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leviathansshadycorner · 11 months ago

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Rope Him In ( Cato x District 10! Reader x slight! Marvel) Pt. 2

Summary: In which Cato falls for a tribute from 10.

A/n: This is on ao3 too btw. Also, sorry for the slow start I kind of want to semi-flesh out the story, but Cato comes in the next chapter.

Pt.1

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Chapter 2 : The Train Ride

Your legs shaked up and down as you waited inside the Mayor’s building. You sat in the lounge room where all the tributes were sent to say their final words to their families. ‘This is it.’ You thought to yourself as your head spun. The room felt as if it was closing in on you as the paranoia set in. Grumbling came from your stomach and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to throw up and shit your fear away. You told yourself to keep breathing, but you were finding it harder and harder to do so.

“Five minutes.” The peacekeeper said to your brother and father as Amaranto flung the door open. He wheeled your father in who still had that thousand yard stare.

Scared didn’t cut how you were feeling. Emotions are unpredictable, and you were prone to outburst when you didn’t know how to handle them. Letting out a loud sob you began to bang on Amaranto’s chest, your fists landing on it surely making bruises. “YOU LIED!” Your angry weeping began, “YOU SAID I WOULD BE FINE!” Another yell. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but you needed someone to blame for the circumstances you were put in.

“No no no, listen.” He tried calming you down, but you only flailed in his arms. “(Y/n) I SAID LISTEN!” He yelled again, but you still threw punches at the poor boy’s chest.

“ENOUGH!” Came the bellowing voice of your Father, stopping both you and your brother.

“(Y/n), You are not going to die out there.” Your father spoke.

“W-what?” Your voice cracked.

“You heard me girl. You’re not dying in that arena. You’ve got skills, just need to fine tune them and apply them to the games.” He spoke, his dark eyes fixing on yours. “Just think of them like animals.”

Just think of them like animals.

Amaranto also looked shocked. It was his turn now to console you.

Your body has gone limp. That rush of adrenaline was long gone and you sat on the floor confused as to what he meant by skills. You were the bottom of the barrel when it came to working in the slaughterhouse. The only reason you hadn’t been fired was because Clarabell was always there picking up your slack.

“Papa’s right (N/n).” Amaranto spoke, Grabbing one of your braids he sighed, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes, “You’re not dying out there. You’re gonna come home to me and Papa, and live a long life. Hell, you may even come home to a farm of your own! Just like you’ve always wanted.” He started to break down toward the end and it shattered your heart. The last time you saw Amaranto cry like this was when your mother died.

“Pa. Amar.. I love you.” You said. Their words were sweet, filled with hope, but they couldn’t distract you from what you already knew. You would die in there, and leave the two of them poor and mourning over your dead body.

The last three minutes were dedicated to you hugging them in silence, with the occasional “I love you” thrown in the air. Eventually your five minutes were up and you were so blinded by your tears that you couldn’t even tell that the peacekeepers were coming in.

“WIN! (Y/n)! COME HOME! GET ROPE!” Amaranto yelled as he was forced out the room by the peacekeepers. His last words struck a memory with you. Rope. You hadn’t used one since the 6th grade. Before you could reminisce on the past, Pradian came into the room, his chicken-like top off and instead replaced with a lavender blouse. “Ready dear?” He asked with that Capitol accent.

Wiping your tears away with your sleeves you nodded. It was difficult to walk, you were still weak from all the distress. At one point during the walk to the train you toppled over, the only thing preventing your body from meeting the floor was Buckley’s wall-like body. It was embarrassing how he had to escort you all the way to the train.

Meanwhile Pradain kept criticizing the smell of 10, the heat of 10, and how “Those cows would look cuter in pink.”

“He’s weird huh?” Buckley whispered into your ear trying to lighten up the mood.

“I’m not sure that’s the right word.” You told him.

In the distance was a sleek metallic train, it stretched for miles. As you approached the doors of the cart you would be going into, a man and woman stepped out. You recognized them as Ramsey Peckett and Dolly Gleewood, previous victors of the games.

“I’m sorry you got picked.” Dolly said sympathetically as she wrapped her arms around you.

“I’m Ramsey. I’ll be your mentor.” The man said as he reached to shake Buckley’s hand who was just a few inches shorter than him.

“Alright Alright, save the chit chat for later- we’ve got to stay on schedule.” Pradain shoved his watch in the face of the two mentors causing them to roll their eyes. They lead the two of you into the train.

It looked almost surgical. Silvery metallic colors decorated the cart, white couches were perfectly placed across from each other, the table was a dark wood- one you didn’t recognize. The only color in the room were lavender and teal flowers set in the center of the table, surrounded by lidded silver plates.

“Go on, eat up- I know I am.” Pradain smiled, the blue on his lips making his teeth seem whiter than they were. He sat down on the table and removed the lid from one of the plates exposing the precious delicacy. It was a honey colored ham, surrounded with herbs and the prettiest tomatoes you’ve ever seen.

Buckley didn’t hesitate, he sat himself down next to Ramsey and practically devoured a whole cantaloupe.

“Aren’t you going to eat dear?” Dolly asked, confused as to why a starved girl like yourself wasn’t touching the lavish confectionaries in front of you.

“I will, just don’t think I can hold it down yet.” You told her, opting to take sips from a glass filled with orange liquid. It tasted delightfully sweet yet had a nice tang to it. “What is this?” You asked her as your sips became more fervent.

“That’s peach and mango juice.” Dolly said, cutting into her own slice of ham.

“Calm down boy, food ain’t going nowhere.” Ramsey scolded Buckley, who was still scarfing different foods down his mouth. He reminded you of the pigs when they would come out to eat. The way they wouldn’t leave room for air.

“You’re gonna get yourself sick, We don’t want that now do we?”

Buckley hesitantly stopped. He started to actually chew his food and you watched with awe as he shut his eyes enjoying the flavors of the Capitol food.

“‘S good.” The boy said, the freckles on his cheek stretching as he fit the food in them.

“Right so then, how about we get to know each other first let's say… 15 minutes, and then we’ll move onto the actual mentoring.” Dolly spoke as she looked over to Ramsey for approval.

“Are you both our mentors?” Came your voice, which was quiet compared to the chewing of your fellow tribute.

“No. I’m assigned to Buck here, and you’re all Dolly’s.” Ramsey corrected. “We could join together and mentor the both of you if that's what you want, but remember only one of you is going to come back.” He said with a stress filled sigh.

Buckley put his utensils down at that comment. Suddenly the food didn’t seem as appetizing.

There was silence in the room. Both you and Buckley couldn’t look at each other for a while. Eventually you picked up your own fork and began to slowly fill your stomach with food. You were hesitant to try any of the meat since you knew it came from 10, and it just felt wrong for you to eat it, so you opted for just fruits and grains.

“I’m alright with a joint mentorship if (Y/n) is.” Buckley said finally, causing both the mentors to look at him.

You wondered why he said that. He most likely didn’t see you as a challenge. Buckley Wheaton was 6’3, muscular, and had the most honey brown hair you’ve ever seen. His whole body was littered with freckles, and his eyes matched that of his hair. You wondered what they fed that boy back in 10 to make him as much of a unit as he was now. Rice, you assumed, since that was mostly what was available.

The mentors turned their heads to look at you now. You were in the middle of eating a berry that was colored like an angry red. “Sure.”

“Not much of a talker.” Ramsey said, eyeing you.”Good luck getting words from that one Dolly.” He laughed.

Dolly only smiled at you sweetly.

“Nah, (Y/n) is such a talker.” Buckley came to your defense. “Shoot- 8th grade? She wouldn’t shut up about how she was going to write to the Capitol and ask for our horses back. She’s smart too! Top 5 in our class back when we graduated.” He told the mentors.

Sure you weren’t on bad terms with Buckley, but you also weren’t buddy buddy with him. Your curiosity only grew as to why he was being so damn nice to you.

“Buckley’s got strength. He’s agile too. Saw him pick up a cow once after chasing it down town for a while.” You spoke. “Rumor has it he’s got good aim too. You know, I saw him once, when I was with my Papa, he and some of his buddies were messing around with some slingshots, tryna aim at some bean cans” You chewed some food before continuing. “And he knocked down every single can to the ground.”

Buckley looked at you with a toothy smile.

“Aww how cute.” Pradain cooed from where he sat.

“So what's it like being a victor?” You turned your head to look at Dolly, whose curly hair was being tied into a bun.

“It’s about as comfortable as it gets.” She says, “It’s great until the reality of it all sets in.” She speaks, her hazel eyes looking longingly at the table.

“Well that’s grim.” Pradain side eyed her. “Ramsey, give me a happy answer.” He rested his chin on his hand as he turned his attention to the male victor.

“It's got its perks. I mean for one you get a whole house to yourself… you don’t have to worry about starving anymore.” He listed.

“How come we don’t see you around in the district?” Buckley asked, wiping a drop of food from his shirt.

“No need to be out.” Dolly says, “The attention it attracts is a little too off putting.”

“Yeah, the only time we ever really come out is during the night.” Ramsey says, “Of course that’s just personal preference, but like Dolly said, we have everything we need back at home.”

“Then there’s the visits to the Capitol.” Dolly says, sounding a little irritated.

“Pft, you speak about it like it isn’t the most grand place to be. The Capitol is luxurious, filled with the most up to date technology and the highest fashion in Panem.” Pradain flaunts his nails around.

“Enough Victor talk. Let’s get into mentoring.” Dolly gets up and excuses herself to the white couch where she waits for the rest of you.

…

A few hours pass by. Most of it is filled with questions on how to win the games, how to survive, how to not get caught by the careers. The mentoring is then interrupted by Pradain’s squeal of excitement.

“We’re here!” He gets up to look over at the window. “Come! Come!” His hands go to both yours and Buck’s shoulder as he pushes you two alongside the window. You see a wall of brick before your eyes get punctured by the white light reflecting off the Capitol’s walls.

Millions of faces painted almost like clowns fill your range of view. Buckley can’t help but burst out into laughter. You on the other hand look quite disturbed. The people on the other side, however, seemed delighted to see you. Their mouths formed into triangles as they hollered to greet you.

“Welcome to the Capitol!” Pradain says gleefully.

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rambheem-is-real · 4 months ago

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She's Mine Pt 2

pt 1, pay attention to the warnings, nsfw

Aadhya watches as the woman in her lap clumsily tries to get away from her. Rama’s limbs are too uncoordinated to move fast enough, so she only gets as far as tumbling onto the other side of the couch. Aadhya pounces with her, trapping Rama with her arms so that they were lying on top of each other on the sofa, Rama on her back.

Rama squints up at her. “What do you want?” Aadhya can’t help but obsess over the way that even in such a perilous situation, Rama’s face shows no fear. She feels the body underneath herself relax, projecting a sense of confidence that would have fooled anyone else.

Aadhya leans down, steals a quick kiss, and Rama doesn’t reciprocate. She smiles down at her. “I already told you. I’m here for you, of course.”

“You already had me,” Rama frowns. “If you wanted sex, that’s what would have happened anyway. You saw to that, being a terrible stalker on purpose. Why drug me?” Her words are clearer, which worries Aadhya a little.

“I had plans for you, baby.” She thumbs at Rama’s bottom lip as she speaks. “They involved sex, of course, but the motivation… that was something else.” Aadhya looks into Rama’s eyes, still only shining with anger and not fear. They look the same as they had years ago, the fateful night that Rama left the Academy.

What her father did was wrong, yes. Gangadhar, a member of an elite dance committee, had been touring the country to find the best dancers at the best schools. He had chosen Rama as one of the Bharatanatyam dancers to perform on the national stage, impressed by her grace, expressions, and body control.

Krishnakanth had seethed over the decision for the entire week leading up to the performance. In contrast, the ever-serious Rama had been almost glowing as she diligently practiced day and night in front of the choreographer Gangadhar had sent. Little Aadhya had been spellbound as she watched Rama leap around the room, bending in perfect postures. It hadn’t been just her and her friends that had been obsessed, even Reena, her senior, was intently watching. She hadn’t understood why until the night before the final performance.

“You told them I couldn’t make it??”

Aadhya cowered with the other juniors in the corner of the hall. She had always hated it when Rama and her father fought, from a combination of Krishnakanth’s inexplicable dislike of Rama and Rama’s stubbornness. Now, for the first time, she was hearing true rage in Rama’s voice.

Krishnakanth’s face was blank as he responded. “I don’t know what Gangadhar saw in you, but you’re not ready for such a big performance.”

“Not ready? Not READY? I’ve been practicing the entirety of the last week, and Gangadhar himself was impressed with my practice! Who are you to say I’m not ready?”

“You may have forgotten, Rama, as you often do, but I am your teacher. I have the final say in whether you are ready or not. And besides,” he paused, and Aadhya saw a trace of nervousness in her father’s face. She knew Rama wouldn’t like whatever he said next. “I’ve already trained your replacement.”

There was a moment of silence, Aadhya and all the other juniors unlucky enough to be caught in the fight holding their breath.

“Who?” Rama asked, lowly. Krishnakanth tilted his head behind him, and Reena stepped out. She couldn’t manage to hide her smirk fast enough, and Rama’s face darkened with rage. “You sent her all these days to watch me then? So she could learn the moves as well?”

“She is ready, and she has already sent a video of her performance to Gangadhar. He has accepted. That is final.”

Rama glared at Krishnakanth, shaking. “You can’t do this,” she had said, voice cracking. “I know you’ve always hated me for no reason. You’ve always tried to make it difficult for me to succeed here, and yet I persevered because I loved the Academy, I loved dance.” A tear tried to slip out, but Aadhya could tell it was from anger and not sadness. Rama furiously wiped it off her face, bangles cutting a streak into her cheek from the force. “So now I have to ask. Because I’m not staying here anymore. Not after this.”

Aadhya had looked over at her friend Narmada, who was already looking back at her. She could see the same shock in Narmada’s face. Leaving? The Academy’s star pupil would leave? Because of her father? Aadhya felt horrible. The girl she had admired from a distance almost all her life, who had inspired her to try as hard as she could, who made her heart pound into a frenzy at the slightest glance, would be leaving. Aadhya might never see her again. The thought was unbearable.

She still remembered how good Rama was as an assistant teacher, helping Swathi Madam teach the endurance class to the juniors. She never joked around with the juniors, seemed cold and unapproachable to most, but Aadhya knew she did care about all of them. Rama had always taken the time to fully explain what they were doing before any activities, took great care in correcting student mistakes without seeming condescending, and there was a gleam of pride in her eyes anytime the class performed exceptionally well. Of course Aadhya had tried so hard to have that pride directed towards herself, practicing on her own outside of class to impress Rama. Not too hard, though. She lived for the moments she would intentionally slip up, and Rama would come over to steady her with those beautifully manicured hands. A gentle grip on her shoulders, light brushes on the underside of her thighs.

“Leaving?” Krishnakanth also sounded shocked.

“What’s your problem with me? You’ve never liked it when I excel. So I have to ask. Why do you hate me?”

Krishnakanth frowned down at her, reaching up to steady his glasses. “Why do I hate you? A better question is, why do I hate your family.” Rama reared back, some realization forming in her eyes. Aadhya was also confused. Her father had never mentioned the Mannars during their family’s nightly dinner time, although he had talked about many topics. The less said about Rudra and his violent tendencies the better, but Baachi and Varadha were both fun to be around. “I hate your father. I hate what he’s done to this area, how he thinks he can control everyone here. I hate the farce that is your family’s ‘real estate’ business.”

“Then what did I do? I’m here to dance, and that’s what I’ve been doing. It’s not like he forced you to take me in, to make me perform. I came in as a child, and auditioned for the Academy just like everyone else.”

“Just like everyone else, yes,” Krishnakanth mocked. “And the years of private lessons before you joined here? What happened to those? Besides, that’s not the issue. I’ve allowed Raja Mannar’s darling little daughter to dance in my Academy for years. However, what I won’t do is increase that man’s ego any more. Do you even know how many deaths your father is responsible for? Do you know what happened last weekend?”

Rama stayed silent, but there was no guilt in her eyes.

“Of course you do,” Krishnakanth chuckled. “The eldest daughter. You’re probably the next in line to take over the business, to do his dirty work.”

Rama finally smiled, but it was bitter. “I am. And it’s what I’m going to do once I graduate.” She looked around the room, like she was taking it in for the last time. “Since I no longer have a place here.” She paused. “I never did.” She turned to look at Aadhya’s father. “And one day I will come for you. Not like this. Not as a member of your precious Academy. But as Radha Rama Mannar. I can’t wait to strip all of your rights to this place.”

Rama had packed her bags that very night, leaving in a state of cold fury. Her departure had been the talk of the month, all the juniors eagerly discussing the details, exaggerated by that point. Aadhya had been miserable in her classes afterwards, wishing that the gentle hands on her were Rama’s and not Reena’s, who had replaced Rama in all of her duties. That ended a few months later, though.

Reena had suddenly stopped coming to class, and all of her bags had disappeared. Suraj, one of the beginners, reported that he had seen Reena’s face torn open and bleeding with multiple gashes, and Helen, a junior who was close to the night guard, said that Rama had been there. Krishnakanth vehemently denied the obvious conclusion at home, refusing to let Aadhya talk to him or her mother about it, but she could see how tense he was. There were a few officers around the Academy for a few days, but eventually they all left without conducting an investigation.

Aadhya looks down at Rama beneath her. “Did you really slice Reena’s face open?” Rama blinks, then rolls her eyes.

“Did you drug me just to ask me this?”

Aadhya shrugs. “I was thinking about what happened after you left. Figured I could ask what the real story was.”

“Fine. I did.” Rama stares up at Aadhya, daring her to say anything.

“How? And why? Surely it wasn’t just the performance.”

“Switchblade. And she reached out to me after that performance. Tried to mock me, make fun of me. That was unacceptable.”

Aadhya digests this, and a slow smile spreads across her face. “Hot.”

Rama can’t hide her own smile. “You’re a freak,” she breathes. “That actually turned you on. And I know,” she pauses, smug, “Because I can feel it.”

Aadhya blushes as she realizes Rama’s knee is pressed right up against her pussy. I’m in control here, Aadhya thinks to herself. She leans back, lifting herself off of Rama’s legs, before spreading them. Rama makes a noise, but otherwise doesn’t struggle too much. Aadhya can’t tell if it’s the result of the drugs, or Rama simply deciding not to bother.

She cups Rama’s pussy through the fabric of her leggings, ghosting her thumb over where Rama’s clit would be. A hand darts out, stilling Aadhya’s movements. Rama’s grip is strong, much stronger than hers. The drugs are wearing off. Shit.

“Fine,” Rama says. “Don’t tell me yet.” She lifts Aadhya’s wrist, pressing hard enough to bruise, not breaking eye contact. “What do you want right now?”

It takes Aadhya a second to answer, brain shorting out from the blissful pain. “I want to lick you open and fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” she breathes.

The grip goes slack, Rama dropping Aadhya’s wrist until she’s pressing into her jaw, pulling her down so they’re face to face. “You think you’re capable of that, sweetheart? Hmm?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Aadhya says, not being able to tear her eyes away from Rama’s lips, already missing the taste of them from earlier. She’s so wet right now, would get on her knees and suck Rama off through the leggings themselves. She can’t think straight from how much she wants.

“Fine. That’s what I want, then.” Aadhya looks up into Rama’s eyes, and is giddy over how much anticipation and lust she can see in them. Rama wants her. She gently tugs Aadhya’s hair. “Get to work, baby. We’ll see if you’re good enough.”

Aadhya leans back, immediately pushing up the corners of Rama’s hoodie, and Rama sits up to take it off. Oh. Aadhya nearly stops breathing at the sight of Rama’s naked chest. She reaches up to finger a plump nipple on instinct, both gasping at the sensation, and then doesn’t waste time before she clamps her mouth over the breast.

She’s never done this before, Aadhya wasn’t lying about that. She’s mostly going off of what she wants to do to Rama, and what seems to keep Rama interested. She takes her time sucking, swirling her tongue around the areola, and pressing little kisses to the underside of Rama’s breast. Soon, Rama grips her hair again. “Switch,” she commands, and Aadhya obeys, moving to her other breast. She wants to take her time, but she did challenge Rama with something, so eventually she moves on, licking a stripe down Rama’s stomach. She stops to dip her tongue into Rama’s belly button, sucking for a bit before resuming her journey down, pressing a kiss to Rama’s clothed pussy.

“Wait,” Rama says, and Aadhya stills. “I want to see you too. Strip for me, baby.”

Aadhya eagerly takes off her top, then remembers that she’s supposed to be seductive about it, slowing the movements of her slipping her skirt down. She swallows at the sight of Rama’s hungry eyes roaming over all the newly revealed skin, before she reaches behind her to unclip her bra. She’s slow and deliberate with this one as well, and Rama starts rubbing herself. A few seconds later, Rama smirks at the visible wetness revealed when Aadhya pushes her panties down, and Aadhya winces. She doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet in her life, but that was to be expected, she supposes.

She doesn’t waste time before she throws her legs over Rama’s lap again, pressing kisses to and licking around Rama’s neck. She dares to bite, leaving a mark at the junction between Rama’s neck and shoulder, and Rama moans at that. Aadhya leans down to suck and pinch Rama’s breasts again, before Rama pulls her off.

“I remember you saying you had other plans? Specific ones, I might add. Yet I don’t see you anywhere near those.. plans.” Aadhya flushes. Rama’s body was too intoxicating for her to focus on what she originally wanted to do, but now that she has a reminder, Aadhya moves off Rama’s lap. She drops off the couch, kneeling on the floor, pulling Rama’s legs until Rama’s pussy is right in her face. It’s still covered, Rama hadn’t taken her underwear off, but just the thought of dipping her tongue into that wet hole nearly makes Aadhya dizzy. She puts her hands on the edges of the panties, pulling them down slowly.

Rama digs her fingers into Aadhya’s hair. “Get to it, girl,” she says, and Aadhya realizes with a jolt that Rama’s impatient because of her, because she wanted it just as badly.

Aadhya leans forward and dips her tongue into Rama’s pussy, moaning at the taste. Rama cries out from the vibrations, tightening her thighs around Aadhya’s face, and Aadhya takes her opportunity to dig in. She still doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she manages to swirl her tongue around, occasionally alternating between sucking on Rama’s clit and darting her tongue in and out of Rama’s hole, imitating penetration. She hopes it feels good, but as she feels Rama’s grip tighten and loosen, hears the sounds Rama’s making above, she thinks that she might be on the right track, and increases the intensity of her movements. It’s not long before she feels Rama’s thighs quiver and her pussy clench around Aadhya’s tongue, before Rama goes slack on top of her, bent over. She breathes hard for a few moments, and then straightens up, looking down at her.

“You didn’t come.”

Aadhya flushes. She doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but Rama seems to have decided.

In a flash, Rama’s on top of her, switching their positions easily. She holds Aadhya’s wrists together above her head as she kisses Aadhya passionately, roughly fucking Aadhya’s pussy with her right hand. Aadhya can’t even respond to the kiss, she’s so far gone. There’s no gentleness, no finesse, but Aadhya knows it’s on purpose, that Rama’s somehow realized even before Aadhya did that she liked it like this, rough and fast. Not slowing down, giving her a chance to piece together any thoughts. Rama’s tongue licks around Aadhya’s mouth with the same intensity, mouth and fingers moving in tandem to bring Aadhya to the edge.

She gives up on the kiss, just panting into Rama’s mouth as she feels herself getting closer to orgasm, and Rama doesn’t falter in her brutal pace. Finally, Aadhya screams as she comes, vision whiting out for a second. She barely registers that Rama’s taken her fingers out of her, that she’s not squeezing her wrists hard anymore, that her legs are shaking. Rama’s kisses turn gentle, seemingly realizing that Aadhya needs to be brought back. Slowly, Aadhya puts her brain back together, getting the energy to put her arms around Rama’s back and pull her in for cuddles.

They lie together for a few minutes until their breathing slows down, and their hearts beat in tune to one another. Aadhya’s just beginning to relax, thinking of what it might be to wake up to Rama in her arms, when Rama pulls back. She almost whines at the loss, but then reminds herself she’s here for a specific purpose. Not just to be Rama’s sex doll. Rama seems to be thinking along the same lines, unfortunately.

“So,” she starts. “The elephant in the room. Once again, why did you drug me, if I would’ve gone with you willingly?”

Aadhya doesn’t answer.

Rama slowly smiles, but there’s no comfort for Aadhya. “I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?”

Aadhya just mentally sighs. She’s probably figured it out already, the clever woman.

“It’s simple, really. I hate your dad. Your dad hates me. I’ve been trying to ruin his life, but you already knew that since the day I left the Academy. I’m willing to bet anything, though, that in the last few days you just happened to find out an important piece of information…”

Fuck. There was no way she was staying silent.

“Was I supposed to just sit there while you put a HIT out on my father?” Goddamn it, Rama had riled her up successfully, but she can’t stop now. “Ruining the Academy is one thing, but murder? Trying to kill my dad?? I tried to defend you to Dad as best as I could after that incident, tried everything to bring you back, but he was right. You’re just like the rest of your family, you’re just like your father.”

Rama just laughs. “Stubborn girl. I was never going to touch you, you should’ve stayed out of this. It was between me and him.” She smirks at Aadhya again. “So is that the reason for all this seduction? The whole innocent little girl act? You were hoping to get me in bed and drugged so I could tell you my whole plan?”

Aadhya yells and pushes Rama backwards, both landing on opposite ends of the sofa. She tries not to think of where she was putting her hands. “Of course I did. Your family’s good, I’ll give you that. We don’t know who the assassin is, when it’s going to happen, or any other information. We would’ve been fucked if I didn’t do anything. My dad just fucking sat there and accepted it, and do you know why?” Aadhya feels tears spring to her eyes. “Because he was scared! For ME! He was scared you would just kill me instead, to hurt him further!”

Rama tuts. “I already told you, I would not have touched you.” She pauses, glancing at Aadhya’s still-glistening pussy. “Not to kill you, at least. But, princess, since we’ve gotten this far, and since you’re hot, I’ll give you a deal.”

“For what? Letting my dad go?”

“Yes. I’ll let him go, if you stay with me.”

Aadhya swallows. “What, as like your girlfriend?” Rama nods, inspecting her nails. “What the fuck do you get out of that? I thought you’d kill me after we were done, just for drugging you.”

“The drugging let me know you were compatible with me, sweetheart,” Rama winks. “Relationships are supposed to be interesting. And besides, not only do I get that body, I also get the satisfaction of watching your dad die inside from the worry and humiliation. He’d get unlimited visits, and you can talk to him whenever you want, free of charge.” She bows her head mockingly.

Aadhya scoffs. “He’d hate that.”

“Of course, that’s the plan. But would you rather him live miserably or die miserably? Your choice, baby.”

Aadhya chews her lip, thinking. Krishnakanth aside, she was willing to do anything for Rama, of course. The fire that Rama had unknowingly kindled inside of her had never blown out, even after finding out Rama was trying to kill her dad. She hated the fact that she still had feelings for Rama, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to daydream about her all these years. Nevermind that after sex, the thing she had wanted most was to wake up with the older woman next to her. Living with her would be amazing. And of course, she did want to save her dad’s life.

“I accept.”

Rama blinks, and Aadhya can see surprise on her face at how quickly Aadhya answered. It’s replaced with a smirk only a second later. She scrounges around on the floor, whipping her phone out from the pocket of her leggings, dialing a number. “Rinda?” She asks. “Aadhya Krishnakanth, yes. She’ll be staying with us from now on.” She turns to Aadhya. “Rinda’s picking us up. Pack whatever you need.”

Aadhya swallows. “My dad?”

“I’ll recall the assassin when we reach the Mannar mansion. After that, I won’t touch him. You have my word.”

“...”

Rama sighs, then chuckles. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Fine. I won’t go near him, and I won’t let my dad go near him either. Now go pack.”

She lets out a relieved breath, getting off the sofa and putting her clothes back on before she leaves to find a bag big enough for everything she’ll be bringing. Aadhya’s not scared, knows if Rama wanted her dead she would’ve been six feet under already, especially with the whole drugs ordeal. The part of her that desperately wished to see Rama again, to make all of her Academy-era fantasies come true, is ecstatic.

Sorry Dad, she thinks to herself. But it wasn’t a bad deal at all.

@r41nb0wm00n @ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo and anyone else who wanted pt 2

#salaar #ramaadhya #ramaadhya fic

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v-ternus · 1 year ago

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Winner

hiiiiiiiii @iamthecomet here’s Copia taking advantage of rewarding Aeon (with consent ofcourse)

MDNI |||||| 18+

Aeon walks to Copia's dressing room, expecting to be sent back to the pit after his mishaps during the ritual. But what he gets just has him confused.

t!Copia and Aeon |||| pussy/cunt and clit for Copia

Elements of dubcon, but I swear he wants it.

~2800 of nastiness, there might be plot if you squint hard enough.

tags: topping from the bottom, power dynamic?, dubcon? first time, virgin Aeon, trans Copia, P in V, oral, riding, praise kink, dacryphilia, knotting

Three quick knocks interrupt the swipes of a damp cloth over his black stained skin. Whoever it is says his name, asking to see if he’s even in the room. His summoning day feels as fresh as yesterday, so he doesn’t recognize the voice.

“Yeah come in,” The door cracks open slowly to reveal one of the ghoulettes. He flipped through his mind before finding her name, Cumulus.

Her voice was lively, kind. “You were great tonight,” He pressed his lips together, it's not a frown, but it's not exactly a smile either. Her words felt like a forced compliment— he had fumbled some notes throughout the ritual and they sounded jarring against everyone else's flawless playing. He felt exposed under the bright lights. To say he was disappointed in himself was an understatement, so he didn’t have it in him to really smile.

Cumulus moved over to bump shoulders with him infront of the vanity, giving him an innocent smirk. “Copia wants to see you whenever you’re able,” His insides quickly sour, as if she just delivered his death sentence. He thinks of what the meeting holds for him. Wrath. Punishment. Banishment back to the pit. As new as he was, he already knew he was replaceable.

His fear must’ve been written all over his face, because the next words from Cumulus are ones of comfort.

Dont be so hard on yourself. It’ll work out.

She gives him a quick squeeze on his shoulder before leaving him to finish. The silence is ringing in his ears and he cant seem to move. He tries to unfreeze his muscles— better to go now and not drag it out, he thinks.

He sets the damp cloth on the counter and reaches for his balaclava and helmet, slipping them on with little grace. It was a foreign routine to him still and it showed— it looked a little sloppy.

The walk to Copia’s dressing room is short— straight to the end of the hall, turn right, second door down. He feels like his boots are being filled with concrete the closer he gets.

He stands in front of the inconspicuous door, mulling over what could be his last moments topside before he knocks. They sound almost soft enough for the sound to be drowned out by the building’s low, constant hum— or at least that's what he thought. Copia calls out, with that signature odd accent and Aeon finally breaks through the barrier into the frontman’s space.

He didnt know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasnt this. The room didnt have a velvet couch, or a red carpet or a lavish bathroom that seemed fitting for the head of the church. His room was just like all the rest of the ghouls’— plain, bordering on rundown save for the better looking furniture scattered throughout.

“Ah, thank you for coming so quickly Aeon,” He looks relaxed on the graying couch set along the opposite wall. He sets down some paperwork next to him on the small side table and moves further into the corner, patting the other side, making more space for the nervous ghoul to take a seat.

Aeon takes a seat and keeps his eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to take in anymore of Copia’s attention.

“I wanted to talk about tonight,” The words echo in his head and bile starts to rise. Copia lets the words hang between them for a moment before standing. Aeon only notices the change when he sees two feet move between his own on the ground. “there were a few hiccups, I'm sure you’re aware.” Copia’s voice makes him shiver. Here it comes.

He hooks a finger under Aeon’s helmet, forcing uncomfortable eye contact that has his insides in knots. There’s nothing but anxiety laced around his silver eyes, and he’s sure Copia can see it clearly.

“But Im very proud of you.”

Aeon flinches, expecting a stern talking to, instead hearing praise. Papa was proud of him? He must have seen the confusion and knew he needed to clear things up. But Copia was going to drag him through the ropes a little, wanting to see him squirm just a bit more.

“You thought you were in trouble, didn’t you piccolo?” Aeon cant speak. Instead, he unclenches his jaw and he leans back onto the couch, away from the fingers on him. He’s dumbfounded to say the least, wary. Copia’s face screws up, expecting an answer. “Yes,” His voice wavers. It sounds choked off.

“You messed up. But you finished didnt you? You recovered, no?”

Aeon opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. He doesnt even know what he would say.

“The answer is yes ghoul. You did well.” Copia is stern, holding the voice of the head of a church, not just a man. “It would serve you well to speak when spoken to.”

“Yes Papa. Thank you Papa,” The compliments are unexpected, and unbelievable because of his own standards for himself. This is what he was called in for? Surely a little congratulation wasn't worth a whole meeting.

Copia set his hands on the couch, bracketing the wide helmet, looming over him. Even though they are about the same build, Copia feels just that much larger above him. It feels like god is staring into him.

“Take off your helmet.” He follows the command with trembling hands. The idea of losing the one thing protecting his face from the assault of Copia’s eyes makes him turn an even brighter shade of red. “Good boy.”

“Would you like a reward?”

“-m sorry?” If he wasnt confused before, he definitely was now. “I asked if you would like a reward?” He tore apart his brain for what Copia might have for him. Maybe a small gift to commemorate things. Maybe a night out on the town with the rest of the ghouls on his dime. His naivety was laughable.

“Yes.” The unsteady words barely leave his lips when Copia kneels before him, resting back on his heels. Tell me if you want to stop. Copia drags his warm touch up along his thighs and can feel Aeon tense with each second. He squeezes at the lithe muscle, trying to press the anxiety out. It sets the already high strung hell beast to high alert.

Copia’s hands inch higher as he meets Aeon’s eyes, looking for him to say no. Aeon just stares back at him blankly.

With no opposition, Copia palms over the slight tent in his pants. Aeon groans, deep from his chest. When did he get hard? The light touch has him filling out quickly and the confines of his pants begin to hurt as his shaft presses into the zipper.

Copia digs the heel of his palm in harder. Just enough to make him buck into the friction, enough for him to chase his hand when he pulls it away. Aeon was at least a little excited. Copia works to undo his belt and wrestles the uniform down around his ankles.

Aeon can't peel his eyes off of his Papa, watching him as he hooks a finger in his boxers, pulling and tucking the band under his balls, he’s watching as Copia’s eyes widen when his cock springs out, bouncing against his vest. With his reactions, Aeon could guess that his superior was more excited by this than he was.

Copia dribbles spit onto the tip before finally wrapping his hand around the throbbing shaft, bringing another to cup his heavy balls. A thumb swipes over the tip, smearing around the slick mess. A sound passes his lips, not really a moan, but its high and feminine and it makes Copia’s cunt feel so absurdly empty. “You sound so pretty, little one,”

The continued praise makes his skin feel electric, like Copia’s words are shocks of lightning from the skies— the warm hands working him sure dont help the almost overwhelming sensation. He lets his eyes fall shut, almost losing himself in the pleasure. The only input he can process is Copia’s hand stroking him languidly. Its so good. Better than anything he’s had so far— which admittedly wasnt much. He had fooled around with Aether during their lessons, but it was really just rutting against eachother in the instrument closet.

He was sure that this was as good as it got. He’s quickly proven wrong when a new warmth envelops him. Its wet. So very wet. He drags his eyes open and the sight before him makes his cock twitch.

Oh.

Copia has his lips stretched around the flush head, gently sucking and dragging his tongue along the underside. “Papa why?” He digs his claws into the couch and digs his fangs into his lip. His world is so hazy but it feels so good.

Copia pulls off of him and Aeon cringes from the lack of warmth.

“It’ll feel good, little one. Just relax.” The nonchalant words fill him with a bit of worry, it replaces some of the white hot pleasure that's been pooling in his gut. He’s still racked by confusion.

The head of the church, the right hand of Satan, on his knees rewarding a mere ghoul. The infernal one wanted this for him, it didn’t feel right to say no. Surely, couldnt say no. Right?

He wants to hold, feel something else so he can ground himself to reality. He wants to run his hands through the salt and pepper hair, tug a bit— drag out a groan. But he doesnt. That feels too imposing, too forward. He wont take more than what’s offered.

Before he can get too far into his mind, Copia brings his mouth back, taking him all the way until his nose is buried into the short curls at the base. Aeon isnt as well endowed as some of the other ghouls— Mountain— but he’s still something to choke on. And choke on him he does. He bobs his head at the bottom and keeps the tip of Aeon’s cock nestled in the back of his throat. Tears build in the corners of his eyes but he does his best to will them away.

Copia swallows around the swollen head and all Aeon can think of is how soft his throat is. He tongues at the underside and massages his balls, rolling them, pulling gently.

“Fuck, fuck please—” The desperation makes Copia hum around him, and his balls draw up tighter, he’s right on the edge. Whatever breaths he can manage are short huffs.

To say that the frontman had a golden mouth would be an understatement. Aeon taps on Copia’s hand, “Papa, Im so close,”

Copia’s hand wouldve been enough to push him over the edge— kitten licks around the tip and base, fucking into his tight fist, his spend dripping over those slender fingers onto his uniform as Copia held onto his knot. Damn the mess. It would’ve been enough, but Copia had something different in mind.

I think you deserve something even more special.

Aeon can only stare and replay the words that just filled the air.

“What does that mean Papa?” It's a squeak, a small voice that matches how he feels. His head tilts, involuntarily, as if the innocent gesture would get him an answer any sooner. His heart is pounding, and its not just from the stellar blowjob he just received. What does he mean? The question isnt entertained, Copia decides to show him instead.

He��s quickly off of Aeon, fingering at the laced front of his pants, working them down his pale thighs before kicking them off along with his boots. He looks up to Aeon gawking. His gaze is locked on the pretty patch of hair between his legs and the flush, wet cunt that rests below it. He watches as Copia moves towards him and swings his legs over his thighs.

Aeon was frozen, muscles refusing to act on his brain’s command. He was helpless to stop Copia’s hand from dragging the near purple head of his cock through his damp folds, smearing his slick all over. He was helpless as Copia lined up his cock up with his pulsing hole, helpless to stop Copia from spearing himself, lowering his tight warmth onto his painfully hard cock till his ass rested on his hips. All he could do was breathe and try to resist the urge to buck up into the welcoming hole.

Aeon was going insane. He had never felt heat like this, not even in the pit. The pleasure from the soft walls gripping him was at odds with the feelings swirling in his head. He tried to think rationally, tried to find the word no, but each bounce from the man on his lap knocked out brain cells. It didnt help that his Papa sounded so delicious as he rode him— each roll of his hips was punctuated by punched out breaths and high pitched whines. Even though he wasnt happy during the ritual, he was atleast happy he could make his Papa feel nice.

“Make your hands useful,” Copia grabbed them and rested them on his hips, wanting the ghoul to rock him back and forth on his length or grind his hips down— anything. Not that he needed the help, he just wanted more participation. Aeon just looked at him all dumb and brain dead.

“Ive never…” He sounds so ashamed. The fear of disappointing him rises again.

“Papa help.”

Copia’s eyes blow out. The word all but smacks him across the face— virgin. If this really was his special ghoul’s first time, he was hell bent on setting the bar high.

“Its ok little one,” He coos.

“Allow me.”

He starts bouncing, purposefully tightening his cunt when he drags himself up. This was his reward for Aeon, but he would be silly to deny that he was chasing his own release. Aeon reached into him perfectly, the blunt head dragging against his walls, hitting his g-spot each time he moved. He felt Aeon twitch inside. They're both close, he could feel that familiar bulge bumping against his swollen lips.

“Go on ghoul. Let me have it.” He winces when Aeon’s cock kicks, feeling himself get wetter. Aeon digs his nails into the plump hips under his hands— sure he’s left crescent shaped dents. Copia rests his forehead against his, focusing on the warm breath against his clammy skin.

“Fuck your cum in, make me take it. Make me catch.” Aeon answers the foul words with a gasp. He wants to so bad. Its in his nature to want it. But he tries to shut it down with his first coherent thoughts of the night.

You cant just say that. Please just get off and finish me with your hands. Please. Just hold it in your hand.

Knotting someone was a big thing, topside or not. Alot came with it. Copia wanting it? It was insane.

“We both know thats not what you want.” Aeon tried pushing Copia off, tried to stave off his orgasm before he inevitably buries his load into his raw cunt. But his efforts were futile.

Copia reached down to thumb at his clit, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came and gushed over Aeon’s cock. He used the extra wetness to glide himself around the swollen base. The right squeeze and Copia fluttering around him was more than enough to send him off the cliff.

He lurched forward when he came, wrapping his arms around Copia, squeezing as he rocked his hips up.

Thank you Papa. Thank you. Thank you.

He groaned into Copia’s neck, lapping at the junction between it and his shoulder, using what little consciousness he had left to not mark the soft flesh with his fangs. He focused on draining his balls, fucking his knot in, brushing it against that special spot that sent blinding pleasure up Copia’s spine as his cunt milked him dry.

Copia was stuck so good, too good. He would’ve liked to stay that way forever, but the post nut clarity was starting to filter in. He needed out.

“Papa please stop. It wont go down if you dont stop.” He was breathless, he sounded wounded. Copia turned his head to look at the ghoul, taking in the fucked out look splashed against his gray skin. He felt him shake from each gentle roll of his hips.

He almost felt bad for the ghoul, key word almost.

“Of course starlight, anything you want.” He smirked before clenching his cunt and rocking up, tugging against the swollen knot. The poor ghoul was sensitive, and the overstimulation was too much. The pressure finally made tears fall against Aeon’s pretty cheeks and Copia could feel his chest heaving with small sobs. He leaned over to lap at the wetness.

Before the ghoul could get anymore messy, Copia settled in his lap and placed a filthy kiss against his lips. Aeon was slow, still mindless and blissed out, but he responded by fucking his tongue into his mouth, licking at whatever he could reach. It was nothing he had ever felt before.

They sat there, mouths entwined, waiting for the swell to diminish.

The silence was broken by knocking at the door.

“Bus call in fifteen, guys. Hurry up,” That lively voice rang through again, of course it was Cumulus. He couldnt help but chuckle against Copias lips.

This was going to be an interesting few weeks.

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aufhcker · 2 years ago

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‘ i almost lost you ’ kiss .

76 Reasons to Kiss II Accepting

"This is the quietest you have ever been." Despite the situation, he huffed out a short laugh. But the sound was hollow in such a large room and he released a forlorn sigh, returning to focus on a task that the other was incapable of doing at the moment. The ornate hairbrush in his hand - just one of many things owned by Valeriu and left around his castle - was guided gently through dark locks, careful not to snag. He was already in enough pain. His free hand held onto the ends, making sure that any knots were detangled strategically until the strands were silky again. Each time he tended to the roots, caution was taken around his sensitive antennae; it was unusual to see them so still. They were often flicking to and fro, picking up on various scents and monitoring movement -- but now, they were limp against the top of his head. It worried the beast, because he had no idea what it meant. He was completely alone with Valeriu continuing to sleep for however many days had passed. There was nobody here to tell him whether the fae was recovering or rapidly getting worse, and the stress had started to affect Apsel. Not only mentally, but physically.

Much like the large wound in Valeriu's side, his own skin had started splitting. It was barely noticeable at first - beginning as a slight itch on his forearm that he could quite easily scratch - until the irritation became worse as each day passed. He distracted himself by redressing the Dokkalfar's wound, but the sight of deep purple staining the sheets was the catalyst to his disguise destroying itself. For a creature usually in control, he was at a complete loss this time. The silence of his castle only enhanced it. For almost a decade, he was content with his own company -- hidden away from society and safe from those who wanted to harm him. There was nothing he would rather have. But the unexpected - and quite honestly, annoying - introduction of Valeriu gradually made him realise how empty the castle was without him. At first a burden, now a fixture. These many walls had seen them fight, live amicably with, and hold each other time and time again; it was a sudden change to how things were before. And Apsel was unable to return.

Amongst the silence, everything seemed to irk him. There was no joy in reading or wandering the grounds. He refused to cook a large meal each night, opting for something quick that barely touched the sides. Sleep was rare, especially when he spent most of his hours tending to and sitting besides Valeriu. It was a routine that he was unaware of doing, but his body certainly did. Eventually, the slight itch on his forearm became a slit that seeped ash-coloured smoke. Although he was quick to close the opening, by the end of the week, there was nothing he could do to prevent it. The more Valeriu laid in that bed without any sign of improving, the more Apsel changed. One of his brown eyes turned completely golden, the other simply displaying specks of it. What once were perfectly straight teeth were now rows of fangs, their sharp points lightly puncturing his bottom lip from where he sometimes chewed it. The hand that held Valeriu's hairbrush days ago was no longer human, instead replaced by his claw. As his stress increased, more cracks on his body appeared until he was almost consumed by a steady stream of blackened smoke. Most of his human features were blended into what he was underneath.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness, any light streaming in from the large window blocked by plumes of thick smoke. Some of it swirled around the ceiling and curled up against every wall, but the rest softly blanketed Valeriu like a protective barrier. But Apsel seemed to ignore it as he replaced the bandage covering Valeriu's wound, noting that the skin appeared much better than it did before. There was no more redness or painful swelling, and the stitches had successfully held much to his relief. Once the wound was carefully covered again, the beast used his normal hand to smooth back Valeriu's hair -- but was taken aback when an antennae suddenly twitched. It moved ever so slightly, reaching up to brush and feel against the hand that dared to come near it. Apsel remained still, despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he hoped it was not a sleep-deprived illusion. A cruel trick of his imagination. But as the silence was broken by a whisper of his name, it was not. And when he was gradually given a glimpse of crimson eyes - still as beautiful as ever - some of the stress was replaced with relief.

"Are you with me?" It was the first time Apsel sounded unsure of himself, fear lacing his question. He wanted to believe that he was. He wanted Valeriu to stay. As though in agreement, the dark smoke surrounding the fae curled around him even more, closely hugging his prone body. "There you are." As Valeriu managed to turn his head towards him, the beast moved his hand to rest against his cheek in a soothing gesture. "I thought..." But his words failed him, refusing to acknowledge how he almost lost the one constant in his life, because it was far too harrowing. Instead, all he could do was show his desperate relief by placing quick kisses across Valeriu's face. "You scared me...I..." The admittance was cut short as Apsel pressed their lips together, holding for as long as possible before pulling back. I thought I lost you. "...I had no idea what to do."

#magioffire #v; one step forward #better the devil you know ~ prompts #body is fire and veins of embers; the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste ( vali )#( Apsel 'no connection to Vali whatsoever' but experiences the same agony his partner-not-partner is going through )

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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no guidance

pov: you ask your step-brother to guide you in your first time

part of the everything step cest collab by @dilfhub thank you for everything! 💕

note. lol this rotted in my drafts for weeks but i finally finished it eeeee

cw. virginity loss, sexting, mild corruption themes, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), possessive! akaashi-ni, slight dumbification, pseudo-incest (step siblings)

You knew better than to associate with the likes of Miya Atsumu. As if him being one of the most notorious fuckboys in campus wasn’t enough of a warning sign, his reputation was also infamous for being the “Virgin Killer.” In simpler terms, he took pride in corrupting the innocence of whoever was foolish enough to fall into his trap, and yet there you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you shamelessly sexted with him.

Unsurprisingly, he’s asking for nudes. Again.

It had been approximately three months since you passed notes with the said Miya twin (and of course you liked the worse of the pair) before your friendship escalated into something...more sexual. It was no secret Atsumu had a high sex drive, something you were still foreign with, so you weren’t really taken aback by his open vulgarity over his desire to fuck you.

The first month, you were nice enough to sent him a snap of your titties. Albeit still a little shy over not having sent anyone such an intimate photo before, you were beyond exhilarated.

The next, you sent him a booty pic. It wasn’t anything sexy since you were only in your campus hoodie, the door locked because you didn’t want your parents walking in on you trying to get a good angle of your rounded buttocks.

And just last week, you finally gained enough courage to take a photo of your glistening pussy, sent with a caption of ‘thinking of you...’

Now, you weren’t stupid despite your preference to act naive and innocent. You knew your actions would entice him to lead into something more, if his dick picks that show him already leaking weren’t enough of a telltale already. But as your phone pinged and his name flashed above your screen, the words, ‘meet you at Issei’s party this weekend? I think I’ve waited long enough’ loud and clear – your heart dropped into your chest.

Without another thought, you shut your phone off and rolled to your side.

The thing was, you’ve never really had sex. You couldn’t even be brave enough to lose your virginity to your hairbrush or to buy a dildo despite your friends’ insistence it was much better than an actual cock (quote unquote: both can make you orgasm, but the former didn’t come with toxic attitudes of horny college boys.)

Sure, you’ve watched porn, and you watched a lot – but nothing could compare to the actual experience of it. Your fingers could only get you so far.

Glancing at your phone that kept lighting up with texts from Atsumu, you felt something stir deep within your stomach. Curiosity? Arousal? Nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps all a mix of both. You’ve heard from all the girls Atsumu’s slept with that even though he meant bad news, his cock could be likened of that of a blessing that converted them into ‘I hate him’ to ‘Gosh, I wanna fuck him again.’ Addicting, they called him, and now you were being offered a path to being on a path that most likely had no point of return.

You sighed.

The saner part of you warned you to stay away. There was no rush to lose your virginity now. Just because most of your friends had enough experience, it didn’t mean you had to be the same as them. After all, you came from quite...a strict household.

While everyone had been away from their parents and independently living in their dorms, you still stayed under the same roof as your father and step-mom, along with your older brother who was only a year ahead of you. Akaashi was a very sweet presence to have that you didn’t mind not experiencing that ‘youthful freedom’ too much, simply because your brother was a better company than whoever you could room with. He was kind, always ready to help, and you could confidently say you trusted him more than you did your closest friends.

Maybe that was the reason why you knocked at his room past midnight, shifting your weight from one foot to another. The faint sliver of light peeking from the cracks in his door told you he was probably still working on projects and the like, really not a good time to bother him, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

At the back of your mind, this was the right thing. He was the right person.

“’Kaashi-nii...?” you knocked again, aware that he had a habit of listening to music on full volume while studying. “Are you there? Oh, were you studying, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge.”

Your brother stood in front of you, his headphones hung around his neck. He’d swung the door open to reveal that he was, indeed, previously hunched over his desk to work on something. Upon seeing the guilty expression on your face, Akaashi smiled at you in reassurance. “Hey, no, it’s fine,” he ushered you inside, setting you down at the edge of his bed while he sat across you in his swivelling chair. “Do you need help with homework again?”

“No...”

Turning away from him shyly, you opted to fiddle with your fingers as you stared at your lap. You had come here in a whim. You didn’t really think this through, and even though you’d been in his room a thousand times before, his dark blue sheets and tidy room that smelled sweetly of his detergent and vanilla cologne made you feel dizzy.

It didn’t help that he looked so mouth-watering in this light too.

Messy hair, long, slender fingers that absentmindedly spun a pen in those pretty hands of his, his dark eyes hazy and as welcoming as ever under the dim light of his desk lamp – how could you resist?

“What is it?” Akaashi quickly picked up on your silent worries. He’d always been observant, taking his role as your big brother seriously that he had attuned himself to sense even the slightest differences from you. Even though you’d only become family when you were already in middle school, it felt like you had known him for a much longer time than that, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles in your knees pulling the tension away from you.

“You know you can tell your brother everything, right? I’ll listen to you, you don’t need to feel scared or nervous.”

Guess it was now or never... “There’s this boy in my class...”

Akaashi’s eyes immediately darkened. All the warmth in his face disappeared, now replaced with a hardness you didn’t think was possible for such an understanding, patient guy like him. “Is he hurting you, forcing you to do something you don’t like?” his questions shot out one by one, and your eyes widened when he held you firmly by the shoulders. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

“No, no, it’s not like that!”

Your brother relaxed back in his chair. For a moment, your mind conjured up the dirtiest image of bouncing on his cock (and you know his cock is pretty after accidentally walking in on him changing clothes in high school) as he studied, but you quickly shook the thought away with a clear of your throat.

“What’s wrong then?”

You took a deep breath. “I just...I like him a lot and he asked me to have sex with him someday,” your words came out barely above a whisper, the courage seeping out of you until meeting Akaashi’s eyes felt impossible. “I said yes because of course I like him but...I’m afraid.”

“Hey,” Akaashi tilted your chin to look at him, his blue eyes pooling with worry and brotherly concern. “You know you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint him. I-I’ve never done it before and I feel like I won’t make him feel good. That’s why I came here,” you peered at him under your lashes, tongue darting out to nervously lick at your lips that felt uncomfortably dry. “You told me I could ask you for help in anything and you’re my brother so I trust you a lot to guide me on this one.”

The silence in the room was suffocating.

You were so close to running out of his room and pretending you didn’t exist for the rest of your life because what the hell were you asking? He was your brother, he obviously didn’t see you as a woman. You bet in his eyes, you were nothing but a little sister, and there really was no stopping him from kicking you out of his room until – “You want me to be your first time?”

You looked up at him so fast you actually felt your neck ache from the sudden movement. Heat spread all over your body, especially to your core at the unreadable expression in his eyes, yet it wasn’t...bad. He wasn’t rejecting you.

“Yes, please.”

Akaashi nodded at your hushed words. Slapping his palms to his knees, he walked to his bedside table where he pulled out an inconspicuous bottle with some sort of liquid you weren’t familiar with.

“Okay. Nii-san will teach you everything, but first, I need to prep you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was actually happening!

You could barely process the events that happened next as he discarded his shirt to the ground, exposing his toned upper body to you from years of playing volleyball. While you sat there frozen and with a frantic beating heart, your brother barely blinked an eye as he gestured for you to take your clothes off. Wordlessly, you pulled your top off and shimmied out of your underwear. Too shy upon being exposed to a male for the first time in your life, you immediately headed towards his bed and closed your eyes, breath heavy and laboured as you waited for his next movements.

Akaashi’s hand went up to your knee, and you flinched at the contact, relaxing only when his soothing smile greeted you. “Lean back for me. Just relax and loosen up, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, Nii-san will make you feel good.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. You were still shy, but you were feeling a lot less nervous. His hypnotizing gestures of caressing your thighs made you sigh in contentment as your head hit the pillow, legs falling open like it was second nature to spread yourself to your brother.

The thought had you biting your lip.

Before you could think too much about it, you felt a cool liquid being spread all over your lips. You gasped and clutched on the sheets out of reflex, staring forward as your brother stared at you cautiously, his lube coated fingers experimentally rubbing circles over your pussy lips. It felt so lewd for him to touch you like that – those same hands that always held yours in your weakest moments – yet it felt so good; the strange sensation tightening your chest.

“I-it’s cold.”

“I’ll warm it up for you,” he reassured, “How far have you gone? Any prior sexual experience?” Akaashi then began to playfully roll your clit between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. He grinned at your reaction – so vocal for him already – and he was determined to hear more of it. “Ever tried sucking someone off?”

“No, but I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

“Porn is different from actual sex, baby,” the nickname fell so effortlessly from his lips that you didn’t dare question it anymore. Not that you could anyway, because the tip of his finger was prodding against your hole that was embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “How about here? Have you tried masturbating?”

“Don’t ask me such embarrassing questions!”

“You’re spread open for me already, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” You covered your face with your hands to hide, but Akaashi pried them away, his grip on your wrist both demanding yet gentle. “Tell me so I know how many fingers I can put inside you. I need to stretch you out.”

“Just one.”

“Louder, baby.”

“Just one finger,” you blurted out, finding it harder and harder to breathe the more he glided his fingers between your slit. Fingering yourself couldn’t even compare to the beauty of having him do the same to you, your arousal only heightened by his dedicated stare at your shaven pussy. From below your bodies, his pants had begun to home a tent.

“Two hurts a little bit and ‘em too sore.”

“What a tight cunt,” he commented with a smirk. “I’ll have to take my time with you then,” You nodded gratefully, about to smile at him with hearts in your eyes when Akaashi slowly slid a finger in. Your moan came out breathless and muted as you stared at him, mouth open in a silent gasp. The intrusion wasn’t anything new but he expertly pumped his finger in and out of it that your walls fluttered around him, head thrown back for another broken moan as he slid another digit. The stretch felt fucking perfect – the slight sting more than welcome in your virgin cunt that was now being fucked by your brother.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. Just relax.”

Openly, your slight squeaks of pleasure had increased in volume. Akaashi fingered you until he was knuckle deep, his other palm flat on your abdomen. Had you been in a better state of mind that wasn’t previously clouded with pleasure, you would’ve been embarrassed at the loud sloppy sounds of your pussy, but you remained there with trembling thighs, your nails digging at his thigh as you stared at him wide-eyed.

“Feels good?”

“M-more,” you begged through gritted teeth, “Nii-san, more.”

“Not yet, baby, you’re still too tight,” Sooner than you’d like, Akaashi pulled his fingers out of you. Both of you gazed at the webs of arousal between his fingers; your face painted in shock while he smirked at it, chest swelling with pride. Then, his eyes slid over yours, hooking his hands under your knees before he settled between your thighs.

“Come here. I’m going to go down on you.”

“Nii-san, no!” your protests fell on deaf ears, almost as if he knew you didn’t really mean it. His ears knocked with your knees locked around him, and you shivered as you felt his hot breath right before your burning cunt. “It’s embarrassing...don’t want you looking at my kitty like that.”

“Your kitty is very pretty and Nii-san wants a taste of you,” he mumbles while pressing kisses all over your pelvic bone, his sticky fingers massaging your inner thighs into relaxation. Your head pressed back harder on the pillows at the sensation, the pleasure too immense and he was just starting. “Didn’t you say you want me to teach you everything? This is just a few lessons you have to learn so don’t be shy. I’m sure you taste heavenly,” Clenching your jaw from the overwhelming bursts of ecstasy, you failed to notice how he dipped his head further, tongue darting out to lick a flat stripe. Your eyes blew wide open as he torturously and slowly dipped his tongue from your hole, the wet and warm muscle licking all the way up from your slit until the clit. “See? I told you. Heavenly.”

“’Kaashi, ‘Kaashi, oh, oh!”

“You sound so pretty but don’t be too loud,” Somehow, he managed to raise his arms and placed a palm over your mouth. “We don’t want Mom and Dad to overhear.”

Your legs trembled around him until you nearly suffocated him, but how could you stop when he was rolling his tongue side to side, licking and cleaning up the previous wetness he’d pulled from you?

It was too much, too good, and soon you were moaning behind his palm as you came all over his face.

Akaashi greedily slurped up the juices that squirted all over his face, unbothered by the mess you’ve made. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were completely clean, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation when he locked his lips around yours, sucking whatever he could take. Unable to take it any longer, you pushed his head away and fell on your side in a desperate attempt to catch your breath, sending him a seductive glare, only to soften as you his lips, cheeks, and nose shining under the moonlight.

“Nii-san, your face—”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean up for later,” he shrugged it off and stepped out of his sweatpants, ripping a condom you didn’t even notice he had. You watched with baited breath as his cock sprung free, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum. Akaashi rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and situated himself before you, pumping his length a few times before aligning it with your hole, sending you one last look of approval.

“You ready for my cock now? This might hurt a little bit. You just need to relax and I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable and braced the sheets for preparation, wincing a little as he pushed the tip in. Akaashi felt you clamp down on him, his hips stilling just as he loomed over you, his arms resting beside your head. In this position, you could see each detail of him – the thickness of his lashes, the love blooming in his eyes, the sweat beading in his forehead and everything soft and slow written all over his face.

“Still okay? I can stop if you want.”

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He raised a brow at your initiation, but you merely smiled at him to hide the mild discomfort. “I can take it, just keep going.”

A few minutes later and a hundred still good? later, Akaashi had slid himself in. He allowed you to get used inch by delicious inch until he was completely seated inside you, hip pressed to hip and his hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so well,” he praised, “How does having a cock stuffed in you feel?”

“S-so full,” you replied numbly, the feeling of him throbbing inside your heat so fucking delicious. “Love nii-san’s cock.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you more then,” he warned, and you knew you couldn’t go back anymore when he placed his palm flat beside your head. Akaashi began to move his hips, slowly at first to let you accommodate to his length which your pussy hugged greedily. You were moaning left and right and his groans above you was erotic enough to make you cum on the spot, the pleasure doubling as your pebbled nipples grazed his toned chest.

“Nii-san! So big!”

“I know, baby, you’ll get used to it, don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon,” he rasped, scowling when you raked your nails down his back, though not hard enough to draw blood. It would definitely leave a mark though, and the pain of it urged him to move his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through his room that began to warm by each passing second. “Feel better?”

“Feels so good,” you cried around him, reaching up to bury your head in his neck and clinging to him like a koala. It did feel so good, so much so that you just might get addicted to this. “Love Nii-san’s cock.”

At your words, Akaashi’s patience that thinned a while ago completely broke.

His pace increased and he gripped your hips tightly, sitting back on his knees just to watch his cock slide in and out of you. The lube made sex feel a hundred times better from how easily he’s easily punching through your walls, the sight of you splayed out for him – hair strewn across the pillow, little whimpers leaving your lips, breasts bouncing right before his eyes and abused pussy lips hugging his shaft – it made him growl with possessiveness.

“This is how you should be fucked – you gotta be fucked right,” he announced, thumb coming down to rub your clit. As expected, you cried out and tightened around him.

He faltered for a moment at how tight you were, but he kept pushing, driving his cock in and out of you until he turned into you a sobbing, slobbery mess.

“You sure that boy of yours can make you feel this good?”

“N-no, Nii-san’s cock only!”

“That’s right, it’s just gotta be me, okay?” driving both his hands around your neck just to clench your airway as a warning, Akaashi fucked you harder than before. The sudden inability to not breathe made you impossibly tighter around him that you felt each ridge and vein kissing your bumpy walls. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m Nii-san’s property!”

“I’m gonna mark you as mine, claim this pussy as Nii-san’s only, yeah? You want that?”

“Cum in me, ‘Kaashi, cum inside!” you prompted, and what good of a brother would he be if he didn’t grant his little sister’s wishes? Growling, Akaashi snapped his hips hard until the tip of his cock successfully kept repeating that sweet spot in you that you didn’t even know you had. You were crying, moaning, too fucked to respond as you came, and your lewd expression was all it took before he was releasing his cum inside the condom. “Kaashi, Kaashi, ah!”

Akaashi quickly pulled out his cock and took a minute to regain his breath, his head cradled on his hands at the earth-shattering orgasm you both had. Not a moment later, he’s tying his condom and throwing it to his bin, finding his way right beside you as you blinked sleepily at him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you were great. Just tired.”

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?”

You smiled at his concern, pulling him in closer for an embrace. He was warm and sweaty that it felt uncomfortable, but you wanted him beside you, and Akaashi began to caress your hipbones with so much tenderness. He knew he was a little rough for losing control like that.

“I’d love that, thank you,” you mumbled, more than ready to call it a night and sleep when his weight shifted off the bed. Akaashi rummaged through something in his drawers before he disappeared in the bathroom for a bit, coming back to spread your legs open once more. “Wh-what’re you doing?”

“It’s called aftercare. If your partner can’t provide this and pamper you, I suggest you break up with them,” he snickered, and you hissed at the sensitivity as he wiped away your cum with the towel. You soon relaxed, however, all thanks to Akaashi’s doting nature that you were falling asleep on his bed, allowing him to clean you up as he pleases. He set the towel aside and snuggled right next to you, his nose bumping your jaw to pull you away from dreamland for a little while. His previous sexual aura had now dimmed; his brotherly concern present again. “You still want to fuck your classmate?”

“Hmm...he’s really handsome, and I heard from the other girls he’s got a huge cock too,” you giggled, not really aware of your words as you said, “Probably even bigger than yours.”

Thinking that he might be offended, you almost apologized after a moment, but Akaashi only laughed as he hugged you tighter. “Size doesn’t matter. It’s who owns the cock and their talent in pleasuring their partner that matters,” he confidently stated, fingers running up and down your spine that brought chills down to your toes as he nibbled on your ear. “And I know I fucked you so good he can’t compare.”

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years ago

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Hi and congratulations for the milestone!! 🎉🎉

I did promise I’d take the wheel for a spin and it must be fate because this came up:

It seems fitting, that man is known for his talents with his mouth, tongue and fingers 🥴🥴

I’ll leave you with a question to go with the result (feel free to ignore if it doesn’t tickle your fancy); how long does he last until Frankie has to have a taste?

Congrats 🎉❤️

Ohhhhh frick, how could I POSSIBLY ignore that question?? Because now my head is simply reeling with HOT THOTS about Frankie Morales, finally eating you out, after you tease him endlessly.

And, of course because this is Frankie, I have to tip my hat to the seminal masterwork of “All Hail the King” by Kat @pilothusband, without which we would not have the headcanon of Frankie Morales as the pussy-eating king, which we all now know as gospel...

Thank you for helping me celebrate! There’s some real hot stuff under the cut, people!

The Game

Word count: 4500

Outline: Frankie Morales x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Mature/Explicit, 18+ only; mature and vulgar language; mentions of making out; teasing Frankie; one mention of oral sex/M receiving; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; Frankie has a FILTHY praise-kink mouth; Frankie going primal caveman on your pussy when he finally gets there

You’ve been on two previous dates with Frankie, and each one has ended in some truly smashing makeout sessions. The man is an excellent kisser, and it’s been so long since you had that, you’ve gone a little crazy with just kissing on your first two dates.

On your first date he took you out for a drive to the scenic overlook, and after an hour of good conversation, the sun had set low behind the ocean and you made out like teenagers in the cab of his truck for another hour.

Date two was an action movie, and since the theater was practically deserted when you sat down, you got a wicked idea. You tickled your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and invited him to join you in the back row, and you made out again for all 105 minutes of explosions and punching. Neither one of you remembers the plot.

Tonight is date three, and after an early dinner out, you’ve decided that it’s time to invite Frankie back to your place to see what else he can do with that talented tongue.

You pour him a cold drink and he sits on your couch, but neither one of you really wants to talk. There’s too much electricity in the air. Your head is fuzzy with want. You’ve been able to kiss him plenty, but you haven’t had the chance to do more. And then you get another idea, a leftover ‘game’ from your teenage years, something that was hot back then when you played it with your boyfriends… maybe it still works?

“Do you want to play a game?” You slip your feet out of your sandals and tuck one leg under you to swivel toward him on the couch. You smile at this handsome, sweet man with your most secret smile and bite your lip as he frowns and looks at your bookshelf full of board games.

“You mean like Scrabble?” His confusion is adorable, and you giggle as you move closer to him on the couch, your voice low… “Not like Scrabble.” You flutter your eyelashes up at him and now his frown is gone, replaced by a look of interest.

“What kind of game did you have in mind, pretty girl?” And now he looks very interested, his broad hand coming up to your shoulder to stroke your arm, pulling you closer for a kiss. But you don’t let him pull you in all the way, you stop a few inches from his face and whisper… “A naughty game.”

And now you can see the sheer hunger in his eyes. The way his pupils flare and his deep coffee eyes fix onto your lips. He tries to go in for a kiss and you pull away, just out of reach. You hold up one finger and place it to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

You smile up at him from under your lashes. “That’s the game.”

“I have to chase you?” He flicks his eyebrows up, not looking impressed.

“No. We try to get as close as we can, but we can’t touch. We tease each other, just to see how long we can hold out.”

He chuckles. “That’s a terrible game.”

“You don’t think anticipation is hot? How about this… what do you want to do to me the most? If you play my game you might get to do it.”

He looks less skeptical now. He glances at your lips, then back to your eyes, before his gaze trails down, down, down your body. You shiver, and from his look alone, you feel hot and cold all at once.

You’re starting to think this might be… well, not “dangerous,” just more of an experience than the last time you played, which was at an age where the absolute wildest possibility was that you would get to feel a boy’s hand on the outside of your bra.

You bite your lip and blink with nervous anticipation, waiting for him to take the bait. He could decide right now not to play and you would still let him ravish you, let him put his mouth and hands and dick wherever he wants. You would welcome it.

He meets your eyes again, and you hold your breath, feeling a heat creep up to your cheeks and down to your cunt at the same time. His whole body is still, except for the rise and fall of his chest, moving breaths slowly in and out, and his big brown eyes that blink occasionally as he considers you with a thoughtful expression.

This is torture, waiting for his answer. You’re about to break first, tell Frankie he doesn’t have to play your silly game, when he moves just his mouth. His bottom lip opens a crack, and his tongue slides out of the corner and sweeps across that plush, velvety top lip, half-hidden under his scruffy mustache.

He moves the tip of his tongue slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes fixed on your face... watching you watch his mouth. You suddenly realize that this is his opening move, he’s playing your game already, and he’s playing you as well. You set the rules, and he’s already winning.

You release a shaky breath and scoot an inch closer on the couch. You flick the tip of your tongue out, letting it wet your bottom lip. You bring your lower lip in between your teeth and bite down hard, watching Frankie’s eyes drift to your mouth. You release your lip from between your teeth and then exhale a sigh and a breathy moan of, “Hmm…”

You reach your hand up to open the top button of your thin cardigan, the one you like to wear because it’s your color and it’s soft and it fits you like a dream. But it’s also the one that you wear on third dates on purpose, with no blouse underneath it - just a lacy bra and a heart full of hope pounding in your chest.

He watches your fingers with that hungry look resurfacing, the one that made your stomach flip a moment ago. He scoots closer to you, closing the gap until his denim-clad leg is a centimeter from your knee, one arm draped over the back of the couch, thick fingers resting just an inch from your shoulder.

No touching, you had said. Frankie is making it clear to you that he knows the rules and will play them to their limits. He reaches up to the neck of his denim shirt, the top two snaps already open, and then he unsnaps two more. The neck of his shirt falls open, and the amber light from the lamp scatters across the planes of his neck and clavicles. You can’t tear your eyes away from his golden skin, and you feel the emptiness of your pussy as it starts to leak into your panties.

Frankie holds himself still, waiting for your next move. You aren’t sure what to do next, and truthfully your brain went completely blank the moment you caught sight of Frankie’s chest. You decide to raise the stakes. You get up from the couch, moving to stand in front of Frankie where he sits. His deep brown eyes are watching you intently, smoldering as he takes in your form just an arm’s length away. His gaze skates from your face to your breasts to your hips and back up, and you wait until his eyes come to a stop before you make your move.

You reach up to the second button of your cardigan and open it, then the next one. You see Frankie’s eyes go wide, pupils flaring black as he realizes what you’re doing. You fight the giddiness that surges up inside you, forcing your face to remain as neutral as possible. You see Frankie’s cock twitch once in his jeans, and you are delirious with the sudden realization that you’re holding quite a lot of power over this gorgeous man.

Your fingers continue their dance down your buttons until all of them are free, and then you grab the lapels of your cardigan. Frankie’s eyes flick to your hands where they hover at your breasts, and you pause, drawing the moment out for as long as you deem just short of cruel. You open the cardigan and shed it from your shoulders, tossing it on the couch seat you just vacated.

Frankie takes a sharp breath in, and his eyes flutter closed for just a moment. When he opens them again his brown irises are nearly blown black with arousal, and you almost feel bad for escalating the game this far. You take three steps backward toward the hallway, curling your finger to draw Frankie up off the couch. You break the silence with one word, “Bedroom.”

He surges up off the couch so quickly that you think he’s decided to break, to just grab you and pounce on you and end the game. But instead he halts a foot away, and looks deep into your eyes with a smirk. Something like a warning in the back of your brain tickles, uh-oh.

Frankie starts to undress, and as you see more of his golden skin in the low lamplight, you start to think that you might concede first. He sheds his baseball cap, then his shirt, tugging the remaining snaps open with a single pull. You drink in the sight of his naked torso, the soft patches of hair that mimic his delectable facial scruff, the breadth of his wide shoulders, and the curve of his abdomen where it meets his waistband. There’s a faint trail of hair that leads down, and now you’re dying to follow it where it leads.

He toes his work boots off, then opens the fly of his jeans. He pulls them down and off with his socks, and now he’s standing in your living room, clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs, the soft cotton fabric doing a valiant job of containing his massive erection. You fight the urge to sink down to your knees and rip his underwear off, shove your mouth down onto his cock, see how deep you can take him. You hear yourself shudder as you inhale, nearly a sob, and it echoes in the silence and stillness of the room. Frankie looks pleased with himself, coiled and waiting for your next move. He must know how close you are to breaking.

You take another few steps backwards, keeping your eyes on Frankie as he follows you down the short hallway to your bedroom. You open your jeans as you cross the threshold, pushing them down along with your underwear and kicking them off into a corner. You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, and Frankie pauses to watch you, hands braced on either side of the doorway where he stands, his corded neck and shoulders tensed. You reach up to one shoulder and slowly pull the strap down. Then you do the same to the other strap, moving deliberately, watching Frankie’s ears go slightly pink as he clenches his jaw. You stand with your back to the wall, and you rest your back and shoulders against it, no longer trusting your watery knees to hold you upright. Then you tip your jaw up at Frankie. Your move.

Frankie crosses the room swiftly, long legs eating up the distance between you. He braces each large hand on the wall on either side of your head, then leans in closer, caging you in. His dark eyes fix on yours, and for just a moment you forget how to breathe. His gorgeous hooked nose is just an inch from yours, and if you tilted your head up you could bump noses, engage him in a kiss. But you’re not ready to give in just yet.

You gaze into the liquid cocoa pools, and inhale as silently as you can through your nose, smelling the clean cotton scent of Frankie’s detergent as it mixes with the masculine musk of his deodorant, the expanse of his tawny skin giving off its own salty hints. You feel a sharp twinge between your legs, another clench of your pussy, and now that’s all you can think about. You’re throbbing and wet, hot and getting hotter.

You press your thighs together in a futile attempt to relieve the ache, but it only makes it worse. You exhale and it comes out on the back of a whine, a faint noise that you know Frankie hears, because his expression changes to hunger again, mixed with a secret and knowing smile that tells you that you’re in deep trouble with this man. You have underestimated him, and you’re going to learn that lesson in a very memorable way.

Frankie is sweet and kind, soft-spoken and gentlemanly. You try to think back to what you assumed would happen when you proposed this little game, that maybe he would get a little bit horny, play along with you for a few minutes, and then pretend to give in just to get his arms around you. Instead, you seem to have awakened a strategist, someone who is used to making important calculations toward an end goal. You mistook Frankie’s softness for something it definitely is not, and now you’re regretting having challenged him. He’s not going to go easy on you.

Your stomach does that sick roller-coaster thing that it does sometimes, and you feel your heartbeat kick up a notch as Frankie uses those sharp eyes of his to inspect you. His penetrating stare moves from your eyes to your lips, which part involuntarily, an invitation to kiss you if he dares to give in first. He breathes slowly through his nose as his eyes trail down to your breasts and back up, taking in every inch of your bare skin. You feel like you’re being strangled by his gaze, but it is delicious.

Frankie takes his hands off the wall and then drops slowly to his knees. You look down at him in surprise. He opens his mouth and his voice is low and commanding. “Hands above your head for me, sweetheart.”

You lift your chin level with the floor and lace your fingers over your head, leaning harder into the wall with your shoulders. Your heart thrums in your chest, a steady tattoo that reminds you that you’re alive, but that also makes you feel very close to passing out. You try to remind yourself to breathe, breathe, breathe. You widen your legs just a bit for stability, and you hear Frankie chuckle low in his throat.

He starts talking, and were it not for the wall holding you up, you swear that you would buckle to the ground as he bathes you with his delicious, filthy monologue.

“Did you know,” Frankie intones, his voice raspy with desire, “... that you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen?”

You rush an exhale out through your mouth, and suck a great heaving breath back in. He’s only just started, and you’re not at all sure that you’re going to survive this. You dare to tilt your head to look down at Frankie, but his eyes are not on yours, they’re staring intently at your pubic mound. He’s transfixed, the secret smile gone as he stares between your legs.

“In fact, I think that this might be... the most tempting pussy that I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at. I could just bury my face in her right now.”

You feel like you can’t breathe, and you lace your fingers tighter behind your head as you stare down at Frankie’s soft curls, his nose just inches from your sex, his tongue dripping honey as you feel yourself getting wetter. Frankie continues his dirty talk, spilling the gorgeous, filthy words right into the center of your being.

“I would definitely like to taste her, see how she drips for me when she really gets going. Do you drip or do you squirt, honey?”

You clench your butt muscles and lean your shoulders even harder against the wall, a desperate attempt to stay upright as your knees threaten to give out. An involuntary whine slips out from your lips, and Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, that mischievous smile curving back across his lush lips.

“Would you like that, darlin’? Would you like me to eat you out?”

You bite your lips hard and struggle to stay standing. All you want to do is give in, collapse down onto Frankie and let him have his way with you. You feel another new rush of slickness hit your center and you almost break. Not yet, your brain whispers. Just wait...

Frankie turns his face back to your pelvis and then braces his hands on the wall, so close to your hips that you can feel the warmth emanating off his skin. But again, not touching you, he’s staying within the rules that you set for him. He’s too good at this, and now you know that you’re definitely going to lose.

Frankie slowly leans forward, bending his elbows to move his face closer and closer to your crotch. His nose comes an inch away, then half an inch. For a moment you hope that he will slip and make contact and lose, but he doesn’t. He has excellent muscle control and his arms don't even quiver as he finally stops, hovering just a centimeter in front of your cunt. You are wetter than you ever have been, and you swear that you can feel it leaking down the inside of your leg, trailing down your thigh as Frankie tortures you.

His voice is a whisper now, velvety and soft, and you strain to hear him above the rushing of your own heartbeat in your ears.

“You smell amazing, honey.” He closes his eyes and inhales, taking your scent into himself like you’re the sweetest flower at the farmer’s market.

It hits you suddenly that this is the most debauched, most intimate thing you’ve ever done with a lover. No man has ever dared to just smell you like this, and you feel something twist inside the bowl of your pelvis, like a spring being wound tighter. You realize that you’re not breathing, and you open your mouth into a little o-shape to take a slow, cooling breath into your lungs. You regain your steadiness and settle deeper into yourself to try to hold out, to hang in there just a little longer.

“I bet that you taste like heaven, pretty girl. I can’t wait to fuck you on my tongue, lick you inside and out.”

Frankie leans back and looks up at you with a wink. “After you touch me first and lose, I’m going to lick this pussy so hard that you come six times while you scream my name.”

You gurgle out a surprised, “Oh!”

Frankie sits back on his heels and stands back up, a little triumphant, like he knows how close he pushed you to the edge.

You release your hands and place your palms flat on the wall by your hips, not trusting them to hang loose at your sides, lest they decide to reach out and skim over his broad shoulders of their own accord. You look up at Frankie where he hovers over you, and you lick your lips and whisper to him.

“Frankie, I want you. Please touch me.”

He arches one eyebrow at you. “Does that mean you want the game to end? Are you giving up?”

You close your eyes and shake your head no, and for a moment you’re not sure if you’re even capable of playing the game any longer. Your head is fuzzy and your skin is screaming to be touched. You take a deep breath in and then out, and when you open your eyes Frankie is looking at you with concern.

“Do you give up, sweetheart? Or do you want to keep playing?”

You choke out a strangled whisper, the barest hint of speech. “I want… I want…”

Frankie comes closer, bracing himself on the wall again, big arms boxing you in as he moves into your space. He tilts his head down and murmurs, “Tell me.”

You look up into his eyes and the whole room tilts to the left. All you can see is Frankie, and he’s all that matters while the rest of the world spins dizzy around you. You feel sick with anticipation, and you know that this is your fault, that you were the one who proposed this stupid torturous game in the first place.

You just want it to end, you need it to end now.

“Frankie, I… I want…”

“You want me to eat you out? Stick my tongue inside that gorgeous pussy and fuck you with it until you come? Is that it?”

He leans closer and still doesn’t touch you, just keeps stringing you along with his depraved poetry as he tilts his head to hover an inch from your ear.

“Or maybe you want me to finger-fuck you, too? Stretch you open and see how good it feels? I bet we can make your pussy squirt, make you gush around my hand when I reach deep inside and hit your g-spot. I bet you’ll soak the bed, you sweet thing. Maybe squirt clear across the room.”

“Oh god.” You whine and duck your chin, trying to resist the urge to turn your head toward him and make contact, kiss him and then let him go wild, do all the things he’s been threatening to do.

“Frankie, I…”

“You what, sweetheart?” His tone is just this side of mocking, and it makes your cunt clench.

“I need…”

Frankie pulls his head away from your ear and looks you directly in the eyes.

“Use your words pretty girl.” His voice has an edge now, firm, sounding like a direct order. “Tell me what you need.”

“I- I want, I need… I need you inside of me. I want you everywhere, Frankie.”

“Yeah? You need me, sweet girl? You need Frankie to take care of you?”

Your face crumples, a whine of pure desire making your throat ache. Your pussy drools another bit of slick down your inner thigh. You want to cry, and Frankie frowns at you with genuine concern.

“I can take care of you, sweetheart. Anything you want, you just say the word. But first…” He leans his head down lower, lower, lower and stops, his warm breath fanning over your lips as he whispers.

“... first you have to touch me.”

You moan at that, the unfair knowledge that all you have to do to get everything you want is to give in. And he’s so close, his nose just a centimeter from yours. All you would have to do is lean up, kiss him, and-

Frankie abruptly pushes off the wall and takes two steps back from you. The sudden absence of him makes something in you snap. You rush at him and practically knock him over, kissing him with a snarl and wrapping your arms and legs around him as he laughs in surprise. He braces both big hands under your bottom and half-carries you to your bed.

He plops you down on the bedspread and then leans down over you as you kiss and kiss and kiss him. Now that the dam has broken, you’re not sure you’re ever going to stop, and you don’t give a flying fuck that you just lost at your own game. As far as you’re concerned you won, because you’re naked on your bed with Frankie laying over you, his hard cock pressing against your wet seam through his boxers.

You open your legs wide and wrap them around Frankie’s waist, and he kisses you before pulling back with a gentle shush against your lips.

“Wait wait, pretty girl. We’re not gonna fuck yet. I gotta eat you out first.”

“No Frankie, please. Please just fuck me.” You clutch and grasp at him, trying to pull him into you. He braces himself on his arms and hovers maddeningly over your face as he smiles.

“No, baby. You said if I played your game you would let me do what I wanted. You lost. I win.”

Frankie moves his mouth to your ear and whispers. “I get to eat your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

You moan, a high-pitched cry of defeat. You want him inside of you now, not a moment longer. You’ve been tortured and taunted long enough, and you haven’t even gotten a glimpse of his cock, other than to see the impressive way that his erection fills out the contours of his boxer-briefs.

Frankie kisses you and tells you to release your legs, and then he stands up and wraps his big hands around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor and looks up to your face with a wicked smile, the look of a man who is about to enjoy his victory over you.

You try to remind yourself that you lost, fair and square, and now your punishment is that you will have to wait to feel Frankie’s huge cock stretching you open. You’re going to have to take your punishment like a good girl.

Frankie pushes your legs up and back toward your chest, and you hook your hands behind your knees to hold them open. He takes the first tentative lick of your clit, and you cry a soft “Oh!” and toss your head back.

Frankie’s fingers stroke your outer labia, top to bottom, and he spreads you open with his fingertips. You feel the cool air hit your slick, and then the hot swipe of his tongue through your folds. This is torture, you think, but only as much as I deserve.

Frankie licks your clit gently before suddenly surging into you tongue-first, going as deep as he can, licking into you deeply. He curls his tongue up as he withdraws, and he hits the bundle of nerves on the underside of your clit. He does it again and again and again, and before you can warn him that you’re about to come, you’re shuddering and breaking apart in his mouth.

Frankie eases two big fingers into you and you’re grateful for the thickness of them, giving your muscles something to clench and squeeze around while Frankie softly licks your clit, working you through your climax. When you finally relax your legs, he sucks your clit into his mouth and then releases you with a smack of his lips.

“That’s one, pretty girl, but I didn’t hear you scream my name. We’ll see if you can do that with any of the other five.”

Frankie dives back into you face-first, and fulfills all of his threats from the game.

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years ago

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You Sent for Me, My Lady? (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Part 2

Warning: NSFW

You are just biting into the edge of your toast when you hear a bell ring. You instinctively look up, as do all the servants in the dining hall, wondering what next task would be sent for them. You see the bell under the plaque denoting the Countess’s Chambers ring insistently. You sigh. You had rather hoped you would be able to finish your breakfast before dressing the Lady for the day, but she was on a rather tight schedule. “Well, that’s me, I suppose,” you say to your fellow servants as you wipe the corner of your mouth of any leftover crumbs. “I’ll be off then.”

As you climb back up the stairs to the door that separates the servants quarters from the main hall, your cheeks flood with color as you recall the events from the night before. You had just finished brushing Alcina’s hair for the evening, the customary 100 strokes before bed. As you replaced the silver-back brush in front of the mirror, you happened to catch Alcina’s reflection.

Even after countless nights of dressing her and undressing her as her Lady’s Maid, her beauty still struck you as soundly as it did the first time you met her. Fathomless golden eyes framed by long lashes stared back at you from the looking glass. Her lips were deep crimson, laugh lines like accent marks dotting the corner of her lips. Up close you could see the flaws in her foundation, cracks lining her alabaster skin, moving up into her hairline and down the swell of her full breasts.

Alcina had caught you staring. Her eyebrow quirked up and she gave you an amused smile. “See anything you like, dear?” she teased.

You felt your face grow hot. “P-please pardon my rudeness, your Ladyship,” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean to stare. Is- is there anything else I can help you with, my Lady?”

“No.” She turned from the mirror to face you and you blushed further at the intensity of her expression. She gave you a considering look. “But perhaps,” she purred as she moved the hem of her nightown to expose her gartered leg. “There is something I can help you with, pet.” She took your small hand in her larger one and set it against her thigh.

Suddenly Alcina had swept you in her arms and you were in her lap, your legs straddling her wide hips. Your face was cupped between her hands and she was kissing you fiercely, her fingers weaving themselves in your hair, knocking it out of its tight bun. Your cap fell off and rolled under the vanity, forgotten. Alcina took a couple strands of your hair, now loose and falling past your shoulders and inhaled deeply. “What lovely hair you have, my dear,” Alcina said, twirling a loose lock between her fingers. “Such a shame you have to keep it hidden while working, but needs must, I suppose.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were not used to such compliments coming from your Lady. You hardly stammered out a thank you before Alcina’s mouth was on yours again, her lips moving hungrily against yours. She took off one hand that was holding the side of your head and glided it up your skirt. She caught your bottom lip in between her fangs, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she worked to unhook your garter. You felt your core heaten up in anticipation.

She shifted you around so you were facing the mirror. You started as you saw your reflection for the first time since being in Alcina’s arms. Your hair was disheveled, your kiss-swollen lips were smeared all over with Lady Dimitrescu’s lipstick, and your face was flushed bright red. She began kissing the sensitive nape of your neck and you felt a pleasant shiver go up your spine. “Would- would you not rather take this to bed, my Lady?” you stammered.

“Actually, I would rather stay here if you don’t mind, pet,” Alcina purred. “I rather like the view it affords us.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around your neck and began undoing the buttons of your collar, bending her dark head to kiss each new spot she uncovered. Before long, your neck and upper chest were covered with lipstick stains and hickeys. You could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her nightgown as she saw your arousal dripping down your leg.

Alcina moved her hand down the front of your open dress to cup your breast. As she stroked her finger around your areola, you felt your nipples harden at the stimulation. You leant your head back against her ample bosom and were hardly able to suppress the sigh that escaped your lips. She caught your expression of bliss in the mirror and flashed you a manic grin before slipping two of her fingers into your core.

You gasped as her fingers started to move rhythmically inside you. Your hips began to rise and fall in Alcina’s lap as you rode her fingers. You caught a glimpse of your reflection and your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat. You’d bitten your lip and blood had started running from the corner of your mouth. You started to feel self-conscious and began to turn away.

Alcina turned your face back to the mirror, gently but firmly. “No need to be bashful, pet,” Alcina said, quickening the pace of her fingers. “I want you to see your expression when I make you experience le petites mortes.”

Your hips bucked as Alcina quickened her pace. They could hardly keep up with the movements of her fingers. You could feel your orgasm building. “Your-your Ladyship, please!” you cried out as Alcina grabbed a fistful of your hair and held you close to the mirror. “Please! I’m so close!”

“Now, Y/N,” Alcina chuckled as she stroked your sweaty cheek. “I think the time for formalities has passed, don’t you? Say my name.”

“L-Lady Alcina!”

“No.” She moved her head closer and you felt her breath hot on your neck as she hissed in your ear, her curls tickling your cheeks. “Say my true name or I will not let you cum.”

“Alcina!”

“Again,” she said, pressing another lingering kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Alcina!”

“Louder, pet!”

You threw back your head against Aclina’s chest, crying out her name as you felt the release of your orgasm. Your climax spilled onto Alcina’s hands and into the lap of her nightgown. Exhausted, you settled back against her, breathing hard, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your curls and tucked your head underneath her chin. “Did you like that, my pet?’ Alcina purred.

You nodded soundlessly and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. “Er-sorry about the mess, my Lady.”

Alcina chuckled at that. “Never mind, darling, it’ll wash out. Now you’d better get back downstairs before Mrs. Fischer misses you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment at not being asked to stay, but what else did you expect? Alcina helped you stand up and she took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped any traces of her lipstick off your face and chest. She glanced down at the love bites trailing down your neck and into your dress front. “Nothing we can do about those for now, I’m afraid,” she said, flashing you an apologetic smile. “They should fade in time. It’ll be so dark now, no one will notice. Now off you go.”

You nodded again and with a brief curtsy left Alcina’s bedchambers.

Now heading back in the same direction this morning you feel your heart pounding at the thought of seeing her again. You couldn’t sleep at all the previous night because every time you closed your eyes you felt her lips hot against yours and her fingers filling your walls. You ached for her to touch you again.

You open the door and you see her in her slip sitting before the mirror applying her lipstick. She sees your reflection in the mirror and smiles. “Ah, Y/N! Come in. I’m almost ready for you.” She finishes putting on the last of her lipstick and she turns to face you. You’re struck by her staggering height and the thin material of her slip barely conceals the muscles in her powerful thighs. The slip is at a lower cut than her normal day dress, so more of her décolletage is on display.

She gives you a look. “Y/N? My dress, if you please?”

“Yes! Sorry Mistress!” You wrap her dress hanging on the armoire around your arm and pull over your stool to help her step into it. As you help her dress, you try to catch her eye looking for any sign, any remnant of last night, but none appears. Again, nothing unusual. It’s not like this is the first time Lady Dimitrescu has had a dalliance with a maiden. She’s had so many over the years it must be hard to keep track. It was one night of pure ecstasy, but it’s over now. It seems Alcina has already moved on.

After you attach the pin to her hat, your work is finished. She stands up and inspects her reflection in the mirror, looking at her magnificent body from different angles. “Thank you, Y/N, that should be all for now.”

“Very well, my Lady.” You give her a brief curtsy and turn to leave but she catches you from behind and wraps her strong arms around you. Her oleander and rose perfume is overwhelming. She must have just applied it before you came in. “Come back to my room tonight,” she growls in your ear, nipping it lightly with the tip of her fangs. “I gave you some assistance last night and tonight I’m rather curious to see what you can do to return the favor.”

You blush scarlet and nod your assent. “Good!” Alcina kisses the tip of your ear and gives you a playful swat on the behind. “Now off you go!”

You practically skip down the hallway as you head back down to the dining hall to finish your breakfast. You don’t know how you will be able to focus on your tasks for the rest of the day now. You simply can’t wait for tonight.

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zodiakuroo · 4 years ago

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copycat

18+, eren jaeger x fem!reader

part two of pierced

inspired by the 'big stick' scene from jawbreaker (iykyk)

wc: 3.7k

contains: mild dubcon, light dom/sub, ball play, choking, dumbification, degradation, spit, creampie

Eren can’t help but admire you from the doorway of your shared bedroom. One would think, that after 30 days of edging, you would learn not to be such a fucking tease. But here you are flitting around the kitchen in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a frilly pair of lilac panties.

‘Stop being a perv. It’s hot out.’ You don’t have to say it. The ‘you’ in his head is already chastising him for the lascivious nature of his thoughts.

The ‘you’ in his head is also already bent over the granite top counter, panties long discarded, presenting yourself to him, begging ‘Please Eren. Fuck me.’

He can’t help it. Everyday he’s found himself face to face with your cute little pussy, absolutely begging to get filled and not being able to do anything about it. It’s not his fault that when he sees you wearing next to nothing, he just wants to stick his cock in you.

Except it’s entirely his fault.

That’s why even though you can feel the weight of his stare as you move around the kitchen, you don’t even spare a glance in his direction.

If there’s one thing these last few weeks have taught you, its willpower. And thanks to your newfound self-discipline you’re able to resist the urge to pounce on him when your boyfriend pulls your back against the solid wall of his chest. “Baby.” He rasps. “I’m all healed up.”

The statement makes goosebumps appear on your skin despite the sweltering heat but other than that, you show no signs of exactly how pent up you are.

Eren made you swear not to touch yourself whining about how unfair it would be and how he would really appreciate your support in his hour of need. Yes he used those exact words. You kept your promise but not without intending to receive payback. It was only a matter of how. The idea hadn’t come to you yet.

“Really?” You don’t even bother to turn around, pushing past him. Partly as a way to tease him but also because you don’t trust yourself to be able to resist him once you get a good look at him. From his scent alone you can tell he’s fresh from a shower and that’s when he’s the most dangerous. He smells cool and fresh like his shower gel, spicy and warm like his aftershave and fruity and floral like his your shampoo. It’s hypnotic.

The trance is broken when he pulls you even closer to him, grinding his bulge into your backside.

“Stop buying that 2-in-1 shit if you’re gonna use mine all the time anyways.” You grumble.

Right.

Revenge first. Dick second. The voice in your head reminds you.

You wriggle out of his hold, remembering why you came into the kitchen in the first place. You breathe a sigh of relief as you open the freezer door, the cold air providing a brief reprieve from the near suffocating heat of your apartment. Once you’ve obtained your target; a cherry popsicle hidden behind some ice packs and frozen peas, you finally take a look at your tormentor.

“Babe c’mon.” Eren persists.

He looks good. Unfairly good considering the fact that he’s not even trying. Fresh from the shower, he has on a worn out white t-shirt, stretched around the neckline which gives you a mouthwatering look at his perfectly sculpted collarbones and no more than the top of his pecs that peak out above the seam. His grey athletic shorts hang low on his hips and outline his print a little too well so you know he’s not wearing boxers. Eren hasn’t bothered to tie up his long hair leaving the damp tendrils dangling above his shoulders with a few stray strands framing his handsome face. He’s putting up a nonchalant front but the tick in his eyebrow gives his irritated disposition away.

Surely he didn’t believe that you would let him have his way with you that easily.

Except he did. Because under most circumstances he would. But today, your own stubbornness (only marginally) drowns out your desire for your Adonis of a boyfriend so you push past him into the lounge, plopping down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“Later.” You bring the frozen treat to your lips. “It’s so hot.” Again, Eren tries to keep his face expressionless but you easily spot the way he clenches his jaw as his gaze fixes itself onto your mouth.

Bingo

You close your eyes, enjoying the sweet cherry taste and cool sensation that spreads throughout your body.

“On second thought,” You start, as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. “There is something else I’d rather have in my mouth.”

“Yeah?” Eren dons a matching smirk and stalks his way over to you, sitting down so that you can straddle him. “Tempting but honestly, your mouth isn’t what I had in mind.” His voice trails off, large hands moving down to cup your ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze for good measure. But before he can take it any further you’re already manoeuvring your way between his knees.

“Oh. You don’t want me to suck your cock?” You pout, resting your head against his thigh, trying your best to sound disappointed.

Eren swallows whatever argument he was about to present when he sees your pretty eyes, shaded by fluttering lashes looking up at him with the tip of the crimson popsicle pressed against your sinful mouth. The same sinful mouth he’s been dreaming about for a month.

Fuck.

“Yeah, okay.” He grumbles while you watch him pull his already half hard cock out of his bottoms. It’s so pretty and long, perfectly thick in all the right places, decorated at the tip with a vertical running titanium barbell.

He’s got a hand around his base, waiting for you to replace the sweet treat in your mouth with his aching cock but much to his dismay your attention is drawn a little lower.

The sight of his plush balls all swollen and full of cum proves to be too much for you to resist. He shudders when your cold lips press against the taut skin. You know he’s sensitive from being so backed up. That’s why he starts panting as you leave wet kisses on his sac, leaving your saliva all over it while his shaft grows harder above you.

“Hold this for me.” You pass him your popsicle, that is slowly starting to melt which he takes in his free hand.

“Okay can you just- fuck.” One more kiss, right on the shiny metal of his newly healed piercing, shuts him up quickly.

Your own hands find their place on his thighs. You dip your head down again and take one of his balls in his mouth massaging it with your tongue.

“Christ.” He groans, slowly jerking himself off while you worship his balls.

“Oh poor baby…. so full.” You murmur letting go of the left to suck on the right one, savouring the weight of them.

“Yeah.” His voice is about a whole octave higher than usual. “Hurts.” He scrunches up his face when you let go of his ball with a pop.

“I bet.” You giggle. Eren is now at full mast, veiny shaft resting against his abdomen, dribbling precum which coats the shiny piercing that crowns his angry-red tip. His wrist flicks ever so elegantly as his hand moves languidly up and down, up and down, up and-”

“Princess.” Your boyfriend whines, yanking you out of your daze. “Enough with the teasing. You wanted to suck me off. Do it already.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not losing sight of your revenge plot.

“Baby,” You pout. “I really want to but-” It’s so hard to bite back your laugh. “But I don’t remember how.”

“Wait what?” His hand stops right in his tracks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s been so long. Can you show me?”

Eren’s expression goes from perplexed to vicious but you don’t budge, blinking up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“How?” He huffs impatiently. It’s funny actually, seeing him struggle to tolerate a fraction of his own bitter medicine.

Your eyes shift to the frozen treat still in his hand that’s starting to drip down his knuckles. “I’m a visual learner.”

He moves like he’s about to stand up but you won’t make it that easy for him. “Please, Rennie? Please teach me how to suck your cock?”

As much as Eren has you wrapped around his finger, he’s just as whipped for you. So when you look at him with those sparkly eyes and call him the pet name he swears he hates but brings him to his knees when you use it, you know you have him.

Hook, line and sinker.

You use your thumb and middle finger to make a circle around his base, positioning yourself eye level with his leaking slit.

His tongue peaks out cautiously, eyes trained on yours as he flicks it across the tip, testing the waters. Immediately you follow suit, tasting his precum for the first time in so long. His hips buck off the couch, chasing the gone-too-soon sensation but you dig your nails into his thigh, reminding him who’s in control right now.

You quirk your brow at him, making sure he understands what you want.

How many times have you found yourself in this exact position: sitting between your boyfriend’s thighs while he looks down at you, both of you equally as lust drunk as the other. But this time he’s the one panting and whimpering while you have your turn to torture him.

Eren doesn’t like it. Not one bit. He wants to smack that smug little grin right off your face but instead he pulls at your hair, tugging right at the roots and making you yelp in pain. Now you’re scowling. But it’s hard to look at all intimidating sitting beneath him with your head tilted at such an awkward angle. He doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together either.

Never breaking eye contact, he uses the flat of his tongue to lick a broad stripe up the length of the popsicle. You squirm in place, remembering how it feels to have him lick across your cunt exactly like that.

Fine. He’d play along with your little game. But on his own terms.

You lean forward to copy him but the hand holding your head keeps you in place. Without looking away, Eren launches a glob of spit onto the already drippy ice-cream before licking it away. It’s that simple for him to put a crack in your domineering façade and have you whimpering right at his feet as per usual.

The corners of his lips twitch as a silent challenge to you.

Never one to back down, you use your tongue to trace the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, feeling it pulsate. As you get closer to his prince Albert, you can’t hold back from swirling the wet muscle around the cold metal.

A soft whimper escapes his lips as you pull away, keeping your mouth agape, looking up at him expectantly.

It’s silent for a moment before Eren realises what you’re wordlessly pleading for. “Fucking slut.” He mutters, almost amazed before he gathers more of his saliva to drop into your mouth with a loud khwa pto echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

You close your mouth with a satisfied smile, savouring the taste of sweet, tart cherry and a flavour that is uniquely Eren, letting it mingle with your own saliva before spitting it on to his cock. You use your tongue to spread the wetness all along the shaft, leaving it covered in slick sheen.

“So fuckin’ nasty.” He groans, moving his hand from your head to push his own hair out of his face, not wanting anything to obstruct his view of you right now.

You feel the way his thigh twitches under your palm every time you come even close to his puffy cockhead and your tongue brushes across the sensitive piercing. The idea that you have him like this, desperate and whining, after weeks of him toying with you is exhilarating to say the least.

You have to rein yourself in before you end the fun too soon.

Reluctantly, you pull away and patiently await your next command.

You know what he wants next and so does he but Eren can’t help but feel self-conscious.

Of course, he loves the way you look when you’re going down him. His gallery is filled with pictures of you with your eyes filled to the brim with tears and your lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth. When you’re not around he gets off to the videos him fucking your face, relishing in the way you gag while you try to accommodate him in your throat. He doesn’t think he could ever measure up to how sexy you look with your pupils blown, lips all swollen and your spit dripping down your chin.

But just like you, he’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

Ever so slowly, he opens his mouth and latches on to the blunt top of the popsicle. His plump lips form a perfect O-shaped pout, stained beautiful crimson from the fruit juice. Your gaze is transfixed on his face, the sharp lines and edges tinted with an uncharacteristic blush as his cheeks hollow out, to suck it in deeper.

“So pretty baby.” You breathe out.

He shudders as the cool air fans out across his wet skin.

“Yeah? ‘m pretty?” He smirks, using his free hand to drag his cock across your face, smearing his precum on your lips. “Show me how you treat pretty boys. Please?”

And how could you deny him?

Centimeter by centimeter, you pull him in. Only the first few inches, get to enjoy the warm, slippery cavern of your mouth while the rest of him has to make do with the soft skin of your hand gliding up, down and around.

“Fucking take it inside. Christ.” He groans, frustration evident as he glares down at you.

You simply shake your head a ‘no’, far too content with the taste and the weight of him in your mouth to stop suckling at his cock. If he wants more, he knows what he has to do.

The frozen treat is back between his lips and far too quickly, with not enough thought he pushes it inside as far as it can go until his gag reflex forces him to abort his mission, sputtering out red-coloured saliva.

You pull off of him as you erupt into a fit of giggles.

Eren takes advantage of the fact that you’re unguarded and in a matter of seconds he has you pinned to the floor. The poor popsicle is left in a sad, melting puddle on your couch while his long, sticky fingers circle around both of your wrists, the other hand keeping a harsh grip on your jaw.

Yeah. Not laughing now, are you?

“Was that funny to you princess?” He questions you, almost daring you to hit back.

Knowing when to quit was never one of your strong points.

“Not funny.” You say despite your giddy smile. “My pretty boy just needs more practice.” You snicker.

You’re pushing his buttons on purpose now. At best, you expect some degrading words fitting of your bratty attitude. At worst, you expect the sting of his palm to come down against the side of your face, reminding you of your place.

What you don’t expect is a wry chuckle before he says, “I forgot how bitchy you get when you don’t get stuffed full of cock enough.”

Eren frees your hands in favour of placing both of his on your knees. He spreads apart your legs as wide as they can go, dragging his coarse palms up and up to rest at the apex of your thighs. He flicks up the hem of your shirt to reveal to him the crotch of your panties that's soaked through with your arousal. He pulls them to the side to expose your cunt to him. Eren barely stops himself from tearing the flimsy fabric right off your body and only because he thinks they're pretty and wants to see you wear them again.

He can smell you. But he suppresses the desire to bury his face between your pillowy thighs for as long as you’ll let him. He knows that’s not what either of you really want.

“This needy pussy been missing me?” He coos, keeping his voice sugary sweet and dripping with condescension. He grinds his pierced tip all along your cunt, dipping under your hood to press right against your clit.

You feel it before you realise what’s happening; the burn of his fat head of his cock prodding at your tiny hole, forcing it to stretch around him.

“Jesus fuck- ‘s tight.” He grits out, managing to pop just the tip in.

Tears gather at your waterline as he impales you further and further on his cock, reintroducing your insides to him and his newest body mod. The bulb of the piercing drags deliciously over every bump and ridge that lines your walls. It just keeps going and going until it’s all too much.

Instinctively, your hand flies to Eren’s abdomen, fingers splaying across his tummy. You want to ask him to stop or wait or at the very least prep you. But you’re just so full.

He’s not even all the way in and you’re full of him everywhere. Did it feel like this before?

He doesn't give you a chance to remember.

“Move. Your fucking. Hand.” He grunts before moving it for you and sheathing his cock fully in your spasming cunt.

“Fuck Eren. ‘s big.” Your voice breaks as you utter that last word right one Eren fills you to the hilt. Your arms fly to his biceps, squeezing the muscle so tight that you’re certain it hurts him but he doesn’t complain.

No one would believe that mere minutes ago Eren was the one under your thumb. Not when he’s so quickly managed to turn you into a blubbering mess.

“Where’s that smart mouth now?” He mocks you as if he’s doing any better. In reality he’s keeping himself still, with his pressed against yours trying to regain a semblance of control, not wanting this to end so soon.

Slowly, he starts to rock his hips against you and little by little you open up around him, offering less and less resistance. Hand on the bible, he swears he can feel your gooey pussy sucking him in every time he pulls back, almost like it’s begging him to never leave again. Hand on the bible, he swears that he won’t.

“Huh?” He taunts. “Where’s the bitch who thought she could fuck with me?” He emphasises his point with one sharp snap of his hips that hits the bull’s eye.

“Eren! Right there!” You cry out as you back arches up into him but he forces you to stay down by pressing his palm firmly against your sternum.

“Right there?” He mimics your voice, with a high pitched, nasal tone. You can’t even cringe at how it sounds because the feeling of the rounded metal hitting that squishy patch deep inside you with pinpoint accuracy is too overwhelming for you to think about anything else.

“You want me to fuck you here?” His thrusts start to pick up pace. You’re finally getting used to him again and the slick juices from your pussy let’s him move as fast as he wants, as deep as he wants so you he can use his cock to abuse all of your sweet spots

You can’t exactly speak; only nod, as you dig your nails into his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of crescent shaped indents in your wake. The coil at the base of your belly twists tighter, tighter and tighter still as all your nerve endings work overtime to register the way he fills you up completely, the way the metal rubs along all the right spots and the way Eren rams into you like a man possessed.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Now you’re begging. It’s impossible to stop the fear bubbling in your chest. You’ve become well-acquainted with this feeling. Absolutely drowning in pleasure and right on the edge of an unimaginable peak before having it ripped away. It’s not unreasonable to be worried that Eren might leave you high and dry once again.

He halts his movements the moment he notices the doubt behind your eyes.

Your pleas become more and more frantic, already thinking the worst. “Don’t stop Eren! Please don’t stop.” You sob but go silent when his hand rests itself firmly around your throat.

“Told you.” He punctuates the sentence with one, deep thrust.

“Fuck. What did I say?” He growls as he falls back into the same brutal rhythm that had you teetering on the very brink of an orgasm before.

God above as your witness, you try and answer but all that comes out is a pathetic squeak of his name before he cuts you off completely by squeezing your neck tighter.

“S-said I was gonna fuck you stupid. Right?”

You nod as best you can, head spinning from the lack of air and your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Now fuckin’ cum for me so I can keep my promise.”

The second his hand meets your clit, you’re a goner. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs the neglected nub with exactly the right pressure to push you over the edge. Every muscle clenches as that tightening coil finally snaps. The intoxicating pleasure that shoots through your body reaches your head at the same time as the pressure on your throat is released, much needed oxygen flooding your brain and prolonging the high.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you as cream around his cock. It’s pointless to hold off his release any longer and with nowhere else to go he spills his load deep in your pussy. The feeling of his hot cum seeping into your pussy has you twitching around him, trying to milk every last drop from him.

You may have blacked for a second, eyes fluttering open as Eren gently taps your cheek. His handsome face, all flushed and sweaty comes into focus. Both of you are wearing equally dopey grins as he asks you, “Did it feel as good as I said?”

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Always You | JJK (Three)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?),oc and jungkook being adorable bffs, shady tae, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, vaginal intercourse, hickeys, orgasms,

Notes: I actually really enjoyed writing this part! Where’s my bff for bff bubble bath? Lmaaoo. Anyway, thanks again for taking the time to read. Don’t forget to send me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or if you just want to chat about the story!

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“You want me to what now?” your voice is unnecessarily high pitched.

“Meet my parents.” Taehyung gives you that awkward Chrissy Teigen meme smile. “Listen—I know it sounds crazy and horrifying but they’re really nice…”

“But why?”

“It’s my fault…I didn’t consider having my sister on social media…and I keep posting you and she told my parents and they’re real excited about me having a girlfriend…and I don’t want to crush them.”

You and Taehyung are seated on your living room couch, enjoying a lazy Thursday afternoon after classes. He brings his cup of water to his lips and takes some generous gulps.

“Listen, y/n I will literally pay another month’s worth of coffee…please just think about it.”

More free coffee? Fuck, that’s kind of a steal considering how expensive that shit is and you no doubt have an addiction.

“…fine…” you say hesitantly, “when?”

“Really?” Taehyung lights up like a spot light, “Well, I was thinking this weekend?”

“T-This weekend? That soon? Which day?”

Taehyung showcases a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his no doubt.

“Like, the whole weekend.”

Your eyebrows crawl to the top of your head as you gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like, we would get there in time for dinner on Friday, then stay all day Saturday and leave Sunday morning before they leave for church. Unless you wanna go to church with th—”

“No, not really.” You run your fingers through your long strands, “Holy shit, okay we are doing this.” You nod to yourself, “What’s our story? You know they’re going to ask.”

“Huh? Uh…just the truth. I met you through Jungkook and we hit it off and we started dating.”

You sigh to yourself, wishing that were actually true.

“Just be yourself, y/n.” Taehyung smiles at you. You beam back at him, and his boxy smile only grows wider. “They’ll like you, it’s not that hard to…” his hand reaches for yours, your palms are a bit sweaty since you are feeling like a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting his parents.

Suddenly, the front door swings open and in comes your best friend (who is still mad at you). He walks in slowly eyeing the two of you on the sofa. He notices Taehyungs hand wrapped around yours and Taehyung quickly pulls away. Jungkook takes a look at your face, you’re lost in thought, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jungkook is yes, still mad at you but also, since he jacked it to your face he is being a little nicer. But as much as he has tried not to have those type of thoughts of you before, it’s not like he hasn’t. So, he’s gotten good at pretending all is well.

“What’s with her?” Jungkook pries, walking closer to the sofa.

“Noth—”

“I’m meeting Tae’s parents.” You cut in to say.

Jungkook’s brows crease as he looks between you and Taehyung. He shakes his head in disbelief, stepping closer to the two of you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook mutters under his breath. “You’re going this far?” now Jungkook’s face is tilted towards Taehyung. “Why are you going this far dude?” Taehyung stands to his feet, “I—”

“No man, you’ve already dragged her into your shit and now you want her to what, meet your parents?” Jungkook’s voice rises in volume and you start to feel uneasy. Taehyung shakes his head, “Jungkook—”

“End this.” Jungkook spits out, getting in Taehyungs face. “How is this fair for her…”

You stand up too, your hand pulling him back by the shoulder. “Jungkook stop.” Your voice is unusually calm.

“I’m helping Tae out because we’re friends and also, ya know, free coffee.” Jungkook turns to face you, his teeth gritting in frustration.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” Jungkook whispers. And with that he takes one more look at Taehyung, shakes his head in disapproval and walks off towards his room.

You and Taehyung continue to stand there in silence, you feel embarrassed because of Jungkook’s actions and ashamed you didn’t do more to stop him. Taehyung on the other hand looks completely defeated.

“I’m sorry about Jungkook I don’t know why he—”

“I should go,” Taehyung cuts you off, he gives you a weak smile before grabbing his things and heading towards the door.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” you sway from side to side, feeling as awkward as you probably look.

Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, instead he rubs the back of his neck with a frown decorating his face. Finally, he meets your eyes and offers another weak smile.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 4 tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he is already walking out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You’re left alone in the living room with nothing but a cold, empty couch and your million racing thoughts. Why is Jungkook so against you and Tae? Maybe Jungkook is afraid that you’ll become so close with Tae that he thinks you’ll replace him…but you know in your heart of hearts Jungkook is irreplaceable. Why can’t Jungkook understand that? You haven’t been spending as much time with him lately and maybe that’s the problem. What can’t a drunken slumber party not solve?

You knock on his door, waiting for a ‘come in’ but it never comes. So you knock again. And again. Until finally Jungkook swings open the door with a frustrated sigh and pained look on his face.

“Look, before you scold me—”

“Actually, I had an idea.” You say quickly.

“Oh?” Jungkook’s features relax.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our BFF slumber parties.” You slant your head to the side, a sly smile forming on your lips.

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds before his eyes fill with something interesting.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “it’s been a while.”

“What do you say? Tonight? Me and you? Wine? Anime? Video games? BFF bubble bath?”

“Wow, you want the works.” Jungkook grins. “But you realize I’m still…” he takes a deep breath when he notices your worried, pleading eyes. “Step into my office and we can discuss the details.” He says, opening his door wider, inviting you inside.

His room looks clean besides the few articles of clothing scattered on the ground. He has a scented candle going and LoFi music playing lowly on his speakers. Lofi and candle? He only has that combo when he’s stressed and trying to calm down.

You take a seat on the edge of his made bed, and Jungkook follows you, also taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“14% and up only for the wine.” He states.

“Agreed. Action or horror for the anime.” You pitch in.

“Agreed. Mario Kart for the video game.”

“Agreed. Life altering secrets only for BFF Bubble Bath.”

Jungkook chews on his lips as he thinks of your request. “Okay.”

You clap your hands excitedly for tonight, your chest bubbling with happiness. This is what you and Jungkook need.

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Jungkook is even more excited for BFF slumber party night than you are. He’s missed you. There’s been a real disconnect with the two of you lately and thinks tonight is exactly what the two of you need. He is just coming home from buying 4 bottles of 16% wine and lots of snacks. He got the salty, the sweet and the sour. Feeling proud of his choices, he sets the groceries down and calls for you.

You walk out from the bathroom with a facemask glued to your face with another packet in your hand,

“For you, sir.”

Jungkook chuckles as he grabs the pack from your hands, “Okay, I’ll go put this on, while you pour us some wine.” He nods towards the bottles.

You happily oblige. You grab the cork screw from its designated place in the kitchen drawer and begin to open the first bottle of wine. It opens smoothly, without a hitch.

“Wow…engineering is amazing.” You whisper to yourself in awe.

“What’s amazing?” Jungkook walks into the kitchen, you take a long look at his appearance. The white facemask making him look like a ghost.

“Your face.” You chuckle, a finger going up to touch the material on his skin.

You twirl to face the kitchen cabinets and pull out two wine glasses for you and your BFF and poor a gracious amount of wine in each. You hand him the glass and you clank the glasses together in cheers.

“To us.” You chirp happily, chugging back a gulp of your drink.

Jungkook just watches as you wince at the disgusting flavor and cackles to himself before taking a sip of his own drink.

The two of you grab the bottle of wine and your glasses and make your way into the living room.

“Alright we go by the normal house rules, whichever place you get is how many seconds you chug your drink.” You explain.

“Are you talking to an imaginary audience y/n? I already know the rules.” Jungkook teases.

“I was just trying to get the competitive mood going.” You poke your tongue out, Jungkook is quick to try to grab it between his fingers.

“Ugh, you are so gross.” You groan.

“You love it.” Jungkook smiles so wide his eyes begin to disappear. “Well, let’s play!”

One thing you absolutely can’t stand but also completely adore about Jungkook is that he is a sore loser. And also an ungracious fucking winner.

“You SUCK!” Jungkook cackles obnoxiously in your face, “Like I hope you enjoy chugging for five—no, SIX seconds you mother fuckin loser.” He continues to laugh loudly much to your annoyance but a part of you feels warm that he is having so much fun. You haven’t seen him laugh like this in weeks.

“Okay I get it.” You roll your eyes so far back into your head all you see is whites.

This was the 3rd time in a row you’re getting 6th place, your vision is started to blur at the amount of alcohol you’ve chugged. But only a little, nothing you can’t handle.

“Okay y/n let’s stop now, we can watch some anime while we order some pizza?” he grins your way. “I vote Tokyo ghoul. And the rule is we drink every time Kaneki is fucking cry baby.”

“Well damn, guess we’re getting fucked up.” You declare. You and Jungkook laugh to yourselves at the thought.

The show is on, pizza has been ordered. Life is good. You sneak a glance at Jungkook as he pays attention to the show on screen. You smile when he smiles, you smile when he laughs, you smile when he pouts. Jungkook finally manages to notice you staring at him and snaps his head to you.

“What?” he asks with a toothy grin.

“Nothing…” you sing, your bright smile rivaling the light coming from the TV.

It’s been several hours, two medium pizzas have been demolished, 4 wine bottles have been drank and lots of anime has been watched. You and Jungkook sit on the sofa wrapped in blankets, neither one of you wanting to get up to turn the fan off.

“So cold.” You slur.

“Come closer.” Jungkook slurs back.

“Or we can warm up with BFF Bubble Bath?” you offer, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook zones out for a second, thinking of your request.

“Been a while since we had one of those, huh?” he finally says something.

“yeah, which is a real shame, isn’t it? I mean, we literally get into our swim suits, draw a hot bubble bath, get in sitting opposite of each other and tell each other our secrets, our hopes and dreams. Then we make a wish that the other person HAS to support and we can’t tell anyone else or else it won’t come true.” You mumble mostly to yourself.

“y/n…once again are you speaking to an imaginary audience?” he chuckles, “I know what a BFF Bubble Bath is.”

“Then hurry up and draw that bubble bath mister know it all.”

Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, he’s got on his red swim trunks. His hair is a fucking mess, and his eyes are giving away how intoxicated he is but he’s got this dopey smile on his face that he decides is a good look on him. He looks happy. He feels happy.

You walk into the bathroom and eye your best friend. You can’t help but drop your gaze to his thighs, God, you love when he wears tight pants or shorts.

“What’s up buff guy?” you tease, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

“Shut up” Jungkook shudders from your touch. Then he takes one long look at you and he wants to faint. You’re also wearing a red swim suit, it’s one of those strapless kind. The two of you eye each other up and down, observing your matching swim suits and shoot each other some finger guns.

“hehe…well, shall we?” you say, gesturing towards the bubble filled tub.

Jungkook nods his head yes and motions for you to step in first.

The water is hotter than you are expecting, your toes wet with lava. But it’s just how you like it, you have both legs in as you begin to sink deeper into the bubbled water.

“come on in” you wave Jungkook over, he drunkenly stumbles forward until he’s wincing at the hot water that meets his skin.

“You’re really the queen of Hell if this temperature is enjoyable to you.” He deadpans.

“Why thank you, does that make you my loyal servant?”

“ha-ha.”

You and Jungkook stare at each other for a while, enjoying the drunken haze.

“So anything new going on with you?” you begin to pry.

You prying is never a good thing but you can never help yourself. His past is such a mystery to you and it drives you nuts. You’re supposed to be best friends yet he can’t even tell you about his parents without it getting real awkward. He knows all about your family history, but all you know about his is that his dad cheated the whole marriage and his mom finally left him for it—leaving Jungkook behind as well. You understand why it must be hard to talk about but...doesn’t he want to confide in you? You of all people?

“Not really.” Jungkook fingers play with the bubbles at his chest.

“Any girls? Like not just hookups but—”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Such a fucking Jungkook thing to say, it’s always ‘don’t worry about that y/n’ and never ‘let me actually tell you some real information y/n’.

“Jungkook,” you wine into the bubbles.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you have a girl you like???” and suddenly drunk y/n doesn’t want to know this answer. Would sober you?

Jungkook looks down at his wrinkling hands and doesn’t know what to say. Does he?

“No.” is the answer he settles for. And suddenly relief is washed over you.

You want to ask him the thing you are most curious about—his family. But he has said it a million times to you every time he’s asked—its ‘a touchy subject’.

“Ask about it.” He suddenly says, “I know you want to.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, yes indeed I have no clue.” You slur.

“Y/N.” he warns.

“Fine…when’s the last time you talked to your dad? I know he made mistakes…but I also know he has tried reaching out to you over and over. He calls almost every day Jungkook! Maybe he’s changed. I know your mom left because of everything and you blame your d—”

“Mom…” he begins to cut you off. You notice his eyes gloss over and you feel your heart drop. Jungkook rarely cries and rarely cries in front of anyone. Then he’s clearing his throat, “You’re right. Moms not in the picture anymore and I do blame dad.”

“I hate that your mom left you Jungkook…” you say softly. “She’s the worst for that,”

“You have no idea.” Jungkook breathes out. “Let’s change the subject, please.”

“But—”

“Please, y/n.” his eyes are pleading and you feel your heart drop again. You wonder if he will ever be ready to talk about it.

“Actually…” he awkwardly plays with the bubbles in front of his chest, “There’s something I want to say.”

“What is it?” you can’t help but feel anxious all the sudden.

Jungkook avoids your eyes as he plays with the bubbles, he takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry for what?”

“I’ve…” Jungkook scrunches his face up, contemplating what to say. “I’ve been really unfair to you. I should of never treated you this way…I don’t know what came over me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was hurt, yes, that you chose Taehyung over me but since the beginning I’ve been such an asshole. Fuck, y/n…” his voice cracks, “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could…” he pauses, shaking his head. “No, it’s nothing. I just hope you’ll be careful with Taehyung.” He shakes his head again, “Oh my god, I am so selfish.” He laughs pathetically. “I’m sorry…”

You stay quiet for several moments, you want to agree with him. Yeah it was fucked up what you did, but he wasn’t any better this whole time.

“Why were you such an asshole?” you finally ask.

“Don’t worry about it y/n.” GOD DAMN. You are tired of that response!

You scoff, “And why are you so wary of Taehyung? I don’t get it!”

“Can you just trust me? Please?”

“I’ll just trust my own judgment for now…”

“y/n…” then he is looking into your eyes more seriously, “I’m sorry.”

You bite your lip as you think about his apology. Is he sorry? By the looks of it, yes. But he was so childish…you decide to grab his hand and play with his fingers. He stares down at your hands and smiles softly.

“Will you behave?” you tease lightly. Your fingers weaving through his. He looks up at you with his big doe eyes and nods his head slowly.

“Yes.”

“Then I will forgive you for now but you’re on thin fucking ice, buddy.”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little. “Yes mam.”

“Fine!” you say clasping your hands together, “Secret time!”

“Oh great,” Jungkook chuckles. “You first”

“Okay, hmmmmm.” You hold your chin up in deep thought. “Okay I got one I have never told you.” You grin mischievously.

“Okay, go for it.”

“When I was really drunk I most definitely made out with Trina.”

“Yeah, I was there. I’m the one who told you that you should kiss her. I said kiss though, like a peck. But your ass added tongue and all.”

“Wait what? Why would you tell me to do that!”

“I thought it would be hot.” He shrugs.

“Wack.” You slap his hand, “Your turn.”

“Ummm…” Jungkook leans back in the tub, “I’m the one who told Jimin to dare me to kiss you our freshmen year.” Jungkook says just above a whisper. He’s been holding in that secret for 3 years.

“Wait, what?” you ask, totally off guard.

“Yeah.” Is all he responds with.

“You wanted to kiss me back then?”

“Wasn’t it obvious considering how things escalated…”

Your eyes expand in size, the memory of that night flashing in your mind.

“We agreed to never talk about it, ya know, to save our friendship and what not.” You point out.

The bubbles cover your bathing suit perfectly so little was left to the imagination. Jungkook keeps eyeing the swell of your breasts and the pop of your collarbones, you look naked if he has to be honest. And if he has to be honest it was starting to turn him on. Should that be a secret he shares?

“Jungkook?” you say for the 4th time trying to get him out of whatever drunken daze he was in.

“Huh?” he comes back down to earth. “What did you say?”

“I said, what are your dreams?”

“You know them already,” he shrugs.

“Video editor still?”

“Yeah. Maybe Director.” He smiles timidly, “What about yours?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in school for marketing. So something with that?”

“I just chose that because I know I can find a job in the field.” You sigh.

Jungkook studies your features, you look troubled. He leans forward to grab your hands again and says , “Whatever you wanna do, you’ll be great at it,”

You crease your brows together and a pout forms on your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

The two of you smile at one another until you break the silence, “Its getting too hot we should get out soon.”

“Agreed.” Jungkook nods his head.

“Alright let’s make our wishes that we MUST support.” You stick your pinky out for Jungkook to take, “I’ll go first.” Then you become shy with your next words, “I wish Taehyung would feel the same way about me I do about him.”

Jungkook’s smile falters but he takes your pinky anyway.

“My turn…I just…I wish you will be happy.”

You widen your eyes, “Wow,” you say, “What a selfless wish. You shouldn’t waste it on me!”

“It’s my greatest wish right now though…” he slurs his words.

You can’t help but smile as you take his pinky in promise.

Now in some fresh pajamas, you and Jungkook both stand in front of his bedroom door. The two of you are pretty damn drunk but holding it together quite nicely. He sways from side to side with that bunny smile and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. He takes a moment but he hugs you back. You pull away much too quickly for his liking.

“Hey y/n…”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook clears his throat a few times, his eyes darting all around the place, “Could you ever…hate me?”

“Never.” You answer quickly.

Jungkook is hit with a wave of guilt, a wave so big it comes crashing and knocking him down.

“Would if…no, never mind.”

“Never.” You say again.

Jungkook’s smiles fades a bit before a new smile takes over.

“I understand. Goodnight y/n.” and he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “sleep well.”

Fire. You feel the burn of fire. His kiss lingered for a second too long because you are burning. His kiss was scorching hot and you can’t help but melt from the heat. You are left speechless. From a kiss on the cheek.How did a kiss on the mother fucking cheek have you reacting this way?

“G-Goodnight Jung—” but the door is already softly closing in your face before you can finish your sentence.

~~~~~

The sun is coming through the blinds in the most offending way, you want to open your eyes and start the day but you just cannot. You have a raging headache from all the wine you quickly drank and you come to accept your fate—you’re hungover. As hell. You crack one eye open to see the time on the clock: 1:52pm

Immediately you sit up in bed, realizing you have slept way too long. How late did you and Jungkook stay up last night? Oh, last night. You smile softly at the memories of the night before. It was a perfect BFF slumber party. You haven’t seen Jungkook that happy in a while and you wonder if the same goes for you.

But then reality sets in—Taehyung is going to be here in 2 hours and you haven’t even thought about what you’re packing for your trip. You still need to eat, shower and get ready. You begin to mentally pack for your trip when you hear a single knock on your door before its opening up and a wild Jungkook appears.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He says with his signature bunny grin on his face.

“Jungkook! Help me pack!” you jump out of bed and walk to your closet, dragging out an oversized overnight bag.

“Like, parent appropriate clothes—I am freaking out by the way. I am meeting Tae’s parents and would if they don’t like me?”

“Relax, relax.” Jungkook walks inside your closet, bringing out a few clothing options. “They’re going to love you.”

“Do you…” you chew on your bottom lip, “Do you think your parents would have loved me?” you ask cautiously.

Jungkook freezes. He is silent for several long moments, making you believe you should not have asked that. But then he turns to face you with a strange smile, “Mom and dad would have adored you.” Then he pats your shoulder. “I put in some good options by the way.” He says pointing to the bag.

“Oh thanks.” You say totally caught off guard. “Okay I’m going to shower can you please, pretty please make me something to eat? I will love you forever.”

“You already love me forever.” Jungkook states matter of fact. “But sure, but don’t blame me if you don’t like what I make.”

“Oh god, you’re making me instant ramen aren’t you?”

“Love you.” He says, walking out of your room.

~~~~~~

“I made a playlist for our drive.” Taehyung hands you his phone, “It’s called ‘Meet the Parents’” he laughs to himself, pointing at the playlist on the screen for you to click.

“The first song is called ‘Please love me’ by Colde” you chuckle, “You think you are funny, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little” he smirks. “But really, relax. My parents are chill, they’re gonna like you, I promise.

“Well, we have a 2 hour drive Tae Tae.” Taehyung blushes hard at the nickname and for once it does not go unnoticed by you.

“I have a question for you y/n…”

You quirk a brow at his curiosity, “What is it?”

“How do you have the opportunity to fake date me? Like, don’t you have someone you like or guys chasing after you?”

“Oh I don’t have much luck with that.” You answer honestly. “With dating and such.”

“And why’s that?” he pries deeper.

“To be honest most guys I have dated end up dumping me if I don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

You grip your purse in your lap, your hold so tight your fingers become sore.

“Dump Jungkook.” You breathe out, “They were always so jealous of him…and… gave me a choice. Them or him,” you pick at the material of your purse, “I always chose Jungkook.” You huff, “Besides I didn’t like those guys that much anyway.”

Taehyung is quietly listening to you, nodding his head at your words. Once at a stop light he turns to face you,

“Yet when I asked you to dump Jungkook, you did.” He points out in a hushed tone.

“I…” you pause, thinking carefully on what to say. “I guess I did.”

Taehyung smiles. But it isn’t his boxy grin, it’s an odd smile. You become anxious, “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Right.” Taehyung says before facing the road again, accelerating through the green light.

“How did you and Jungkook becomes so close anyway?”

You can’t help but simper.

“Well, we met at a frat party but ended up at a 24 diner until like 9 the next morning. We just—we just really hit it off. I felt like I could say or be anything in front of Jungkook and he would always just give me a silly look and accept whatever it is, whatever I am. You know when you just vibe with someone so well?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Well that was us. We could say anything and still always want to continue the conversation. We ended up taking some of the same classes and studied together then that turned into regular hang outs and then it was like bam—I was with him almost every day.” You smile fondly at the memories.

Taehyung glances at you, he wears a sad smile as he asks, “Have either of you ever caught feelings for the other?”

You choke on the air around you, “What?” then that night from freshmen year flashes in your mind, “No…no.” you say trying to convince him, or is it to convince yourself?

The next few minutes are pretty quiet during the drive, but nothing awkward. You unzip your purse to pull out your phone to see you have unread messages from Jimin.

Jimin 5:30pm

Hey babe, heard you were going to meet Tae’s parents

Jimin 5:31pm

How is Jungkook feeling?

y/n 5:44pm

what do u mean

Jimin 5:45pm

y/n…nothing girl

y/n 5:45pm

????

Jimin 5:46pm

It’s really nothing. Anyway

Jimin 5:46pm

You and tae huh

Jimin 5:46pm

I am happy for you and tae…if that’s what you really want

You stare down at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether to tell Jimin the truth. He is one of your best friends after all.

y/n 5:55pm

tbh with u jimin…im not really dating tae..were just pretending to get this girl off his back

Jimin 5:56pm

What???? Really?? Wait, what girl?

y/n 5:57pm

Some chick named Anna

Jimin 5:57pm

Wait…Anna…?

Incoming call: Jimin

“Are you going to answer that?” Taehyung asks from beside you.

You want to but you two are pulling into his parents drive way and you don’t want your first impression to be that you were on your phone, so you send Jimin a quick text that you can’t talk.

You and Taehyung step out of the car and his parents are already standing outside on the porch. His father has his wife in his arms, they look happy to see Taehyung—they look happy in general.

“Oh! My baby bear!” his mother strides forward until Taehyung is wrapped in her loving arms. She sways their bodies back and forth as she smiles and laughs, the joy of having her son with her evident.

Taehyungs dad is about the same, he pulls him in for a tight hug and scolds him for not visiting more. Then it is your turn. You stand there awkwardly but not for long because Taehyungs mother is embracing you all the same.

“I have seen lots of pictures of you! But you are even prettier in person!” she gushes, her hands holding yours. You can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as she speaks to you.

“Why don’t you two come inside?” his father gestures towards the house, “We got dinner nice and hot.”

Taehyung blushes as he watches his parents interact with you, he knew they would warm up to you fast but still it makes his heart race.

Dinner goes by quickly, his parents talking a storm. They begin sharing childhood stories about Taehyung and show you baby pictures as he sits there protesting. His pouting face is so cute you could die.

“And here he is with just a towel!” his mom squeals. “But I am sure you have seen that view already.”

“mom…” Taehyung draws out the word in a whine. You just giggle as she continues to show you pictures of baby Tae Tae.

Finally, Taehyungs sister joins the party and she teases him just as much as their parents. You feel right at home with the Kim’s. They are warm and inviting and make you feel so…at peace.

“Oh!” Mrs. Kim pauses, “look at the time!” she points down at her watch that rests on her left wrist.

“It’s gotten so late, my my. Well, us old folks are heading to bed. You two should get some rest as well.” She motions towards you and Taehyung. “Taehyung can show you the room you two will be staying in.”

“Room? As in singular?” you sputter out.

“Well, we only have one room open. One bed.” She juts her lip out innocently. “I figure you two are a couple so…”

“Yeah, we will be fine.” Taehyung cuts in. “Get some rest mom…dad.” He nods towards his father.

One room? One bed? With The Kim Taehyung. Granted that yes, you have become like, friends with Tae so you are more comfortable. But to share a room? Share a bed?

You follow Tae up the stairs and down the hall to a bedroom. It has a single queen size bed in the middle of the room against the wall. You feel flustered like it’s the first time you spoke to him.

“I can sleep on the floor if you want.” Taehyung offers with a shy smile and all your worries vanish. That’s right, Taehyung is a gentlemen and you have nothing to worry about.

“No, it’s fine” you assure him, “We are adults Tae, we can share a bed.”

Your hangover still lingers and the drive is starting to take its toll, your eyes feeling heavy as sleep invites you to visit.

“Let’s sleep.” You yawn out.

Taehyung nods his head with a smile and walks towards the bathroom, “I’ll get ready for bed in here,” he motions towards the bathroom, “and you can change in here. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“Alrighty”

You fall asleep quickly, letting your dreams take over for the night.

Winter break just started and you are supposed to go see your parents but when you found out your new friend Jungkook was going to be spending the holidays alone in his dorm you just could not let that slide.

“It’s not a big deal, y/n. I’m used to it.” He states in a plain fashion.

“it IS a big deal JK. My parents can handle one Christmas without me, but I am afraid you cannot.” You say with a smirk.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Jungkook is typing away on his laptop working on a last minute assignment his professor is letting him turn in late.

“Because even though I’ve only known you for like, 4 months, you’re like my closest friend here.”

“Don’t act like you have a closer friend somewhere else”

“Why do you have to call me out like that?”

Jungkook snickers, click clacking away on his keyboard, “Finally, I’m finished.” He says closing the laptop. Jungkook looks up at you.

“Go catch your flight y/n.” he says with a soft smile.

“Not happening.” You say more seriously.

Jungkook just stares at you for a long while and you stare right back. When the two of you look into one another’s eyes it’s never weird or awkward. You always relish in it.

“You’re something else aren’t you?” he breaks into a toothy grin. “What would we do anyway?”

“We can have a slumber party? And call it BFF slumber party.”

“Sounds fun” Jungkook stands from his rolling chair and sits on the edge of his bed with you.

“You know, you might be the best friend I have ever had.” He whispers.

Christmas passes by in a flash and NYE’s is right around the corner. Your friends are going to be back for NYE’s because of all the parties that required all of your attendances.

New Year’s eve has arrived and you sit in your dorm with Trina as the two of you get ready for the night.

“I hope Stephanie is going to be there tonight…” Trina mumbles under her breath, “If not this outfit is a complete waste.”

You giggle as you apply your red lipstick in the mirror. You get a text from Jimin that he and Jungkook are already headed to the party so you rush Trina to get ready to go.

The party is booming. There are decorations everywhere, people everywhere, and drinks everywhere. You sip on a few beers, wanting to stay at least a little sober so you remember the night, and you hope Jungkook isn’t too trashed either.

Hours pass, lots of dancing goes down and more drinks go down…your throat. It was all fun and games until Jimin called for your group of friends to head to a bedroom to play an innocent game of truth or dare.

You stick to Jungkook’s side as the two of you stumble up the stairs, laughing loudly and holding hands to keep each other stable.

You all sat in a circle in the room, talking and laughing until Jimin clanked a glass with a spoon like a fancy bitch to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay first, lets start with Trina! Truth or Dare?” Jimin smirks.

“Dare, obviously.”

“Okay,” Jimin thinks for a few moments, “I dare you to flash everyone your tits.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Trina says as she quickly lifts her shirt. She was already braless. You and Jungkook cackle at the scene unfolding.

“Okay, Hobi…truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He says with an excited grin.

“Dare you to take 3 shots in a row.”

And the night went on like this until it was Jimins turn again,

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” Jimin had an evil glint in his eye, you should of known he was up to no good.

“Dare.” Jungkook says with a cocky smile.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

“y/n?” Taehyung shakes you a bit more, “y/n?”

“Huh?” you begin to open your eyes and take in your view. You are in a small bedroom, there are posters on the wall and a small desk next to the bedroom door. And most importantly a Kim Taehyung in front of your face.

“What…What time is it?” you ask, sleep still evident in your voice.

“9:00” he grins down at you. “We’re going strawberry picking today, get dressed!”

You rub your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the sleep that crusted them but it is no use, you are still exhausted.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

Why? Why did you dream that memory? You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the lingering dream in your mind. That was a long time ago, time to move on.

You quickly shower and get dressed and meet Taehyung and his parents for breakfast.

“Wow, smells good!” you inhale the air, while smiling sweetly to Mrs. Kim.

“Do you cook y/n?” she asks, looking eager to know.

“Yeah, I do. Well, sometimes.” You laugh to yourself “My roommate is useless in the kitchen so someone has to cook.”

“That’s great!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, nodding approvingly to her husband. “Taehyungs last girlfriend couldn’t even toast a poptart.” She rolls her eyes but then smiles at you again.

Last girlfriend? You don’t recall Taehyung ever having a girlfriend in the time you have known him. Must have been a while.

“Mom…” Taehyung warns,

“Oh alright, we aren’t talking about her. What was her name again?”

“Mom.”

“Okay okay.”

You awkwardly play with your fingers at their back and forth. Who was his girlfriend? Were they dating more recently? Why has the energy shifted so much in the kitchen?

“So you two are going strawberry picking huh? That’ll be fun. Be sure you bring back the reddest, juiciest ones you can find!” Mr. Kim chimes in.

You and Taehyung arrive at the strawberry farm a couple hours later, you two are some of the only people there.

“Small town.” Taehyung explains.

“More for us.” You poke your tongue out. “You must really like strawberries Tae.”

“Actually, no. I’m tired of them.” His laughter fills your ears, you watch as he sways into your side “But it’s still fun and we can take some cute pics here.”

“Yeah, true.” You try to smile brightly but fall short. “Well I’m glad we’re getting some because Jungkook eats all the damn strawberries at home!” Taehyung watches as you giggle and he frowns.

You spend time walking side by side, taking lots of photos, and enjoying one another’s company. The wonderful breeze rushes through you, making you feel alive and well.

“No way! Trina did not do that!” Taehyung laughs so hard, shaking his whole body.

“I swear! I told her she was going to get caught but that bitch does not listen to me.” You laugh alongside him.

“And I swear to you, I was not about to get caught with her so me and Jungkook ran for it. I would rather fucking die.” You laugh again.

“You don’t say that type of stuff in front of Jungkook, do you?” Taehyungs tone becomes serious, surprising you.

“What stuff?” you tilt you head in confusion.

“You know ‘wanting to die’ bullshit. He really hates that because well, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t say that around him, he’s real sensitive about that for some reason.” You laugh awkwardly, swinging your arms side to side as you two walk.

“Well for good reason. Right?”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing…” Taehyung releases a shaky breath. “It’s not my place to tell you.”

“If it’s about my best friend—”

“Sorry. Not my place.” Taehyung says more harshly. “Let’s just change the subject.”

Your mind begins racing…why is Jungkook so sensitive about that? What isn’t he telling you?

“Don’t think too much about it y/n.” Taehyung says softly. “He will tell you eventually.”

“Oh…” you bow your head down, “Okay…”

“Well, tell me more about you Tae.”

“what do you want to know?”

“let’s start with the basics! What’s your favorite color?”

Taehyung looks up at the sky and hums to himself, “I don’t have one but today maybe it’s blue.”

“You don’t have a favorite color? Why blue today?”

“The sky. It’s so pretty. I wish I could find this exact shade of blue and recreate this sky…” he sighs to himself, “But then again maybe today it’s green.” He gestures towards your top. “Because it brings out the color in your eyes.”

You pause mid walk, tilting your head up at him. “You like green today because I…I’m wearing it?”

“Is that strange?” he stops walking as well, “Because your eyes—”

“Why not choose the color of my eyes?” you tease.

“Because I like what wearing green does to them specifically.” He rubs your shoulder, “Come on, let’s keep going.”

You nod your head and the two of you continue your walk, he takes your hand in his and you smile to yourself. This feels like a real date.

“What are you most afraid of?” you feel his hand grow sweaty in your palm. “Like, for example, Jungkook doesn’t like spiders or…”

“Being left.” He blurts out. “But yeah, not a fan of spiders either.” He chuckles.

“Being left?”

Taehyung walks towards a bench and sits down, you follow his lead taking a seat close to him. He takes a few deep breaths and lowers his head.

“Imagine a parent or a significant other or even a friend…they say they love you and stuff…but then change their mind or something happens and they end up leaving. That’s what I’m most afraid of. Being left alone.”

You bite your lip, you realize he and Jungkook have this in common. Your hand rushes to find his, you gently stroke your thumb over his golden skin. “Someone would be absolutely crazy to abandon you, Taehyung.”

Surprising you, he scoffs.

“I’m serious…you are…just amazing. You’re sweet, funny, caring and kind and you make great art and you have great taste in movies…you also know the best pizza…” you continue to stroke his skin as you ramble, “You have the most genuine heart, Taehyung.”

Taehyung lifts his head to face you, he looks pained.

“y/n…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m here for you, you know?” you scoot closer to him on the bench and Taehyung leans into you.

“You’re too good to me…” Taehyung whispers so quietly you barely hear him. “You really think that of me?”

“Of course, I do. You make me feel…” the words die on your tongue when you feel Taehyung cup your jaw with his hand.

“You make me feel….too.” he whispers just loud enough that you hear him loud and clear.

Then Taehyung leans back, his hand dropping from your face, “I have to tell you something.”

“No.” you cut in. Whatever it is it can wait. Because…because you know it’s not something that will make you happy and you don’t want this weekend to be ruined. You just know.

“Tell me another time?” you lean into him, your fingers intertwining with his. “Please…”

Taehyung exhales deeply, frustration written all over his face. He turns in his seat to face you.

“Soon.” He promises.

“Ha, you sound like Jungkook.”

“Do you always find a way to talk about Jungkook?” Taehyung lifts your chin with his fingers.

“W-What?”

Taehyung looks serious for a second before he cracks a smile and laughs, “I’m just teasing you.”

~~~~~

“Wait, wait. So you’re telling me you ALSO love museums?!” Taehyung squeezes your hand in excitement.

“Yeah, they’re really interesting.” You smile.

“Oh my god, all our friends think they’re so boring. Well, Namjoon likes them. Anyway, why haven’t we gone on a museum date? I want to take you so bad now!” His eyes are shining like a child, you can’t help but adore him.

“Then let’s go sometime Tae.”

Taehyung lowers the basket he’s holding to the ground and takes your basket and sets it on the ground as well.

“I really…” Taehyung pauses, reaching his hand to grab yours. “Really had a nice time with you today.

You look down at your joined hands and smile. “Me too, Tae Tae.”

Taehyung leans over and pecks your cheek. It makes you smile.

“What was that for?” you ask shyly. “There’s no people around.” You chuckle a bit bitterly.

“Just felt like it,” his soft smile making you swoon. “Should we head back? My parents will probably be in bed by the time we make it back home.”

“Sure.”

~~~~~

The house is dark and quiet when you enter through the front door. Only the sound of the ceiling fan rotating in cold, noisy circles could be heard. It was oddly calming and made the long day catch up to you.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Tae whispers into your ear and it tickles.

The two of you head up the flight of stairs and enter the bedroom. You take turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed, once all done you make your way under the covers and slowly close your eyes.

“y/n?”

You turn over in bed to face Taehyung, your faces just inches apart.

“Yes?” you whisper.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this.” The guilt in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, as usual. “I wish there was something more I could do for you…”

“You’re already buying me coffee.” You giggle.

“I want to do more,” Taehyung gulps “I want to…” he scoots even closer to you, his hot breath fanning your face. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste and his natural scent. It fills your nostrils and you suck in a sharp breath.

“You want to what?” you say with a shaky voice.

Taehyungs breathing begins to quicken, you can feel each rushed breath and you wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What do you want to do, Tae?” you ask again.

You can see Taehyungs tongue dart out to wet his lips and you can’t help but stare. His lips look so plump and delicious, you want a bite.

“I…I don’t know…” he turns to lay on his back. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

“I wanted to kiss more than your cheek today.” He turns back over to his side to face you again. “Is that wrong?”

Taehyung wanted to kiss you? Like, kiss you kiss you? You feel happy, yes. But do you feel your heart racing in excitement? You don’t know.

“Tae—”

“Even now, I still want to…kiss you…” his hand brushes against the skin of your cheek and you start to feel your heart beat just a little faster. Finally…

“But,” he pulls backs, “It’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Why would it be wrong?”

“Because…y/n…I have to tell you some—”

You quickly lean over to seal his lips with yours. Usually your kisses are short and sweet and tender but this time you use more force as you press your lips over his mouth, the kiss sloppy and heated. He instantly kisses you back with fervor, your tongue prodding its way into his mouth and he obliges in seconds, his tongue playing with yours. You moan into his mouth and Taehyungs hands are all over you, they travel into your hair, down your back, grabbing your hips and rubbing your ass.

“Tae…” you whine out

Taehyungs fingers play with the hem of your shorts and you push your hips into his.

“Please.” You beg for more.

“But wait—”

“Please.” You repeat.

Taehyung stares at you for several long moments, thinking of what to do…he wants to devour you, if he had to be honest. But is this right? But he…

Then his eyes go dark, his gaze piercing.

“I’m going to taste you.” He says in voice so deep you even question that its him.

Next thing you know your shorts are pulled down along with your panties and Taehyungs mouth is an inch away from devouring you.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans into your heat, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. And again and again. You quietly whimper into the pillow as his tongue fucks you.

“More Taehyung, more…” you moan, your hands gripping his hair.

Taehyung smirks up at you and inserts two fingers into your greedy cunt, he curls and scissors them inside you making you weep pathetically.

“That feel good sweetheart?”

Then he’s diving back in, his tongue assaulting your clit until you feel the buildup of your inevitable orgasm—you mean, it is Kim Taehyung.

He gives your clit one last good suck before you are reaching your high, pulling on his locks and moaning at a higher pitch. Fuck, that was good.

“You sound so fucking hot when you come…” Taehyung moves back up the bed as you lay there breathless. “Next time I want you coming on my—”

Taehyung stops himself from finishing that sentence. You watch as he groans into his hands, “I mean, if you want there to be a next time.”

“Of course I do, Tae.” You flip to your side and find his lips. You give him a long kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “How could I not?”

Taehyung savors your lips on his, he finds his hands in your hair again as he deepens it. He should feel like shit but somehow he feels…good. And he’s confused as hell for it.

~~~~~

The next morning comes by quickly, you are saying your goodbyes to the Kim’s with promises that you will return soon. And you secretly hope you do.

The drive back to Uni is a slow one, you and Taehyung listen to his playlist and chat every now and then while he holds your hand. You smile like an idiot the whole time.

Taehyungs phone is in your hand as you slide through the music options, you’re about to choose a song when he receives an incoming text.

Anna 10:08am

You think that will work, Taehyung? Try harder.

You slide the message up, trying to ignore it. You don’t want some stalker to ruin the good mood you’re in. But you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. And why hasn’t he blocked her? You don’t say anything to Taehyung, he is also in a good mood and you don’t want to ruin it. He’s humming the tune from the car speakers and lifts his hand that holds yours and kisses it.

Another hour passes and you and Taehyung are in front of your apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Taehyung questions sweetly.

“I’m sure!” you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and turn around to walk away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Taehyung chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips. Then another kiss and then another. “Now you can go.” He teases.

You break out in a wide grin, and tilt your head up to kiss him one last time.

You walk up the steps to your apartment, and walk towards your front door. What an amazing weekend, you think. You got to know Taehyung a lot better, you met his parents and you two shared an unforgettable night—at least for you. Oh no. Should you have returned the favor? Instead of worrying about it you decide it’s okay, he owes you after all. You chuckle to yourself as you unlock the front door.

You step inside your apartment with a an idiotic, dopey ass smile plastered on your face.

“What’s with you?” Jungkook asks from the living room couch.

“Oh nothing,” You sing, “Just had a really good weekend.”

“Oh? So I guess meeting his parents went well?” Jungkook stands to meet you at the entrance, he takes your bag for you and sets it down.

“That too.” You giggle.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, “I’m serious, what’s up with you?” he can’t help but smile. You look so happy.

“Nothing we just… we just…” you bite your lip, contemplating on what to tell Jungkook.

“You… just?” his smile begins to fade as realization hits him. Then his face hardens. “Did he fuck you?” Jungkook’s voice is lower than you have ever heard it.

“What?” you choke out.

“I asked if this asshole fucked you?”

“Okay, one: he’s not an asshole. Two: no, he did not fuck me.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes.

Telling Jungkook the truth will probably only upset him for some reason so you decide against it. You don’t need his negativity right now. Finally, fucking finally, Taehyung is crossing a line with you…on the side where friendship is beginning to become blurred and nothing makes you more excited. You have been waiting for this, you have spent so much time with him and and… you need this.

“Okay…” Jungkook leans down and picks up your bag and heads to your room. You watch as he swings the bedroom door open and set the bag inside.

“Wanna order some food?” he calls out, walking towards you again.

“Honestly we got up pretty early this morning so I think I’ll take a quick nap. But after? If you’re willing to wait a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Get some rest.” He smiles, jumping back on the couch and pressing play on whatever show he was watching.

Your bed is so unbelievably soft and warm that as soon as you sink in the sheets your eyes are already closing in exhaustion. But your mind stays awake…you think about the weekend you just had with Taehyung and all the progress you have made. You like him so much, you want nothing more than for him to feel the same way. At least you think you…anyway. You recall his lips kissing down your body, his tongue teasing your thighs, his hands gripping your hips.

Taehyungs dark eyes as he stares up from you is without a doubt one of the sexiest things you have had the pleasure of witnessing. Wait—why one of? Why can’t it be the sexiest thing you have ever seen? Then different images bombard your brain but you’re quick to throw them away. Only Taehyung lives in your mind rent free, god damn it. He ain’t gotta pay a penny.

You think about the light, teasing kisses he left on your neck…you think about his fingers and how they fucked you, god they felt so fucking good. You smile as you think about what else he could do for you…your lazy smile widens at the thought.

Your eyes are still closed and images of Taehyung run wild in your mind as you start to doze off. Yes, you can fall asleep with him in your thoughts. Your body feels heavier and heavier as sleep finally takes over, you welcome Taehyung in your dreams as well. At least you hope you dream of him.

The bed creaks beneath you as Jungkook guides you further up the mattress, his body hovering your own. His hands come to slide up your arms as you shiver under his touch.

“I’m giving you goosebumps.” He says while lightly stroking your arm, feeling each bump under his fingertips. “What else do I do to you?”

“So many things Jungkook…” you heavily breathe out, your chest is heaving at this point. The anticipation of his touch is driving you nuts.

“Need to find out.” He simply states, his head lowering down to the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and lowers himself between your spread legs.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do.

Jungkook’s slender fingers make their way skimming across your bare stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I want these off, is that okay?”

You only nod your head.

“Words y/n. When you’re with me you use your words okay baby?” His fingers begin lowering your panties down. “Lift yourself for me.” And you obey. Jungkook slides your panties down your legs and you’re left completely naked underneath him.

“God, I can just see how wet you are.” You immediately force your legs shut, feeling embarrassed at his words.

“Not uh, I don’t think so. You got this wet for me? I want to see it. Open for me, baby.” Very hesitantly you begin to move your legs apart, the blush on your face deepening.

The rest is almost a blur. You can recall his fingers spreading your folds, you whining for him to touch more of you. You can recall his mouth hovering your pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit. You can recall his fingers stretching you out and moaning out his name. It’s what came next that is very clear in your mind. Its him kissing your lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and his cock sliding between your folds. The desire you feel for him is very real and he can feel that.

“Please, Jungkook!” You gasp out, as he teases his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook slides his gorgeous cock into you inch by glorious inch. His cock twitching inside your pulsating pussy, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Jungkook slams his eyes shut, his teeth gritting in anticipation as he waits for you to give the ok. You only gasp for air as he bottoms out, his dick reaching places no one ever has before, you slowly nod your head giving him permission to fuck you into oblivion. He says he could, so you’ll believe him. .

Jungkook opens an eye to look at you carefully, your face contorted in pleasure showing him how you are indeed okay to go on. Jungkook’s hand massages your hips, his touch setting your skin on fire. He begins to slowly ease out of you until just the tip remains then he slams his hips into yours. His body falls forward and he lifts your head up with his free hand and brings you closer for a wild kiss. He grinds himself into you deliciously, his hips rocking back and forth causing you to moan out for him over and over.

“Please…please.” You pant, rolling your hips into his as you meet his desperate thrusts.

“Please what, princess?” he breathes out heavily, “Told you that when you’re with—” He begins fucking into you faster, “When you’re with me…to use your words.” His pace is bruising, causing you to choke on the air around you.

“Please, harder.” You manage to get out while gripping on to his wide shoulders, your finger nails digging into his soft skin.

Jungkook smirks down at you, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite describe.

“Harder?” he questions, his lips coming down to suck bruises into your neck. “Deeper too?” he bites a particular spot that makes you groan.

“Just—just need more of you…” you grab his hair by the handful and yank his head back and bring his face to yours. Your lips meeting his.

His tongue slips past your lips, tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts. His cock is buried so deep within you that you feel you are no longer a single person but now a person merged with another. You have never felt more connected.

Jungkook whines at the sight of you—your lips apart and eyes barely open. Your head is thrown back showing Jungkook all the pretty blooming bruises on your skin.

“So fucking pretty.” He grits out, eyes lit on fire.

You’re barely able to respond as he thrusts into you even harder, your tits bouncing with each movement.

“Gonna come soon…” he says between heavy breaths, his pace becoming sloppy.

“Gonna come inside me?” you cry out, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Need you to come with me baby”

You could of came from his cock alone, that you are sure of but when his fingers meet your sensitive clit, you are seeing stars. He’s rubbing messy circles, easily sliding around from how wet you are, his fingers getting drenched.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers bring you to orgasm.

You gasp out, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming he’s drawn from your body. “Fuuuuuucckk.” You whine, your orgasm leaving you breathless.

“I—I’m coming…” he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He fucks into you quickly before stilling his hips and shooting his cum deep within you, decorating your walls. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You aren’t much better, your breaths also harsh. You look to the nightstand to read the clock that says 4 AM. Fuck, what did you do?

You just fucked your best friend.

Panicked and out of breath, you sit up in bed. Sweat forming on your hairline and dribbling down the side of your face. Why? Why this dream of all dreams? Why this memory?

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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pool- l. laufeyson

pairings: loki laufesyon x reader, one mention of tony stark warnings: suggestiveness about: requested title “pool” with loki

the sun is not overbearing.

surprisingly enough, the long dreaded summer has not been as bad as you and loki expected. the moment the heat began to sneak into your room through the cracks of your door, you had practically packed suitcases full with your things, bags ready for you both to go off to asgard to escape the bright sun that would inevitably come and overwhelm loki and you. but you waited for the day that would bring a frustrated, overheated loki’s fingers threading through yours with your suitcases at his side, the tesseract at his hand already set to transfer you both to the pleasant cool of asgard.

the day never came, instead replaced by afternoons spent walking around the park or evening dinners eaten outside. today, you had even managed to convince loki to come with you to the pool, which he had only agreed to because you had promised you’d let him drag you off to wherever during the cold winter nights- which you usually refused due to your ironic sensibility to cold; everyone always said you were like yin and yang, you figured they didn’t want to see exactly how similar you, a healing creature, could be to loki, the being with “murderous” underlined thrice under his picture.

you were walking with him to the garden outside where the pool was; your hand in his, your pleasant warmth and his refreshing coolness mixing into your skin. the light cover up you had on tickled your legs, the tiny yellow flowers dotting it matching with loki. the god was wearing a loose shirt you had bought him as a joke but he loved anyway, decorated with small sunflowers and the top button undone to show the cream of his skin. you stole a glance at him as he pulled open the door for you, lips pushing up higher as you tug on the bottom of his shirt. “thank you, my love,” you say, walking out and inhaling the sweet scent of bloomed flowers. “the pool looks so nice,” you gasp, arm extending to point at it.

it really did, the pale blue water sparkled under the gentle sun and licked at the plants surrounding it, looking inviting as ever. loki’s hands snuck around your waist, pressing at your waist past the sheen cover up to press his natural cold to you. you hummed at him, welcoming the temperature before turning to him, his fingers now tracing shapes along your covered back.

“c’mon,” you start, your own fingers already toying with the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “let’s go in,” you wink, unwrapping his arms around you and pressing your fingertip against his shirt two times before reaching to take off your cover up.

loki’s eyes trace over your figure before grabbing your hand, “i am afraid i’m in need of assistance,” he says, eyes flitting from yours to his buttoned shirt. you laugh airily, undoing the buttons as you shake your head, “i thought simple midgardians could never assist gods,” you tease, your fingertips leaving swirls of warmth along his chest as you go closer to the last button.

“you are no simple midgardian,” loki muses, pulling your chin up to meet your eyes when you finish unbuttoning his shirt. “i better not be,” you smile, pressing your lips to his after a moment.

“now, come on!” you urge, tugging on him as you head for the pool. he obliges with a chuckle, letting you lead him into the cold water until it’s up to your chest. you shiver, pressing up against your boyfriend, “i hear ‘wading’ helps you warm up,” loki advises, “yeah?” you question, “i can think of another thing that can warm me up,” you grin, looping your arms around his neck.

“not in my pool!” stark screeches from somewhere, making you pull away from your god and sigh dramatically.

“i suppose we’ll have to stick to wading,” loki muses disappointedly.

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farlynthordens · 3 years ago

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SKB Volume 5 Summary

this is a summary of important points, including spoilers and new characters.

the plot of 5 is a direct continuation from 4, so you must read that first to understand what’s going on.

*Note that names of new charas and places haven’t been officially translated yet, so the way I write them may not end up being canon.

Milo and bisco are running around kaso, saving people and taking them to rescue helicopters. citizens are being evacuated as a towering, tsunami-like landmass approaches, swallowing anything in its path.

Bisco’s been turned into a child in the time between vol 4 and 5. his arrows also decreased in power because he’s physically smaller and weaker.

They stop the landmass's movement by making a wall of mushrooms. milo thinks this is a weapon the benibishi are using against humans - totsugeki-jima (lit. “head-on assault island”) - an island that can move and crash into other landmasses. it’s apparently been used many times throughout japan’s war history.

They use bisco’s goggles to inspect the island from a distance. it’s covered in snow, and they see sisi appear from within a blizzard. she now wears her father’s robe.

Milo and bisco climb the island’s cliffs. bisco nearly falls to his death, but is saved by a drone... being remote controlled by tirol, who is in imihama. she had been asked by pawoo to scout out kaso using her drone. she’s been watching things since around the point they defeated satahabaki.

Pawoo and tirol show the guys some satellite photos. this moving island is alive - it breathes, gives off body heat, has a pulse, everything. it’s swallowing up kyushu, and some prefectures are already gone. this island, once known as hokkaido, is actually a giant living creature that the benibishi can control.

Just as pawoo says that tirol will use the drone for remote air support as they go on their journey to stop sisi, a giant rock smashes the drone and they lose contact.

Bisco and milo reach the top of the island. sisi and her entourage approach them. when bisco tries to start a fight, satahabaki moves to protect sisi. his sakura are completely gone, replaced with camellias. he’s now a zombie under sisi’s control.

Satahabaki punches the ground, and the resulting cracks split open into ravines. bisco tries running after the benibishi group, but falls into one of the ravines as he doesn’t have enough power to jump across like he normally would. milo jumps in to save him.

Flashback to shortly after the end of vol 4: bisco and sisi are fighting to the death in rokudou prison. sisi appears to get the upper hand, cornering bisco and using her “lion camellia” ability on him. this is the ability we saw before, that causes others to fall under a spell and become bloodthirsty.

Sisi explains that the lion camellia ability causes people’s mental state to regress, turning them into slaves who will fight for her. bisco doesn’t move for a while, but when he reappears... he’s a child. sisi’s ability couldn’t overtake him mentally (because of his insane willpower), so it instead caused him to regress physically.

Sisi is unbothered by this, saying she still won since bisco is now too weak to do anything. she loses interest in fighting him and leaves.

Unrelated, but she also named her vine sword ability: shishi-kouken, “lion’s crimson blade”.

Back to the present: bisco wakes up milo, who passed out when they hit the ground. they’re in pitch blackness at the bottom of the ravine. when milo wakes up, he’s a little out of it: “Oh... Bisco. Thank God, both of us went to hell together after all- OWW!” Bisco pinched Milo’s nose with strength that probably shouldn’t be possible for a child, and it seemed to quickly bring him to his senses again.

Bisco uses glowshrooms to light up the area (making a return from way back in vol 1!). milo watches him and thinks he looks very cute, but doesn’t say anything out of fear of being pinched again.

They realize they’re inside the island creature’s mouth. milo reasons the best thing to do is go further in and see if they can kill it before going back to hunting sisi. he explains his logic with the saying, “if you want to shoot the general, first shoot their horse”. bisco doesn’t get it, as mushroom keepers would shoot the general first.

Milo has too much fun examining the creature’s insides, but bisco is weirded out by the whole situation. milo says bisco has no sense of adventure. he thinks the creature is similar to a silver snail or a hokkaido sea slug, and draws up a labelled diagram of its body. bisco is able to more or less read the kanji on it.

They find a little girl getting attacked by the creature’s antibodies. She’s extremely pale with blonde hair, and wearing layers of fur/leather. her name is Chayka and she uses Sakhalin words in her speech. she seems to be of native Sakhalin descent, but lives in hokkaido. she’s the daughter of someone called Kubla Khan, aka “hand of ghostly hail” (reibyou no te).

Bisco notes that she seems to be from a wealthy family based on how she’s dressed and talks.

Chayka has a small injury that vines and camellias are spreading from. She says her father can dispel sisi’s curse, and her hometown is somewhere INSIDE the creature.

Since chayka’s people live in this creature, they’ve named the different regions of its body like they’re towns, etc. the names are pseudo-russian and pretty much all end in -ka or -ko, like hatika (the heart), bladiko (blood vessels).

The trio is accidentally expelled from the creature and end up outside. the snowy landscape is covered in a layer of flowers as far as the eye can see - sisi’s flower garden. the roots of the flowers are dug into the creature, sucking the life out of it.

The only reason “hokkaido” is consuming kyushu is to regain the energy its losing to the flowers. the benibishi are spreading their flowers over the creature and using its life force to strengthen themselves.

They get back inside via an airhole. chayka directs them to a rail system built on the creature’s spine that her people use to quickly get around, and they climb in one of the railcars. milo realizes that her people and the creature have a symbiotic relationship - the people take care of its body, and the creature provides them shelter and can adapt to fit what the people need.

Chayka is essentially the shaman of hokkaido, and can communicate directly with the creature. the benibishi’s flowers and vines have overtaken it, though, and she can no longer speak to it.

They fall into its stomach and are attacked by little creatures that can melt flesh and bone. bisco and milo are swarmed with no way out as they try to protect an unconscious chayka, who is rapidly becoming ill because of her injury: “Is it time to finally give up? What a shitty way for the 3-time saviors of Japan to die!” Bisco remarked. “Well, that’s life. But I don’t really care how we die, as long as we’re together!” Milo replied. The two stopped firing their arrows, standing back-to-back as they wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Strangely, they laughed as they looked at the oncoming assault. “Alright then, let’s use our bodies as seedbeds and create a wall of mushrooms so we can at least protect Chayka.” “Got it, Bisco!” They turned inward and formed a diamond shape around her ... and looked into each other’s eyes. “....Milo! Since we’re gonna die, I figured I’d tell you....!” “What??” “I..... I’m glad I met you, and...! Wait, what is that...?” “Come on, you’re glad we met, and what?! Don’t leave out the most important part! Say it, quickly!”

To milo’s chagrin, bisco stops his thought there as amli barrels in and blasts the creatures out of the way.

A: “the first teaching of kusabiraism is: if you see others in trouble, resolve the situation peacefully. the second teaching is..... if words ain’t workin’, blast ‘em to high hell!!!!! .. or so it goes.” [the latter part is said in bisco’s speech style]

Shimane prefecture had also been swallowed by the creature on its way to kyushu, so many people from izumo are trapped inside. amli sensed milo and bisco’s presence and came to find them. amli helps reduce chayka’s fever by using her absorption ability to pull excess heat from chayka’s body, and it slows the spread of the vines.

They split up: milo takes chayka to somewhere less warm to prevent her fever from spiking again, and amli takes bisco to help the other izumo people.

When chayka wakes up and is feeling better, she helps distribute food to the tired izumo priests (raskeni is also with them). she reveals an ability to create fluffy pink spheres that can be eaten as food. it seems like the flavor isn’t always the same for everyone.

Chayka brings bisco, milo and amli back to her village. It turns out her people are mushroom keepers from the north.

They meet kubla kahn. he’s a large man with a beard who emits white spores. he touches chayka’s shoulder injury, and the vines/flowers destroying her body turn into white petals and disappear.

Kubla kahn is old and nearly blind, but is clearly an ex-warrior based on how shredded he is. he seems to be an easygoing guy. he has such a thick northern accent that the trio can barely understand him.

Kubla kahn is a local hero because in the past, he defended hokkaido from assassins that were sent by king housen. housen did this as a “safety net” while negotiating with the hokkaido people for benibishi to be able to live there. it seems housen wasn’t into doing things as peacefully as he claimed back when he was alive.

Kubla kahn is very worried about sisi’s powers because she’s a much bigger threat than the assassins of the past. she could destroy all of hokkaido, and the people and benibishi on it.

Kubla kahn’s ability (the white reibyou spores) was passed on to him when he was the island’s shaman. it purifies the effects of flowers, rust, or any other bizarrely evolved abilities. they say its born from the power of the “mushroom spirits” that exist on hokkaido.

Unfortunately, kubla kahn can’t dispel bisco’s curse because the rust eater spores in his body destroy the reibyou spores. the northerners refer to rust eaters as “sunlight”, and rust eaters are the opposing counterpart to reibyou.

The village is attacked by satahabaki and a group of benibishi fighters. kubla kahn and chayka run away as bisco holds off any pursuers, while milo and amli fight satahabaki since they can use mantras to damage him.

Just as kubla kahn is about to get into an escape hatch, gopis and mepaosha show up. bisco makes fun of them for how low they’ve fallen to willingly become sisi’s dogs. they likely were brainwashed though, judging by the vines and flowers growing on their bodies.

Bisco is heavily injured trying to protect the others from being whipped. chayka has a Cool Moment where she tries to be brave and save her father. bisco says she should quit being a shaman and try being a warrior instead.

Milo and amli join them after gopis and mepaosha are defeated. they inform everyone that the village is basically destroyed, and it took all they had to cast a spell on satahabaki to temporarily freeze him in place.

Satahabaki comes to collect gopis and mepaosha; they no longer need to kill kubla kahn now that the reibyou guiding stone was found, which leads the way to the reibyou hive.

The reibyou hive is a special organ only the hokkaido creature has. it contains a giant reibyou mushroom, which provides the creature’s main energy source. milo is once again weirdly excited, being the first (non-hokkaido) person to learn about this new type of organ. it glows with a blindingly bright white light, so it takes them a moment to realize the surface of the mushroom is covered in thorny camellias.

To save the reibyou, they’ll have to simultaneously destroy the camellias growing directly on the mushroom AND the ones growing up on the surface - if they don’t, they risk having the flowers grow back. they split up again to get this done (milo and chayka stay in the reibyou hive while amli and bisco go to the surface).

When milo uses mantas to destroy the flowers, vines begin whipping around and attacking. he protects chayka as she runs up to the reibyou and connects with it spiritually, asking hokkaido for its help. antibody cells then pour into the hive and begin eating the vines, saving the 2 of them.

Growing out of hokkaido’s back, directly above the location of the reibyou hive, is a giant mushroom mountain aptly named... reibyou mountain. sisi and satahabaki are there amid the still-raging blizzard, and he tells her to grow her flowers upon the mountain. if she does, she’ll gain powers that will far surpass that of humans and she can spread that power to other benibishi via the flower’s pollen.

She pierces the mountain with her vine sword, and a 100m tall vine as wide as a building sprouts from it. a giant camellia blossom is at the top, waiting to bloom and spread its pollen. just as she’s about to stab the vine tower and inject it with the power it needs to bloom, bisco shows up and blocks sisi’s blade.

Despite sisi looking down on humans, wanting to subjugate them, and (seemingly) hating bisco enough to try and kill him, she still refers to him as “big brother” in her mind.

Amli imbues an arrow with cursed rust energy. she tells bisco shoot the giant camellia with it to kill it. she remains on the ground to fight against sisi, since as a mantra user she stands a better chance.

Despite rust/mantras being superior to flowers, amli doesn’t seem to be powerful enough to defeat sisi on her own. she struggles to keep up with parrying sisi’s sword using her own rust spear. sisi offers to spare amli’s life in return for her sworn loyalty and making her a retainer, because having someone who knows how to use mantras would be useful.

Satahabaki chases bisco as he climbs up the vine tower. bisco manages to beat him back. he reaches the flower and makes his way inside the closed petals. as he goes toward the center, the pollen becomes heavy in the air and sticks to him. he can hear sisi’s thoughts trying to brainwash him - “stand down”, “do not attack”, “kneel before me, human”, etc

Bisco shoots the cursed rust arrow and is subsequently launched out of the flower by the force of the mushroom growth and the flower trying to expel all the foreign objects. as he plummets to the ground, he realizes he doesn’t feel amli’s presence anymore.

Amli is heavily injured, barely having the strength to wield her spear. as sisi delivers a finishing blow, amli puts up a barrier and catches the blade in it, but it’s clear it won’t hold. amli realizes that as things are now, she’ll die having accomplished nothing. she decides to put her life on the line and begins chanting one last mantra, as sisi’s vines slowly tear the barrier apart.

When the barrier is broken, the priestess stops the blade with one hand. we learn that the mantra amli just used.... was a forbidden technique that allowed kelshinha’s spirit to take control of her body.

Sisi realizes amli has become much stronger, and backs off in defense. kelshinha seems to know right away who sisi is (I’m guessing he can see amli’s memories): K: “Lowly cur. If you do not know who I am, then I shall tell you... I am the rust god, Kelshinha. With this divine spear, I will deliver heaven’s wrath unto the conceited king of decaying flowers!”

Kelshinha’s spear abilities are far better than amli’s. he’s even able to hit sisi a few times and seems to get the upper hand. however, sisi uses her father’s housenka ability to power up her sword and it becomes enough that kelshinha can’t withstand more than 2 hits. amli’s spear breaks and her body is cut by sisi’s sword. she goes flying and camellias grow all over her.

Sisi rushes in to deliver a final blow (again), but suddenly coughs up blood. with the broken spear, kelshinha just barely deflected her sword and stabbed sisi through the arm. the camellias growing on amli’s body were merely illusions he created from rust. kelshinha kicks sisi away, then stalks up to her as he plans to steal her organs to add to his own power (remember how that was His Thing?)

Bisco arrives, shooting amli with multiple rust eater arrows til kelshinha’s soul is driven out. luckily he’s nice enough to give her first aid afterward. he’s thankful for his child body, because he may have killed amli if he had shot her with his usual full strength. amli is very surprised to be alive, because the possession spell is something that normally can’t be undone.

Just as they’re about to go regroup with milo, sisi tries one last ditch attempt to kill bisco, sending out a sharp vine toward him. amli jumps in front and is stabbed by the vine. amli kicks bisco into a hole and then seals it behind him, leaving her alone on the surface with sisi. amli smiles before passing out, knowing she helped save bisco.

Sisi looks at her with contempt, but doesn’t kill her. amli’s stab wound disappears as sisi’s regenerative powers heal it.

Sisi laments her defeat. she suddenly hears a voice inside her head... coming from her own camellia? it tells her that this isn’t the end - all she has to do is steal amli’s rust powers. by doing so, sisi’s flowers will no longer be weak to rust, and she’ll reach her peak shinka ability.

She’s hesitant. the flower’s voice pressures her, saying “Didn’t you throw everything you had away in search of this ultimate power? your modest yet happy life, the peaceful path to the throne, even your feelings for your dearly beloved father.” Without sisi doing anything, the flower uses her vines to grab amli and bring her closer.

The flower says they must kiss to forge their connection so sisi can gain her power. sure, sounds legit. sisi hesitates again, so the flower forcibly moves her body. amli wakes up during the kiss, trying to struggle out of the vines as her powers transfer into sisi. suddenly unable to control the power welling inside of her, sisi pushes amli away and writhes in pain as she’s “reborn” ......

After being knocked off the vine tower earlier, satahabaki apparently fell all the way down through to the reibyou hive. milo and chayka remove the vines from him and he comes back to his senses. he says he’ll never forget the debt he owes milo for saving his life.

Bisco comes crashing in from above and milo catches him. bisco tells the others that amli was captured, and satahabaki confirms this by saying that in the moment before he lost connection to sisi (via the vines/mind control), he felt her gain immense rust powers. he says they only have a chance at defeating her if they can destroy her physical body before she unleashes something called “the heaven’s flower.”

The only thing left that could destroy the flowers is the reibyou. chayka gained its powers when she connected to the reibyou hive earlier, but neither she nor kubla kahn can purify sisi. however, according to her peoples’ legends, a shaman who possesses both the power of rust eaters and reibyou (the power of the sun and moon) can chase away any evil.

To make bisco a shaman and pass the reibyou’s power to him, chayka must take him to hokkaido’s womb.... to be reborn in a spiritual and literal sense. just as the squad is about to leave, vines pierce the room as sisi is back on the move.

Satahabaki and milo decide to stay behind as the first line of defense. milo tells bisco to protect chayka from any attacks, because it’s imperative they stay alive to carry out this mission: All words of disagreement Bisco had were washed away as he looked into Milo’s eyes, which shone like stars. ... “Can you do this, Milo? Think you can hold out til I’m back?” “Hm, I dunno. Maybe if a certain partner of mine gave me some heartfelt encouragement, I’d feel motivated to give it my all...?” he teased. Bisco’s tiny body lept onto a very surprised Milo, wrapping his arms around Milo’s neck and pulling his head against his chest. “Milo, you’re the star that shines the brightest amid the dark of the night. You’re so strong. I know you’d never lose, no matter who you’re up against...” “B... Bisco...!” [they’re both quiet for a moment] “You get it now?” “...” “Hey, I asked you a fuckin’ question!” “Oh, uh, yeah!” “Good!” After saying all that, Bisco jumped off of Milo and rushed over to Chayka, who was for some reason completely red in the face. “I feel like I should be mad after seeing that display, but I just cannot bring myself to feel so,” she muttered ... As he watched Bisco and Chayka run off, Milo was frozen in place for a while - a dumbfounded* look on his face. Suddenly, one of Sisi’s vines struck down behind him, but Satahabaki blocked it with his arm. “Where has your focus gone*, Nekoyanagi!” ... Satahabaki shouted. “I- I’m sorry! It’s just been a while since-” “I do not care as to what has ‘been a while,’ but...”

Satahabaki sees that milo is out of it, and questions if he’s ready to fight: M: “I’m ready. I’m the star that shines the brightest in the darkness. No matter how strong Sisi is now, I’ll be victorious in the end.” S: “Where does this boundless confidence come from...?” M: “I don’t have any confidence, really. But since that’s what Bisco believes, it’s what I’ll become.”

Satahabaki and milo go to the surface. they see a massive flower floating in the sky, casting a shadow over the island. its petals flap like wings, causing strong gusts of wind, and giant, spear-like vines shoot out of it. sisi and amli, both unconscious, are in the center of the flower.

The vines that strike the ground glow and pulsate, sucking up energy from hokkaido. if the heaven’s flower gains enough energy to bloom, hokkaido will die and all lifeforms across japan will be put under sisi’s spell from the resulting spread of pollen.

Sisi wakes up, incredibly confused and horrified by what’s happened to her. the camellia’s voice informs her that she’s now become a benibishi god. by gaining the power of rust, she’s achieved the ultimate shinka ability. she can now absorb any lifeform and turn it into an energy source to make herself stronger.

Against her will, the vines grab other benibishi and begin absorbing them. they scream in terror, and sisi begs for them to be released. she wants to save her people, but can’t control what’s happening. watching and feeling the benibishi die makes her so sick she tries to vomit.

“If you’re my flower, then you must listen to me! Release me at once, or just fucking kill me!” Sisi demanded. “You think you’re above me...?” The camellia’s voice turned cold. “I am a camellia, the flower of control. I am not your flower - you are MY host. you are a mere flower pot; a slave to MY will ... that’s all you benibishi are to us. ... We need blood and destruction to grow. I worked so hard to turn you into our new god of war.” From listening to it’s haunting words, a sharp chill ran up Sisi’s spine and she was drenched in sweat. “Your will and mine have long since become one... Was is really you who doggedly chased after the throne, despite being a woman? Was it you who wanted peerless power? Who cut off the head of your precious, beloved father? How much of you was really you, and how much was me?” Sisi’s face went pale and her body felt cold. “No, no, you lie! It’s all lies! I’ve chosen this path for myself! I’d never be controlled by you, never--!” she screamed in a frenzy.

Sisi begins losing consciousness again. she thinks of bisco as the camellia tells her to go to sleep. she’s woken up by milo screaming her name, and she calls out to him, asking him to save her.

The camellia makes a creepy comment about how pretty milo is, and how it would love to plant daffodils in his body and use him to play dress-up.

The petals close around sisi and amli, and dozens of crimson blades shoot out at milo. satahabaki jumps in to protect him, and tells him they need to run away and form a different plan.

Suddenly, actagawa comes flying in from above (with tirol riding on top). actagawa has jet booster attachments on its back, which tirol installed. milo asks if tirol came to save them, and tirol says “I wouldn’t have showed up if I knew you were fighting a monster like this!” milo takes the reins and prepares to stall for time until bisco and chayka return.

Bisco and chayka reach their destination and communicate with the creature. the rust eater cells in bisco’s body react to the reibyou, causing him to randomly grow mushrooms on his body. he begs it to give him the power he needs, saying that he’ll willingly give up an eye or an arm in exchange if it means he can save milo.

Bisco goes unconscious as they’re sucked into a storm of reibyou spores. He has a dream about his own birth, hearing his parents’ voices discussing what to name him. when he wakes up, he’s inside the womb with the creature’s other children. he grabs on to one, and his body is overwhelmed by the mixing of power from the rust eater and reibyou. however, his body finally turns back normal!

Back on the surface, plants are withering away as the heaven’s flower continues absorbing energy. its petals are gradually turning redder - when it becomes fully crimson, it will bloom.

Actagawa smashes through the flower’s petals, revealing sisi. she’s been taken over by the camellia, and is only able to control her own body for the briefest of moments. she summons a massive vine sword and knocks them all away with incredible strength, and they crash into the ground. tirol passes out from the impact, and milo is practically half-dead.

An even larger vine sword grows out of the heaven’s flower. it looks big enough to split the island in half. milo is about to cast a powerful mantra and sacrifice himself to save everyone, when bisco suddenly bursts out from underground.

Bisco uses his new reibyou powers to punch the giant sword. it falls to pieces, turning into white petals. A sword fragment nearly falls on top of milo and tirol, but bisco catches it and saves them. The sight of him makes milo speechless, captivated.** bisco’s entire body glows with a white light, and he’s covered in some silver tattoo-like pattern.

The 2 of them take off toward the heaven’s flower (they left tirol on the ground because she passed out again lol). when sisi sees bisco coming, she talks proudly to the camellia: “My brother is here...! / He’ll never let things go your way! / He’ll definitely put an end to-” Her words were cut off as she screamed in pain. “Quit fucking blabbing already, you dried-up weed...”

They blast their way inside the flower. It’s dark and full of pollen, making it hard to see. the camellia talks to them, but they don’t see sisi anywhere. as the petals close in and multiple vine swords block the way, milo notices a spot that is heavily guarded, seeming to lead somewhere further in. he tells bisco to go that way and find sisi; he’ll stay here to hold off the camellia’s attacks.

Bisco is quiet for a moment after hearing that, turning to face milo: “Bisco, you’re the compass for my life. When I’m faltering in the dark pits of despair, you always help me find the light,” Milo whispered. His voice was gentle - full of both resolve and tenderness. “You have to take Sisi out of here... just like how you stole me away from Imihama that day...” *** Bisco pursed his lips, unable to give any rebuttal. Instead, he roughly grabbed Milo and pulled him into a tight hug. Milo gladly let him.

The camellia is both confused and fed up by this lovey-dovey shit, and attacks with the many swords that have been on standby. They’re both PISSED about their hug being interrupted. I swear to fucking god this happened.

Milo uses mantras to summon his emerald cubes. he uses the cubes to scoop some reibyou spores off of bisco and they fuse together. he forms the new cubes into a shining white, iron pole (like what pawoo uses) and wards off the vine swords with it as bisco escapes.

Bisco finds sisi in a small room in the center of the flower. he tells sisi that he’s come to save her, but she just can’t accept it. he then pretty much lets himself get beat up. sisi says she can summon 100 vine blades, and he counts down every time she strikes him with new one - waiting for her energy to run out.

As they cross blades, sisi’s emotions overflow. she cries that everything is bisco’s fault - he lit a fire in her, awakened her powers, and now she ended up like this. after killing her father and her people, having stained her hands with so much blood and violence, what’s left of her to save? is there any part of her worth redeeming? when she realizes tears are falling from her eyes, she slumps to the floor.

Bisco says sisi is worth saving. what does it matter if her powers are born from anger? that’s who she is. that’s just how life is - like how in nature, some plants are born poisonous. he tells her she can bloom again - this time, in the light.

The camellia possesses her again and holds a vine blade to her own throat. bisco moves in to attack and is stabbed in the heart. the camellia boasts triumphantly, until it realizes the blood dripping down its blade is full of reibyou spores that are purifying it. it tries to pull the blade out, but bisco holds it in place.

The camellia retracts its vines and removes itself from sisi’s head, plopping onto the ground and burrowing into the heaven’s flower to escape.

Sisi, now free, looks at bisco. he tells her he’s so proud of her for all she’s done, which was the affirmation she needed all this time. they hug and she cries into his arms for a while, letting out whatever else she had been holding in.

Milo joins them, carrying amli who’s finally awake. she’s in a bad mood, made worse when bisco comments “Oh right, you were here too!”

The 4 escape the flower and fall through the air until actagawa catches them. milo and bisco place the girls into a luggage pouch because there’s only 2 actual seats LMAO. the boys are covered in blood, so they take a moment to help clean each other off. they’re brought back to reality when they hear satahabaki calling out to them from below.

Milo and amli combine their powers to form the mantra bow (they really like using this technique, it’s come up at least once in every volume since 2). Bisco pulls sisi out of the luggage pouch, saying they’re going to fire the final shot together.

As strength and motivation well up inside of her, a new camellia blooms in her hair. They take aim, and sisi asks: “What is that thing?” “Just a big-ass flower. To me, at least. What is it for you?” “...My past. A half of me.” “I see. Can you kill it?” “I can... I’ll destroy the part of me that was filled with hatred. Just please, lend me your power.”

The arrow shoots through the air like a silver beam of moonlight, striking the heaven’s flower and making it disintegrate into white petals. it rains down onto hokkaido like snow, purifying the entire island and freeing the creature from the flower’s roots.

Milo throws his arms around bisco in celebration, knocking him off balance and nearly causing them both to fall off actagawa.

Sisi goes back to join amli in the luggage pouch, not wanting to see any more. she looks at amli and touches the injuries on the priestess’s arms, seeming full of regret for hurting her. for reasons even she herself doesn’t understand, amli hugs sisi. sisi is also surprised, but becomes calm as she hugs amli back. amli’s face goes red and she feels like she can’t move.

Chayka joins them on the surface. she jumps onto milo for a hug and he spins her around. when bisco arrives, she’s at a loss for words seeing him in his normal form. to say thanks for saving her home, chayka gives him a hug as well, and a kiss on the cheek (which makes her more embarrassed than it does bisco).

Sisi stands alone, looking at the mushroom keepers and benibishi helping each other. she thinks of how this is what she wanted this entire time. how much easier could it have been to achieve this if she hadn’t used violence?

Bisco goes to check on sisi. she asks bisco to use the reibyou to remove her camellias once and for all - she’ll never be able to use shinka powers, but she’ll no longer have to worry about the flower growing back and taking control of her again.

Just as bisco is about to do the thing, mepaosha of all people shows up. she uses her whip made of vines to rip the flower off sisi’s head... and eats it. everyone freaks out, because now sisi is powerless and mepaosha will gain her abilities.

Mepaosha removes her glasses and switches them out for sunglasses, and starts making references to movies and manga as she laments how shitty her life has been in the time she waited to meet bisco and milo again. they realize that her real identity is... kurokawa.

Sisi attacks kurokawa, but she gets shot. like with a gun. when kurokawa gives a command, rose-like flowers spread from sisi’s wounds. these are kurokawa’s new special ability: rust flowers.

When they look into the sky, there are hordes of escargot planes flying overhead and men in bunny masks descending from them. The planes open fire onto the island. the northern mushroom keepers try firing arrows at the planes, but the mushrooms can’t latch on (like what happened in vol 1).

The bunny mask-men form a barrier around kurokawa, guns pointed at bisco and co. To close out the volume, kurokawa says to them: “When I saw you last, you crushed my throat, so I couldn’t properly say ‘I’ll be back.’” One of her lackeys passed her a trench coat and trilby, which she then donned. “But now it’s more apt to say ‘I’m back,’ yeah?”

Other notes:

Milo is very protective of little!bisco. he’s always scooping bisco up to carry him away from danger, or trying to do things that he believes bisco can no longer do himself now that he’s tiny, and bisco REALLY hates being doted on.

According to Lore from mainland japan: hokkaido became uninhabitable due to the rust-animals there being extremely vicious, and anyone who went to hokkaido never lived to return.

Bisco learning to read is honestly my favorite subplot. he went from being basically illiterate to understanding hiragana/simple kanji (well enough to read children’s manga) and now he knows more complex kanji. i am so proud of him.

One of the illustrations for this volume is milo’s diagram of the creature. milo has very neat and rounded handwriting.

Chayka is quick to get angry or cry.

Despite bisco being around her age in his child form, chayka has a clear preference for being with milo. he’s much nicer to her, and she seems to like being doted on.

Bisco is getting sick of milo’s “I went to school” line that he keeps pulling out to cover for his unfounded confidence.

Chayka and amli get along pretty well, which is cute but unsurprising since they’re both Distinguished Young Noble LadiesTM with refined speech.

*The word I translated as “dumbfounded/losing focus” in the hug scene was 惚ける (houkeru) which means “to go stupid/feel out of the moment”. There are multiple kanji you can use interchangeably for this word, but they picked the one that’s also used in words like “to be lovestruck.” Interesting.

**Once again a return of that same 惚 kanji. the word used was 見惚れる (mitoreru), but this word is a lot more common.

***The word Milo uses is in the second hug scene is 攫う (sarau), which can mean “to be taken away”.... or “to take all for oneself.” gay? very.

The sisi/amli kiss very much was forced since the camellia made them do it, but that’s honestly not much different than all the kisses bisco had forced on him throughout the series (which is sad but the truth). I was glad they got along at the end tho, and maybe amli’s developed a crush? 😳

#sabikui bisco #akaboshi bisco #nekoyanagi milo #sbkb summary series #rust eater bisco

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afterglow

➳ summary: You, too, lived in a colorless world, trying to connect with it. How long would you have to wait for that one to brighten it up and let you see the real world?

❥ pairing: wonwoo x female reader

❥ genre: angst, fluff, kinda soulmate au.....?

❥ word count: 7k (sorry, mans is my bias and I had to ;)

❥ warning: mentions of death.

➳ part of the song series

↳ Imagine a world like that,

We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest

Love how my face fits so good in your neck

You had a twin brother who was everything to you. Everything was always you two, from the endless amounts of laughter to the sneaky efforts to take Christmas cookies early in the morning.

With him, everything seems to be so colorful; in your lifetime, everyone was given a companion who may be a friend, sibling, or lover. It was simply something that you treasured. As a result, the alternatives were numerous.

You had no idea how much his life meant to you. He was your second half, and now you'd been split in half, with one gone and the other remaining.

Months passed, and your relationship with him became increasingly dimmer and dimmer. The brilliant hues faded in and out, with black and white patches becoming more prominent.

That awful day, unfortunately, was the last time you saw color. His light had faded from the world, and all that was left was black and white.

With him gone, your entire life seemed pointless, even your day-to-day existence. No splash of color to brighten things up.

“Y/N, I'll never forget you, big sister. Thank you for the enjoyable and considerate memories, and don't let this stunt your growth, please do that for me. As the beeper went off, he began to cough incessantly.

“Helpppp anyone.” As your parents draw you back into their arms, you hear many doctors rush into the room.

There was nothing they could do; his hue had vanished from this world. When you opened your tear-streaked eyes and examined your hands, you noticed that the formerly vivid cream palms had turned gray.

As if all colors were abruptly bleached out of the world, revealing a universe of whiteness—the rainbow, flowers, trees, and art, everything freshly bleached and pearled. The last vestige of color had vanished from your life, and you had been broken since then, heartbroken over the loss of your dearest friend.

“Y/n, hey you're good, we could use your help.” As you glanced to the side, you noticed that one of your employees had just spilled some water from the mop bucket.

As you approach their side, you assist them in mopping up the mess while sweeping aimlessly across the floor, making sure to get every spot. Due to your new life of no color it reflected on your life emotionally.

As the days passed, you became increasingly depressed and unmotivated. There wasn't a single day when you didn't feel mopey or lonely. It wasn't like anyone could help me; it was just the challenge of living a life without color.

Although you sincerely desired to overcome this phase of your life and simply find the right person to fill that void, life did not work in your favor at the time. Everyone around you seemed to be looking for or had already found their "person."

All you wanted was to find the person who could restore your hope and love, which had been taken away when your brother died. Your parents did everything they could to assist you, including setting you up on strange and ineffective dates that just added to your unhappiness.

Nobody could replace that color that your brother provided for you, or maybe someone could?

"I'm off," you remarked as you pulled off your apron and clocked out in the back. As you stepped out the door, you heard a flurry of goodbyes before closing it behind you.

The world never shifted when the clock struck five.

As you strolled down the crowded streets, the sky before and above you remained grey, never letting up that cloak of shade. A melodious music gradually pours into your ears as you go down the bustling sidewalk.

You follow the dazzling yet tranquil sound of the guitar aimlessly as you imagine music notes flying through the fall air. You cautiously open your tired eyes and spot the crowd to figure out where these tunes are coming from.

Looking up, you spotted a swarm encircling a male, but you couldn't tell who it was. However, it was the music that drew you in; you'd heard that melody before. Even if you weren't musically inclined, you could hear that tune anywhere.

It was his, the one he wrote for you.

You dashed outside to see your brother strumming a tune on the grass with his guitar. Your brother possessed a talent for music. It is a condition that many people are born with, and you were fortunate that your brother was one of them.

He didn't go a day without making up or humming something he'd learned. It was frustrating to hear it every day, but it was still lovely to witness his enthusiasm for it.

“Hey, what are you cooking up this time?” As he began to strum the guitar, he turned around and grinned at you. You couldn't understand what he was mumbling, but it sounded lovely as his fingers casually slid across the strings.

“I don't have the lyrics yet, but I'm sure they'll come. You laughed and nudged his shoulder.

“Just don’t go play at 3 in the morning. Okay?”

“It's not my fault that's typically when the inspiration comes,” he grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

As you raced away from him, you swiftly took his guitar, saying, "Well, I guess that inspiration will have to wait." He leapt from his seat and dashed towards you, yelling your name.

You had no idea that would be his final song; you regret not listening to the finished product; you never knew if he finished it. However, when you got closer to the enticing sound, you observed a young man strumming a guitar, and your ears perked up.

A slender man with long fingers and a quirky side smile, perhaps a musician, delicately touched a golden acoustic guitar, playing her ever so elegantly. You stand there, enthralled by the song, as his hands strum and tug the steel strings of the guitar. You take a cautious step closer to him in order to get a better look.

Allowing the music to take control of your body, you take a deep breath and allow an ounce of hope to creep in. From miles away, the formerly lovely and alive girl could be seen racing to you as you opened your arms to her.

You tried desperately to reach her before she vanished into thin air. The glint had disappeared. As you slowly open your eyes, you notice the man stop playing and gazes up at the audience.

As a smile crept across your face, the edges of your lips began to curl up. You'd forgotten what a smile looked like; you hadn't seen one in a long time, and it just felt natural. Even though he was gone, you could sense his presence. As you began to back away from the mob, tears began to flow freely from your eyes.

As you faded from his view and moved away from the crowd, the boy cast a peek at you. You swear you saw a glimpse of color rushing through your orbs, even if it was just for a split second. You couldn't tell if this was a joke or a new experience for you because you were more terrified than excited.

Could you trust that vision? Would they leave your life like he once did or would they stay? (IT)

Although you wanted to stay and figure it out you had somewhere to be and you didn’t want anyone to waste that special time.

(1 hour later)

Opening the rusted gate and looking at the wrought iron fences sends shivers down your spine as you are whisked back to that tragic day.

As you headed towards the pit, a crack formed in your heart. As they lowered his casket into the black abyss, the steady steps of feet carried it there. Countless shadowy figures form a procession, speaking in unison to pay their respects to the one you cherish. Your inner essence is corrupted by despair, and your heart bleeds like a river inside. Nothing could ever make you feel better.

As they began to fill the hole with dirt, tears welled up in your eyes, prompting you to lower your head. He didn't want you to be sad; he knew his time was coming to an end, yet he felt so safe in his final days.

He wasn't going to abandon you; he'd promised you that he'd left you something to aid you along the path. Even if that were the case, you never discovered it after four years. You rummaged through his room and tore it apart.

You quickly recognized that he was either joking or that the drug had taken effect in his brain and he was talking gibberish. In any case, you made a pledge to visit his grave every day from that day forward to keep him company and to keep yourself sane.

---

Clutching onto your bag, the leaves crunched beneath your feet as you peered about. You see specks of people strewn throughout the cemetery as you hear some speak in low whispers. It didn't take you long to find his gravestone.

You noticed the dead flowers drooping over as you took them out of their vase beside the tomb. Replacing them always brought joy to your heart as the sight of a fresh bouquet of flowers brightened the somber ambiance, which contrasted with the mold-infested tomb.

Taking out your cleaning supplies and speaker, you start working on his tomb while listening to his favorite music. As you hummed along with the song, your soft-bristle brush softly scrubbed the headstone in an orbital motion from bottom to top, carefully avoiding the fissures.

As you finished the soap, you began to rinse the stone as dirt and debris began to fall off the tomb. Although you couldn't determine if everything was off, you could plainly see the phrases and symbols, which was a good hint to stop cleaning everything off.

You wanted to do more for him and not leave any dirt on the surface. But because everything was gray, you couldn't tell, which made you sulk as you put down your brush. As you check the clock on your phone, you exhale a sigh of relief.

7:23p.m

Looking around, you noticed the stragglers had dispersed, leaving you alone as you gazed up at the sky.

“I hope the sunset looks beautiful today, I do miss it.”

The late evening sunset was the one thing you missed more than your brother; you had always admired how everything just flowed and fit together in the evening sky. It's almost as if someone began painting and simply let their hand float through the air.

As you turned to face his tomb, another smile appeared on your face, prompting you to go into your bag for something. As you placed down a cup for you and him, you chuckled at the bottle revealed beneath the sky.

“Lucas, here's to another day. It's been difficult in recent years, but today was a good day. I sensed your presence through the music of some random person; it was strange, but I'm glad I was there to see it. So thank you,” you say, raising your shot glass in the air and taking a sip.

As you heard a voice, you wiped a stray tear from your face.

“I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“Shit, what the hell,” you cursed the dark figure, startled and terrified. Who is there? As you squint your eyes at him, a male emerges from the shadows.

It's him.

----

You cough as you stand up and face the nameless man, he extends his hand as his glasses slide down his narrow nose, “Hi I’m Wonwoo.”

You take his hand in yours and shake it slowly, his grip firm until you let go.

“Hi..wonwoo? “I'm Y/n.” As the boy grinned at you, your voice was barely audible.

He takes a careful step alongside you and sits down close to your brother's grave, placing a case beside him. As you enlarged your eyes and sat down next to him, still observing him, the atmosphere felt reassuring but strange.

“I apologize for startling you; I didn't know that you were there. I’m not sure if your brother mentioned me but I was his friend, we used to write songs together.” As he turned to face you, you noticed the tall man attempting to cross his legs.

You shook your head as you began to gather your belongings, unsure of who this man was. For all you knew, he may be lying to you, so you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. You rose up and began walking away after securing the zipper on your backpack.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. I can come back another time. I am truly sorry if I interrupted anything."

“No, it's fine,” you say with a shake of your head and outstretched hands.

“Are you sure?”

You walk away again, nodding your head as you hear his voice and a familiar tune.

You came to a halt in your tracks as you slowly turned around to face the boy after hearing a faint melody. As your ears perked up, you heard a low voice.

‘I stand still before you before me. I’m okay, not okay..” The lyrics faded out as you started to find your bearings again as you made your way out of the cemetery. As you stepped toward the road, you strapped your bag on, making sure you had everything you needed.

A girl out on a walk is something you can see every day, yet you were unique. You walked as if you and the road had reached an agreement, as if the concrete was more than eager to support your feet.

The road understood you.

*Ping*

The light of your phone lit up as you clicked on the message.

Mom: Hey sweetie, I dropped off some food at your apartment and did some tidying up. Get home safety.

You: Thanks mom.

Her message brought back memories of days when you and her would cook together and simply bond over the end result. You missed it. Because you live in different places, you don't get to see your parents very frequently, yet they always made time for you.

I wish you could do the same; home is just too much for you to stomach, and you'd rather avoid it.

You reach the corner street after a few more steps, ready to begin your one-mile trek home. As you look back after exhaling a sigh, you hear rumbling on your feet. An automobile approached you, its bright headlights blazing directly at you.

You shifted to the side, squinting your eyes at the sight, and wonwoo greeted you again before you realized it. He grinned at you with his dazzling whites as he bent his head down.

what is with this guy?

Hey, hop in, I'll give you a ride. It's becoming late, and I don't want you walking through here.” As you took a step back, wary of the stranger, he moved his hand closer to you.

“Um.. No-no I’m okay. However, thank you.” As you heard his engine trailing behind you, you began to walk faster. He followed you for a few seconds longer before you came to a complete halt and stared at him.

Through the windshield, you could see him smirk as he waved his hand to you.

“It'll be a lot faster, and if you're worried I'll kidnap you or anything, don't fret. I'm allergic to cats, and I'm a cat person myself. As a result, I assure you that I will not harm you. I just wanted to help a friend.” You moved over to his car, smiled a little, and hopped in, securing yourself with your seatbelt.

“If you do anything I have some bleach and I’m not afraid to use it,” he chuckled at you as he started the car and proceeded to exit the cemetery.

“You’re funny.”

As you gave wonwoo your address he proceeded to drive out of the rural neighborhood as you put your head on the window. You didn't realize it at the time, but you could feel his penetrating glances.

The car was quiet as the low sounds of music vibrated through the car. When you weren't driving, car journeys were the best since they enabled your mind to fantasize and paint over the enormous landscape you were seeing. That haven you built in your imagination calms you and makes you feel protected. The place where you may get away from reality.

As soon as your eyes close for the night, you hear him humming a familiar tune. Rather than remaining silent, you begin a conversation with him, inquiring as to how he learned the song.

“So how did you meet Lucas?” As he laughed, he cast a peek at you.

“Well, I met him at a college party a long time ago and discovered he makes music, so we used to meet up at a friend's studio and just create.” You lightly chuckled as a tear fell down your face as you nodded your head.

It was good to hear other people talk about your other half; it was almost as if he was there with you right now.

You were worried when he gave you brief glances since his eyes were off the road, but as he spoke, you felt protected because he spoke highly of your brother.

“Well, I'm not sure if he mentioned you, but the last song we were working on was one he wrote for you, and he said it was a gift.” As you turned to face him after hearing that final statement, your eyes widened.

“He—he said those exact words, a gift?”

As he rounded the corner and approached your apartment complex building, he shook his head. You could see his shoulder resting on the window sill as he put the car in park.

You hesitantly walk out of the car, stuttering as you gather your belongings, and turn to face him.

“Thank you for the ride; did Lucas mention anything else about the song?” “He wasn't quite finished with it, but he did give me and my other friend some crucial stuff to get it done,” he said as you pressed your face closer to the window.

Your heart began to race as you realized that things were beginning to turn around for you; perhaps this wonwoo boy was destined to be in your life. Lucas' way of demonstrating that he took great care of you.

“Would you like to work on it together sometime?”

Inside, it felt as if the creatures were finally waking up from their rehabilitation and making their way into the real world. Even if it took a while, this new form of relief made you feel alive again. You were adamant about working more to reclaim your color.

In some way, wonwoo was the key to it all.

“Yes, a hundred times yes,” you answered, smiling like a kid in a candy store as you handed him your phone. “Just let me know when you're free.”

Wonwoo returned your phone to you, which you joyfully accepted and placed in your pocket. As you walked to your door, you waved your hand at him and cried out to him one final time.

“Thank you”

“For what?” As you entered the flat and locked the door behind you, you waved your hand at him. You let out a sigh and shake your head as you slid down to the floor.

“What a day”

---

(4 weeks later)

It seemed like you and wonwoo had entered a very unique connection in the last few weeks. He made every effort not to cross any boundaries, both physically and emotionally. Regardless of the fact that you were his closest friend's sister, he was always respectful to you.

Even if that is what he sees from his perspective, you felt more alive when you were with him. Although you could still see gray and couldn't bask in all of his glory, it gave you hope that one day, whenever that time came, you'd be able to see him and everything else.

That was something you lacked previously: hope. Everyone around you including your parents could see a significant change in your life.

“Hey, honey, how's it going at work?” Before taking your purse, your mother kissed your cheek and opened the door for you.

As you met her at your old house, a smile emerged on your face. It was your first visit home in a while, and seeing you there brought joy to their hearts, despite the difficult years you've had.

“Everything has been going well, and I just wanted to drop by and see how you're doing. I miss seeing you and dad.”

“Is that my beautiful daughter, am I seeing things right?” your father exclaimed as he emerged from the back. As a tear trickled down your cheek, you watched as he raced over to you and hugged you.

As he stared at your face and admired it, the hue in front of you remained gray.

“Such lovely brown eyes," It pained your soul that you couldn't remember what they looked like since gray dulled everything and made you forget.

“Thank you, dad, but instead of fawning me, let's play some games. Just because life is bleak doesn't mean I can't be your ass at Monopoly.”

Your mother, gasping at your remark, watched from the back, her eyes welling up with tears as she marveled at a sight she hadn't seen in a long time.

“Moooom, don't start sobbing or dad will start crying,” you said as you turned around.

She comes over to your side and wraps you and your father in a hug, sandwiching you between them. It felt good because you were missing these times with your folks. You couldn't stay at home when your brother died; you had to leave and get away. Everything was just too much for you as things started to remind you of him.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I'm really proud of you for coming here and having the confidence to do so. I understand how difficult it must be for you, but thank you.” Through the loud sniffles between you all, you started to feel warm as you wiped your tears.

“All right, no more crying; let's get down to business.” You dashed over to the couch and snatched up Monopoly from the board game box, motioning for them to join you. They chuckled as you began to pull everything out as they made their way over.

As loud yells and laughter echoed out throughout the home, the night was fresh and enjoyable. There were times when you were terrified you'd lose, but you couldn't let your champion status lapse.

Your mother said, "Noo, you're cheating."

“No, I'm not; there's a house there, and you need to pay up or I'll put you in jail.” Between the two, your father snickers and keeps his mouth shut. He was well aware of the rules.

“All right, but that wasn't there before.”

With a chuckle, you shook your head and held out your hand, saying, "excuses excuses."

As you turned off your alarm, it rang at 8:00 p.m. You wouldn't have realized the difference between night and day if it hadn't been for alarm clocks. You jumped up in triumph after placing one more piece on the board.

“And that's why I remain Monopoly's ruler.”

You witnessed your parents give up as they lifted their hands in surrender. They both remark, "Fine, you win," as they begin to clean up the mess. Taking the stray cups and bowls from the tables you set them in the sink as you turned to watch your parents.

It's been a long time since you've been back here, and you've certainly missed the atmosphere. Lucas wouldn't want me to miss out on this opportunity.

“Why don't I come on weekends and bring back board game nights?” As your parents turned back, you uttered, "Next time, I'll bring a friend."

“Oh, it would be wonderful; the more the better.”

As you walked back over to them, you hugged them as they kissed your head.

“You go, we'll take care of this; the drive back is long,” your father remarked as he took your bag and handed it to you.

“Thank you guys, and I love you and the night we just had.” As you approached the door, you waved goodbye before closing it.

“No thank you, love,” your mother said as she and your father watched you leave the home and get into your car.

After one last look at the house, you back out of the driveway and go down the street, looking forward to the day ahead.

Studio day!

You yawn as your body startles you up after taking a deep breath of fresh air. As you slowly open your eyes and look out the window, you breathe a sigh of relief. Something felt different. The chirping of the birds outside made you feel cheerful, not sad.

As your vision remained a little lighter, you began to blink your eyes faster. It wasn't your typical gray morning, and you thought it was growing lighter. The gray was gradually dissipating. You grinned as you considered your color returning.

What prompted this?

It didn't matter because today was dedicated to finishing your song; you, wonwoo, and his friend Mingyu had completed all but the title. You stretch one more time before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you get to the mirror, you take a look at yourself. The person in front of you had radically transformed; she had forgotten about her flaws and insecurities, and her heart now held more love. This woman didn't pick apart everything that was wrong with her; instead, she supported herself.

She was unrecognizable, and the old girl in the mirror was finally slipping away. You began to smile more frequently and laugh a little more, and the air around you became warmer rather than frigid. Someone's love had seeped into her heart and begun to unfreeze its hardness.

And that person was wonwoo, which you didn't realize until you looked in the mirror. If you've observed it, chances are that others have as well. And you were grateful for his help in getting you out of that gloomy situation. You were able to regain your trust and begin letting people in again, which made you pleased.

Lucas would be incredibly proud of you, and you didn't want to disappoint him again. You intended to honor his memory and keep him alive in your heart, rather than allowing the past to plague you and prevent you from living your life.

He would have wanted that.

As you stepped inside, you turned on the shower and stripped off your clothing. You had to find a method to repay wonwoo for his compassion. You would not have gotten this far without him and his musical gift, and you were grateful for him.

"I could take him to our place," you offer as you turn off the water and grab a towel from the shower.

“Yeah he would like that.”

----

Work seemed to fly by as your mind raced at a hundred miles per hour. You had everything planned out and had recruited the support of your parents to help you set up.

Your manager tapped your shoulder and asked, "Hey y/n, you okay?" As you dropped the pencil, you flinched.

“Oh sorry, just spacing out.” He shook his head as he spoke out, “For the rest of your shift you can take off if you want, we’re going to close earlier than usual. If you're leaving, clean out the coffee machine and be on your way.”

You enlarged your eyes as your jaw dropped, and you raced into his arms, squeezing him tightly. Your boss chuckled awkwardly as he gently pushed you away from him. For some reason, everything seemed to be working in your favor today. As you rush to get ready, you begin working on the machine, your smile never leaving your face.

You sped to the back room, clocking out and placing your apron into your locker, as you were done in no time. As you walked to the front, you waved goodbye to your manager before heading to your car in the parking area.

“What's the matter with her? That's the first time I've ever seen her that happy. Hmm”

And with that you were on your way to your parents house as you sent a quick text to wonwoo. As you grinned as you placed your phone in the dash holder, you came to a stop light.

You: Hey cancel today's session, I have a place to go to. It may also provide us with better title recommendations. You down??

Wonwoo:) Yes, that sounds excellent; the studio can become claustrophobic. Send me the address and a time frame for my arrival.

You: *address name*. Bring your guitar and meet there in 2 hours.

Wonwoo:) Oh okay. Can’t wait to see you there!

(read 5:45 p.m.)

Even though you weren’t nervous you wanted everything to be special, wonwoo deserved it for all that he has done for you in the past weeks.

You let yourself go as you blast songs down the road, pressing play on your playlist. You didn't notice it at first, but the color was gently sneaking in as you drove around. As creams and beige colors drifted in and out, the outsides of your eyes began to lift.

As you turned off the headlights and opened the door, it didn't take long for you to arrive at your destination. You smiled as you got your belongings from the car and made your way up the hill, finding your parents already set up.

You drop your belongings on the blanket and walk up to hug them, saying, "Hey guys." As they begin to chat with you, they embrace you in a friendly hug.

“So we set up all of the essential elements, such as lighting, a seating area, and refreshments in the cooler and basket.” As she began to indicate the various components, your mother explained. As she brought you around the hill to the tree, she took your hand in hers.

“You remember when you and Lucas did this?” You laugh as you remember that day as you place your palm on the antique carving.

-- “Noo I'd like to go first; you always go first.” You sighed as Lucas took up the knife and began carving his name into the tree.

“You better not cry and tell mom,” he remarked, turning to face you and seeing your glum demeanor. As you passed past him, you stood up straighter, rolling your eyes at him and snatching the knife from his grip.

“I'm not a baby like you,” you say. As he huffed and hurried toward mom, you heard him scoff.

“Mommmm y/n referring to me as a baby. And I'm not one of them. You stood there watching as he stomped his foot and landed on Mom's lap. Your father chuckles, rubbing his back and shaking his head at his wife.

As you return to the blanket, you cross your arms and say, "Well, then, quit acting like one."

That erupted in an outburst as he started to whine on mommy lap.

He did, in fact, act like a baby. Wiping a tear from your eyes as you chuckle, you hold your mother closer as you kiss her on the forehead.

“Hey we have an hour left before wonwoo get here, I'm going to head to the house to clean up. If he arrives early, keep him entertained.” As she watches you descend the hill, your mother shakes her head.

As you pull out of the parking lot, you put your foot down on the accelerator and drive over to your parents' house.

(45 minutes later)

Wonwoo approaches the destination, looking out the windshield as he spots some lights on the hill. As he steps out of the automobile, he notices two people moving around. He smiles as he collects his guitar from the rear and walks up the hill, noting the serene atmosphere.

“Those should go over by the tree and make sure they don't fall.” Wonwoo enters the place, his eyes widening. Fluorescent bulbs fanned out along the tops of the trees, each with a different picture on it, surrounding him.

As he looks down, he notices a blanket with a speaker playing music and the champagne.

Your parents finally turn around, gasping, when your mother rushes over to welcome him, saying, "Forgive us, we didn't hear anything, you must be wonwoo." That's y/n father over there, and I'm y/n mother.” As she introduces you to your father, she smiles and gives you a motherly look.

On this magnificent evening, only a few minutes had passed when you approached the hill once more. You take a brief glance in the mirror before applying some Chapstick. Rubbing it in you open the door as you look up on the hill, you hear conversations as you panic up the hill.

“So this is y/n, she was quite the messy twin when she was a baby-”

“What are you doing, Mom?” You walk over to her, ashamed, and place yourself between you and wonwoo, speaking quietly to her.

“I said to entertain him not embarrass me.”

“Oh, you're overthinking things; did you know he's friends with Lucas?” You chuckle as you grab your father and mother and begin bickering as you force them out of the location. As they descend the slope, they wave goodbye to you and wonwoo.

Taking one look at him, you notice his amusing state; he was cheesing so hard that his rosy cheeks were visible.

“Sorry about them.”

“It's fine; all parents do it.” They simply adore you.” You cross your legs and shake your head as you sit on the blanket, passing him a wine cup.

“To another wonderful day and a wonderful friendship.” Wonwoo takes out the champagne from the cooler as he opens it and sprays the excess in front of you.

“Ahh, you're spilling it” As you giggle at his action, the extra juice pours on your face. You reach for a napkin to wipe the wetness off your face as he takes one in front of you.

“Here, let me take care of it.” He leans in closer as he wipes the liquid from your face before resuming his seat. As your stomach begins to become a #1 gymnast, that simple action sends you spiraling.

“Th-thanks”

He smiles as he pours you a drink for both of you, and as he does so, you grab his guitar box and pry it open, admiring the golden beauty inside. Picking it up, you begin strumming a few chords of the nameless song while moving your head to the beat.

“Wow, you're actually pretty good.”

“I did have a good teacher, Lucas taught me a few things, but I only recall a few chords, so it may become irritating after a while.”

Wonwoo hands you the glass as you take it in your hand, and as you take a sip of the bubbly drink, you hand him the guitar.

As you take another sip, your spirits lift as you stare out at the scenery in front of you. You hear wonwoo begin to play the tune while you stare off towards the colorless world.

“Ruinous imagination consumes me. Makes me dream sweeter dreams, I close my eyes but thoughts of you. Bring noisy night, to you & me, real and dreamy.”

You sway back and forth as his voice soothes your body, his palm brushing over the guitar while his eyelids close, taking in the lyrics.

As you look up at him, you say, "Thank you." It's unavoidable, but tears stream down your face with no attempt to wipe them away.

“Th-thank you foreverythingyouhave-“ you say quickly and brokenly.

“Hey hey, calm down, I can't understand what you're saying,” he says as he scoots over to you and pats your shoulder. You both laugh as you start over, this time with more poise.

“I wanted to express my gratitude to you for genuinely improving my life. You probably don't know, but my relationship with Lucas was incredible; we were never apart, and when he passed, I couldn't live without him. I've struck rock bottom a few times and done some unfathomable things that I'm ashamed of, and I'm sincerely grateful that I've survived another day.”

Wonwoo drew you into a hug and caressed your back as he ceased patting your shoulder. As you sob into his shoulder, the tears begin to flow again.

“Sorry for interrupting, but it seemed like you needed one,” he says as you continue, releasing leave of you.

“To put it simply, you have brought me so much joy and optimism that I am overwhelmed. It's not the same without Lucas, but I'm grateful you entered my life at this point. So thank you; I don't know how to express my gratitude.”

You come to a halt as he looks at you through his round spectacles, and as you become concerned, you begin to look down.

“Sorry if I just spewed all that out.”

“No, it's fine.” I truly appreciate it, and I'm glad I was able to restore a sense of hope in your life. I may not be Lucas, but I will do my best to pay tribute to his memory.

You smile as you feel a wave of self-assurance and an overpowering sensation of bravery wash over you.

When you bring wonwoo closer to you and kiss him on the lips, everything inside of you turns on, and your body begins to feel alive again, exactly like it did before.

“I'm sorry I should have asked you first-“ You release him and lean back as you watch him.

He silenced your words with his lips as his hands wrapped around your neck.

Everything comes rushing back to you in an instant, like a blanket being pulled off of you. As you open your eyes again, you let go of each other. The difference this time is that you can see him.

As he smiled at you, you could see his cheeks flush with scarlet. You can see his silver rings around his slender fingers as his hands slip away from your neck.

You slowly turn around to face the sinking light on the horizon. As if a million scarlet petals have ignited, the sunset blooms on the horizon.

You expected the tears to flow this time as you stood up and walked closer to the cliff's edge. As you stared at the gorgeous view in front of you, you undoubtedly looked a mess.

You collapse to your knees and exclaim, "I can see it!"

Wonwoo approaches you slowly, bending down with you and holding you in his arms.

“See what?”

As you held him again, your snot-filled tear-streaked face turned to his.

“The color has returned, and I can see it now.” As he gasps, he pulls you back.

“Wait, are you serious, what color shirt am I wearing?”

“IT'S GREEN, YOUR SHIRT IS GREEN!!” Wonwoo scoops you up and spins you again in an instant. You lay another kiss on his lips as you chuckle into his lips, unsure of what to do.

The clouds floated into my life, not to bring rain or storms, but to add color to the sunset sky.

He picks up the polaroid camera off the ground and takes a candid shot of you. After he pecked your cheek once more, he smiled as he wanted to remember this special day.

You send wonwoo off to find a knife from the basket as the photo develops. You observe him as he runs around the area like a child, and you smile as the photo develops.

You've probably seen images where the background is blurred and the only thing in focus is the subject of the photograph. That was us. Every other detail became hazy as I concentrated on every facet of him.

You didn't realize how fortunate you were until now; he was the special someone you had wished for eons ago.

Everything felt even better when your color returned, and you knew deep down that everything was going to be well.

It was all because of wonwoo.

Your brother left you a gift, the lovely gift of music, which was seen via wonwoo.

Yes, your brother had been your best friend, and yes, he had left you. But, as you found a great friend, the life he presumably wanted for you had only just begun.

You hoped that with him, you would be able to treasure the love you had just as much as you did while you were together.

“Hey, wonwoo, I have a song title, also follow me.”

As he began heading toward you, he turned around and looked at you. You've both arrived at the same tree that was planted many years ago.

He gives you the knife as you start placing your name under your past self. As he watches you cry, Wonwoo does the same.

*Forever, Y/n, Wonwoo, and Lucas*

As he finishes up, you grab his hand and stroll back to the blanket setup. He takes a seat beside you and wraps his arm over your body.

“So, what are your thoughts?”

“Bittersweet, that's the title,” you said as you turned to face him.

“I love it,” he says as he pulls you closer to him with a nod of his head.

And with that, your brother's memory was carefully preserved, shared, and intended for all to hear.

“Lucas, I'll never forget you.”

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ifmywishescametrue · 3 years ago

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i don't know if you're still taking prompts (so please ignore this if you aren't) but i cant stop thinking about your recent buckytony fic (and how much i love breaking up and making up as a trope) - so i was wondering if you'd be up for doing smth else w that trope for buckytony?? maybe they re-unite at a mutual friend's wedding?? and it brings up emotions about their almost wedding?? idk i just really love breaking up and making up as a trope and i really love your writing :))

thank you!! I'm very much up for doing another buckytony break up/make up, plus you deserve nice things for finishing law school - congrats on that!🎉🎉hope you like this one 😊

There's a ring on Bucky's finger.

It's the first thing Tony notices when he walks into the bar for Natasha and Sharon's joint bachelorette party. He stands there in the doorway, frozen and staring until someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and he mumbles an apology as he moves out of the way.

He thinks about turning around and not coming back, just ditching the event entirely and maybe even the wedding tomorrow, but he tosses the ridiculous thought the second it comes. He promised Sharon when she asked him to be her man of honor that he could handle Bucky being Nat's. Living on the other side of the country afforded him to miss the rest of the events and planning along the way, and he could deal with one day of being cordial to his ex, even if the day comes with walking down an aisle together.

But now there's a ring on Bucky's finger.

The silver catches the light, and it's on prominent display with his left hand wrapped around a beer bottle. It shouldn't be possible for him to have moved on that quickly. Eight months shouldn't be long enough to bury three years of memories. Three years of hopes and dreams and plans for a future built together. Years of love so blindingly intense that it burrowed into Tony's soul to make a home and refused to be evicted just because it was supposed to be over.

Tony wonders what the timeline is. Did he find someone new while Tony was still just beginning to pick up his own scattered pieces? A first date for him while Tony was barely getting out of bed. When was it that he replaced Tony as the last person to have his heart? And how did he find forever in someone else so soon after losing the one he used to call his soulmate?

Natasha notices him first, still hovering near the entrance, and she raises a single eyebrow that calls him a coward. He rolls his eyes at the accusation, though it's accurate. She elbows Sharon to catch her attention, and before he knows it the entire small group is turning their heads his way, giving him no choice but to join them.

It's less bachelorette party and more pre-wedding celebration with the crowd they've gathered, all mutual friends of both brides with no regards for gender traditions that usually come with this night. Tony used to fit in well with them all, back when gatherings like this were just a typical Friday night. But he made himself an outsider between the move to California and the breakup with Bucky. All he has now with most of them is a dead group chat that hasn't been used in months. He wonders which one of them made the new one without him in it.

Sharon is the first to pull him into a hug, then Natasha follows suit. He gets a nod from Sam, a wave from Clint, and what might pass as a smile from Steve. Bucky stares so intensely that Tony can feel his eyes with his back turned, but when Tony looks his way, he pretends to be interested in the floor.

He had a plan before the ring threw him off. Step one should have been the entrance. Head held high, shoulders square, perfect outfit that shows everything off and compliments the Malibu tan he has now. Step two should be nonchalance. A light hearted greeting to everyone, accompanied by an easy grin and relaxed body language, and catching up with subtle brags slipped in. Show them all that he's doing better than he ever was, sitting on top of the world these days, even if most of the time it feels like he's barely above rock bottom.

Step three in his ideal scenario involved Bucky breaking down and begging to get him back. Some versions even had him on his knees for it, with tears running down his face. Others required it to be raining outside, and the cloudless sky ruined that before the ring on Bucky's finger did.

With steps one and three out the window, he tries to salvage step two.

“Hey,” Tony starts, a little too loud. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries again, “Hey, Bucky. It's good to see you.”

Bucky nods, a strained, jerky motion. “Yeah, you too. How, uh, how have you been?”

“Good. Really good, actually. Company just had its highest sales quarter yet, so it’s been a little crazy around there, but good.”

“Good,” Bucky repeats, and there’s a long awkward pause.

“And what about you?” Tony asks, and then because he can’t help himself, he adds, “I see you got engaged. Or, hell, I guess it could be married, even.”

Bucky freezes with parted lips and wide eyes for the briefest of moments, like he wasn’t expecting Tony to know about it or bring it up, and his eyes shift to the ring on his hand and stay there.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Engaged. Last week.”

Tony ignores the ache in his chest and plasters on a smile like he’s happy for him. “Congratulations. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know him. Steve introduced us. They work together.”

“So he’s at the museum then? I thought you used to say that you hated all those stuffy guys and Steve was the only one worth knowing.”

Bucky smiles, a fond thing that widens the crack in Tony’s heart. “Yeah, well, I guess I was wrong. Felix is a great guy.”

Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid name that probably matches a stupid, punchable face.

Some masochist thing pulls at him to make him keep digging for more information, a twisted need to know even as each word pushes the knife in deeper. He aims for casual, leaning back against one of the high top tables as he asks, “So how long have you been together?”

“Just a couple of months. Kind of fast, I know, but when you’re sure about something, it doesn’t really matter, right? Why waste time waiting?”

“Right, of course,” Tony says, a little flatter than he intends. “So why isn’t he here tonight? Hope it wasn’t to spare my feelings, because it’s really not necessary.”

Bucky falters, “It’s not? You, uh, you’re dating someone, then?”

Tony nods, and he wishes he had grabbed a drink before this so he could hide behind it as he lies through his teeth. “Only a few weeks, though. A little too early to be a wedding date, but I’m sure your guy will be there tomorrow right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, definitely. Why wouldn’t he be, right? There’s no reason I can think of,” Bucky says, stumbling around it. “But tell me more about your thing. Your person. How’s that going?”

Tony shrugs, and he finally pulls off that easy smile he’s been trying for. “Well, it’s not get engaged in a couple of months good, but it’s been really great. We’re taking it slow. Trying not to rush anything and just get to know each other first. I think it could really be something, though.”

“That’s good,” Bucky mumbles. “You deserve something good.”

He isn’t meeting Tony’s eyes anymore, almost like he’s upset that Tony moved on, and the vindictive part of Tony wants to be happy about it, but another part wants to be angry because it isn’t fair. It’s not fair to act like Tony should stay stuck in time, forever longing for him when he already moved on with someone else first. It’s hypocritical and selfish, even if Tony is lying about there being anyone else.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a drink,” Tony says, pushing down every feeling. “Should catch up with everyone else, too, while I’m at it. I’ll talk to you later.”

He heads over to the bar and isn’t surprised when Sharon joins him a moment later, right after he orders a double shot of whiskey. She puts an arm around his shoulder and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tony laughs, running a hand through his hair. “My ex is engaged to somebody else and apparently doing really fucking well. Meanwhile, I’m making up fake boyfriends that I’m taking it slow with, because last week I went on my first real date in eight months and cried in the bathroom in the middle of it. And then, at the end of the night, he literally told me to my face that he didn’t think a second date was a good idea. We weren’t even talking about it, Sharon. He said it unprompted when we were still ten minutes from his apartment, and I was driving.”

Sharon nods slowly as she processes the rant. “He told you he got engaged?”

“Yeah, thanks for not telling me, by the way. It was really fun to get blindsided by it.”

She ignores the complaint to ask, “What else did he tell you, exactly?”

“Oh, just the whole line about how you know when you know, and Felix is such a great guy, and all that bullshit.”

“Felix,” Sharon repeats.

Tony knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another. “Please tell me he’s not better looking than me. Tell me it’s a downgrade. Don’t lie, because I know I have to meet him tomorrow, but please give me something that will make this better.”

“Well, I can guarantee he’s not as attractive as you. But he’s a little too perfect, you know? Like how could this guy possibly be real, he’s so unbelievably perfect,” Sharon says.

“I told you to make me feel better, not worse.”

Sharon shakes her head with a smile, the arm around him tightening into an approximation of hug. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I don’t think they’re going to last. He’s kind of flaky, too. Always cancelling at the last minute and all that. Bet he won’t even show tomorrow.”

The amusement on her face that she’s failing to hide confuses him. He’s starting to feel bad, though, for making the night about him when it should be about her and Nat.

Resolving not to dwell on it anymore, he squeezes the hand on his shoulder and says, “Alright, enough sad drinking, and definitely enough about me. We’re celebrating you and Nat and a lifetime of sickeningly wonderful happiness for both of you.”

Sharon grins, “Hell yeah, we are.”

“Shots?”

“Is that even a question?”

_____________

He wakes up with a headache and hazy memories. Shots of tequila that turned into shots of vodka when Nat got involved, then Clint’s terrible suggestion to try a shot of every liquor they had to offer. He vaguely remembers the round of toasts and drunken impromptu speeches from everyone, locking eyes with Bucky and failing to look away on both their parts. There’s a blur of wandering hands and heated, messy kisses. A bathroom stall turned into a cab ride which turned into his hotel room. He knows what he’ll find next to him when he opens his eyes, and guilt comes in full force.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky says, voice still rough with sleep. It used to be Tony’s favorite sound in the world. “And I know we’re both sorry about what happened, but pretending to be asleep isn’t fixing nothin’.”

Tony shifts over to his back, and if there was any question before about what happened between them, the all too familiar ache in his body would answer it. He stares up at the ceiling to avoid the acres of bare skin on display next to him.

“You should probably leave,” Tony says to the walls. “I’m sure your fiancé is wondering where you are.”

“I doubt it.”

Tony puts an arm over his eyes, partly to block out the light that makes them ache and partly to hide his face. “Just go, okay? It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again, and we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Was it a mistake?” Bucky asks. “It didn’t feel like one to me.”

He doesn’t answer, and it’s soft and broken when Bucky says his name. Too much for him to handle.

Tony pushes back the blankets and searches for Bucky’s clothes in the mess they’ve made. He finds the shirt first and throws it at him. “You’re engaged, which means it was a mistake.”

His boxers are on the back of the couch, jeans right in front of the door, and they join the pile on Bucky’s lap. “You promised the rest of your life to somebody else, and I’m pretty sure fidelity is supposed to go with that.”

He tosses a shoe in the general direction of the bed, and it hits the nightstand with a loud thud. The second shoe is still in his hand when Bucky gets up and walks over to him, taking it and letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes hold a level of intensity that Tony has spent months dreaming about, and Tony couldn’t look away or move from this spot even if he tried.

“Felix isn’t real,” Bucky says. “I made him up when you asked, because I didn’t want to tell you the truth that I haven’t moved on in the slightest. That I’m so pathetic that I’ve spent the last eight months wearing an engagement ring that I bought for a guy who doesn’t love me anymore because I don’t know how to let him go.”

Tony stops breathing. “What?”

Bucky slides the ring from his finger, holding it between them so Tony can see the inscription. Always yours. He can’t remember the last time he heard the words get spoken.

“When?” Tony asks hoarsely. “When did you get that and why didn’t you ever ask me?”

“About a year ago,” Bucky says, slipping it back on his own finger. He sits back on the edge of the bed and stares down at it, twisting it around. “I thought about doing it on your birthday, but Nat and Sharon had just gotten engaged the week before and I didn’t want to take anything away from them. You were working a lot of late nights after that, and I thought it would be better to wait until things slowed down. You were so tired all the time, and you deserved a better proposal than when you’re falling asleep in the middle of dinner. It never slowed down, though. And then you got that big promotion and somehow we fell apart instead. If I’m honest, I still don’t really know how. One minute I’m getting ready to come with you, and the next you’re telling me not to bother.”

Tony sits down next to him, shoulders touching, and he pulls Bucky’s left hand into his. “You didn’t really want to go.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says, but Tony shakes his head.

“All you talked about was how much you would miss New York. How much you’d miss your friends and your family and your job. Every day, everywhere we went. Even the fucking hot dog stands got sonnets about them. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out that you weren’t exactly looking forward to leaving.”

“I still would have gone for you,” Bucky argues. “I told you I would go anywhere with you, if it was what you wanted.”

“And then what? You move with me, and you’re miserable all the time, because my job never slows down so I’m still not around as much as you want, except now it’s compounded because you’re in a city that you hate with no one else that you know. You resent me for making you go, and the outcome is the same in the end either way.”

“Or I move with you, and I finally ask you to marry me like I’ve wanted to since almost the day we met. I find new friends and a new job, and even if it’s not perfect, it’s still worth it because at the end of the day I have a husband coming home to me.”

Tony runs his thumb over the ring and murmurs, “I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think I could do that for you anymore.”

Bucky cups his cheek, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but baby, you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Tony laughs.

“You’re my idiot, if that helps.”

Tony smiles, still fragile but growing more hopeful. “Am I?”

“Always have been,” Bucky says. “Always will be if you stop assuming I’m going to leave you all the time. Let me decide for myself what I’m willing to sacrifice for us.”

Tony nods slowly, then says, “I’m sorry for ending it like that.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to.”

Tony climbs into his lap, circling his arms around his neck, and Bucky pulls him in closer with his hands on Tony’s hips. The ring is strange to feel against his skin, but also completely right. He wants it to stay there and to mean what it was always supposed to. Wants one of his own to match.

“We can fix it, right? We can be us again?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, and Tony’s heart sinks for just a moment. “Is your boyfriend as real as my fiancé?”

Tony laughs again in relief, “Yeah, they’d be a good pair.”

“I knew you had to be lying. You’ve never taken it slow in your life,” Bucky grins.

“Do you want me to start now?”

Bucky flips them over in one fluid motion, and he kisses up his throat as he murmurs, “Absolutely not.”

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