her two favourite people.

Everything had fallen into place. You and Niran were an item now. Something everyone on base was excited about. Niran seeked therapy for the trauma and was doing much better now, especially as he had you in your life. You were doing much better, often checking in with the Dr to ensure the flowers had stopped growing. Soon you started going on regular dates, enjoying each others company and love for one another, Satya still tagged along on most of your dates, very much welcomed by the both of you, opting to sit quietly at the table watching as you often shared a piece of red velvet cake.

[neuvistar]

LOTUS FLOWER. pt one.

— featuring ┊ genshin men (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, kaveh, alhaitham) x f!pregnant reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊nsfw. not proofread. all consensual! mentions of breeding k!nk, t!tplay (neuvillette), vaginal fingering (lyney?), implied semi-public s3x (wriothesley), s!ze kink if u squint (alhaitham), dirty talk obvi, them being absolute sweethearts, reader implied 2 be physically smaller than them, cunnilingus (kaveh), nicknames used, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊ this is part one guys!! part two will come soon! since i’m a little late for kinktober (oops) i’ve decided to try n do this thingy of my own </3 genshin men w a pregnant partner n maybe i’ll do separate oneshots too throughout the month if im not busy enough, i’ll try my best! i also took time 2 try n improve my writing style n i think it paid off.. anyways reblogs + feedback appreciated ! (guys i wroye this when i’m half asleep #help)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

— "love, you're too cute when you pout like that," neuvillette chuckled, lightly pecking your cheeks with soft chaste kisses

NEUVILLETTE has always been your caretaker during your hard months of pregnancy, he was always there to aid you even if he had such a tight schedule! trust me, he’s always there to aid you no matter where he is.. oh you’re craving something? he already had it made and prepared downstairs for you to eat, oh you’re in pain? he’s already massaging your body to calm your nerves, oh you want him to get something for you? he’s already making his way downstairs to get it! let’s all be honest, this dragon is one of the sweetest darlings ever.. he’s just so thrilled that you’re carrying his little dragonlings, he couldn’t be happier! neuvillette’s so gentle with you.. even during intimate moments. neuvillette always has you laying down on a soft surface, his lips dancing across your flesh as his hair tickled your sensitive skin, he knows how to make sure you feel good.. sometimes he gets too lost in the moment he doesn’t even notice the littlest things! trust me, he knows how to make you feel good, he knows how to calm your hormones.. he knows how to pleasure you. neuvillette knows it all.

here you were, laid down comfortably on the mattress.. the sheets beneath you warming you up as you tugged on your husband’s white locks, emitting a soft grunt from him. neuvillette had been too caught up in the moment to notice only a little milk dripping from your other breast. instead, he kissed and sucked at your other one passionately, his hands caressing your waist in between bouts of fondling your tits. the sight of your exposed body sent a deep and primal wave of lust through him, it was enough to send him into pure euphoria as the feeling of your body against him was a kiss from the heavens above and the archons themselves. “my sweet angel," neuvillette whispered gently, his voice soft yet full of passion. "i want to love you from head to toe, i want every part of you to scream my name in delight.. i want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. please, let me give you more litters of dragonlings inside this irresistible body of yours..”

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄

— “you’re positive, right? you sure you’re alright?” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose against your neck

WRIOTHESLEY honestly never thought of having kids himself, but that all changed when you announced your pregnancy to him a few months prior.. he was thrilled! a little shocked and nervous to say the least, since he was nervous he wouldn’t be a good husband and father to your future kids but it went by smoothly, wriothesley had a major soft spot for you and only you. his face always fills with love and joy as he took note of your swollen and pregnant belly, sometimes he lets you wander around the fortress but sometimes he knows you’re sensitive to many smells and all that so he just keeps you in the house. but yet sometimes.. he has too much on his hands that he never has time to come home. visiting him at work became a frequent thing but he grew more protective of you, telling w few workers down at the fortress to scram if they bother you too much. wriothesley loves having you around his office, but yet, huh.. who knew visiting him here could also have it’s benefits.

wriothesley held your knees, his large hands engulfing your flesh as he grunted at the mere pulse of your pussy around his cock. he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, someone could walk in any moment but who was he to deny his own wife? he can’t deny you when you’re all shy and embarrassed like that.. asking him to fuck you and breed you just like he did those few months before, who was he to deny a request like that? the larger male had kept a slow and steady rhythm with you, he promised himself he wouldn’t listen to your begging.. begging for him to go faster. but i guess it’s fine to break promises every now and then, right? wriothesley picked up the pace as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside your cunt was enough to send you to the moon. “fuck.. taking me so well, princess.. ‘gonna make me cum quicker than normal.” he whispered against your ear, caressing your belly ever so gently.. his gentleness corresponding with his harsh thrusts. “what, hm? you want someone to see you in this state? ‘want someone to catch me breeding my pretty pregnant wife in my office?— mm.. seems like y’do.. look at how much you’re sucking me in.”

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

— “oh? someone’s moody today.. did i do something wrong, sweetheart? you know i didn’t mean it, c’mon! talk to me.”

LYNEY was one of the main reasons for your constant smiles and giggles throughout the day, your baby isn’t even born yet and he’s already an excellent father! the magician always sits down and chats with you, chatting about all sorts of things. what you both can name your baby(s), what magic tricks he can teach to them, how adorable they’ll look in clothes he bought for them.. he’s excited to be a father and he makes that clear! he spreads the news to lynette and freminet, and sometimes he might accidentally spread the news throughout public eyes. i mean, in a positive way! lyney takes great pride in being the father of your kids, he wants you to stay healthy and happy so your pregnancy goes smoothly, that’s all he wants. lyney’s touch is always so gentle.. caressing you like you were a mere piece of glass he had to protect.. there was something about his touch that just never fails to make you squirm, he’s good with his hands, of course you know that.. he’s just so gentle with you in many ways possible, it drives you absolutely insane sometimes.

“yeah? you like that? hmm.. how about you show me where else you would like me to touch you, go on.” his voice was just as hypnotic as his gaze.. lyney’s lips pressed against your neck as he waited for you to show him. “c’mon, you can do this.” he urged you on, you could feel your hands moving on their own as your hands made their way to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples in between your fingers with your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, sending nothing but deep electric vibrations throughout your body. “l—lyney.. here. i want you to touch me here.” your voice was laced with honey, the magician could’ve sworn he could taste and sense the need and want in your tone, it only made him desire you more. “mm.. we both know that’s not all, sweetheart. show me another, and show me how you want me to touch you there.” your other hand came down slowly, lazily playing with your clit as your body shook at the even the softest touch. lyney hummed against your ear as he pressed his finger gently against your lips, trying to silence you as he gazed down at your swollen belly the blonde magician held you close, pumping two fingers inside your hole, smirking against your skin. “there, there.. good girl. such a good girl for me, are you?”

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

— “alright.. i have this, this and this for you. do you need anything else? still hungry?”

KAVEH is a a good and caring husband.. though sometimes he’s a little too busy, which often frustrates you since he isn’t there to support and be by your side half of the time. honestly, you can’t blame him sometimes, he always comes home late with a shit ton of papers and piles and piles of sketches and drawings he made that day, kaveh’s always busy, you can’t stop or deny that. most of the time, he makes up to you by providing you with the things you like.. like food you’ve been craving! kaveh adores talking to his baby within your belly, always talking about how ‘papa is always there for them’ and how much he loves them. to put it in a more easier way, the young architect considers your pregnancy an absolute blessing, you were sure he kissed the floor and thanked every star in the universe when he found out you were expecting his little one, he was overjoyed! despite his busy tasks, kaveh will be willing to provide you with anything you want. especially pleasure.

“you want me to please you here?” his voice rung in your ears, nodding slowly as you bit your lip. you missed this, you missed him. kaveh had too many rough and difficult schedules already, you missed him and his touch.. you missed everything, but tonight he was gonna give it all. your lashes slowly fluttered open as your hands tightened your grip on his shoulder, kaveh smiled softly, his eyes looking deep into yours with affection. "i’m giving you what you want now, sweet angel.” the architect caressed your thighs as he slowly lifted your dress up and started to caress your stomach. "you’ve certainly become quite attractive with your pregnancy bumps," he whispered softly, smiling warmly before he allowed his urges take over, closing his eyes as his tongue mingled with your folds, giving small kitty licks before pushing himself further into you, savouring your juices. he was slow, yes.. but he wanted to get used to your taste again, flicking his muscle against your sensitive bundles of nerves as he allowed himself to get lost in your taste, palming the bulge through his pants. “let go, lovely. let me claim you once more.”

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄

— “tell me, go on. what do you need? i’m in all ears.”

AL-HAITHAM is a hard individual to read, that’s for sure. sometimes you couldn’t really tell if he was happy about some story you decided to share with him and whatnot, but one thing you do know is that he’s absolutely thrilled about your pregnancy. alhaitham would be lying to himself if he said that the sight of your expanded belly didn’t awaken something in him. he’s always there, helping you around despite how busy he gets sometimes.. he’s calm and collected, sometimes you’d catch him talking to your baby when you’re asleep, talking about how pretty their mama is, and how excited he is to teach them about his own knowledge about this world they’re about to enter, he’s excited for his baby to be born and you know it. well.. maybe a little too exited.

he tried to be gentle, he really did. but you know he can’t resist you when you’re whining and whimpering like this, especially with that beautiful round belly of yours. alhaitham can’t help himself, really. he was needy, needy for you. he needed you and he needed you now. the scribe bit his lip as his large hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you further against him as his cock slid into your cunt so perfectly. alhaitham’s thoughts went blank at the sound of you calling his name in that way, as if you were speaking words of pure music. “mmh.. look at you. look at how good you’re taking me, even when you’re pregnant you’re still a slut for my cock now, aren’t you?” his hair fell onto his shoulders in wet clumps, “so fuckin’ full, so damn soft. you’re all round and smooth, the perfect body to bear our children." his dick buried myself into your walls, your juices coating it with white, “just like all my other possessions, this body is mine. maybe i should even put my name on it.. so damn perfect, yeah?”

[babbymochiiii]

⊹₊ ⋆ᯓ★ street racer mark lee

❤︎ ໋𓈒 street racer!mark x afab!reader; you can ride me...or you can ride with me.

ʚ warnings: not proof read, ngl i'm pretty lazy with the smut here...so bare with me cause i was losing the creative juice for it 💀, some boob loving, oral/fingering (f), p in v, unprotected sex (pls...use a condom), mark is drunk on pussy 🤷🏽, creampie x2, possessive mark, dub con, backseat sex, johnny being an asshole of not respecting your space, screaming match between mark and reader, and lots of curse words being thrown around one another. won't lie the second smut scene might make some of my readers uncomfortable due to the content it has and how mark just handles the situation, so i will be putting a little warning sign between the dialogue so if you wish to skip it you can, i don't think you need to have full context of what happens as i feel like the dialogue that comes after explains itself. 

ʚ to hear that songs that lowkey had some inspiration to this fic, here is the link to the spotify playlist i made; click here for street racer! mark playlist!

ʚ author’s note: yes this is me adding more about street racer mark from my first ever post here…but with a bit more fun >:) enjoy! originally, i did want to get this out before mark’s b-day, but my bf was in town from school and we’ll all writing plans went out the window and i had to take advantage of my time with him 😩🫶🏼 other than that note, i have been writing here and there for this post as much as i could or really come up with on the spot cause my brain is in a little :P mood for a while now so… ✨motivation is fast and furious ✨

ʚ word count: 7.4k words

❤︎ ໋𓈒 if you haven't read the past parts to this series, here is the series m.list!

street racer!mark who loves the adrenaline rush he gets every time he races.

street racer! mark who is honestly pretty cold and straight forward with people but is a honestly a golden retriever with his tight circle. (He’s a Doberman basically)

street racer! mark from the first moment he saw you, he knew you were his.

street racer! mark who was ready to bash his opponents head into his steering wheel for even looking at you the way he did when you were set up as their flag girl (though he knew he couldn’t but that wouldn’t stop him)

street racer! mark who honestly catches johnny off guard when he acts all sweet and nice to you after you helped start the race he just finished (and won)

street racer! mark who realized he lowkey made a fool of himself when he asked you to be his sugar mama, but couldn’t help but feel his soul sore when he heard you laugh at his rambling

street racer! mark who knew the moment that you agreed to hanging out with him after his two races, you were meant to be his

street racer! mark who honestly cornered your friend into a corner and convinced her to give him your number after not seeing you for a month (he’s quite convincing without doing much)

street racer! mark who feels like a hormonal teenage boy feeling extremely nervous when texting you due to the fact that he wasn’t sure how your relationship with him stood

street racer! mark who the moments he sends the first text he throws his phone onto his bed before shoving his face between his hands because he knows that you have him whipped after one interaction

street racer! mark who jumps at the sound of his phone signaling that he had a new text message, and with a racing heart, grabs his phone and instantly felt his face heat up in ecstasy and a small laugh of embarrassment for not explaining that it was him in the first place when you asked who was texting you

street racer! mark who invites you out to the races tonight, shooting a blank bullet knowing it was hit or miss if you came out tonight or not; but to his delight you ended up saying yes causing him to jump up and let out a “HELL YEAH!” in the process while gaining a weird look from haechan as he walked passed his door

street racer! mark who watches your interaction with johnny from afar, his jaw set as he tries not to storm over. but the moment he sees johnny reach towards your hair and pull it out of the make-shift low bun you had something within him set ablaze and he started to make his way towards you.

“y/n! there you are!” he called out as he was close enough to be in your ear shot. “mark, hey!” you said as you turned and looked at him with a wide smile. “so I was thinking, do you possibly want to get in the car with me for my next race?” he asked you as he looked at you with a look that he knew you couldn’t refuse his offer. you have a look of hesitance. “i mean is that allowed? like dude, I’m not trying to break any rules that says I’m not supposed to do this so like—“ you rambled as you looked between mark and johnny for reassurance (it bothered him you looked at johnny with that look on your face and not just him…) “nah bro, you good. besides it’s sort of really freaking rare if someone sat in the passenger seat with the driver unless that person is on their team.” he made sure to reassure you as he placed his arm around your shoulders and bringing you to his side. you looked up at mark and gave him a wide smile of excitement, that to him, makes your eyes sparkle with said emotion. “then, yeah I’ll go ride with you.”

street racer! mark who can’t stop laughing at the way you scream his name out as he speeds down the roads. several squeals leave your lips as you also laughed out as he could tell was your adrenaline causing you to react in that way.

street racer! mark who can’t help but feel the pride swell in his chest as you cheer him on for winning the race.

street racer! mark who can’t help but hold in his laugh knowing that he caught you off guard with his slight flirt comment.

“all thanks to you.” “dude, you’re flirting.” you said as mark watched your jaw drop slightly in shock. with the small silence that falls between the two of you, makes you both laugh out over the moment.

street racer! mark who doesn’t think twice about leaning in (nor did he care) as he watched you lean in as well with hooded eyes.

street racer!mark who was ready to end johnny’s life as he knew he purposely slammed the car’s hood and squeezed in between the two of you for conversation.

street racer! mark who was trying his best to keep his cool in front of you as he continued the conversation.

“you should’ve heard how she was screaming at the top of her lungs.” mark said as he laughs about your reaction. “yeah i bet she was pretty loud.” johnny said with a cocky smirk while looking down at you.

street racer! mark who was picturing 1,000 ways of his killing his so called friend after the comment he made, but of course that didn’t stop for either of their slip up in front of you as they glared at one another with a knowing look.

street racer! mark who despite the fact he said goodbye to you with glee, he turned around back towards johnny, who he too was turning towards mark, losing the smile on his face as an intense silence falls before them.

"what are you getting at Suh?" mark said getting straight to the point. "don't know what you mean, Lee." johnny said with a smirk as the situation wasn't obvious. "you know i'm going after her." mark said as he felt his anger starting to take over him. johnny scoffs. "it's not like you laid a claim on her just yet mark. she's free game."

street racer! mark who knew with the way johnny smiled at him meant nothing good, and knew that if he wanted you to be his and only his, he had to find ways (and he always found a way)

street racer! mark who coincidentally bumped into you on college campus and somehow convinced you to hang out with him outside of the car meet (anything to get the upper hand)

street racer! mark who couldn't stop staring at you when he took you to a diner that is a couple miles out of town; you were scared of course, but mark reassured you that everything was going to be okay with him beside you (and dude has a gun with him so really yall are fine-)

street racer! mark who somehow convinced you to go with him to a tattoo/piercing shop with him.

"you're getting your eyebrow pierced?" you asked with an intrigued tone lacing around your question. "yeah, i mean, why not? been wanting to get one honestly." mark said as he gave you a quick glance as he continued to drive down the road towards the shop. "i think you'll look good with it." you said softly as you felt yourself blush at the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. suddenly, the thought was more than just innocent thought. mark is a very good looking man, you couldn't deny it as you felt yourself attracted, but for some reason the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing....it makes you squeeze your thighs together. you tried to be discreet about it, as said man you're fantasizing about it right next to you.

street racer! mark who doesn't miss the way you clench your thighs together as you continue savoring the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. his free hand runs along the bottom of his bottom lip as a smirk stretches on his face at the thought of you getting turned on. the hand on steering wheel tightens slightly at the thought of you in such a way for him to the point that his knuckles turn white, before he let's go of his grip to calm himself down as you both have arrived to the shop.

"ready?" you asked mark as you both walked towards the front door of said shop. "ready than never, baby." mark said lowly in such a sultry tone, that it visible made chills run down your spine and for a slight blush dust on your face and neck, as you tried to look away from him, but he could read your body language by now and it only made him chuckle to himself.

street racer! mark who sits down on the chair the body piercer has in their room as they prep everything for the procedure.

when mark look's toward you he swears you're more nervous for him that he is for himself. "you okay, baby?" he asked as he couldn't help but smirk at you, but still took hold of your hand in his in a gentle hold. "y-yeah, just...you know. it's a big needle." you mumbled as you look down to where his thumb was rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles to distract you from your own nerves. "i'll be okay, don't worry too much for me baby." mark said as he gave you a small squeeze of reassurance.

street racer! mark who couldn’t help but feel his ego swell due to the fact that you couldn’t stop looking at him with his new piercing.

“you okay baby?” mark asked as he gave you a quick glance in the car before looking back towards the road. “huh? oh— uh yeah, i’m fine!” you squeaked out embarrassed as you looked at your hands resting at your lap. your nails are looking really interesting right now. mark smirked at your reaction before he continued to drive to your dorm complex.

street racer! mark who makes sure that everyone knows that you are his. does not give a flying fuck honestly at how people react when you’re with him, he knows has to stop it and doesn’t care how he’s gotta get them to shut up. but of course, there is johnny…who doesn’t know what isn’t yours, you shouldn’t touch.

street racer! mark who is fed up with johnny’s bs of blatantly flirting with you in front of him. to which he takes measures into his own hand and asks you out on an official date with him tomorrow night.

“on—on a date?” you asked him as he saw the way your face and neck started to flush in a delicate red shade. “yes, thought i’d make it official.” mark said as he leaned in slightly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “i— yeah i would love to.” you mumbled softly to him as he let his hand linger softly on your cheek, causing you to flush deeper. “great i’ll pick you up, baby.” mark said as he placed a quick, tender kiss on your forehead. when mark stood straight, he looked behind you and saw the way johnny was sending him glares towards him, that mark couldn’t help but smirk at him before he took your hand and brought you to his car.

street racer! mark who goes all out for your first date with him. he was honestly a nervous wreck, but was pulling though seeing how brightly you were smiling at him, and just how your eyes caught the light just right...it made his heart go into overdrive at the sight before him.

street racer! mark who is such a gentleman throughout the whole date that you honestly can't help but make the first move on him when he dropped you off at your dorm room's door.

"i had a good night tonight." you said softly as you looked up towards mark with a small smile on your face and with a knowing blush resting on your face. "i'm glad you enjoyed it baby. anything for you." mark said as he looked down at you with a boyish smile playing on his face. something about the way mark looked in front of you had you in a daze. his black hair in a messy slicked back hairstyle with some strands of hair falling in his face. the classic leather black jacket he wore, this time with a white shirt underneath the jacket, black belt wrapped around blue jeans, as he wore black boots with his whole outfit. your mouth was honestly watering at the sight in front of you. "do you want to go on a da—" mark started but was cut off with the feeling of you taking hold of his shirt in your hand and pulling him down to your level. "—date?" "shut up and kiss me mark." you commanded softly as you eyed the way he licked his lips. without saying a word, mark leaned in and delivered one hell of a bruising kiss. nothing about the kiss was delicate like he was treating you all night. the kiss was straight passion that was breaking through the restraints that held around mark as all he's been wanting to do was devour you whole. there was some teeth clash, but neither of you cared as all you both wanted was to get closer to the other as you tried to fight for dominance in the kiss. you instantly gave up in trying to win for dominance when mark's tongue grazed along yours, causing you to whimper in the kiss as you felt yourself melting at the taste and feeling of him.

street racer! mark who was trying to be a complete and utter gentleman when it came to wanting to take things further with you, but didn't want to push things further if you weren't willing to push at the boundaries as well.

"baby." mark mumbled in the kiss before pulling himself apart, as much to both of yours protest. "i don't want to do anything you don't want to do." mark said as he felt your hands wrap themselves around his neck and find the length of his hair and pull at it, causing for a groan to escape his lips. mark felt himself twitch in his jeans as tugged again at his roots, causing him to bite his bottom lip and look down at you. "mark please...i need you" you muttered your plea as you looked up at him with such doe eyes and a small pout that mark knew that he was completely at your mercy.

street racer! mark who the moment you opened your door and walked inside, he had you pinned against the closed door.

"are you sure you want to do this?" mark said as he looked down at you where you were caged between his arms. "yes." you breathlessly moaned out as you arched your back where your chest grazed his, just to show him how willing you are. "fuck..." mark mumbled before he placed his had at the back of your neck and pulled you into another throb-inducing-kiss. clothes started to come off between the two of you as you walked towards your bed, where mark wanted everything to be comfortable, mostly for you. you were only left in your underwear as you laid so pretty under the dim lighting of your bedroom. mark swore under his breath as he watched the way your chest rises and falls in quick breathes. his eyes travel over the expense of your exposed skin. it didn't take long for mark to find himself between your thighs. he captured your lips into a gentle kiss, completely different from before. inviting as the kiss was, it quickly turned harsh and hot when you bit mark's bottom lip. mark led his kisses down your neck in open mouth kisses, leaving blossoming bruises on the juncture that was between your neck and shoulder. as mark's lips traveled down your sternum, you started to release more breathy moans as the ticklish sensations over your flushed skin. mark took hold of your plumped breasts into each of his hand and gave them a slight squeeze, earning a delicious moan from you. encouraged, he takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth and suck on them lightly while tracing the tip of his tongue over it. you started to mumble curses as mark began to stimulate your neglected nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. he pulled on the nipple as he simultaneously bit down softly and tug on the nipple in his mouth causing for you to arch your back off of your bed and moan out loudly. with a lewd pop, mark started to kiss down your navel leaving slight nips in his path. once he reached down your clothed cunt, he started to place small, quick pecks where your clit lays. seeing the way you reacted. without wanting to wait to devour you any longer, mark rips your underwear in half with a rasped promise; "i'll buy you a new one baby, don't worry." was the last you heard before a moan rips through you as he placed a hard press of his tongue between your wet folds. mark starts to eat you out in a rhythm-ed pace that his tongue and fingers followed as they went inside of you, curling the front of the digits against your gummy walls. as mark continued, he felt you clench around his fingers and tongue. with one last push and curl, he had you arching your back off of your bed with a loud moan as you came. mark helped you ride out your orgasm with slow thrusts of his fingers. as you came calmed down from the intensity of the orgasm, you failed to notice mark pulling down his pants freeing his hard, aching length from it's death trap. mark gave himself a few pumps before he leaned above you. he lined himself up to your gaping entrance, but wanted to distract you due to the fact he feels like he didn't stretch you out enough with his fingers.

mark placed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, that made you fully pull your focus into the kiss. as he continued to kiss you, mark pushed himself into your first ring of resistance. you whimpered at the sensation of the stretch, while mark moaned at how tight you felt around him. mark slowly pumped himself in and out, slowly, resting the waters a bit to see how you would react to his movements. as mark started to pick up his pace, you both completely lose yourselves to the sensation you were feeling. mark was completely weak in the knees as he felt the way your gummy walls milked him with each stroke. not realizing how lost he was in the feeling, mark speed up to such a delicious pace it had you rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. you could hear mark mumbling incoherent sentences, but you were able to catch some of the words that slipped out of his mouth; “so fucking tight.”; “she’s sucking me in so good— fuck.” ; “that’s it baby, take me just like that…”;“listen to her, she’s fucking talking to me.” with each sentence that you could catch beyond your moans and his grunts, caused you to clench around him uncontrollably, that only causes mark to keep losing the little resolve he had left. "baby, if you keep clenching me like that...i'm not going to last long." mark said as he felt himself just continuing his brutal pace that had him grazing against your cervix in such a delicious way, that you swore you would give this man whatever he wanted if it meant that he could keep making you feel the way you do right now. "mark, please...please i'm so close! i—" you choked out a moan as he started to go in such a much faster pace than he was before (that was surprising you in all honestly) that your legs were practically on his shoulders at this point for the way he kept leaning against you to kiss between the valley of your breasts, along the juncture of your neck and jaw. you could feel the long, burning tell-tale of your orgasm fast approaching, especially if mark kept up with the fast pace that his hips where sending against yours. making your entire body jump up against his thrusts. "fuck, baby you're so beautiful taking me the way you are and how you're looking at me." mark grunted out as he whipped a strand of hair that was clinging to your sweaty forehead. "so beautiful — shit — and all mine." mark said, and in that moment it was as if something officially snapped within his mind because if he was going fast now, he was going in faster (that you swore wasn't humanly possible but he was proving you wrong.) "say it." he said as his hand went down your navel, and pressed his thumb down hard onto your throbbing clit, causing you to arch your back at the sensation mixing in with his ruthless thrusts. "say it for me baby, please i need to hear it." mark moaned out, that sounded like an a whimper by the end. you knew then and there that he was close to his orgasm as much as you are as he wanted that one finally push and his hips started to stutter. "m-mark, i'm all yours!" you squealed out as mark started to rub his fingers in a messy side-to-side matter against your clit that without warning you came loud and hard. mark swore he was in heaven the moment he felt you clench his cock in such a vice grip that it was almost impossible to continue thrusting himself into you. but along with you, mark groaned as he let out his load inside of you (not really thinking of the consequences it could bring of course.) mark rode out his orgasm, while helping you through yours.

street racer! mark who watches you with such tender expression that it hurts his heart knowing how quickly you came into his world and took him off of the course he was on. (he's in love with you)

street racer! mark who slowly removes himself from inside of you with a groan, before quietly leaving your side to go to your bathroom to grab a soft towel to clean you up with.

you felt something gently graze over your sensitive entrance that caused you to let out a small whimper at the sensation. "hey...sorry i don't mean to hurt you baby. just trying to clean you up so we can go shower and sleep for the night." mark said gently as he lifted himself up and started to place sweet, gentle kisses on your face as he watched you slowly lift up your hooded eyelids that were heavy with sleep. "okay..." you said softly as you gave mark a small smile. you and mark looked at one another with such tenderness that you honestly felt like you were gonna go into some sort of cardiac arrest at the way your heart was beating out of it's normal pace. "hi." you said shyly as you didn't know what to say to him. mark chuckled as he saw the shy blush carry itself across your face and chest. "hi, baby." he said softly as he placed a kiss onto your forehead. "come on, lemme help you into the shower." he said as he placed his arms around your neck and the back of your knees.

street racer! mark who was absolutely incredible at aftercare that honestly made you want to cry due to the fact he paid such attention on your needs, that you just felt so loved.

street racer! mark who after your shower, gives you a shirt he found in your closet and brings you to bed. makes sure you drink your water, and that you get all the cuddles in as you both get some much needed sleep.

street racer! mark who hasn't seen you in a while due to you become busy with schoolwork as it became one of the busiest week of the school year.

street racer! mark who is excited when he steps out of his car in front of your school campus as he goes to the other side of his car to lean against it, to surprise you with a pick up ride from him, when the smile he had on his face falls as he sees you walking out with some guy at your side.

street racer! mark who can see the way you're smiling at him and tilted your head back in laughter, by the way your shoulders shook up and down, from what he said. whatever he could've said, couldn't be that funny.

street racer! mark who watches the way your eyes lit up at the exact moment that you looked forward again, that he couldn't help but feel reassured in himself when you left with a quick goodbye to the guy behind you and made a full sprint towards mark.

"mark!" you squealed out in happiness as you opened your arms open as you jumped into mark's waiting arms for you. mark spun the two of you around quickly as he held you in a tight hug that he wasn't quite ready to let go of you. "hey baby." he greeted you before he placed a kiss onto your lips. "what are you doing here?" you said as you looked up at him with such an infectious smile that he couldn't help the way his smile grew wider. "wanted to surprise you baby." he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "ooh! a surprise, are we going somewhere?" you asked as you bit your bottom lip in excitement. "you could say something like that." mark teased you as he opened your door for you.

street racer! mark who lowkey disassociates as he drives on your way to your shared dorm room. he couldn't help but think about what he saw when he picked you up. something possessive paced within his chest, that honestly was slightly unsettling to him but he couldn't help but let the feeling grow and manifest inside of him.

street racer! mark who takes a detour from the original route that he usually takes to your place. he tried not to pay attention to the look you gave him from his peripheral vision.

⚠️CAN SKIP SCENE IF YOU WISH⚠️

"mark? why are we going this way?" you questioned quietly as you looked around the trees that were starting to surround you and the car. you were met with silence as you looked at the far out expression on his face. the silence felt so loud for you as you waited for mark to react to your question. as you opened your mouth to say something, mark suddenly breaks his car in the middle of the off-the-beaten road. silence once again takes over the two of you, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the car. you were about to speak up, but mark beat you to it. "surprise." he said in a mono toned voice. you felt a shiver run up your spine at the way he spoke to you. you've never heard him use this tone to you nor around you. it felt like a completely different person beside you. "surprise?" you questioned, afraid to add more to your question not knowing how his response is. "this is the surprise i have for you baby." mark said in a tone that was too overly sweet and it was starting to make you feel uneasy. "mark..." "who was that guy baby?" mark asked you as he tilted his head to the side, trying to seem innocent and curious. you studied mark's expression as much as you can as you tried to find some slip up on his end. seeing that he was being consistent with the front he is having, you sighed. "he's in a class of mine." mark hummed out as he looked past your shoulder with a small nod. "a guy from your class..." he mumbled out, still having that far out look on his face. when mark looked back at you, the look in his eyes almost made you flinch if he didn't reach over to you grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward. "why were you all smiles with him? don't you know you're mine? i don't get it." mark said as he looked down briefly before looking back at you. "why were you smiling at him?" he asked as he pouted at you. you honestly felt like you were gonna get whiplash. "i was being polite?" you questioned yourself at this point cause you didn't know how to approach it. mark just stared at you as the grip on the back of your neck tightened slightly as he adjusted his fingers. he reaches over with his free hand and grabs hold of you face, squishing your cheeks together to create an embarrassing pout on your lips. "get in the back seat." mark said with a side gesture of his head. you looked towards the small section of mark's car that he called his backseat. you didn't know what to make head or tail of. one part of you wanted to go cry about this cause you weren't sure where to put your emotions in, but the other part of you...she couldn't help but feel turned on by the situation you were in with mark. the way he let his possessive side show in such a raw way, made something primal rise within you. seeing that you weren't moving fast enough for him, mark repeated his command. "get in the back seat, baby." with a small gulp of uncertainty and of anticipation, you started to head towards the backseat. once situated in the backseat, you couldn't help but feel the tension rise as you saw the way mark was looking at you. a predator looking at it's prey. mark looked at you with such a predatory look in his eyes, pupils completely darken over with lust, it made you shudder and clamp your thighs together. he soon hoped over to the back seat with you and without missing a beat, he took hold of your ankle and yanked you down the seat to where he was above of you. a gasp leaves your lips as you looked up towards mark with wide eyes. without saying anything to you, mark takes holds of your hips and turns you around; ass up and face down. “mark can we please talk properly!?” you cried out as you tried to push his hands away from your hips as they tried to hook around the waist band of your skirt. "shh s'okay baby, i'm going to make you forget completely about your classmate." "mark! please..." you moaned out as you started to feel him play with your sensitive nub. "we're talking baby." mark said as he preoccupied himself with taking his half harden length out of the confines of his jeans.

“this isn’t how it’s supposed to be mark!” you cried out as you felt him push your panties to the side and start to rub himself against your slightly glistening folds. "i'd say this talk to going the way it's supposed to baby." was all he said as he continued to rub himself against your folds to the point where it was fully hard and dying to get inside of you. "besides you want me just as much as i want you. can't you feel how wet you are for me baby?" mark questions as he starts to tease your entrance with his swollen tip. you were completely torn. you didn't know what to do considering mark was not going to have an actual conversation regarding the situation the two of you are in. he just wanted to fuck this whole argument out of your system to get it over with and it just isn't supposed to be like that...you know this. but why was he making you feel so good about it. mentally you knew this whole ordeal was wrong but...physically you wanted him. you wanted to cry as you felt such intense and confused emotions, you just didn't know what to place what to what anymore. you truly couldn't find your voice in this situation, and it frustrated you to no end that you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. "please mark..." you whimpered out as you felt yourself starting to dissociate. "fuck baby, anything for you." mark said as he started to insert his length inside of you. as mark fully inserted himself inside of you he let out a pleasured moan, while you let out a whimpered cry. nothing that was happening to you felt real. absolutely nothing. mark continued pleasuring himself and you were completely disconnected. you weren't even sure if you actually came or you just faked it so it could be all over with. all you knew is that mark came inside of you, pulled out and covered you once again with your panties. letting his come ooze out of you and fall onto your panties, creating an uncomfortable feeling. "you're so good for me baby." mark whispered into your ear as he pushed your hair behind your ear and placed a chaste kiss on your temple. tears fell from your eyes as utter disgust consumed your entire being.

street racer! mark who has been noticing things have been rocky between the two of you since he picked you up from your class two weeks ago. but still has high hopes for the two of you as he sees that you are still reaching out to him in the best way you can.

street racer! mark who brings you to the car meets after the two weeks of rocky tension, to which he is completely happy and his "normal self" around you while he goes and does his races. and completely misses the way johnny watches your every move so he can have a chance to talk to you.

you were standing off to the side of the crowd in your own world as you waited for mark to finish his set races today. you were in your own world for so long, that you didn't notice that johnny has approached you until he waves his hand in your face. "oh..." you said softly as you blinked your eyes before looking up at johnny with a awkward smile. "hi, johnny." "hey sweetheart, you alright? i'm seeing you all alone and wanted to see how you're doing?" johnny says as he looked at you with a concerned look on his face. "oh i'm fine. just a bit tired from school and all." you said softly trying to shrug johnny off of you. "and mark's got you out here late? he should've just let you rest at your apartment." johnny said as he frowned his eyebrows. "yeah he wanted me to stay home and get some rest but i wanted to come out and support him since i know he has quite of few races set out for him tonight." you lied through your teeth as you gave johnny a smile. "you know..." johnny trials off as he rubs his hand on his chin before his gaze turned up on you. "...if you were my girl this wouldn't be happening to you." "excuse me?" you questioned as you felt a scoff leaves your lips as you looked at him in disbelief of what he just said to you. "i could be a better boyfriend than mark can be to you sweetheart." he said a he went to go and graze his hand on your face. you gently swatted johnny's hand away from your face before it made contact. "mark's not my boyfriend johnny." "oh really? he never made it official. this whole time i thought he has for the way he acts around you." johnny says as he rolls his eyes at the mere thought that mark has been with you for two months and hasn't grown the balls to make it official with you yet. "well...i'm not rushing him for making it official, johnny." you said as you took a step so you could create a space between yourself and johnny. "why are you even waiting when he's clearly comfortable in the position you guys are in." johnny says as he takes a step towards you, closing the space between the two of you. you rolled your eyes at him as you took a step backwards still trying to keep a good distant between him. not liking the fact that you keep distancing yourself from him, johnny takes hold of your wrist. "i could be a better boyfriend than him, angel." he whispers into your ear. "let me go!"

street racer! mark who finishes the first half of his races and looks for you the moment he parked his car. as he looked for you amongst the crowd, finally landed his eyes onto your figure. but what he saw was making him see red.

street racer! mark who sees the way you and johnny are both cozy against the other, as johnny holds you close to his form. even though he fails to see the obvious discomfort on your face, mark comes up with 1 to 1 million ways that this is you moving on from him and he just couldn't have it that way what's so ever.

street racer! mark who races towards the two of you. pushes johnny off of you and taking hold of your wrist in his hand and dragging you behind him to his car. damn the rest of the races he had planned out for the rest of the night...he wanted to deal with you.

"mark! slow down!" you cried out behind him as you stumbled on your steps as he was moving too fast for you to catch up to him. you were met with silence from him as he continued to drag you behind him. the only response you got from him was the hold on your wrist tightening to the point where it started to pinch your skin in between his fingers. the sensation causes you to wince. mark slightly faltered at the sound of your pained grunt, but continued pushing through the crowd towards his car. one you both made it to his car, mark opened the passenger's door and pushed you inside before he slammed the door shut. this causes you to flinch at the sound and the sudden jerked motion the car had due to the force of the car door slamming shut in your face. you honestly didn't know what was going to happen to you right now. you've never seen mark this mad before. yes...there was the instance with your classmate but this...this was a different mark. this wasn't the mark that you got to know. mark got into his side of the car with slam of his car door as well. without saying anything to you, he starts the car and has the car moving faster before you could get something into the tense air between the two of you. "mark—" "why do you do this!?" mark yells out as he starts to speed down the dirt road that leads out of the car meet. "do what mark!? what did i do?" you cried out as you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes as you felt yourself get frustrated as you knew where this was going to go now. "why the fuck were you so close to johnny? of all fucking people, him! you know how he makes me feel!" mark yells out as he slams one hand on the steering wheel. "mark...johnny was trying his usual shit on me yes! i was trying to get out of the situation but he wasn't letting me!" you said as tears started to fall down your face. "i don't fucking believe you." mark said with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. you felt your heart sink at the declaration he made about you. "are—" you cut yourself off as you felt a laugh bubble in your throat, letting yourself know that you are starting to fall into some sort of shock. "—are you fucking serious right now mark lee? do you FUCKING HEAR YOURSELF!?" you screamed out as more tears started to fall down your face in pure blistering anger. "i wouldn't be surprised if you've thrown yourself at him. i've seen the way you look at that motherfucker." mark says as he presses down on the gas peddle causing the car to jerk faster down the road. you looked towards the car's speedometer and was met with '100 mph' in bold, bright lettering. "mark slow down." you said as you stared at the speedometer and towards the outside of your window to see the dark sky and trees in a complete blur of speed. "mark slow down!" you cried out again. "just SHUT UP!" mark screamed out as he looked towards you with such intense anger in his eyes that you swore this man hates you from the way he is just treating you. you opened your mouth to say something but the next thing that you remember hearing was the sound of shattering glass and a gasp leave your lips, before your world goes completely black.

street racer! mark who groggily wakes up to intense bright lighting in his eyes, and he thinks that he simply left the lights on of his room again, until he starts to hear the slow beeping sounds around him.

street racer! mark who fully opens his eyes and takes in his surrounding to see that he is laying in a hospital bed, and his right arm is in a cast and a sling. he starts to wonder what happened, but all he can remember was the argument in the car with you and then everything went blank from there.

street racer! mark who gasps finally realizing that you were in the accident too and started to feel himself panic seeing that you weren't near him nor in the same room as him.

"you're finally awake." mark heard a voice say at the foot of his bed. mark looked towards the standing figure of his bed and recognized your best friend. he noticed the blood shot and puffy eyes she adored and couldn't help but assume the worst. "is she...is she—" "she's fine and thankfully very much alive, no thanks to you." she snaps as she gave him a look of pure disgust. mark rolls his eyes at her tone, but continues the conversation as if she never even spoke. "i want to go see her." he said as he tried to sit up but winces due to the sharp pain at his side. "you have bruised ribs, so i would lay down if i were you." she muttered as she sent daggers towards mark. "besides, i'm not letting you seeing her." she said as she crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow towards him as if daring him to challenge her. "the fuck? i can see her if i want. you don't get a say in that!" mark said as he started to feel his anger get the best of him. "you are the reason she is in a hospital bed right now! you are the reason she has a fucking coma!" your best friend yelled out as she pointed an accusing finger towards him as she tried to hold back the tears that are stinging her eyes due to the pure anger she was feeling. "a c-coma?" mark said as he looked at her with wide eyes. "yeah, a coma. the doctors don't know when she will wake up...the chances are low."

street racer! mark who felt his entire self being shatter at the thought of you not remembering anything that has happened.

"a coma..." mark muttered to himself as he felt himself start to zone out due to the shock the news brought him.

ʚ a/n: to be completely honest with you, i wasn't really expecting to take it this way but i honestly like how it turned out because it adds a bit of drama to this fic and truly shows the persona i created for mark in this au. just wanted yall to go through what the reader goes through in seeing his true persona! lemme know your thoughts!!  

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just a kiss 、 multi . ₊˚ ♱

♱ synopsis ﹒ honkai starrail men kissing you

♱ characters ﹒ dr.ratio 、 moze 、 sunday 、 boothill .

♱ admin note ﹒ hello everyone ! irl stuff has been eating me up lately , sorry </3 i’ve finally got some time to write !⠀ ⠀..⠀ ⠀ cw ﹒sfw .

﹒ MOZE

he’s somewhat reserved and introverted, but that fact doesn’t stop him from being bold. if he wants to kiss you or if you want one; he’ll give you a peck on the cheek or a quick one on your lips — expect in serious situations — he isn’t shy to publicly give you affection as much as in private, just simple as — you want a kiss? ok, smooch! what does he have to be embarrassed or ashamed of?

his lips are semi - thin and are somewhat chapped — though you don’t mind — when you kiss; his lips are soft and gentle. you can smell the faint scent of death lingering among him and he can smell the fragrant scent clinging to your skin, usually humming in delight.

you can feel the genuine affection from his kisses; being so soft and gentle, like you were glass and if he put too much pressure you would break. gently puts both his hand on your cheek, while putting chaste kisses all over your face.. oh my god i’m melting

loves to kiss your cheek and lips, something sparks inside him every time you both kiss; it’s like you’re the warm glow in the cold winter night.

he overall just wants to protect you and keep you safe, you’re so precious to him and make him happy thank you would ever know, he might not be good at wording things but he is straight forward in telling you that he loves you and a little peck on your lips, he doesn’t want you to doubt yourself. ღ

﹒ SUNDAY

kissing sunday is a rarity, mainly so in public, he has an appearance as an important figure so he keeps stuff like kisses and affection private. but he will reach for your hand and kiss it in appropriate moments like meetings and such, of course.. what a gentle man

but alone — he’s more affectionate and kisses you more, more so on your cheeks and lips

chaste kisses ; his lips are so soft and you can feel the love being genuine from his lips, syrupy words coming from his mouth, he’s so lovable with you!

his lips are downward-turned and a pale pink that blends well with his skin tone. when you kiss you can smell a nice fresh scent sticking to his clothes and body, he’s well taken care of so there isn’t much a surprise of that.

loves to kiss your hand and lips, seeing your smile afterwards is always a pleasure to him. ღ

﹒ DR . RATIO

honestly, i don’t write him much but i don’t see him the affectionate type…he’s more words than actions so there would be barely any pda also since he wants to keep a professional look, he gets urges tho.

he doesn’t mind it if you’re the one to intend kisses in public, he doesn’t find it necessary and you should know he loves you; he isn’t in much relationship nor has time or holds any importance to it so he’s new to stuff like that..

occasionally will give you a chaste kiss on your forehead , lips or on your shoulders but nothing really else. his lips are a cupids bow; they are a plum pink and warm on your skin. he smells like fresh herbs and white chocolate. ღ

﹒ BOOTHILL

boothill is the same as moze — somewhat. he kisses you anytime and anywhere, expect in super serious situations or certain ones. usually he doesn’t care what other people think or say, will shamelessly make out with you to prove his point — though that somewhat happens since he can get jealous easily.

his lips are thin and is a very pale pink that almost match his skin tone, his kisses can be a mixed of rough and gentle at times. he feels warm and his lips are soft and smooth, nice against yours.

loves to kiss any part of you, a feel of you is equal to heaven, you yourself is so soothing and precious. since the only thing he can genuinely feel is his face he loves it when you cup his face when you both smooch, your hands bring him so much warmth and feels so affectionate .

if not his lips; kissing anywhere around his face is so precious to him, makes him feel warm and happy, having a visible smile—you’re his happiness and his .. basically everything, everything about you is perfect.. ღ

[my-jukebox]

I finished the one piece live action and I have to say, I loved it so much that I decided to write something!! Posting this on Sanji's birthday, because why not?

When you cook for them

Genre: Imagines, Fluff

Characters: (gn!reader) Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Shanks, and Mihawk.

Luffy

Would try to help you out but ends up eating most of the ingredients.

According to him, he's your taste tester and sous chef but God forbid, anyone letting him in the kitchen.

After throwing him out of the kitchen, you could finally cook in peace.

He would be pouting and everything when you get out of the kitchen but immediately smiles brightly when he sees the dishes all set out.

Would drool before you even serve him, and talks with his mouth full.

Devours the food like it's his last meal and savours every moment of it.

After eating, as a way of saying thanks, he would help you by cleaning the dishes (doesn't do a good job but who's complaining)

Zoro

Gets surprised when you say you're cooking for him and frankly, doesn't disturb you at all.

But makes jokes on how you'll burn the kitchen down, burn the food, and whatnot.

He sits wherever he can best watch you cook while sipping on his wine.

Every time you catch him gawking at you, he shrugs it off saying he was looking at the food instead, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Once you're done, he doesn't hesitate to dig in like there's no tomorrow.

It doesn't matter if you cook badly or not, he'll eat it without complaining because that's just how much he loves you.

He pours some wine for you and sits as close as he possibly can, intertwining your fingers together.

Will also help you clean up as an excuse to spend more time together.

Sanji

The most annoying out of everyone here, honestly.

Keeps asking you what you're adding and why, what you're making, and the usual "you're doing it all wrong babe."

Still lets you do your own thing while he looks over your shoulder.

If you add oregano to the pasta, he'll throw it out of your hands and won't even say anything about it.

After the final touches, you place the plate in front of him and look at him with hopes that he likes it.

For Sanji, anything you do for him is good enough. He won't ask for much.

As he finishes eating, he'll look at you and for the hell of it, says, "Not bad."

A glare is enough to shut him up and he smirks at you as you slowly break into laughter.

Nami

She would be the most delighted, after Luffy of course.

Volunteers to help out and goes grocery shopping with you.

You won't tell her what you're making, and she couldn't care less as long as you are the one making it.

Would love if you finish fast so you can give her attention but won't admit it.

Once you serve her, she's already humming and praising you.

Hopes you cook for her again, and next time she'll help out.

Shanks <3

Tells you that you don't have to but secretly loves that you're doing it for him.

Whether you like it or not, he's going to sit atop the counter and make his stupid puns, knowing you'll laugh at them even if they aren't funny.

He tells you stories of the crew and his adventures.

Helps you serve the food and has you sit with him on the counter as he eats.

Doesn't matter if the food is good or not, he is eternally grateful for your hard work and makes it known by his sweet gestures.

After he finishes, he smiles gently at you and gets off the counter.

If you ask him what he's doing, he'll kiss your forehead and say, "Don't you want dessert? My treat!!"

Ends up making the worst dessert but hey, at least he tried.

Mihawk

When he sees you cooking, he won't even question it and just lets you do whatever.

However, he will wrap his hands around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

Impatient as he is, he will keep asking you if you're done.

Once you're actually done, he'll say something along the lines of, "Took you forever."

Needless to say, he does appreciate the food you made for him, considering the shitty jobs he has to put up with.

The type to act like a food critic but knows shit about anything food-related.

Gives honest feedback though, but makes sure it doesn't hurt your feelings in any way.

This one was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed my first post. Feel free to request for more. I'll add a taglist if you guys want.

Do like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed!!

Masterlist

[rosemariiaa]

~A wish for us~

pairing: Paige x Azzi

a/n: this was supposed to be released way earlier… sorry! I write it in a poem style, it felt better that way lol. surprise for blondies birthday!! was planning on doing angst ngl to y’all but i wanted to be nice! happy reading lovelies 💌

themes: fluff

Enjoy!!!

Azzi leans against the doorframe,

watching as Paige steps into the room,

blue eyes sparkling with delight at the decorations—

purple balloons hanging in the air,

a vibrant celebration of another year,

another chance to love.

In her gaze, Azzi sees the look of love,

the kind that makes time stand still.

—

She remembers that morning,

both girls bare, wrapped in the white sheets,

sunlight pouring in,

Paige, a whirlwind of joy,

“Did you really do all this for me?”

Laughter spilling over, disbelief painted on her face,

the way her skin glowed in the light, radiating happiness.

“Of course,” Azzi replied, heart swelling,

as she presented the silver infinity necklace.

“Something special for someone special.”

Paige gasped, eyes wide,

“Is this really for me?”

Azzi nodded, feeling the moment wrap around them.

“I love you,” whispered against her lips,

a promise sealed with a kiss.

—

Later, as the day unfolds,

Azzi watches Paige bounce around the table with excitement,

but stops when a pout forms on her lips,

“Are you seriously taking all day to post for my birthday?”

Azzi chuckles, teasing, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“this is not funny Fudd.”

A playful grin spreads across Azzi’s face,

her heart fluttering at the sight.

When Azzi finally shares the post,

the heart she added isn’t their usual one—

just a pink heart, regular, dull, and definitely not them.

Paige stomps over, hands on her hips,

“Excuse me? You put the wrong heart!

Change it now!”

Azzi laughs, hands up in mock surrender,

“My bad, birthday girl, my bad.”

With a quick edit, the familiar heart returns,

and Paige beams, rushing to Azzi,

kissing her all over,

“Phew, much better! I knew you loved me.”

—

As the evening winds down,

the purple round cake sits before Paige, candles flickering,

and with a deep breath, she closes her eyes.

In that moment, a wish forms,

her heart whispering the words—

“I wish for a lifetime where I wake up next to her every day, where her smile is the first thing I see and her love is the constant I can count on. I wish for us, always.”

With a puff, the flames extinguish,

the room filled with soft applause and laughter.

“What’d you wish for?” Azzi leans in,

curious, teasing.

Paige smirks, “That’s not how it works, you know.”

But then, softening, she adds,

“Honestly? I wished for us—

that we’d always have this,

always find our way back to each other.”

Azzi’s heart swells,

the sincerity wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Azzi leans in, voice tender,

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Paige’s eyes soften,

“I feel the same way.

You’ve transformed my life Az, I didn’t know that was even possible..

I didn’t know love could be and feel this safe, easy, good.”

“Neither did I,” Azzi confesses,

feeling lucky, feeling loved.

“In your eyes, I see my forever,” she thinks,

grateful for this moment, this life, this love.

—

The night brings quiet moments,

Paige’s voice soft, “You know, you’re such a good person.

You give so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Azzi feels her heart tighten,

Every word heavy with love,

binding them together in an unbreakable bond.

—

As they make love in the still decorated room,

every touch ignites a fire within,

a deep connection that feels infinite.

“I know there are many paths ahead,

but I choose you every time,”

Paige whispers, tracing circles on Azzi’s bare skin,

and Azzi knows—

this is home.

Together, they’ll face whatever comes,

hand in hand, heart to heart.

———-

a/n: this was kind of short sorry 😣!! on another note i wanna wish paige a very happy birthday, that girl is definitely something, all 23 years of her but i love it and i love what she’s accomplished from highschool to now, ily P boogers 💌

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @mrsarnold @ohbueckers @sierrale8ne @absolutelydreadful @riyahtheballer @wbbgetsmewetter

[acciotaitlynn]

⤷ xavierxrafayelxzaynexsylusxreader

⤷ sexual content, 18+, oral; ꒰f&m receiving꒱ angst, too much alpha-energy for 1 room, booby zayne & booty zayne, unprotected sex, cum literally everywhere, spoilers to myths if u kno, sub reader, vagsex, marking/claiming, fingering, rimming, anal, alotta sobbing, so dumb. so wordy it looks like i think im smart. so long but plot flew away in mephistos beak. sorry for the semi abrupt ending but it had to stop. xavier leads the hierarchy

⤷ 15k words ꒰pretty sure i was possessed꒱

this went so far in a direction—dont @ me—ill say I didn't write it (¬_¬")

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You were nestled against Xavier, his thighs and arms enveloping you, a serene sigh escaping your lips as his tongue danced lazily with yours, Your fingers tangled in his hair, while the soft candlelight and sparkling string lights surrounding you created a seductive ambiance that left you feeling delightfully light-headed.Lost in the moment, you could barely register Rafayel’s presence as he traced playful shapes along your sensitive thighs, delighting in the goosebumps rising under his touch. Zayne’s presence was equally faint, as he watched from a reserved distance, still contemplating his participation in the scene unfolding before him. 

Xavier wanted nothing more to kick the other two men out of his apartment—your apartment—the one you shared with him. Despite being tied to the others by fate too, you had still chosen Xavier above anyone else, even over Sylus, with his cocky attitude and possessive grip on you. Honestly—the only thing working in Xavier’s favor tonight was Sylus’s absence. Xavier didn’t have to constantly remind the man, through every interaction with you, that he was your favorite—a truth the notorious leader of Onychinus would never accept without a fight.

Xavier knew that if Sylus had been here, there was no way he could endure the sight of the man’s hands on you. Sure, Rafayel’s lingering touches on your skin made him uneasy—you responded to Rafayel with a passion far too close to what you shared with Xavier—but there was something about the man with the glowing red irises that grated on Xavier like nothing else. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if you had purposely not invited Sylus tonight because you knew how much Xavier despised the man.

Despite the discomfort simmering inside him though, Xavier couldn’t suppress the growing arousal as he watched you respond so eagerly to Rafayel’s playful touches. With Rafayel’s teasing fingers gliding across your inner thighs, you couldn’t help but silently thank the gods for this long-awaited night, one you had once resigned to being nothing more than a dream. You could practically feel Xavier’s unease thickening the air though, and you silently prayed to those same gods that he’d find a way to relax soon. You knew Xavier was doing this for you alone—you’d lost track of how many times you had casually mentioned how much you wanted this. When he’d finally agreed, you had nearly told him you’d changed your mind—the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt him. But the thought of having Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne all showing you their love at once was a temptation too powerful to ignore.

You gazed at Rafayel, nearly losing yourself in his sunset-colored eyes. “So, cutie, ready to get started?" Rafayel’s voice dripped with eagerness, and he silently congratulated himself on his performance. Truthfully, Rafayel was almost as uneasy about the situation as Xavier, and likely Zayne too, who’s watchful eyes bore into Rafayel as he spoke to you. But Rafayel believed he was set apart from the other two men—he was wholeheartedly devoted to making this night fulfill your every dream. Plus, he couldn’t ignore how the sight of you blushing from their collective attention, your quick, shallow breaths escaping your parted lips, and the lust shimmering in your wide eyes made his cock harden almost instantly. So, Rafayel cleared his mind, dismissing all his lingering worries as he centered his attention entirely on you. “I’m going to enjoy you first, and I want you to show these two just how incredible I make you feel, yeah?” Rafayel despised the way your gaze darted to Zayne, how your body momentarily tensed against Xavier before you finally nodded softly at his words. You weren’t ready for the guilt that washed over you at Rafayel’s blunt demand— you knew what he had mentioned was inevitable, but it still made you feel a little sorry for how it might affect them. "Stop this," you silently chided yourself—what you wanted more than anything was unfolding right before your eyes, and here you were, ruining your mood with thoughts you’d already prepared for.

In that moment, you mirrored Rafayel's actions, clearing your mind and concentrating entirely on the man in front of you. You sat up and reached for Rafayel, cradling his face in your hands as you kissed him softly. “I can still taste myself on you, princess.” The way his eyes sparkled made you relax instantly, your heart racing in response to his heated gaze. His lips returned to yours, and you tangled your fingers in his hair as he kissed you again, this time with more passion. His tongue twirled with yours as you lifted his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. “Couldn’t resist stripping me down again, huh?” Rafayel teased with a playful smirk, and you couldn’t help but nod shyly, a grin spreading across your face. “That’s okay, I couldn’t wait to get you out of yours, either.” That had been obvious—Rafayel had nearly torn your dress and panties off the moment he stepped into the apartment. He showered your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his mouth a mix of tongue and teeth, leaving tiny bruises to subtly convey to the others that you were his more than theirs. Rafayel deliberately positioned one beside your exquisite cunt, a smirk spreading across his face as he admired his masterpiece—Rafayel wanted it to drive the others wild, taunting them from the corner of their eye as they watched their cocks sliding in and out of you. After taking one final satisfied glance at what he deemed his finest creation, he hummed softly and drew a flat line up your cunt, groaning at the taste of you.

Xavier struggled to keep still, his erection nearing discomfort at the sight of Rafayel’s tongue moving in and out of you, your breasts arching up so beautifully in Xavier’s face. Unable to resist, he took your peaked nipple between his fingers, pinching it gently to earn a sweet little whimper from you. Suddenly, his breath was brushing against your ear, his tongue gliding along its curve as he drew you tighter against him. 

Well, there it was, Zayne thought—your hunter had finally given in.

Zayne had secretly wagered on this moment, betting that Xavier would storm Zayne and Rafayel out the door the instant one of them touched you. When it became evident that wouldn’t happen, Zayne figured at the very least Xavier would stay uncomfortable and distant throughout the entire situation. As Xavier’s hands finally found your breasts, his eyes filled with lust, Zayne felt a heaviness settle in his chest—he truly didn’t want to be the only one feeling uneasy about all of this, and he was certain the ice in his heart at the scene before him wouldn’t thaw. He honestly had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to this. You had consulted him and Rafayel about the idea before approaching Xavier—the man you had picked over the both of them, a reality that the annoying Lemurian before you adamantly denied. Yes, Zayne had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t the most important man in your life—at least, he couldn’t shake that feeling—but what truly irritated him was that Rafayel appeared to be a close second in the hierarchy of affection among your four lovers. As he observed how you responded to the other two showering you with their love, Zayne couldn’t help but notice that the passion you gave the two of them was nearly equal.

Zayne's emotionless gaze met yours as you looked up at him from the bed, your face glowing with bliss. You reached out toward him, longing in your gesture. Your voice was soft as you called his name, your big eyes filled with a silent question. Zayne closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The moment had arrived—Zayne knew he inevitably might have to take part in this charade, yet the dread that surged within him at the sound of your voice, a voice that usually soothed him like nothing else, was unbearable. He slowly pulled himself upright, each motion strained with a heaviness that made your heart clench painfully. Suddenly, nothing else mattered except the overwhelming desire to ease Zayne's worries, no matter the cost. You loved him just as fiercely as you did Xavier, Sylus, and Rafayel—something Zayne never seemed to fully believe, despite your countless efforts to show him. A deep intuition whispered to you that the others held the same belief about their bond with you. All of your lovers seemed incapable of confronting the truth that lived deep within your heart. Part of the reason you’d wanted to share your love with them at the same time was the quiet hope that your unwavering passion, equally spread between them, would finally help them see the truth and ease their fears.

Rafayel's voice broke through your thoughts. "No faaair," he grumbled, his pout firmly in place as he glared at you. "You promised I'd get to make you come first! How am I supposed to do that if you pull away?" You  flashed him a playful smile. "Sorry, Raf. I just really need Zayne right now." Rafayel’s pout deepened as he muttered something under his breath, turning away but staying close—his resolve to not stray more than a body's length from you for the night was clear.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Xavier still leaning back against the headboard, his hooded eyes filled with both lust and a deep adoration as they followed your every move. Your smile widened, warmth blooming in your heart. It made you happy to see Xavier so relaxed, even more so to realize he was truly enjoying the moment. He didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by your shift toward Zayne or by the intensity of your desire for the man—jealousy stirred faintly in Xavier, but it was quickly overrun by desire as he waited to see what you would do next.

Zayne stood in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice that your confession of needing his touch above the others had brought a little light back into his eyes. And Zayne couldn’t help but notice that perhaps your eyes truly did gaze at him with the same heat they had bestowed upon Rafayel and Xavier. Perhaps it was this growing connection that made him allow you to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down to reveal his slowly hardening cock.

Your fingers trailed gently along Zayne's length, your face painted with pure desire as you leaned in, taking him into the warmth of your mouth. Zayne couldn’t suppress the groan that rumbled from deep within him. As your tongue and lips worked their magic, his erection grew hard and throbbing, his body finally surrendering to the pleasure. Sensing Zayne's shift, you became more eager, your movements more deliberate. Settling onto the bed, you prepared to fully focus on Zayne, but no sooner had you gotten comfortable than your ass was lifted into the air, followed by a playful smack. When you turned, you found Xavier behind you, a slow smile playing on his lips. At some point, he had shed his clothes, sitting back behind you as his hand slowly pumped his erection. A bead of precum slid down the side of his cock, the sight sending a rush of heat through you. Instinctively, your back arched, offering yourself to him without hesitation. In an instant, Xavier's length was gliding smoothly through your folds, instinctively seeking out and nestling inside your warmth. He let out a quiet huff as he bottomed out, his gaze shifting from your glistening cunt to your eyes. “Don’t let me stop you,” he murmured, his hips starting a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Zayne hated that a small smile crept across his lips at Xavier’s comment, but the second your mouth wrapped around Zayne again, that irritation vanished. He had to admit, this was better than he’d expected. The way you were so intent on him, the muffled moans as you struggled to take all of him, stirred something deep in Zayne. Before long, he found himself leaning into your enthusiasm, enjoying the sight of you grinding against Xavier while still keeping your focus on him. Though he’d never say it openly, Zayne felt a certain satisfaction at the thought of Xavier being the one to bring you to climax first tonight— if Zayne himself wouldn’t have that pleasure, then Xavier was the most suitable choice—Zayne found solace in the certainty that the Lemurians ever-present smirk would fade, no matter the outcome. Such a silly, juvenile motion was unlike him, Zayne mused, questioning once again if his affection for you was gradually leading him to madness.

Zayne concentrated on you—enchanted by the gentle waves of ripples across your skin as Xavier’s languid, purposeful thrusts led the rhythm. The captivating sway of your breasts beneath you was practically a siren’s call for Zayne—his fingers aching to tease the hardened buds with firm, loving caresses. “I’m going to come now,” he said, his voice a low, smooth timbre that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your hair at the top of your head, Zayne’s other hand gently tilted your face to grant his cock the perfect angle. “Will you take it all for me?” he murmured, his words making your body hum as you nodded fervently around him. “Good girl.” and with that, Zayne took control, his grip on your hair keeping you steady as he tenderly claimed your mouth.

From his spot at the end of the bed, Rafayel watched with keen eyes, immediately picking up on the signs of your approaching climax. Feeling no guilt whatsoever, he took his cock in hand and began to stroke himself slowly, savoring the sight of your building pleasure.

Xavier could feel himself unraveling, teetering closer and closer to the edge. He wondered if something was wrong with him—how your eagerness at the doctor’s words had sent him spiraling toward release so quickly. The moment Zayne’s hips stuttered, his cum spurting in thick ropes down your throat as he buried himself deep, Xavier couldn’t hold back any longer—his cock pulsed violently as he came, his breath catching at the sensation of your pussy tightening around him, almost painfully, as you found your own release.

The sensation of both Zayne and Xavier coming inside you at once had you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy spasming uncontrollably as your body writhed against Xavier, while you greedily swallowed every last drop of Zayne’s cum.

Zayne was engulfed in the aftershocks of his orgasm, a wave of ecstasy so intense that he wondered how his heart could still be beating. Yet, a deep, insatiable hunger lingered within him, one that a single climax couldn’t satisfy. Zayne instinctively nudged Xavier aside, flipping you onto your back and pulling your legs to your chest as he aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance. He marveled at the sight of your and Xavier's combined release spilling from your still-quivering walls. Shock coursed through Zayne as he slid inside—you had never been this wet before. Perhaps that was one perk of this absurd situation, he thought. His thrusts were wild and messy now, dripping with lust, as he created the most scandalous sounds, each pump drowning in the copious amounts of cum slicking around inside you.

Xavier's eyes drifted to Rafayel. Xavier thought he noticed a bit of pain lurking in Rafayel's gaze —betraying an emotion Rafayel was trying to suppress. Without fully understanding why, Xavier found himself rising to his feet and crossing the room. The narrowing of Rafayel’s eyes betrayed his suspicion of Xavier's intentions, but Xavier merely nodded toward you. “There’s an open spot,” Xavier said before taking a place on the couch.

From the moment he woke up with his cock snuggled warmly inside you, to the ambush in the shower as you deftly slipped through the curtain to take him between your lips—you had been steadily depleting Xavier’s energy reserves all day. So for now, he was content to sit back and watch, indulging in his own pleasure. He couldn’t believe how much this was thrilling him—Xavier was completely captivated by the sight of you, more euphoric than he’d ever seen. You practically trembled with bliss, giving your all to bring them pleasure, and succeeding far beyond your own understanding.

You writhed beneath Zayne, his chest pressing your legs tightly against you as he thrust into you relentlessly, but you caught the silent exchange between Rafayel and Xavier—a moment that made your heart soar. You recognized the significance of Xavier’s subtle gesture toward you; you knew the sacrifice he made for Rafayel was not easy, yet your heart overflowed with love for Xavier for doing it all for you. Rafayel approached the edge of the bed almost hesitantly, his eyes locking with Zayne’s. “Mind if I move her closer?” he asked, his tone light but betraying the effort it took to even ask. It grated on Rafayel—the idea of seeking permission from another man when it came to you was something he despised. Zayne’s lips thinned in clear disapproval, but with a curt nod, he pulled back for just a moment, allowing Rafayel to gently guide you toward the edge. Your eyes were shining with love as Rafayel bent to kiss you softly, his lips barely brushing yours before his hands cradled your face. “You are, without question, the most breathtaking creation I’ve ever seen, cutie.” his voice was soft and sincere, and tears pooled in your eyes from the emotion in his words. He continued, “I’ll be honored to enhance this work of art,” his hands moved down to trace the curves of your lips, a promise of what was to come. “When I’m done with this flawless face, it’ll be nothing short of a masterpiece.” Your head tilted back as Rafayel pressed the tip of his cock to your lips, the silent demand impossible to ignore. You responded instantly, craving the sensation of him driving himself down your throat. Rafayel tore his gaze from you, turning to Zayne with a smirk. “Since you snatched away my opportunity to be the first to have my face wrecked by our princess’s exquisite release, how about a little competition?” Zayne sighed deeply, directing a lethal stare at Rafayel. Unfazed, Rafayel continued, “Of course, she’ll be running the show.” his words were punctuated by a sharp flick to your nipple. “Simple—first one to come loses.” Zayne glared at him, eyes emotionless. “You are easily the most immature individual I have ever encountered.” Zayne had frozen inside you the moment Rafayel voiced his playful challenge, but now he resumed his movements, a surprising, silent acceptance of Rafayel's absurd proposal.

Rafayel's attention was back on you, his hand moving to massage small, deliberate circles on your clit. “Bet you won’t be able to hold it together when she comes hard around your cock,” he taunted Zayne, his voice dripping with amusement. your core clenched painfully under Rafayel's touch, and though part of you wanted to be strong for Zayne, you knew Rafayel was right—Zayne always lost control when you came while wrapped tight around him, and you could already feel your release inching closer. Zayne brushed Rafayel's hand aside, while his hand replaced Rafayel’s on your slick heat. “While that may be true, I’d wager you won’t last either when her throat tightens around you. We both know how good it feels when she chokes on your cock.” Rafayel seethed in silence—Zayne wasn’t wrong. Even now, Rafayel could feel his own release nearing, barely able to restrain himself as he watched you whimper with each of Zayne’s thrusts, your mouth working Rafayel eagerly—spit and his own arousal trailing down your face as you struggled to take him deeper.

In that instant, Rafayel realized he didn’t care who won the challenge. Zayne’s annoyance alone was reward enough. He lazily traced his fingers over one of the marks he’d left on your skin. “What do you say, cutie? Ready to make us feel incredible?” Your eager nod around Rafayel's cock made him smile. “Then go ahead—come for us. Show us how beautiful you look when you come undone.” His words were like fuel to the fire. You could barely recognize the needy whimpers and groans spilling from you—louder and more desperate than usual, saturating the room. Flattening your tongue against Rafayel's cock, you tightened your throat as much as you could, feeling him throb inside you. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and your body trembled as you instinctively tightened around Zayne. Your second climax of the night was approaching quickly, even faster than you had expected—you could hardly handle the sensations of their hands on your body, of them moving inside you—the pleasure they were giving you was so intense it felt all-consuming. Your hands grasped Rafayel’s thighs, squeezing tightly as you pulled him closer, driving him impossibly deeper into your throat, his balls slapping you gently on the nose with each of his thrusts. Before Rafayel could process it, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, as his eyes greedily took in the sight of your pussy tightly gripping Zayne. It was a sight Rafayel never imagined would send him spiraling into an orgasm so intense it felt like it fractured his whole world.

The atmosphere shifted the instant Sylus stepped into the room; the air fell thick and heavy with the simmering anger emanating from the other three men. Unfazed, Rafayel continued to thrust, intent on forcing the infuriating man’s attention as you eagerly swallowed Rafayel’s cum. Sylus observed with a sense of detachment as Rafayel attempted to provoke him, an endeavor that amused Sylus greatly. He had no interest in the purple-haired man moving in your mouth or the one lost in your cunt, not even the one glaring at him from the couch.

your cunt that, no matter what anyone claimed, was rightfully Sylus’s. He felt this was clear in the way you instinctively pulled away from Zayne and Rafayel as soon as you sensed Sylus's presence. 

A smile stretched across your lips as your eyes met Sylus's, savoring the sight of him as if you hadn’t imagined that very face a dozen times tonight already. His broad, commanding hands had occupied your mind, even as your other lovers guided you to dizzying heights. Now that all four were here, it felt like the night had finally fallen into place. A chill shot through you, though, as you caught sight of Xavier. His eyes, full of fury, were locked on Sylus, whose possessive gaze on you stirred something dark in him.

Zayne and Rafayel were no better off than Xavier at the sight of the infamous leader of Onychinus standing at the door. they remained to the side, their arms folded and eyes narrowed—Zayne silently debating whether to demand Sylus leave. The only thing holding him back was the look on your face—you looked more content than he’d seen all night. Rafayel had noticed this too, so the two decided to stay back for now, allowing the situation to unfold. They watched as Xavier tracked Sylus’s every step toward you, knowing all too well the depth of Xavier’s hatred for the man—a loathing far more intense than their own. Zayne and Rafayel could only imagine how much harder this must be for him.

As Sylus reached you, he brushed his fingers through your hair with a soft, knowing smile. "Tell me, sweetie. How often did I cross your mind as they filled you?" His words made heat rise in your cheeks, but before you could stop yourself, your eyes lowered, and the truth slipped out in a whisper. "More times than I can count." Shame tinged your confession, but the weight lifted when Sylus gently tilted your chin, his thumb tracing your lower lip. You had braced yourself for Sylus to gloat, maybe even rub your confession in the others' faces. But instead, he only looked satisfied. His touch was gentle as he joined you on the bed, reclining against the headboard and pulling you close. His fingers playfully tickled your waist, coaxing a burst of laughter from you. You hadn’t expected this—you had feared Sylus might act differently in front of the others. But instead, he was treating you exactly as he always did, showing you the side of him that was usually just for you. Your heart overflowed with love, moved by the realization that all of your lovers were showing, in their own ways, your joy meant more to them than their rivalries or tension with one another.

You leaned back into Sylus’s chest, eyes dark with desire as you gazed up at him. Grabbing his hand, you guided it down your body, gliding  his long fingers through your slick heat and easing two of them inside you.  Sylus chuckled, brushing a searing kiss against your lips as his palm ground against you. “Well, well. Such a needy little kitten—seems like these gentlemen didn’t quite satisfy you.” You pulled back, fixing him with a pointed glare. “Wrong. Now quit talking and do what you’re here for. Like you so rudely mentioned, I’ve wanted this all night.” Sylus's deep laugh was a warm ripple over your skin, making your eyes flutter shut and your legs part even wider. Sylus obeyed, but his gaze flicked to your blue-eyed hunter. Beneath Sylus's confident exterior, he shared the same unspoken worry as the others—that no matter what, it was Xavier you loved most. Sylus had come to terms with that long ago, but he couldn’t deny the opportunity now before him—to show Xavier that, even if you loved him most, it was Sylus who could make your body tremble like no one else, unraveling you in ways only he could. The thought of teaching that same lesson to the other two men pleased Sylus—tonight, he had the rare privilege of schooling them all. Sylus had no hesitation about this encounter, nor did he care that he hadn’t been invited. He had strolled through the door with his usual confidence, fully aware that the reason for his exclusion was currently seated on the couch, wearing a look that warned Sylus not to push his luck. Sylus didn't even try to contain the slow grin that spread across his face as he looked at Xavier, fixing him with a stare that oozed superiority.

“Seems there’s an opening, dear hunter. Think you can keep your composure with your cock buried in her cunt, as my fingers trace her skin?” Xavier locked eyes with Sylus, his expression unreadable, as Xavier considered his next step. Xavier had to admit, your body was calling to him, the sight of you—so beautifully blissed out—glancing at him and giving a soft nod at Sylus’s suggestion had him faltering. Whatever Sylus's intentions, it didn’t matter; Xavier was caving fast. And, as every man in the room would agree; the irresistible lure of making the others watch as you came undone beneath their hands was too tempting to resist. He moved toward your perfect cunt, stroking himself as he prepared to enter your warmth. He had just begun to slip inside when Sylus’s voice shattered his thoughts of filling you completely. “I’ve got a special lesson for you, hunter,” Sylus drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Pay close attention—you’re going to be a good student and memorize the way she falls apart in my arms, screaming my name, even while it’s your cock inside of her. And then, I want you to engrave it into that thick skull of yours—no one else can make her feel as good as I do.” Sylus shot a pointed glance at the other two men, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Rafayel and a cold, icy stare from Zayne. With a quiet curse, Xavier buried himself deep inside your heat, hips starting a steady rhythm; determined not to let Sylus steal even a second of this moment. Xavier's voice carried a low, dark murmur. “Picture this: she cries out my name as she shatters, my cock claiming every inch of her, and there you are—watching her squirm and whimper beneath me, her thoughts consumed solely by me; your presence all but forgotten.” Sylus chuckled, letting out a low whistle. “Would you look at that,” he drawled mockingly, “the hunter’s got claws too, almost as sharp as yours, kitten.” He poked your side playfully, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before returning his attention to Xavier. “Well, let’s see who wins this little wager, boy.” Sylus’s demeanor shifted instantly, teeth sinking into your neck, sucking and biting as if to erase any trace of the others, determined to claim every mark on your skin as his own.

Your eyes drank in the sight of Xavier, mesmerized by the delicate light that had appeared beneath his skin with his emotions, giving him an otherworldly glow. The subtle shadow in his eyes didn’t escape your notice. Slipping from Sylus’s arms, you reached out, drawing Xavier close. Your whispered words caressed his skin like the softest breeze. “You will always be my guiding starlight—the one I search for in the darkness.” The words surprised you as they left your lips. You’d truly had always believed you cherished all your lovers equally, yet this felt dangerously close to proving otherwise. You brushed the thought aside, determined not to let it linger, focusing instead on Xavier—the way his cerulean eyes widened in surprise at your words, their stunning depths the last thing you saw before his lips crashed against yours with sudden, overwhelming intensity.

Xavier recognized the unspoken confession in your words, even if you weren’t ready to acknowledge it yourself. He lifted you in his arms, pulling you close as you wrapped your legs around him, hands tangling in his hair. The sound that escaped you when Xavier thrust into your cunt was nothing short of sinful—a cry of pure need. He was so deep, filling you so completely, pressing all the right places until you were seeing stars, chanting his name like a prayer. He carried you to the wall, lips never parting from yours, your heart pounding as he leaned back, steadying himself so he could fully enjoy you. He had taken you to the farthest corner of the bedroom, putting as much space between you and the others as possible. The impulse to take you to another room altogether was strong, yet Xavier resisted, making a silent promise that he would have you all to himself before long. For now, he stayed where he was, grinding slowly into you, savoring the feel of your slick heat gripping him as your combined arousal trickled down his thighs. Xavier was certain you’d never felt better—so insanely wet; with Zayne's release and your own mixing with the precum Xavier steadily leaked. His cock slid in the slick mess, the obscene sounds making him dizzy with need.

Every one of Xavier’s senses was locked on you—your scent, the sound of your soft sobs, the sight of your tear-filled eyes brimming with love for him. The feel of your sweet cunt gripping him as you bounced in his arms, your body clinging to him with everything you had. Xavier barely had to do the work anymore; his hands simply held the curve of your ass as you rode him, a love-drunk expression spreading across your face, your eyes spilling over with tears. Xavier couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

The men glaring from across the room were distant memories, completely forgotten as you lost yourselves in each other. Nothing mattered except the way you moved around Xavier, the way he filled you so perfectly. Yes, you had completely lost yourselves in each other, so it was a shock to your system when Sylus appeared beside you, casually draping his arm on the wall above Xavier’s head. Sylus leaned down, his voice a low whisper in Xavier’s ear. “Did you really think you could take her from me that easily?” he clicked his tongue, ruffling Xavier’s hair, earning an impressively sharp glare in return. Sylus just chuckled under his breath, but something about the way Xavier looked at him now made Sylus pause. Sylus had long written Xavier off as a relic, a man past his prime—tired, weak, and no longer a threat. But there was nothing weak in Xavier’s eyes now. Sylus realized, perhaps for the first time, that if it came down to a fight for you, Xavier would be a formidable opponent. Sylus traced a finger along your jawline, pausing to take in the sight of you—your parted lips, the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, the way your body trembled as it eagerly welcomed Xavier’s cock. The sight of another man gripping your body, moving inside you, didn’t bother Sylus. No—Sylus’s attention was solely on you, on the sheer pleasure radiating from your every movement. The intensity of it had him undoing his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He gripped it tightly, stroking slowly as his gaze remained locked on you. He propped himself back over Xavier, watching you with a steady, unreadable gaze—except for one unmistakable emotion: tenderness, that softness he showed only to you.

Sylus's voice was deep and taunting as he spoke to Xavier—"How do you expect me to hear her say your name from all the way over here—assuming it’s yours she’s calling out?  I doubt you’ll make her whine it loudly enough for me to notice from across the room." Xavier bristled at Sylus's proximity, at the infuriating comment, and the quiet, assertive dominance Sylus exuded as he stood tall over the both of you. But you refused to let the awkwardness weigh you down—instead, you rode Xavier with purpose, almost sighing in relief when he gave in, greedily taking your nipple into his warm mouth. You were moving together now, Xavier's deep thrusts matching your wild bounces on his length. Sylus exhaled a low, appreciative whistle, “Well, kitten, just how much cream did you indulge in today? You’re drenching your precious hunters cock with an impressive overflow.” His tone was a rich, seductive purr. “Perhaps you should pause and compose yourself. After all, the rest of us are quite parched, too.” His words sparked a smile on your lips and a mischievous glint in your eye, you shifted slightly, directing your playful banter towards Zayne and Rafayel across the room. “Could you two join us? I want you all close this time. I want all eyes on Xavier as he breaks.” Zayne sighed heavily at your words, trailing slowly behind Rafayel, who couldn’t resist obeying you, the pull of your bond tugging at his heart.

You locked eyes with Xavier, your tone playful.  “Please,” you teased, “let them see how gorgeous you look when I make you come undone.” Your words were a sly dig at the ones that had echoed around you all night. A deep blush colored Xavier’s cheeks as you continued softly. “Let’s come together, okay?” His only response was a soft smile and a gentle nod before his lips claimed yours, pulling you tightly against him. The moment Xavier’s lips touched yours, he was lost in you again, his hands gripping your ass with such force that you could already imagine the bruises they would leave. Your name was a whispered prayer on his lips as they traveled across your skin, spurring you to move faster, harder, desperate to make Xavier feel the same pleasure he was giving you.

Lust coated your voice as you called out the names of each of your lovers, each one rolling off your tongue with as much reverence as the last. Xavier’s mouth found your breast when you whispered Zayne’s name, your head tipping back in bliss. “Rafayel.” His name came out soft, full of passion and need. Sylus growled when you cried out for him, the lust in your voice unmistakable as your hands fisted tightly in Xavier’s hair.

You locked eyes with Xavier, holding his gaze as the tightness in your core built. “So close, Xav,” you whispered breathlessly, the sound of your voice pushing him even closer to the edge. You continued riding him, kissing him with abandon as your muscles began to contract, a wave of heat shooting up your spine. "Come for me, angel," Xavier murmured, his gentle words a sharp contrast to the intensity of his movements. Xavier's use of your favorite pet name, spoken so lovingly, had you tumbling over the edge. His name escaped your lips in a sob as you were taken over by an orgasm so intense it felt you might break from the sheer pleasure, a flood of bliss drenching Xavier’s cock.

A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips—Xavier was certain you had never squirted before, and the realization that he had been the first filled him with pride. His voice was a teasing melody as he spoke. “Looks like I’m the only one getting a first tonight.” His cock slid messily inside you before he pulled out, grinding himself lazily against your folds, marveling at the slickness coating him. As you clung tightly to Xavier, sobbing softly as you came down from the high, you were surprised to find no trace of embarrassment—a feeling you had expected in a moment like this. What had just unfolded was nothing short of sacred, maybe the most powerful thing you had ever felt, and you regretted none of it. And you loved the feeling of coming down with Xavier’s cock still sliding through your deliciously slick folds—edging you into a state of overstimulation. 

You sighed softly as strong hands wrapped around your waist, gently lifting you away from Xavier and pulling you into their embrace. Your eyes fluttered shut, still lost in the waves of pleasure you had just experienced, barely registering Sylus’s dark, demanding words. “I’m going to need you to do that for me now, kitten.” The tone left no room for negotiation. Sylus’s thick cock pushed fully into you with a harsh thrust, one hand roughly circling your clit while the other held you effortlessly, bouncing you on his cock. You were dragged into the depths of overstimulation then, heavy sobs escaping you as Sylus greedily soaked in the sight of the tears cascading down your cheeks. Sylus took great pleasure in seeing you cry while his cock stretched you perfectly, your tear-filled eyes gazing at him with such adoration as his name left your lips in soft, broken hiccups. He was certain there was nothing in any world that could compare to it.

While Sylus was more than happy to let you take control whenever you wanted, he preferred being the one in charge. He relished the power of wringing out your pleasure with his hands; watching you unravel beneath his skilled touch. That’s exactly what was happening now, and Sylus was practically bursting with pride.  You caught him off guard, leaning in to softly press your lips to his, tugging his top lip between your teeth before soothing it with your tongue—a secret desire you’d harbored all night. You couldn’t help it; that lip was just so maddeningly irresistible. You kissed Sylus with wild abandon, your hands yanking his hair just hard enough to coax out a cute little whimper, one that made you grin against his lips. He pulled back, shooting you a glare. “Something funny, sweetie?” You giggled, flashing him a dopey grin.  “You like me. Like, really like me.” The words were matter-of-fact, a truth you had only just come to fully realize. You’d held off getting too excited until you were sure, and tonight had proven it—there was no way Sylus could dote on you the way he did if he wasn’t truly committed. Sylus was never one to fake his feelings. A soft chuckle rumbled through Sylus's chest as his pace quickened, bouncing you harder with each thrust. His gaze softened at the sight of your ecstatic smile, a grin tugging at his lips. “You're just now realizing this? I expected more from a hunter of your caliber—aren’t you supposed to be good at reading people?” You stuck your tongue out at him, teasing, “I can think of at least a million ideas of how that beautiful mouth of yours could be put to better use,” you quipped with a sultry lilt, “and none of them involve talking.” You kissed him briefly, just enough to make your point, then pulled away with a sly smile playing at the edge of your lips. Power coursed through Sylus’s eye, casting a vibrant crimson glow—a subtle warning shimmering in its depths. "Careful, kitten. You know what happens when you scratch at me with those pretty claws—What’s that saying again? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you?" Sylus's voice was a low, dangerous whisper, sending chills through your body. Your grin only widened as you leaned in closer, matching his tone. "Oh, I know. But they don’t realize what I do," you murmured with a mischievous edge. "This hand likes it when I bite." And with that, you playfully sank your teeth into Sylus's cheek.

Sylus froze, his eyes widening in disbelief, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. His gaze seared into you, barely containing his irritation. You knew all too well—Sylus despised being toyed with, especially in front of those he didn’t fully trust. “You’re going to regret that,” he snarled. You bounced eagerly on his cock, clapping your hands in excitement. “Perfect! That’s exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for,” you chimed. Sylus was nothing if not true to his word—his mouth on your chest was far from tender, drawing tears to your eyes that overflowed quicker than they had all night. Sylus was the harshest of them all, unleashing his passion on you without restraint, never hesitating to show you what it meant to mix passion with pain. You felt the guilty pleasure of your body’s eager response, every smack on your skin only making you want more.

"Harder, Sylus," you giggled through the haze, pouting up at him, knowing exactly how much control you had over him. "I’m your naughty girl, remember? I need to be punished."

The others looked on in silence as you fervently rode Sylus, their eyes giving away nothing as they took in the scene before them. Rafayel and Xavier could barely breathe through their jealousy, but their minds were already scheming ways to ignite the same passionate reactions in you that Sylus was provoking. The way you responded to Sylus’s harsh touch sparked a desire in them—they needed to see you like this in their own arms. Zayne, however, was fuming. His desire to tear you from Sylus’s arms and shield you was barely contained—the thought of being rough with you was unthinkable to Zayne. Yet, even he couldn’t look away from the utterly captivating way you fell apart beneath Sylus's relentless touch.

Sylus’s hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room like a gunshot. Your hoarse cry of "Yes! Just like that, S-sy," was muffled as your head fell onto his chest, your weak sobs trembling against him. Sylus's slaps rained down relentlessly, each one stinging your skin, while his thrusts became wild and erratic. Without warning, his hand moved from your ass to wrap tightly around your throat, forcing your gaze to meet his. In moments, you were choking beneath his grip, struggling to draw breath, gasping as you fought for air. Sylus's thrusts only grew harder, hitting every perfect spot inside you as you choked out his name between ragged breaths. His hand squeezed even tighter. "Is this good enough for you, sweetie?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was obvious to everyone in the room that Sylus’s brutal rhythm was exceeding your wildest expectations. The way you clung to Sylus—your eyes begging for more even as he squeezed the light from them, told the other men everything they needed to know.

"It’s time for you to break for me, kitten. I want to watch every fragment of you shatter around me." his next words were a dark, possessive murmur. "And I want to feel that stunning cunt flood my cock until I'm drowning in you. Understood?” You hiccupped, nodding softly, silently praying your body would respond the way he wanted—because you knew Sylus wouldn’t let you leave this room until you squirted for him, a truth that was evident in the way his eyes had darkened as he watched you gush all over Xavier. Your body grew heavy, that all-too-familiar sensation flooding your limbs, leaving you limp in Sylus's arms. He chuckled darkly as your head lolled to the side, your tongue slipping from your mouth, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "Ah, would you look at that—it seems I’ve finally broken my naughty little pet." You didn’t respond, and Sylus doubted you even heard him, lost as you were in the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. He bounced you easily on his cock, each deep thrust sending shockwaves through his body, bringing him closer to the edge. His hand released your throat, savoring the sound of your desperate gasps for air. Without missing a beat, Sylus's fingers found your clit, pinching it harshly as your body trembled. You let out a soft whimper, your tear-filled eyes searching for him as quiet sobs escaped your lips—“S’too much, S-sy.” Sylus's laughter rang out, warm and genuine. “That’s unfortunate, kitten. Because you know what’s next? You’re going to handle it all like a good little girl, and afterward, you’ll thank me for my generosity and clean me up.” You sniffled and nodded, eager to please him, yearning to make him proud. “Would it be okay if I cleaned these up first?” Your voice was soft and trembling as you reached for his hand, glistening with your arousal, sucking his fingers clean one by one. Your sultry gaze locked onto his, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as you savored the intoxicating blend of his skin with your taste. Every time your eyes flickered open again, Sylus could see the lust in them grow, darkening your irises to a near black. When your body clenched and a rush of warmth flowed over him, Sylus nearly cried out from the sheer ecstasy.

Sylus had found himself captivated by the sounds Xavier drew from your weeping cunt—the wetness and intimacy of the act driving Sylus absolutely insane. Now, engulfed in your shared passion, each sound was Sylus’s own creation.

The raw, primal cry you released at the height of your climax left Sylus dizzy and consumed by sheer lust. The sound emerged from so deep within you that it took even you by surprise, leaving your voice ragged and your body trembling from its intensity. The moment Sylus heard his name fall from your lips on that cry, he lost control—he erupted inside you with powerful, hot waves, his own primal groans mingling with yours as he filled you completely, his cock sliding easily through the intoxicating slickness of your desire. As you gradually returned to a serene state, your heart's rapid drumming eased into a more soothing rhythm, and the residual tremors in your limbs slowly came to rest. When the world around you finally settled back into focus, you became acutely aware of Sylus’s languid movements, his softened manhood still intimately cradled within you.

Despite being wholly sated by the sheer force of your release coursing over him, Sylus seemed resolute in his desire to continue, determined to ensure that his essence remained woven into your very being. The idea of it lingering within you through the night was Sylus’s unvoiced declaration—a subtle mark of possession that would quietly assert your connection to everyone present. You cradled his face in your hands. “Sy, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but your body’s saying its time for a breather.” you whispered playfully, his softening cock giving him away. Sylus kept his eyes shut, savoring your warmth as he drew a slow, deep breath. His reply was a slow, sultry murmur, like velvet over steel. “Hush, kitten, you’re spoiling the moment. Besides, you know my fervor is limitless—perhaps you need a reminder of just how untamed I can be tonight?” At that, his gaze met yours, and the intensity in those eyes was like a magnetic pull to your very being. A shiver of anticipation ran through you as you boldly met his stare. “Will you promise to deliver a lesson I won’t soon forget, teacher?” you murmured, your voice dripping with a playful wickedness that instantly reignited Sylus’s desire.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a brazen figure intruded upon your intimate world, hands reaching to claim you from Sylus’s grasp. In that instant a tension rippled through the air, Sylus’s muscles tensing as if poised to protect his claim.

Zayne payed Sylus no mind, scooping you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bed as delighted giggles escaped your lips, arms weaved tightly around Zayne's neck. “It seems our meticulous surgeon is running short on patience today. Should I be concerned about how this might affect your skills, doctor?” Zayne’s gaze sharpened, as he regarded you with an amused intensity.

To Zayne, you appeared almost ethereal in your gentleness, innocence, and purity—an enigma, given how you had fervently begged Sylus for acts that defied your serene nature. Zayne was genuinely taken aback by the flood of anger now rushing through him, sparked the instant Sylus’s hand had first connected with your ass, and by the unfamiliar look in your eyes that almost floored Zayne with its power. To his surprise, Zayne experienced no remorse as he let the anger guide him—unceremoniously tossing you onto the bed, flipping you over and raising your hips high in the air. Z hand came down sharply on your ass, landing on the fading mark left by Sylus. Your heart seemed to pause for a brief, breathless moment, before picking up with renewed urgency. It was almost beyond belief—your Zayne, eyes glinting with resentment and something darker—gazing down at you with a possessiveness that made your breath catch. The white robe Zayne wore, hastily donned while Sylus was still within you, parted slightly to reveal the chiseled contours of his chest— you reached out, unable to stop yourself from trailing your fingers along his bare skin. They gently traced the defined ridges of his abs, following the faint trail of hair that led lower.

In your heart, you had long held the belief that Zayne was the most captivating of all the men in your life. With his sleek, dark hair, and those enchanting green eyes, and the raw power lying in wait under his skin—Zayne embodied an ethereal presence that matched how he viewed you—his steadfast compassion and innate selflessness, consistently putting others needs above his own, alongside his tranquil aura and extraordinary beauty—Zayne seemed to embody the essence of a god walking among mortals. The reflection of awe and unyielding certainty in your eyes spoke volumes to Zayne. Briefly, his eyes softened, only to have the unfamiliar dark shimmer quietly slip back in as he returned your gaze. “It’s rare I find myself on the same page as him,” Zayne remarked with a cold nod toward Sylus. “But you do possess a unique knack for ruining a moment.” You cast Zayne a sharp glare, feeling your heart race as the others settled onto the tousled sheets beside you. Xavier offered a gentle grin, while Rafayel’s laughter rang out freely. “I have to side with them on this one, princess. I’m not even sorry.” Sylus’s lips curled—he was fully aware that every man present shared the same thoughts about your nearly constant cheeky attitude.

Rafayel leaned in closer, his thumb tracing delicately over a taut nipple while his other hand explored your slick folds. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, skillfully keeping your entrance tantalizingly accessible for Zayne’s impending claim. Settling into a comfortable position, Rafayel seemed to prepare himself for the next unfolding of your pleasure—it was more than passing observation, he had long ago begun to immerse himself in your delight, captivated by the symphony of sensations you experienced. Whether it was the unique bond you and he shared, or simply his intense fascination with you—Rafayel felt almost as if he could inhale your emotions, each wave of pleasure you experienced echoing through him.

Suddenly, a hand smacked your backside again, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips.

“All attention on me now, little one,” Zayne's voice a deep, soft timbre that held an enticing edge of command. Only in your wildest dreams—fantasies a lot less probable than the one you had of this night—could you envision your sweet, treasured physician standing behind you, exuding such soft dominance and possessiveness that it set your skin on fire. As your back arched higher instinctively, offering yourself wholly to Zayne, you felt like the luckiest girl alive—experiencing so many of your deepest fantasies in rapid succession. It crossed your mind whether you were using up all your luck—each blissful sigh, every drop of ecstasy, every tear of joy, seemingly tallying against the fortune you were allotted in a year—perhaps even a lifetime. But you didn’t care in the slightest, you would gladly use up every precious ounce of luck for this night to stretch into eternity. The thought of sharing your apartment with only Xavier seemed suddenly small. Your mind wandered to an impossible vision—all your lovers under one roof—a notion so delightfully ridiculous that it sent you into a fit of joyous giggles.

Zayne’s hands, which had been boldly kneading handfuls of your backside while you drifted in thought, suddenly stilled. He shifted his weight to one hand, carefully avoiding Rafayel as his other hand slid down your neck to grasp one of his favorite things in the world. Your breast was firm but yielding in his grasp, the softness inviting his touch as he kneaded it. His fingers played skillfully with your nipple until it stood achingly hard beneath his hand. Zayne fought the urge to flip you over and spread you wide, revealing the feast of your form before him. Still, he was certain those beautiful breasts would never escape his lips throughout his time with you—he savored the way you were currently arranged—your ass arched high in a wordless plea for more. Aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance, Zayne took his time, pushing past your tight walls slowly. He admired your body—the way your soft, inviting cunt welcomed him eagerly, lovingly, despite being thoroughly ravished. There was no hesitation in your body's response to him, as if it wanted nothing more than to continue your pleasure.

In that moment, a realization struck Zayne—your body hadn’t experienced every form of pleasure imaginable tonight, not yet at least, and that thought filled him with unbridled excitement. Maybe Zayne was going to get to experience a first with you tonight, too.

Xavier, initially oblivious to what flickered in Zayne’s eyes, quickly grasped the situation—Zayne had gripped your cheeks possessively, eyes feasting on the sight of your puckered pink entrance. Xavier’s voice carried a dangerous calm as he directed it at Zayne, as if daring him to act. Xavier’s eyes sought his sword, ensuring it was within reach, confident in his ability to retrieve it faster than Zayne’s ice could halt him. You tensed against Zayne, confused, wide eyes first locking with Rafayel’s before darting to a visibly intense Xavier. Xavier’s gaze briefly softened on you, before fixating back on Zayne. “Why don’t you share the little scheme I just watched form in that head of yours.” Xavier taunted, his head tilting with a mocking, piercing stare. “Or were you planning to proceed without saying  a word?” Xavier’s comment left you puzzled, prompting you to sit up and loop your arms around Zayne’s neck. “Zaynie, what’s the fuss about?” you asked, giving him your best pout while pressing your body suggestively against his. Zayne exhaled sharply, muttering a soft curse. Blocking out the others, Zayne directed his attention solely to you, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His hand traced gentle circles on your back as he began to explain. “Do you remember that idea I mentioned some time ago? When we were hiding on the hospital rooftop to watch the sunset?” Your brows furrowed in concentration as Zayne watched, almost imagining a whimsical little thought bubble forming above your head as you struggled to recall his words from long ago. You leaned back in his arms, eyes locking onto his with a look of incredulity, as if questioning his sanity. Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and playful accusation. “That thing from a while back? More like just last week.” A deep blush spread across Zayne’s cheeks at your reminder—he had nearly forgotten how recently he’d broached the subject.

That night, flushed and slightly dazed, Zayne had lifted his head from your chest, lips swollen and slick, breath coming in quick pants as he admired his handiwork—your breasts beautifully marked by this attention. Despite his inebriation—his medical instincts advising rest and rehydration—Zayne couldn’t suppress the needy request that escaped his lips. Zayne had promised with fervent intensity—of which you had no doubt—that he would ensure that every moment was as painless and pleasurable as possible. that you would relish in every sensation he would provide, if you allowed him this intimate privilege. You couldn’t ignore the warmth that blossomed within you at his suggestion now, how it made your core clench with longing as it had so many times before. Though you weren’t about to share it with the entire room, Zayne had subtly woven the idea of exploring anal intimacy into your conversations more times than you could count. In truth, you were entirely ready and willing. There was just one issue—the pale-haired man beside you, who was practically vibrating with a fierce, protective energy as he shot daggers at Zayne.

Xavier’s reaction wasn't  driven solely by a sense of safeguarding your honor—it was fueled by his personal claim to your promised first experience.  The drunken echo of the promise lingered, a reminder of how you had assured Xavier he would be the first when you were ready. You genuinely intended to keep that vow, often finding yourself lost in daydreams of being pressed against Xavier, his strong arms enveloping you as you both navigated this uncharted territory. That promise seemed unwavering—until you realized how much it meant to Zayne. And you absolutely loathed yourself at the hurt in Zayne’s eyes when you would refuse him. Time and again , after Zayne averted his gaze to mask his disappointment, you’d find yourself harshly pinching a spot on your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, hoping it would escape Zayne’s notice. The physical pain served as a temporary balm for your emotions, dulling the heartache at knowing you were hurting him. But inflicting that same pain on Xavier? Just the idea made you freeze, your mind racing for new, gentle ways to let them down. When you realized the moment for truth had arrived, your stomach sank.

Sylus noticed the shift in your demeanor—the resolve settling in your shoulders, and the firm look in your eyes as you faced the two men. He let out a soft chuckle from his spot on the couch, lounging with a glass of wine in hand. “Oh no, sweetie. The moment has arrived. What’s your plan?” Sylus smirked, tapping his temple—a mockingly confident gesture true to Sylus’s nature. “After tonight, I’m sure you see the wisdom in the age-old saying—two is better than one.” Sylus paused, feigning a sudden revelation as mockingly as his usual head tap. Despite the simplicity of his comment—the gleam in Sylus's eyes suggested he saw it as a crowning moment of wit. Sylus’s amused demeanor was starting to grate on your nerves, and your glare spoke volumes about your patience nearing its limit. Yet, you held your tongue, seething silently as his monologue dragged on. “The logic extends to confessions too, especially when it’s the same issue affecting both people. So, kitten, if you want my humble advice, I’d suggest biting the bullet.” And there it was—the irritation simmering to the surface as Sylus droned on. Truth be told, it flared the moment the word “humble” escaped his annoyingly charming lips. Applying such a word to Sylus was a stretch, unless you were talking about how he managed not to boast about his immense wealth. But for the rest of him? Not so much. You shot him a sharp glare. “I'm sorry, did you seriously just use the word “humble” to describe yourself? In context with you, it’s leagues funnier than that terrible joke you just tried.” With a roll of your eyes you turned away. “Go find a corner to occupy, you’re officially unnecessary here.” Sylus smirked, gesturing towards Rafayel. “And what about our aquatic friend? He’s not mixed up in your drama is he? If you push me out, I’m taking him with me.”

Tendrils of crimson and shadow wove through the air like living smoke, Sylus’s energy magic reaching out with an elegant grace. It glided across the floor, coiling around Rafayel’s ankle with a deliberate tug. The unexpected pull caused Rafayel to stumble briefly, but with a graceful fluidity, he righted himself. With a deliberate flick of his wrist, Rafayel conjured a brilliant flame in his palm, the fire dancing with a life of its own. His eyes burned with a blend of purple, magenta, and blue—a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors that defied nature—each hue shimmering like sunlit ocean waves. The teasing, joyous spirit you knew had vanished, replaced by a figure of such commanding presence that he towered over all. As he stood, radiating power like the majestic crash of ocean waves, you could almost see Rafayel as he once was—the God of the Sea. Though he no longer bore the title, Rafayel still embodied the presence and boundless power of a true deity. His voice echoed with authority, wrapping the room in its potent embrace. “Watch yourself.” His eyes locked onto Sylus with an intensity that spoke volumes, a simmering threat lurking in their depths. “I’ve been itching for the opportunity to wipe that smug smile off your face. So go on—tempt me.” With a light tap to his temple, Sylus’s smile spread gradually, looking as though Rafayel’s fiery eruption was the most delightful present anyone had ever bestowed upon him. “Alright fish, that’s enough for now. Let’s put your bravado aside, shall we?” The authority in Sylus’s voice stood toe-to-toe with Rafayel’s, yet it was tempered by an undercurrent of dark mockery that simmered beneath. “Flaunting power doesn’t entice me, so let’s call this little performance to a close.”

You felt it the moment Rafayel’s composure shattered—his eyes darkened like a brewing storm, and his skin began to shimmer as his power surged to the surface. In that split second, almost reflectively, you did what you had vowed to never do.

“Rafayel.”

Your voice carried a startling authority of its own—resonating with a force that seemed to lunge forward, embedding itself within Rafayel. The bond you shared with the Lemurian came alive as you spoke his name, like a sacred invocation—the mark over his heart blazing fiercely as the connection thrummed between you. Rafayel’s eyes locked onto yours, profound as the ocean, responding to the leash of his name. “Raf, please stop—you’re making me nervous,” you implored softly, though you knew he couldn’t resist your request. “Also, I just updated the decor—I’d prefer to leave it intact." This power over Rafayel brought you no satisfaction, in truth it pained you. The notion of controlling a person was an enigma that unsettled you deeply.

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Unless you were asserting dominance over the men who hungrily surrounded you—that was a scenario where power felt inherently right. That notion alone unleashed a cascade of enticing ideas swirling in your head. As you surveyed your assembled men, a plan began to take shape—next time, the gathering would embrace a theme of you holding the reins—a  prospect destined to occupy your thoughts until it became a reality.

You shook your head softly, grounding yourself; swiftly concluding that what the room needed most right now was a diversion. Reluctant as you were to embrace it, you couldn’t deny that this promised a truly spectacular distraction. With a decisive clap of your hands, you captured everyone's attention. “Listen up boys—I plan on reliving this escapade as many times as I wish, and you will do your best to get along and fulfill your roles.” The teasing lilt in your voice was carefully crafted to reassure them that everything was okay. You pivoted toward Xavier and Rafayel, a sudden realization dawning as your eyes locked with Xavier’s. His eyes met yours with a calm, unreadable expression that sent your stomach into free-fall. You walked toward him but stopped before reaching out, respecting his clear, silent boundary—marked by crossed arms and a distant stance. “Bun, what’s going on?” Xavier's voice was so soft—infused with the pain and confusion he felt. The unspoken secret weighed heavily—Xavier struggled with the knowledge that there was something you hadn’t entrusted to him. He longed to take you aside, away from prying eyes, to unravel this mystery in private. Despite his trust in you, the context was unsettling amidst the crowd. As he looked at you—his anchor in the universe—he hated the pang of mistrust that went through him. You breached his space, whispering, “I’m so sorry, Xav, I didn’t mean to worry you.” before retreating to face Zayne, whose stoic gaze was softened with implicit trust. His faith in you radiated in a subtle lift of his lips and a nod—encouraging you to proceed.

Despite the commotion, Zayne felt a serene detachment. His faith in you was ironclad, be it amidst confessions or mysteries. More than anything, Zayne was just ready to delve into this issue. What had always gnawed at Zayne was the wait—the endless anticipation of sharing that intimate moment he knew you both desired. It was rare for Zayne to indulge in selfish thoughts, but he couldn't help but hope that this resolution would come to an end with him buried deep in your ass. You flashed Zayne a gentle smile, before standing up on the couch, positioning yourself just within Sylus’s reach should you tumble. Sylus, all flirtatious energy and soft touches, gave your ass a light, teasing slap. You playfully batted his hand away, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on his lips, fingers threading through his hair. “Haven’t you been a naughty enough boy tonight?” you teased with a sultry pout, earning a low growl and a sharper smack in response. “I guess i’ll be needing some discipline, won't i, sweetie?” he murmured, his deep voice and tantalizing words sent a thrill up your spine. You kissed the tip of his nose, savoring the playful intimacy before straightening up again. “First, I want to apologize. I’m largely to blame for this whole fiasco.” Your eyes narrowed in Sylus’s direction. “Not the sole reason,” you continued, turning back “but certainly the main one. So—sorry about that. Still; this entire situation is absurd. This secret doesn’t deserve the spectacle it’s become.”

Exhaling deeply, your gaze met Zayne’s. “You covet the honor of being the first to take my asshole’s virginity so intensely, I worry about the toll it would take on your well-being if that fantasy wasn't fulfilled.” Zayne just folded his arms, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “In truth, those fears are mutual,” he jested.  “Problem is, I already promised that particular honor to Xavier.” Suspicion flared momentarily in Zayne's eyes. “Was this before or after you made that promise to me?” His tone was cautious, yet curious. You quickly reassured him, “before, I promise,” and his suspicion dissipated. Xavier’s soft voice cut through the silence. “So I guess that makes me the one who got screwed over.” Despite his upset he looked at you with gentle eyes. “Can we talk somewhere private?” You nodded, the prospect of a private conversation bringing you immediate relief. Together, you slipped to the kitchen, a comfortable silence enveloping you both. The gentle click of the door lock piqued your curiosity as Xavier approached, his fingers weaving into your hair as he rested his forehead against yours with a sigh. “I know you have your reasons; but it still stings a bit that you kept something from me,” he murmured. “You’re right to feel that way,” you acknowledged softly. He squeezed you even tighter and asked, “So, what happened?” You leaned back to meet his gaze. “I promised you long before Zayne brought it up. and I meant every word I said when I made it. But Zayne’s enthusiasm is overwhelming—it’s like a dream for him.” Xavier whined softly, his hands playing over your hips. “Why can’t he be second? I just want to go first.”

Xavier's puppy dog eyes nearly undid you, drawing out a giggle as you leaned into his touch, rising on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “In the end, you claimed the V-card that really counts,” you whispered, Xavier’s soft sigh mingling with your words as his lips met yours in a deep kiss. He pressed gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks before lifting you into his arms and placing you softly on the kitchen table, his lips finding yours again with a passion much more intense than before. Xavier's eyes met yours, lips glistening and eyes filled with a dazed desire. “I believe,” he said, placing kisses along your collarbone, “you fell for me first.” A teasing bite on your shoulder followed. “And that means I’ve won the right to lead you through all of your firsts… Particularly that that involve your irresistible body." His voice was low as his teeth bit the mound of your breast, his tongue soothing gently over the sting.  “You don’t seem too troubled by the idea of me trying it with Zayne first though. And ever since you first mentioned it, it’s been radio silent.” You tugged Xavier closer. “What eased my nerves in telling you was your lack of urgency about it,” you added. Xavier pulled back slightly, his eyes dancing with gentle amusement. “I, unlike some, value patience and deeply respect your boundaries.” He combed his fingers gently through your hair, tangling them to tilt your head back. “However, it seems that was a mistake—rather than coming to me, you sought someone else to take my place.” You knew Xavier’s words should have sparked at least a hint of remorse, but there was none to be found—not with the way he touched you, his blue eyes sparkling with a teasing warmth. He slid you back on the table as he expertly positioned your legs, bending your knees until they framed your flushed face. Xavier’s eyes danced lazily before fixing on his goal, his hands slipping beneath your hips to pull you closer.

Xavier's words came with a mischievous lilt, “I realized we’re out of lube, Bun,” he murmured, placing a kiss near your sensitive skin, prompting a surprise inhale from you. “We can’t let that happen to your doctor right? Let me help.” Your body momentarily froze. Sensing the pause, Xavier’s words flowed like a gentle stream. “You know you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” he whispered. You replied softly, “It’s not that—it’s just, would it be good for you?” His answering look was so honest. “How could it not be?” you nodded slowly. The remnants of your shared encounters lingered, and Xavier spread it, careful not to rush. The delicate contrast of your skin drew his gaze, stirring a soft wonder about how it might feel under the gentle sweep of his tongue. While Xavier quietly nursed his resentment for Zanye, he found comfort in the plan he had devised the moment the truth slipped from your lips. Xavier’s lips moved softly over your inner thighs and the curve of your ass, his tongue tracing light paths and his lips capturing your skin briefly, offering a hint of the pleasures ahead. His warm breath lingered over your sensitive skin, deliberate and comforting like a small breeze. Xavier hoped you’d enjoy the sensation—and he was right, as your quiet gasp and the subtle arch of your hips toward him revealed your growing need. This gentle urgency ignited a rush within Xavier, spurring him on as his mouth explored further. His tender kisses continued to dot your skin, the feel of his lips mingling with your slick warmth making you dizzy with pleasure. When your breathless giggles rang out, Xavier began to weave in soft flicks of his tongue, deepening each stroke as he moved toward your most sensitive spot. That first languid sweep of his tongue over your soft skin nearly undid him, a helpless whimper escaping him as your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

Xavier responded instantly, his next pass with his tongue applying a deeper pressure. The sensations overwhelmed you—entire galaxies danced behind your closed eyes, each touch from Xavier bringing forth a wave of pleasure beyond description. It was a tender kind of ecstasy—the sensations were softer, wrapping around you with a warm blanket. This experience felt more intimate than anything you and Xavier had shared before somehow. His tongue moved with such tenderness and skill, sparking ripples of electricity at the point of each touch. Your voice softly spoke his name like a sacred chant, your hand traveling down to circle your clit in the slickness. The sight of your fingers dancing over your slick folds, chanting his name like a mantra, was nearly Xavier’s undoing— barely aware as his hand found its way to his own arousal, spreading the precum in a hasty eager motion. His lips joined the fray, placing tender, wet suctions between skillful flicks and sweeps of his tongue. Occasionally Xavier teased you with breathy exhalations again, savoring the sweet giggles you gifted him in return. As his tongue gently explored your puckered entrance, the overwhelming pleasure had you gasping a soft curse, your hand on your clit moving more urgently.

Xavier was utterly absorbed in you, the sensation of your body lightly gripping his tongue, a promise for the time he’d finally claim all of you. He softly delved with his tongue, pausing for tender laps and licks at the smooth skin around it, mixing in gentle kisses and the softest teases of his teeth. The room was filled with the urgent sounds of Xavier's hand working his own arousal, intermingled with your breathless cries, creating an intoxicating symphony. Xavier sensed the approach of your release from the way your body tightened around his tongue, eliciting a soft sob from you. Your warmth trickled down, becoming one with the sensations Xavier’s tongue was creating. The way your body gripped his tongue, your warmth and your taste, had Xavier utterly ruined. Certain of your satisfaction, Xavier shifted, raising your hips to the perfect angle to receive his release. It was an overwhelming rush—stealing his breath and setting his heart racing as dizziness danced through his limbs. He spilled over your skin, ensuring no part was left bare, before gently scooping you up to maintain the placement of his release.

Zayne, Rafayel, and Sylus had gathered in the main room, lingering as they anticipated the conclusion of your and Xavier's activities in the kitchen. Rafayel and Sylus exchanged amused looks as Xavier walked in, holding you with your ass in the air, his release trailing down. Ignoring their knowing smiles, Xavier nodded towards the bedroom door, signaling for Zayne to follow. Xavier wanted to ensure that this intimate moment was only shared between you and Zayne.  Xavier recognized its deep significance for both of you, and despite his own mixed feelings, he was determined to make the experience as comfortable and joyful  for you as it could be. Silently, Zayne obliged, his gaze softening as he noticed your blissful grin, nestled in Xavier’s arms. “Zayniee, I missed you" you whispered with delight, looking up at him with pure adoration. You embodied satisfaction—covered in cum, eyes shining, a rosy flush adorning your cheeks. Zayne simply shook his head with a soft smile. Xavier gently laid you on the bed, keeping your body perfectly displayed for Zayne as Xavier motioned toward your inviting form. Speaking in a subdued tone, Xavier’s words carried an edge, a silent testament to his restrained fury aimed at Zayne. Always prioritizing your happiness, Xavier suppressed his irritation and offered a statement that provided him with some relief. “You want to lead? Go ahead. But you’ll do so wrapped in my essence—in a way, I'm still there.” His gaze bore into Zayne, a mosaic of emotions—a possessive protectiveness over you, frustration with Zayne, and surprisingly, a gentle trust as he entrusted you to Zayne’s care. With that, Xavier turned, leaving the room as the door closed quietly.

“Zayne?” Your voice was gentle, yet carried a new undertone of seriousness. When Zayne met your gaze, he was nearly overwhelmed at the depth of love he saw reflected there. With a playful wiggle of your hips, you suggested, “There’s a towel in the bathroom. Want to clean me up?” Your tender smile reassured him, and Zayne silently appreciated your request. He realized you would have welcomed the symbolism of Xavier’s essence being present, but he found himself relieved to forgo that connection. And truthfully, while you did enjoy the idea of intertwining their experiences, you recognized Zayne needed this moment to be exclusively his. You suspected that Xavier was aware of this too, as he had quietly demonstrated by leading you and Zayne to this room alone. Your gaze lingered on Zayne as he tended to you with the most gentle of care—his eyes reflected a subtle tenderness, and every pass of the warm cloth on your skin infused you with comfort and a re-kindling of desire. Zayne took his time, ensuring that the soft rag caressed every part of your skin. The soothing warmth of the rag, followed by the coolness of Zayne’s touch provided a soothing contrast. Your eyelids soon grew heavy, and you were just on the verge of drifting off when Zayne wrapped you carefully in his arms, cradling you against him as he spooned you softly. His fingers brushed your hair aside, exposing your neck as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone. “Are you alright?” he asked, his tone was tinted with seriousness. Zayne wasn’t referring to any disagreement with you and Xavier—seeing you arrive in Xavier's arms, covered by his essence—Zayne knew you two were on solid ground. Zayne's concern was solely for your wellbeing; he had no intention of proceeding unless he knew this was truly what you wanted. You shifted, threading your fingers through his hair, meeting his gaze with a clear certainty. Seeing the honest assurance in your eyes, Zayne felt his worries melt away. You drew his face to your yours, arching into him with a passionate intensity.

You craved Zayne—needed with every fiber of your being right now. You had dreamed of this moment, wanting nothing more than for him to be the one to share it with you. Now that it was unfolding—you were determined to seize every single second. This yearning drove you to cling to him tightly, your body aligning with his as if magnetically drawn. Feeling a light warmth trickle down your thigh, you reached between yourself and Zayne, wrapping your hand around his length, surprised by the abundance of precum coating it. You hummed in approval, spreading it over his shaft as you playfully remarked, “Looks like Xavier’s concerns about the lube weren’t necessary,” Zayne’s look was direct. “Is that the excuse he gave you for that display?” You just giggled, cozying back against him and parting yourself to welcome him.

"There it is, Zayne, right within your reach—The Promised Land.” A quiet burst of laughter escaped Zayne as his smile grew. “Silly girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against your hair. When you spoke again, your eyes were earnest, “Touch me Zayne. Please.” In that moment, Zayne’s resolve crumbled, your words dissolving his composure. With you already spreading yourself invitingly for him, it was effortless for Zayne to slide his cock along your sensitive skin, his movements slow and deliberate. Though this was an act familiar to Zayne, it felt different this time, as though his very being sensed a deeper bond forming between you. Zayne dedicated himself fully, transferring every bit of his essence to you, reclaiming what had once been covered by Xavier’s touch. Pulling you closer, he let his warm breath linger over your ear. “And how exactly do you want me to touch you, little one?” Zayne's words were probing, suffused with a quiet heat, they wrapped around you, and your breath hitched as you guided his hand. You arched your back, offering better access to your smooth puckered skin. You exhaled softly as his fingertips traced the lightest path over you. “Don’t you already know what to do, doctor? You’ve had plenty of time to study.” You purred, your voice a teasing lure for Zayne as his finger lightly caressed your entrance, enjoying its instinctive clench. You softly pleaded, “You've been there before Zayne—I need more.” Zayne aligned his thumb with your entrance, stirring the slickness as he eased just the tip inside. “Even Xavier’s tongue delved deeper, Zayne.” That remark earned a low growl and a heated murmur of “brat” from Zayne as he thrust his thumb in without warning.

Once his thumb was buried deeply inside you, Zayne’s other hand entwined tightly in your hair, positioning you so he could observe your every reaction. Zayne’s irritation was a particular pleasure for you—his method of administering consequences always made your actions worthwhile—especially now that his reactions carried a newfound intensity. This was clear from the way you felt no remorse, even though Zayne had just abruptly thrust his finger into your ass—eliciting a sharp pain that momentarily clouded your lust. “Better?” His voice, heavy with seductive authority, sent shivers down your spine. It was obvious too when the first words to fall from your lips came as a deep sigh of, “Yes, Zayne—just like that.” Those words ignited something within Zayne—he had planned to approach this moment with the utmost care, showing his love in his every delicate touch. Yet, the tone of your voice and the longing in your eyes implored him for more, and it surprised him how willing he was to meet that request. Once your body settled into relaxation after its initial response, you almost went limp in Zayne's arms, completely entrusting yourself to him. He maintained a consistent rhythm—sensing your craving for intensity yet choosing to gently prepare you first. His thumb moved in and out of your entrance, slow and deep—Zayne would pull back just to the tip, savoring the tight suction before drawing in more of his essence and plunging deeply once more. Zayne became enveloped in this sensation, his eyes closing as he focused on the feeling of your grip around his thumb, how each movement made you even wetter. He sighed as he ran his hand through your folds, mixing your essence with his. You were utterly tantalizing—the very picture of a man's deepest fantasies. You felt Zayne slowly introduce a second finger, offering your body time to accommodate the new sensation this time.

Once you began to relax around the dual intrusion, Zayne’s lips and teeth etched a persistent path across your skin. You wondered how your lovers could still find you alluring, marred as you were by the marks of their passion. But, as Zayne eagerly added his own signature to the canvas of your skin, you realized this wasn’t something to be concerned about. The challenge of concealing these marks in the upcoming weeks, however, was a much more realistic concern.

Zayne was nearing his breaking point, his lips flushed and slick, breath escaping him even faster than yours. He was more of a mess than you, and Zayne nearly rejoiced when your quiet whisper cut through his desire-laden trance. The request for “more” was so faint that Zayne might have missed it had he not been attuned to every nuance of your expression. Zayne positioned his shaft at your entrance, gently tracing soothing circles on your hips and your ass. Your entire being cried out for Zayne to finally take you,and he could see that desperation, yet he had to confirm. “Are you completely certain about this?” Eyes remaining closed, you were nearly beyond words as you sighed deeply, sinking further into the softness of the comforter beneath you, “Need you so bad, Zayne. Please—i'll do anything,” The last word was a pure plea from the depths of your being. As Zayne’s cock slowly opened you up, your body stayed perfectly at ease. After the meticulous attention from both Xavier and Zayne, you didn’t feel the slightest nervousness about what was to come.

Your mind and body were at ease, and soft giggles, whimpers, and whispered iterations of Zayne’s name escaped your lips as he pushed deeper into you. A strangled sob of “yes” echoed as he pushed in completely—Zayne rendered motionless by the overwhelming sensation of your warmth and tight embrace. Honestly, Zayne was surprised he hadn’t simply ceased to exist in that moment—reforming as a being set to traverse the universe to find your spirit once again. The pressure of being embedded in your ass was far more intense than the snug fit of your cunt, almost overpoweringly so at first. Drawing you as tight as he could against him, Zayne’s face nestled into your neck, his warm breath escaping in a huff as he pulled away to the tip before pushing in again. Quickly captivated by the intensity, Zayne seemed to drift—his senses absorbed by the slow, deliberate rhythm of his movements. Resting his head on your shoulder, he watched in admiration as your breasts bounced gently with each pull of his hips. You embodied pure sinfulness—your slick skin exuding lust as your hand wandered across it. Zayne's teeth found your neck as your fingers explored your depths.

It was surprising how deeply connected you were to Zayne in that moment; perhaps this was the reason behind his insistence and eagerness to explore anal together. It dawned on you why he wanted to be your first, and quietly, you sensed he shared these same revelations. Zayne, having anticipated this intensity, knew from his research there was something special about it, yet nothing truly prepared him for this. Your body seemed intent on holding him as if he were becoming an inseparable part of you, and Zayne felt that profound bond as well. He was a beautiful mess—his skin glistening with sweat as he whispered your name and sweet murmurs fervently, his cock gliding slickly in an abundance of precum, a filthy testament to his arousal. You were equally overwhelmed, desperately rubbing your clit, your head gently bobbing with his motions, tears of bliss tracing your cheeks. A quiet, “love you, Zayne” slipped out, carrying straight to Zayne’s heart.

It was your declaration of love that tipped Zayne over the edge, building to a power climax that surpassed anything he’d ever felt before. Zayne succumbed to wave after wave of ecstasy, each pulse of his release felt keenly against your tightly enveloping warmth. The sensation of his throbbing veins and the filling warmth of his seed sent you spiraling into your own breathtaking orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing from where you were joined to every part of your being. Even after his movements slowed, Zayne remained nestled within you, savoring the lingering connection. Once more, your latest release soaked the bedding—a new trait of yours that Zayne found himself utterly obsessed with.

As the pleasure ebbed, you floated in its serene wake, a dreamy, weightless sensation setting comfortably within you. With movements that were slow and almost worshipful, Zayne delicately cleaned you with a warm cloth again. His touch was as meticulous and caring as it had been the first time; the warmth of the rag tracing soothing paths across your skin. His gentle hands and the soft kisses he left on your skin’s marks eased you softly to sleep. After attending to himself, Zayne took a brief moment to look in on you again before checking in on the rest of the group. During the time you and Zayne had been lost in each other, Rafayel and Sylus had quietly slipped away, leaving only Xavier dozing on the couch. Zayne sighed with relief, grateful for the chance to spend the rest of the night holding you close.

When Xavier awoke, sleep still lingering, he wandered to the bedroom to find you and Zayne softly entwined, your breaths synchronized in a peaceful rhythm. Gently, Xavier settled behind you, a soft, sleepy sigh escaping him the moment his body relaxed against yours. Your satisfaction seemed to emanate from you, enveloping Xavier as he breathed in your scent. A selfish desire stirred within him to wake you, fueled by the fantasy of taking Zayne’s place. But, exhaustion triumphed as he snuggled closer, melting into your warmth.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi Mouse! Could you pretty please write some general romantic headcanons for the bachelors. No in particular just stuff like how they romance the farmer and what they do as a couple. Thanks!

Sure thing, dear anon! Thanks for your ask, enjoy some headcanons!🫰💕

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Some romantic SDV bachelors x Farmer headcanons:

Elliott:

Letters. Many, many love letters, and not just any love letters. Every letter must be perfect, every word must convey the love that Elliott feels for Farmer. Even the paper must be of high quality and pleasant to the touch. There's a whole ritual involved, because it's for Farmer, after all.

Elliott loves to take Farmer for a walk on the sandy shore just as much as he loves to sit with them in the Saloon with a bottle of wine. Still prefers the walks more, though, as they are alone together and without any noise other than the sounds of the sea waves and seagulls singing.

One of their special pastimes together is leaving seashells in the sand. Yes, that's right, not collecting them, but spreading them out so the hermit crabs can find a home and not use plastic cups for that. Farmer and Elliott sign the shells and take a photo as another crab has found a shell. It's very sweet, really.

There probably isn't a day that goes by that Elliott doesn't tell Farmer that they are the love of his life. Of course, Farmer knows this and loves just as much, but Elliott just adores his partner. He likes to back up his words of adoration with lots of gifts too: some small but nice things that are sure to please Farmer.

Sam:

Given Sam's love for music and his excellent skill in playing the guitar, Farmer will hear many serenades dedicated to them. And it's not just guitar music, it's also a whole song that Sam will sing with his beautiful voice. Just like in the novel, honestly.

Tickle war! The perfect excuse for Sammy to fool around with Farmer and hear their beautiful, ringing laughter. Especially when his partner is sad or moody for whatever reason. A grumpy Farmer in his sight? The heck, Illegal for him! So Sam will take matters into his own hands and cheer up Farmer. He won't be mean about it (maybe~).

Generally, Sam is all for any kind of time with his partner, but probably his favourite is just lying on the grass on a summer afternoon with Farmer and looking at the clouds. Pointing a finger at the sky and convincing Farmer that that cloud looks exactly like a pizza, and feigning offence when Farmer laughs at him because he "sees pizza everywhere". Just a lazy day together, away from problems and things to do.

Physical attention is integral when it comes to expressing Sam's love for Farmer: holding hands, hugs (a lot) and kisses on the cheek and lips (even more). He's a fan of PDA and is ready to talk non-stop about how much he loves Farmer, wrapping them up in a tight embrace.

Harvey:

Maybe for some people sitting near a fireplace is not considered too special, but even here Harvey managed to create a truly magical and cosy atmosphere. Warm firelight, hot aromatic coffee, comfortable plaid and a lot of pleasant conversations about past moments and plans for the future. Especially when snow is falling outside the window/thunderstorm is raging.

The doctor has already got so good at cooking dinner that Gus has to take him on as an assistant. And some pretty elaborate dishes that are usually served in restaurants. So one of Harvey's love signs is to spoil his partner with a tasty and, importantly, healthy dinner almost every night. (Gus jokingly says that soon the Farmer's will stop visiting Saloon altogether because they have their own skilful chef.)

Likes to make surprises for Farmer. Surprise gift, surprise date - surprises everywhere! There is nothing more satisfying for Harvey than to see his lover's face go from surprise to delight and then tender love when they looked at Harvey again.

Well, where's a romantic time - and without dancing? Robin and Demetrius now have to move aside because there's another lovely couple on the dance floor. Nothing chaotic (especially after a few glasses of fancy vine), but as soon as light jazz plays in the Saloon, Harvey asks his partner for a slow dance. The doctor is still a little shy about dancing among strangers, but Farmer's soft gaze was enough to make all insecurity go away.

Sebastian:

Sebastian will show Farmer all his favourite places with fantastic views. And it's not limited to views of the big metropolis with its neon signs and billboards. Sebby will take Farmer for a ride to, for example, a small clearing near Stardew Valley, where they can both enjoy a beautiful view of the stars without all that light from the houses.

He and his partner also like to visit places they've never been to on his motorbike. Just without thinking, Sebastian and Farmer will go to some random cafe that is rumoured to serve delicious coffee, or to a rare comic book shop in Zuzu City. Leaving the jungle of the metropolis and returning to the more wooded area of Pelican Town.... Heh, and earlier Sebby wanted to escape the small town, but instead found the love of his life.

He enjoys listening to anything Farmer tells him, whether it's a spoiler for a new release of a science fiction film, a new character in their DnD game, or stories about the cows and rabbits on the farm. Honestly, he is willing to listen to Farmer 24 hours a day, and he never gets bored of it.

Romantic frog hunting! Well, "hunt" refers to Sebastian and Farmer walking near the ponds with a camera to look for frogs and toads to take photos. Later, they return home to photoshop the photos and get pictures of the cutest frogs. And memes. Seriously, the toad with eyes - lasers that destroys JojaMart was hilarious that the local emo and Farmer laughed for half a day.

Alex:

It's safe to say that one of Alex's love languages is to constantly ask the Farmer if they need help. Not that he's being so intrusive, no. It's just that the athlete believes that Farmer's problem is now his problem too, and wants to show that they can always count on him if they need anything because he loves them.

Alex loves his date with Farmer at the beach. And he doesn't care too much whether the couple is playing volleyball, swimming in the sea or lounging on a beach rug in the bright sunshine - beach dates are the best! It's even better when access to Ginger Island is open and they can go to the beach every season. Farmer is happy - and that's what matters. The main thing - stock up on plenty of sun cream, otherwise the date will end on a not very pleasant note.

At first Alex didn't do it on purpose, but seeing that his partner would sometimes steal his jumpers and jackets and put them on themself, he started leaving his clothes out in plain sight. It's hard to explain, but he likes to see his beloved Farmer in his clothes, even if it means he's unlikely to see his favourite jumper again.

Although the athlete usually shows simple, one can even say - standard, signs of attention, such as flowers, chocolates, walks in the forest, etc, but he tries to make every day special. Farmer sees their partner's efforts, his love and care, and therefore assures Alex that he is not banal, but a very romantic partner. Real gold (envy silently!).

Shane:

One day Shane saw a tandem bike on TV and thought: heck, why not? He'd like to try something new. It would be both a good ride to burn some calories and a nice time with Farmer. Even his favourite chicken Charlie could sit in a cosy bike basket. Farmer liked the idea too, so Pelican Town will often see these two lovebirds riding their bike (and hear Shane complain that his legs are killing him now).

Amusingly, what would normally be considered just a work, Shane sees as bonding with his partner. Especially taking care of the chickens and making winter preparations like jam and pickled peppers. The constant talking and bantering between these two..... It's so special and beautiful for Shane.

Shane is not at all shy of strangers when it comes to physically expressing his love for Farmer. Hugs and kisses - Shane loves Farmer's attention and showering them with the same attention and love. Lewis, shut up, you're generally afraid to show your relationship with you-know-who. Ha ha, Sam, very funny, expect chilli powder in your lunch. No one dares spoil his moment, got it?

The chicken man also doesn't mind having a game night with Farmer to take their mind off work for a bit. All the delicious (and not too healthy) snacks, drinks, a big screen TV and their favourite video game - in Shane's opinion, not a bad pastime either (which can turn into an even better thing~).

[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

[cerezasefimeras]

PRETTY BOY WHO TELLS PRETTY LIES

virgin!RINDOUx gn!reader, nsfw ⸺Rindou, has been sending messages and talking so much about all the things he would do to you, how badly he wants to take you… but when the moment comes, it's the total opposite CW: submissive!rindou, (implied) trashy!reader, , meany!reader, overstimulation, implied mindfuck!rindou, oral (male recieving), WC: 404 words. pd: this was going to be a one shot but your girl was struggling, so i hope this is still good ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა pd2: it's my first time writing smut in English, I swear my Spanish smuts are so much better. ): (And also, please tell me ways to improve, i love writing and i would love to write more often here…)

Rindou was pretty. Even with his eyes rolling back, his head red from embarrassment and the lack of air your chunky belt was allowing in, with how his whimpers and cries increases the moment you pull your mouth away of his cock denying him once more of another orgasm… he was still pretty, fuck, you’ll even say this make him more adorable. You both share a look, his eyes glimmering with inexperience desire and yours full with hunger, his lips slightly open trying to say something coherent, to use his pretty manners to ask for a simple orgasm, he knew he had lied to you but doing this to him was so unfair…

— ‘Please, y/n… please…’ — He whines in a broken grunt, you smile innocently tilting your head to the side, fingers slowly caressing his upper thigh delighted at the view of his dick twitching painfully. — ‘Ah-ah… I wanna have my fun with ya’’ — The reply just made him whine even harder, it was pathetic really… This was the same guy that was oh so confident that was going to rock your world, give you orgasm after orgasm… but when the time came and you were already fully naked in his bed you realized that Mr popular younger Haitani… was a virgin.

And honestly, if could have been nice and teach him how to fuck and please… but with the possibility of being able to make this man go insane, taking every single one of his first… it was more fun this way. Hearing his cries while your head pumps up and down his thick erection, seeing his body react at the minimal touch for more, watching him struggle to obey the (not so) simple command of ‘no touching without permission.’ It was making you so wet, it was worth it.

— ‘Come on…, fuck. Slow down.’ — The little whimper makes you raise your eyes towards Rindou — ‘O-or just fuck me, but please y/n i need it.’ — He begs after seeing those addictive eyes looking at him again, you giggle around his length making him tremble, feeling his pelvis tickling. — ‘I cannot hold it anymore… y/n- i'm sorry for lying, yeah? but- o-oh fuck, please.’ — His deep voice being so high pitched and needy was so adorable. Honestly, you wanted to break him but he was making you so soft that it was difficult to achieve that.

Would you let him cum?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcreds to: @cerezasefimeras

[lecsainz]

Hi can you do some charles headcanons dating a emo girl (and she plays bass in a emo band)

SHE MAKES SONGS

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: charles leclerc x emo!reader

an: I loved writing that! I was a bit scared of getting something wrong, so I didn't delve too deep into it.

summary: the one where you are a bassist in an emo band and date charles.

Charles loves when you play the bass. He finds the emo tunes you create both fascinating and alluring. The way your fingers dance over the strings makes him appreciate your talent even more.

You both complement each other in a unique way. Charles with his racing attire and you with your emo style; it's an unexpected but intriguing contrast that draws attention and makes people curious about your relationship.

Charles adores calling you by sweet nicknames in French, like "Mon Trésor" my treasure, "Ma Belle" my beauty, or "Mon Coeur" my heart . Hearing these terms of endearment from him makes your heart flutter every time.

Despite being at your gigs, you always manage to keep tabs on Charles's races. During breaks between songs, you discreetly ask someone from your band's crew for updates on your boyfriend's race position. Charles finds it adorable and loves that you're always keeping track, no matter where you are.

Charles loves brainstorming with you for new songs. He's always there to bounce ideas off, offering a fresh perspective and helping you fine-tune your creations.

Sometimes, during interviews or public appearances, Charles subtly mentions your band or a particular song, expressing his admiration for your talent.

"Ah, well, you know, I've got to say, my girlfriend is an incredible musician. She plays bass in her band, and honestly, she's amazing. The way she pours her heart and soul into her music—it's something else. I'm really proud of her. I mean, I know I'm probably going on about her, but it's hard not to when you're so impressed by someone's talent, you know?" smirks "She's got this way of captivating the audience with her passion for music that's just... it's something special. And yeah, I think I'm a pretty lucky guy to have her in my life, both as an incredibly talented musician and as my partner." grins "Sorry, got a bit carried away there, but I can't help it. She's just that good."

He absolutely adores it when you pick up your bass and play just for him. Your private jam sessions, where you perform songs specially dedicated to him, become treasured moments between you both.

Charles loves it when you share your new compositions with him first, feeling honored to be the primary listener and your biggest supporter.

There have been a few secret moments where Charles has joined you on stage, playing a simple melody on the piano while you perform. It's a beautiful surprise for the audience.

Charles is your biggest fan at your band's performance. He proudly attends your shows and, to your surprise and delight, wears a shirt emblazoned with "My Hot Bassist Girlfriend" in the front row. His unwavering support and cheering from the crowd make your performances even more special.

He frequently plays your band's songs in the Ferrari garage, showing immense pride in your musical talent.

One day, Charles surprises you by gifting one of his favorite bracelets, a piece he hardly takes off. He expresses that he wants you to have something of his close to you, a sign of his deep affection and trust.

On race days, you proudly wear Ferrari-themed outfits but add your personal touch, incorporating elements that reflect your own style. Charles appreciates the gesture, feeling a sense of unity when he sees you in his team's colors.

[microtyalm13]

How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - 🐠🎩

mmmhehehhe... < З I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty

gavriil. — the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.

xiaolong. — prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...

taisya\tasechka. — when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.

derzena. — she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.

veniamin. — oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <З despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.

livy. — he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <з lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.

[kanasbinwriting]

Hiii, tysm for considering my request! I honestly would just like headcanons based on after the reader and Mychael met!

MYCHAEL X READER WHO LIKES TO READ

Thank you so much for your request and answering my question!! Sorry that it took so long, I have been so busy recently with life and I wanted to play the new update of the game before I writing this... Im going insane for his chickens

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- He is thrilled when you tell him about your love for books and gets even more thrilled when you tell him that you work at a library

- He would love to have you read something for him as you two cuddle by the fireplace

- You sometimes read certain pages aloud and he always listens intently, sometimes asking questions or making playful comments

- He would love to read a book with you and talk about it with you

- You sometimes have to explain some words or phrases to him

- He doesn't always understand them immediately, but he tries his best

- He always prepares little snacks for you to eat during your reading sessions

- He might even come to visit you at your job if there are little to no people in the library

- Sometimes, when you visit him, he surprises you with a new book

- He either bought the book because it reminded him of you or if you've mentioned it before

- He would definitely build a library corner for you and add all the books you left at his place and a few new ones he bought for you

- He daydreams about being in your arms as you read him a book aloud, there's always a blue hue on his cheeks when he thinks about it

- He'd definitely wants the two of you to go to the library he talked about together

- He does not go there as often as he used to, but since you have shared your love for books with him he can't stop thinking about going to the library with you

- Since you're a librarian you might know a thing or two about a certain genre he likes and he would be delighted to talk about it with you

- I think he only ever read nonfiction books, books that provide knowledge, but he wouldn't mind trying other genres for you or with you

- If you get too engrossed in your book, he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and nuzzle into your neck, silently asking for your attention

- But he also enjoys just watching your face intently, smilling to himself as your expressions change with the story

- He can't help but feel bad when he falls asleep when you start a book before bed and eagerly asks you to summarise it for him in the morning as you two have breakfast

- If you somehow fall asleep as you read, he will giggle to himself and gently place a bookmark inside to save your page, knowing how annoying it can be to lose a page

- He definitely loves the smell of new books and has his nose already in your new book the moment you step inside his place

- Every time you come visit him, he already has a self-made bookmark prepared for you

- He may not be a fan of every genre, but he would never get sick of listening to you talking about your lovely books

[heartbrkr]

a hindrance to peace

SUMMARY You remembered at an inconvenient moment that you weren’t your boyfriend’s first kiss, nor lover.

PAIRING kim sunwoo x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idolverse!au, established relationship, fluff, slight attempt at humor

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS a jealous reader and an even more jealous sunwoo, they have a playful argument, two swear words, sunwoo is reader's first bf, nct's haechan mention (you'll see LOL), dialogue heavy

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first tbz/sunwoo fic inspired by this tiktok.. honestly, i'm a bit nervous to post this, but i loved writing it! feedback is greatly appreciated! ☻

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

In between the adrenaline-filled moments with Sunwoo comes its fair share of soft and lingering ones that remind the memory of each other’s outline. Tonight was time for the latter, finding peace in the way your bodies intertwined on the sofa and words exchanged about anything and everything. At least, that was the initial plan.

He was talking about his latest project, accepting an offer to produce another group’s track. You were trying so hard to listen to him describe the vibe of the comeback, but the only thing you could feel was your overflowing pride for him. As a perfectionist, your boyfriend works very hard. You’re beyond delighted to find out that his talents and efforts have been paying off.

Out of excitement, you grab his face with the intention of giving him a congratulatory kiss. You both lean in, prepared to stop talking for the next few minutes, when all of a sudden, a revelation pops into your head:

Remember when he kissed people who weren’t you?

Your eyes are now wide open; you won’t let that slide. Though, you wonder why you’re only realizing it at this very moment. 

Sunwoo’s parted lips hover over yours, but they never meet. Your palms no longer squish his cheeks. Simultaneously, you glare down at his mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” You see his lips move, but his words don’t process for you.

One of your eyes involuntarily twitches, vividly imagining how Sunwoo’s perfect, plush lips have moulded against ones that aren’t yours, sighed names that don't belong to you, caressed others’ skin with his bare hands. Held his past lovers closer with the intent of never letting go (he eventually did, though, obviously).

He can so clearly see your face morphing deeper in distress with every unpleasant thought that makes its way into your brain; hiding your facial expressions wasn’t exactly your best suit.

“Hey.” He sternly tries to call out, yet you’re still stuck in your sulk. For about a minute, he thought you were pulling a prank on him. But with every passing beat that you don’t acknowledge his attempts to pull you out of your state, he starts to feel dread seep into his body.

Gradually losing his cool, he pats the side of your thighs, face, and eventually finds his hands in your own. He shuts his eyes briefly in relief when he feels you return his touch. However, you still aren’t verbally responding.

You’re trying, though, and Sunwoo catches your mouth opening, only to release a deep breath. As you look for the words to verbalize what’s plaguing your mind, you don’t think you can do it without sounding stupid and petty. You know exactly how he’ll react, and you’re unsure if you’re mentally ready to handle that.

Fuck it, you think to yourself after a bit. Might as well say it now than let it get bigger than it actually is.

“Nothing.”

…Is what you weren’t supposed to say.

As you hesitantly look at his face, his features start to grow with impatience, one of the many things you were avoiding. He cuts you off before you could even sound a letter out of defense.

Sunwoo sighs out exaggeratedly. “Well, it must be so unimportant that you deprived me of a makeout, hm?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at his tone. “What I meant to say was, I remembered something,” he hums back at you rather impatiently, but you dismiss it, merely raising an eyebrow at him, “that I’m not the only person you’ve kissed.”

“Well, yeah. We have talked about this before. Why are you thinking about my exes when we’re about to kiss?” The plural term he uses only adds a prick to your already agitated nerves.

“But you’re all my firsts. Like, we were made for each other, and you were out there fucking around with people who weren’t me? It isn’t fair.” As you say each word aloud, you’re slowly realizing how unserious this was, but you’ll keep stringing the problem along. That’s what he gets for kissing other girls.

He laughs at you in disbelief with his eyebrows furrowed, just as you expected. “You aren’t serious, are you? Sounds like a you problem that you have zero game.”

Sunwoo tries to steal a teasing peck, but you’re faster to block him with a throw pillow, halfheartedly offended by his comment. “But when I bring up the fact that you shoved Changmin just because I said he was attractive before we were dating…”

Pushing the cushion away from his face and to the floor, he looks back at you with the biggest pout you have ever seen. If it weren’t for the context of your current banter, you would’ve already whipped out your phone to take a photo. “That’s because you aren’t supposed to look at men— and women— who aren’t me!”

“Why are you allowed to get jealous and I’m not?”

The raccoon-resembling man in front of you pauses for half a second, lacking a logical argument to counter you. So he says whatever comes to his mind next: “...Because!”

“Changmin didn’t deserve that, by the way.” “Stop that!”

“Not before you tell me why.” 

He shakes his head violently and laughs, which eventually turns into a series of cut-off whines. “‘Cause my eyes are only on you! You’re the one I think about, no one else. The only time I talked about my exes was ‘cause you brought the topic up, not me!”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, today marked the day that you decided egging a jealous Sunwoo was the best form of personal entertainment. “But if you hid them any longer, wouldn’t you have been lying to me?”

Your boyfriend rubs his hands over his face and dramatically reclines over the sofa’s armrest, his torso gone from your sight. “Yah! You’re insufferable.”

“Someone has to keep up with you somehow.” You tell him before rising from your once comfortable spot. He feels the couch shift when you stand up to get away from him, only furthering the playful argument the both of you are having.

You purposefully pass his line of vision, but it backfires when his hand latches on your ankle, making you jolt in surprise. “No… Get back here…” Trails out of his mouth breathily from the awkward position he’s in.

A few forceful jerks of your leg isn’t enough for him to release you, so you resort to squatting to pinch his arm, which surprisingly works. However, you don’t get far when running away to a Sunwoo-free area, because he’s already right behind you.

He grabs you from your waist, dragging you back to the sofa. You resist his grip but the warmth of his arms is too comfortable to get out of. Intentionally, you make a weak attempt to escape. “Let me go!”

“No.”

“Okay, what if I told you Haechan from NCT was also handsome?”

That was enough for Sunwoo to loosen his hold and turn you around to face him by the doorway of the kitchen, no expression present. You try hard not to laugh at his face, but at the same time contemplating if you were taking this too far.

With the flattest tone he could muster, Sunwoo says to you, “Be serious.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer, your arms wrapping around him due to cute aggression caused by the man himself. He hugs you back tightly after failing to keep his arms to himself, pretending he’s still upset. Not being able to see his face due to your position, you could only imagine the sulkiest expression gracing his features.

When you pull away from the long embrace, you see the pouty face you visioned. With his cheeks back into your palms, he leans into your touch and you guiltily smile at him. “I’m sorry! I love you, my Sunwoo.”

He smirks at the emphasis on my, feeling the pace of his heart quicken. Of course, nothing gets past you, deciding that a simple mouth twitch was enough to bring up your fresh “fight”.

“Now you apologize. And don’t ask what for, unless you want another round of me pestering you?” His hand flies up to the back of your neck and lays your head on his shoulder, forcing you into another hug. “Nope, no more talking about exes and how you find my friends attractive.” 

There’s a pause between his first and next statement, leaving you patiently (loosely used) waiting for the apology that was asked for. To your surprise, his words were spoken sincerely instead of the sarcasm you anticipated.

“I’m sorry for not taking your existence into consideration when I had other partners before you. Won’t happen again. I love you, I promise you’re it for me.”

Your fondness for him multiplies by the thousands, so you show it by squeezing and swaying him to the fullest. Eventually, you start littering pecks all over his face and Sunwoo catches a glimpse of how your eyes are brimming bright with love. He indulges in the feeling, thanking everything and anything that he has you all to himself.

But you abruptly stop to look at him with an undecipherable expression and he resists letting out an irritated groan, thinking you still haven’t dropped the bickering from a few minutes ago.

Faux confusion appears on your face as you look up to the ceiling, index finger rhythmically tapping your chin. “Actually, I can’t really tell that you like me. Could you show me?” You make eye contact with him again, tilting your head with a pout.

Oh. He can do more than that.

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Silly Love

Hello!!! Here we go with a request from an anon for my Comeback Event!! Thank you so much for your request anon! It was such a delight to write!

Here is the request: “AAAAH i'm so excited for this event!!!! I wanted to request Ben Barnes with the Idiots In love trope!! like maybe they do interview together or we spot them publicly and they're so blushing and happy together that they forget to stay low in the public eye !! thank you so much Carole for giving us some fan content i love and appreciate your work so much ❤️”

This is so adorable, honestly…

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff your teeth will rot

Summary: you and Ben are giving a series of interviews for a project you’ve filmed together. But as the day goes by, it’s harder and harder for the two of you to remain serious and not act like the two fools in love that you are…

Word count: 3447

There was something in the way you spoke that always felt so reassuring to him.

Ben wasn’t certain of what it was exactly. The sound, the tone, the octave, the rhythm… He didn’t know what it was about your voice that simply… soothed him. He merely had to listen to you, close his eyes, and everything else would disappear.

He remembered the first time he heard it. It was through his TV screen. It didn’t feel the same then. It lacked the gentle imperfections your voice carried in real life. Still, he remembered watching the whole show you were playing in simply to listen to your voice.

One of these magic tricks of yours.

He should have been paying attention to what you were saying, to what the journalist was asking too. But as he stared at you, he simply forgot about anything else in the room but you. He stared at your eyelashes as they moved with each of your small blinking movements. He studied the curve of your nose, the line of your jaw, the colour of your lips. He knew how soft they felt against his. He fought against the sudden urge to simply cradle your neck, turn your head towards him, and kiss you until none of you could breathe…

You turned to him, and he fell into your eyes. Impossible to look away. Impossible to breathe at all. It felt like drowning, but in a wonderful way. Like falling forever and never wanting to hit the ground.

He didn’t even notice the way a dreamy smile formed on his lips. He was resting his chin in his palm, his elbow resting on the wooden armrest of his chair, set right next to yours.

He saw you tilting your head slightly, frowning a little…

He recognized those signs. It meant that you were waiting for an answer to something he had not been listening to…

“Ben? What do you think?” you repeated.

He shook himself, straightening up again, and blushing terribly.

“I… I am terribly sorry. I did not listen to the question,” he apologised, letting out an embarrassed laugh.

You soon joined him, chuckling while the interviewer repeated her question. You hid your embarrassment behind your hands…

You knew perfectly well why Ben had not been listening. He wasn’t paying attention.

You could hear his excuse, he gave it to you every time he wasn’t listening to you.

It’s not my fault if you’re too gorgeous to look at for me to focus on anything else.

And sometimes, you wondered if he truly meant that. Of course, you took it as a charming and flirty excuse. But there were moments when he would just stare at you the way he just did… maybe he was merely gawking at you, for real.

“Well, I was very happy to work with Y/N,” he answered, and you realized that, this time, you had been the one who wasn’t paying attention to the journalist sitting before you. “I had been admiring her work for a while so… huh… I was very curious to learn how she built her character’s presence, how she approached her roles. And it… it turns out that she is also an amazing human being so… I am a very happy man, indeed.”

You struggled to refrain a smile at his words. You knew perfectly well that you made him a happy man because of your blossoming relationship, not because of your talents as an actor.

You noticed the smirk that appeared on his lips, and knew that you were not doing a great job at hiding your emotions. A mix of satisfaction and embarrassment and shyness…

He adored it. He was so proud of himself for making you look like this. You were so adorable then…

You had not made your relationship official. Ben and you were both adamant in keeping your private lives private. Besides, you had met while working on this movie, and you didn’t want your relationship in your real lives to become a tool to promote the film. So, you were both determined to keep your relationship secret, for now.

You had to admit though that sitting next to Ben all day long, in a rather dark room, made it very difficult for you to act like the two of you were mere friends.

“What did you take home with you from set at the end of filming?” the interviewer asked, apparently oblivious of your inner battles.

“I took home some… small things that were on set… I don’t think I should tell you in details,” Ben laughed. “But I have one of my suits. Let’s… let’s say that.”

“What about you, Y/N?”

You thought for a second, but couldn’t stop yourself from answering as honestly as you could.

“Wonderful people.”

Ben and you exchanged a tender smile.

You were both resting your arms on the armrests of your chairs, and Ben used your proximity to brush his pinky finger against yours, ever so slightly, so no one in the room would notice.

The gesture was there though, tender and intimate, and you grinned at each other. Ben was blushing fiercely again.

“How nice!” commented the journalist.

“See? Told you. She’s amazing,” Ben nodded, making you roll your eyes.

“You have such an amazing chemistry on screen. I think it’s one of the biggest charms about this film, to be honest. And it must be hard to navigate through a love story between two characters. How did you manage that? How did you establish this connection?”

Ben cleared his throat and you saw him looking up at the ceiling, looking for a lie.

After all, he couldn’t answer with the truth. He couldn’t answer with: well, we both genuinely fell in love with each other off-screen, so it wasn’t hard to pretend to be madly in love on-screen. No, that couldn’t work…

You wanted to help him, find your own answer, but you were quite taken aback by the question as well. You were thinking about all these long evenings spent together in his apartment, drinking tea, or sometimes whiskey, and talking for hours and hours; failing to notice that the night was flying by. All those mornings laughing with him in make-up. Listening to his sweet voice as he sang on his piano during the weekend. The long walks on Sunday afternoons. And this feeling that kept on growing and growing, but you couldn’t possibly imagine that he felt the same…

And then, the comments of your friends about the two of you. The fact that you had become so close so quickly, that you wanted to spend so much time with him, that you didn’t think about dating anymore. The realization that struck you like a punch in the stomach that you were not having a mere crush, but were falling desperately, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with your co-star. The doubts, the long days spent thinking that he could never feel the same.

Until that Sunday afternoon when he sang this bloody song he had written, and you sat next to him while he played on his piano and… you just couldn’t stop yourself.

Your first kiss. It tasted like sunlight, tea and soft music.

You were brought back to the real world when Ben finally spoke.

“We talked a lot about the most intimate scenes, and the most emotional scenes too. Huh… we… we really wanted to be on the same page, and to be sure that we were both comfortable and able to express in the best way what our characters were feeling. And I think that level of understanding was very important. And… you know just… trusting each other. Huh… and then we simply became very good friends so it made everything pretty easy.”

You couldn’t refrain your tender smile as you stared at him while he spoke. You drank every word. You studied his dark hair you loved messing up with your fingers so much, his short beard you adored against your skin, the angle of his jaw, the corner of these lips you wanted to kiss all the damn time…

You shook yourself, trying to pay attention to the interview again.

“Alright a few fun questions now,” the interviewer said, a smile on her lips. “I’ll ask you some questions and you have to answer with the first thing that comes to your minds, at the same time, on the count of three. Sounds good for you?”

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, smiling as well.

“Alright. Tea or coffee? One, two, three…”

“Tea.”

“Coffee.”

You rolled your eyes at Ben’s answer, and he did the same because of you.

“That bloody, tasteless hot water,” you complained.

“I love coffee too.”

“But you prefer tea.”

“I do prefer tea.”

“Very cliché for a Brit.”

“True… I’m not going to try to deny that.”

The two of you exchanged a teasing smile, before focusing on the journalist again, waiting for her next question.

“Your favourite thing about each other. One, two, three…”

“His kindness.”

“Her kindness.”

You both gasped at your matching answers.

“You are extremely kind, like… too kind, honestly. Very patient as well,” you nodded, and Ben was grinning at your words.

It was the kind of radiant smiles that were almost blinding.

“You are way too sweet. And just so… so genuinely nice. In the best way,” Ben added, his grin turning into something softer as he stared at you. “You’re always trying to make sure everyone around you is happy and well. You have a very generous soul. I love that about you.”

“Aww…” you couldn’t help it when you reached for his hand and gave it a tender squeeze.

“Now, what is the thing you dislike the most about each other?” the journalist asked once you were looking at her again. “One, two, three…”

“Nothing.”

“He’s so distracting.”

Ben looked at you in shock while you and the interviewer were laughing so much.

“Wow… I was not expecting that one,” Ben admitted. “I was being so nice to you, I said ‘nothing’! Did you hear that?” he added, turning to the interviewer. “I can’t believe it...”

“You really are so distracting though.”

“I’m very focused when I work,” he argued.

“You have the whole shouting-to-get-into-character thing,” you started, counting on your fingers.

“Oh… yeah… that’s right. I see how that can be quite distracting…” he admitted, and you saw him starting to blush again.

“You’re always in people’s face, or touching me, or hugging me…”

“That’s nice though!”

“It’s nice, but still distracting.”

You raised a third finger.

“And you’re very handsome. It doesn’t help.”

His smile turned tender again, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Thank you, that’s nice.”

“Do you want to change your answer?” the journalist asked Ben with humour.

“I think I’ll say that she’s too honest sometimes.”

You all laughed.

“You never think before speaking,” Ben went on, still laughing. “It’s hilarious.”

“I am hilarious.”

“You truly are. But it gets you into so much trouble sometimes. Do you remember when we were at this restaurant and you thought the couple at the table next to ours were father and daughter?”

You doubled with laughter, hiding your face in your hands.

“That was so embarrassing.”

“You’re so loud…”

“I was tipsy!”

“Drunk. You were full-on drunk.”

“No, I wasn’t! I was very tipsy but I was not drunk.”

“Anyway, you said this so loudly and the look they sent us!”

You were both laughing so much, both of you forgetting all about the interview.

“I just wanted to disappear.”

“You really get us into so much trouble sometimes…”

“But you like it. You would be bored otherwise.”

“Just like I bet you love it when I distract you.”

“That’s quite true.”

You and Ben intertwined your fingers together, holding hands, and Ben brushed tenderly the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t think about what the gesture could mean for the rest of the world. You were too busy getting lost in his dark eyes.

The journalist interrupted your thoughts though as she spoke again. You separated your two hands, movements made slow by reluctance.

“What’s the last emoji you sent to the other? One, two, three.”

“Laughing face.”

“Kiss emoji.”

You frowned hard at Ben.

“Your last emoji was a heart, not a laughing f…”

But you saw the look in his eyes and stopped talking.

He was lying on purpose… shoot…

“Yes, you’re right, it was a laughing face,” you lied, but you were pretty certain that you were not convincing.

Ben tried to keep a straight face, but it was difficult.

The interview was (thankfully) over though, so the journalist left, and you bid her a good day with a handshake and a warm smile.

Ben asked for a two-minutes break before welcoming the next interviewer, pretexting that he needed to go to the bathroom, and you followed his lead.

Actually, you found refuge in the deserted staircase of the building, and both exploded with laughter in the empty space, your laughs amplified by their echoes.

“We really need to be more careful, my love,” Ben argued, trying to be more serious again.

“You’re right,” you nodded, letting him wrap his arms around you to draw you closer to him. “I’m sorry.”

“I am not fully innocent either…”

“But that emoji… and I said I sent you a kissing face!”

You buried your face in your hands and rested your forehead against his shoulder. Ben merely laughed.

“I don’t think that was enough to start a rumour about us being together, though,” he reassured you. “But I was right. You really need to learn to think before speaking…”

You swatted him playfully on his upper arm, and he doubled with laughter.

“Now, we should go back. We still have many interviews to give. And no more hand-touching, mister!” you scolded him.

“I can’t help it,” he complained. “Besides, before we go back, I really need to do something first. Something I’ve been dying to do ever since we entered this room, because… you are so beautiful like this, love…”

You gave him a flirtatious smile, knowing perfectly where this conversation was heading.

“And what could that be, honey?”

“This.”

He leaned down to kiss you tenderly on the lips, a hand climbing up your body to rest gently against your cheek, cupping your jaw to guide your face towards his again when you tried to break the kiss. You lost your fingers in his hair, messing with the dark locks, but none of you cared.

Kissing him felt too amazing for you to care about anything but his lips.

“Honey? What are you doing? Hurry up, I want to watch the movie!”

You wore your most annoyed tone, but heard Ben chuckling from the corridor anyway. You couldn’t refrain a smile at the sound, even if you were trying to act like you were annoyed. It was too warm, too reassuring for you to feel anything but happy whenever you heard his laughter.

You rearranged the covers of Ben’s bed, waiting patiently for him to finally join you so you could start watching a cute romantic comedy you had found on Netflix. But he seemed to be taking forever…

He finally appeared, wearing nothing but a pair of dark boxers, and you couldn’t help it when you let your gaze roam the length of his body. His hair was dishevelled from the shower he had taken after dinner, and you loved it. He was staring at his phone as he walked in the room, but looked up to catch the sight of you lying there, cosy and warm in his bed.

Best sight on Earth, he reckoned…

He slipped in the bed with you, and you greeted him with a grin and a peck on the lips. But you frowned as he focused on his phone again.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, snuggling in his side as he raised his arm for you to settle in his embrace.

“Yeah, just… was checking on some comments on a couple of interviews we did together the other day, you remember?”

“When it was just the two of us?”

Ben nodded, eyes still fixed on his screen.

His hand was drawing mindless patterns across the small of your back. It was comforting, soothing… it reminded you that he truly was there, by your side.

It had been a few weeks now since you had recorded these interviews, but of course you remembered. It had been proper torture to seat next to Ben all day without being able to touch him, to speak your mind, to remind him that you loved him…

“Sure, what about them?” you asked dropping a kiss on his chest, and you smirked at the sight of the smile that formed on his lips under your touch.

“Well… a couple of friends have warned me that some comments are… quite… accurate…”

You frowned hard, leaning closer to look at his phone, and he turned the screen in your direction so you could read the comments too.

Your eyes grew round.

I bet Ben and Y/N are more than friends… have you seen that chemistry?

The way Ben just gawked at Y/N for two full minutes, not listening to anything she or the interviewer said, is a big mood. Also, they’re in love.

Lol, when they held hands at 6:30, I’m dead, thx!

Not the type to start rumours but… are these two together? Like… irl?! Because they seem like a real couple trying their absolute best to hide how infatuated they are with each other… and failing.

Ben and you exchanged a glance.

“Oh…” you breathed.

“I think we… have blown our cover, love,” Ben joked.

You were afraid he would be mad, but he seemed amused by the situation, more than anything else…

“You’re not panicking? Or annoyed? Or angry?” you carefully asked.

He noticed your wary tone, and looked down at you, before dropping a kiss in your hair.

“No, I don’t care, to be honest.”

“I thought we had decided to keep all this a secret.”

“Yes, well… I don’t mind. I love you, that’s all that matters.”

You tightened your hold on him, making him chuckle.

“I love you too,” you whispered against the skin of his neck, closing your eyes as you deeply breathed in the sugary scents of his soap and shampoo.

“Do you mind terribly that everyone is figuring things out about us?” he asked, and this time he was the one wearing a cautious tone.

“Not really, actually. I thought it would stress me out, but I don’t really care.”

You exchanged a loving smile, and he brushed his nose and his cheek against your forehead, making you heave a content sigh.

“By the way… I want to watch these two full minutes where you are… how did they say that? Oh, yes… gawking at me,” you teased him, a cheeky grin on your lips, while he exploded with laughter.

“I’ve watched it,” he confessed, his eyes tightly closed and his head thrown back in embarrassment, trying to hide from you, but you could still see that he was fiercely blushing. “I’ve watched it and I can’t believe I’ve stared at you like that in public…”

“Is it that bad?”

“Yes, it is.”

“You’re so sweet… so cheesy…”

“Oh, shut up!” he grumbled, making you laugh.

“I want to watch it, give me your phone.”

“Absolutely not!” he protested, extending his arm so the device would remain out of reach.

“Ben! Give it to me!”

“No!”

“I can also just use my own phone…”

“No… no…”

He grabbed you by the waist when you reached for your phone on your bedside table, pulling you towards him and making you both fall on the mattress.

You were both laughing so much by now.

“No! Don’t watch it!”

“If you start tickling me, I swear to God, you will soon be a dead man…”

“I’ll find another way to distract you, that’s alright…”

“Stop kissing me like that…”

“Really? You want me to stop?”

“No… not really…”

“Hmmm… thought so… Y/N!”

“I got the phone! When is it? WHEN IS IT?”

“NOOOO!”

Ben kept on attacking you with waves of kisses and tickles, but you held his phone in hostage, and he ended up losing the war, as you watched the full video together. He expected you to laugh at him, but you didn’t. You simply kissed him hard and tender on the lips, and snuggled into his arms.

It was a happy evening, in a life full of love…