#i already might not leave my room to brush my teeth tonight

[donghuamuqing]

Successfully scared myself who wants to hang out and chat or whatever

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KINKVEMBER DAY: 1

[prompt: against a wall window]

male reader x huh yunjin

5k words

You're not entirely sure where the jacket to your suit has gone.

You know you should know; it’s a rental and you need to return it in a week. But Yunjin told you to take it off, and since then, things have been... a little hazy.

More concerning - or it would be, had Yunjin not also lost some part of her attire - is what her thumbs are hooked into. Like she's peeling out the silhouette to her skin-tight, backless dress - the way she can't keep from leaning against the elevator wall. Your lips have the taste of her red lipstick all over, and her body melts with every little flick of the tip of her tongue against yours, puddles that much further when she feels your fingers curling into the folds of that skin-tight black material.

The motion to push the fabric up and over the rise of her hips is a purposeful kind of thing.

For the past hour, her skirt kept brushing over the fabric of your pants while you went from shaking hands to kissing hands to her placing yours on the hem of her dress, in the quiet space of a balcony the hotel staff had clearly marked as off-limits. A kiss behind the shell of her ear, a suggestion, a shiver.

Now, things are happening in a sort of reverse: from slow and curious, to needing more and wanting less, and suddenly, neither of you want to wait - until her thighs are spread wide apart, with your free hand slid over her smooth thigh, fingers skirting the edges of her lace, cupped over her heat - right, there. The throbbing.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me," is what she's asking.

"Something awful," you reply, but there's only a gasp out of her throat to prove your point. No words.

Just the look: desire clouding over the expression. The not-so-subtle display of want, need. Tongue pressing to lips and tugging along the corner. A moan, two, quieted behind the knuckle she can't quite help putting in her mouth.

You consider shoving her panties down the curve of her thighs and spinning her around - leaving her arms to brace the railing and keeping the dress around her waist while you fuck. Quick, rough.

The mental image is too nice to let it go.

You consider how much she might genuinely prefer to that to whatever she'd had in mind when she suggested you really ought see the view of the city from her room - oh, the skyline, it's gorgeous, she offered, lips tugged into a perfectly practiced little quirk that said: the view of me, on all fours, face down into a mattress as my ass swallows down your cock - I can't wait to have you.

You can feel the thought concrete itself to the base of your skull when you roll the flat of your finger over her clit and start sliding up and down between the lips of her pussy - finding her a little wet already, dripping onto the fabric in the most obvious way. When the elevator stops a few floors shy, you try to play it off by squeezing at her rib cage and tugging the fabric back in place, hiding the tell-tale lines between the fabric, just as Yunjin starts that gentle laugh from the very base of her spine. A real beautiful timbre in its sound.

But things get more muddled, admittedly, when the doors ding and the group on the other side piles through.

There's an exchange of glances, where they're asking if this is allowed, is there enough room, can they make room. One of them, in a dizzyingly plunging, strapless blue number that has you pressing your palm into the small of Yunjin's back just a little more than you have been up to that point, considers, carefully.

"Yunjin," she says, fingers brushing through the fringe of a smart-chic bob, prim cut of jet-black hair.

Yunjin shifts her weight onto the other heel. "Chaewon."

"By the looks of it," she says, and the way she looks you over has all the judgmental verve of an older sister, a real cold stare. "You've got a I'll-be-staying-in-tonight kind of vibe."

A deeper laugh now, rolling out across the backs of her teeth. "If it's all the same to you," is what you hear from her, "it'll be an early night for me."

“Don’t make it a habit,” she tells Yunjin.

“We’re just going to go enjoy the view.”

“Yeah.” Chaewon gives you one final, disapproving expression. “I bet he will.”

The elevator isn't totally silent, not for the subtle hum and whir of machinery. But everything is a lot closer now. Especially your thoughts, the way Yunjin pulls herself closer against you by a hand on the back of your dress shirt - her fingernails mapping the ridge of your spine, finding your hip bone, thumb curving back and forth against the curve of it.

The four girls at the corner are just making chatter in their corner of the lift. They've got a reservation - in name, anyway. If things were as simple as getting from the hotel to the elevator and beyond, no need for the next forty floors to pass at a snail's pace.

In fact, the four have this sort of tense, concentrated way to them that suggests otherwise - like maybe they came all this way and made that sort of promise to have the whole night end the way some things ought: alone.

"Don't stop on account of us," one of them says after a while.

Which is enough to set off this glare into the furl of Yunjin’s brows. Not her friend's intention. But they laugh it off.

When the doors scuttle open, finally, the two of you stumble out, feet not catching up to the rest of you before Yunjin has her fingers around your wrist and drags you out. Her heels - red-bottomed and not entirely flat but definitely a lot less heel-ey than others (she’s tall, she says, it makes her self-conscious), are clacking quick across marble tile until she arrives at the door of her room, pulls her keycard out of her clutch and leans shoulder-first into the door after the click and whir of entry.

She takes a step backward.

The door locks at your back when it's kicked into its frame.

The first thing you notice is her dress: pooled on the floor around the arches of her heels, cast off like a cloak or some overcoat - to be tossed aside once the sun goes down.

"Make a habit out of this, huh?" you ask in an effort to keep yourself busy - gawking's never been a good look on anyone, even with your natural gifts, the glint in your smile, all your charm - but the curves of her body are stunning, curves that start where her thighs begin, wrap around her hips, cut in at her waist, bloom from the perfectly-small-breasts that now are showing their dusky pink nipples, firm and on full display.

All of Yunjin, like this, beneath pale moonlight pouring diffuse through the fish-bowl-glass of her hotel room, is nothing short of an invitation.

A good look, is what you're about to say if you don't come up with anything else.

"You do this kind of thing often?"

"What's that," Yunjin says over the sharp line of a grin.

"What I mean to say is: I hadn't pegged you for the," and you gesture, rather elegantly, with the flop of your wrist, "lure-some-poor-sap-away-from-a-party-and-take-advantage kind of type," before managing something like a genuine laugh. "Not to knock that lifestyle or anything."

"There's not a thing in the world you know about me," is what she offers. Which is, unsurprisingly, totally true, and slightly unfair.

Yunjin is walking toward you while you consider it.

Drifting when she comes around. It's that close. You can smell the warmth of her skin, a whiff of that vanilla, an infuriating softness - the room is dark, but the moon is bright and the city is glowing, reflecting its light and the various hues from neon signs below, outside, until Yunjin stops, standing right in front of you, just, waiting.

Then, the steady rise of an eyebrow that, for a second, feels like a challenge.

“So," you kiss into her lips, and that's the first. "Let me know you."

The second is when her hands slip up and over the back of your neck and you can't keep from reaching for her sides, pulling her closer. Her hips and ass and those fucking gorgeous, full, legs that can't decide which direction to take - until she's pressed, warm, soft, and perfect against your body, and she's sighing this sigh, heavy, a moan.

The third time, she's licking into your mouth, tongue rolling in and around the taste of your own.

"Too many clothes," she murmurs, and you can feel the pull at your half-undone bowtie, the collar to your dress shirt. She's working the buttons off their slots with deft, clever fingers.

"That's what happens when I'm trying to look sharp."

"Sharp, and hot."

"Is it working?"

Her eyes are as dark as the hair framing the smile that plays at the edge of her mouth. "I'm taking your clothes off, aren't I?"

"Mm," you reply, a smirk of your own. Pressed right into her jaw, her neck, the column of her throat, where she tastes sweet and salty. Like the sea and the night. Before you can even ask, with your fingers teasing the elastic of her underwear, I'm guessing you want me to do the same.

Yunjin makes a sound like, mm-hm.

The hotel room is quite standard, which is to say, nice. But, for what it is, it's not too fancy. There's a large, king-size bed with the crispest sheets you've ever felt. A little kitchenette. Some counter space and a fridge. A TV hanging opposite the bed, with an armchair and a love-seat positioned to face the screen.

"Do you want me to tell you what to do?" Yunjin asks, and her voice is low. Almost a husk, a whisper.

"What did you have in mind?" you say to her, and there's a hand on the nape of your neck, a fist of soft, slender fingers wrapping the length of your cock.

"You're going to fuck me until I'm cumming on your cock. You'll get me on my knees, first, though."

"That's the plan?"

"Unless you have another." Yunjin grins, a smile so full and bright and genuine. You don't know anything beyond her name and the perfectly sculpted curve of her ass. She could be anyone, an actress, a singer, a model. A girl-next-door. A friend of a friend.

She could be yours.

And in a way, when she's on her knees, her mouth hot and tight around the shape of your cock, those fucking lips pressed into the base of it, sliding easy with the spit she leaves on your shaft, that's exactly what you tell her.

"Yunjin," is all you're saying, a sigh, a hiss. You're helping her get your pants off the ends of your feet while your cock is lathered and bathed in her spit, feeling her slender fingers pull up and down your shaft. "That feels so fucking good, baby. Just like that." It's fast, sloppy, she's taking you in and out of her hot mouth like it's the most natural thing in the world. A slurp, a cough, and she's completely unfettered, sucking down and swallowing another breath - not to mention all that about her tongue. A swirl over the head of your cock and you show how much you like it, letting her read the bite into your lip, inventorying every little wince through your brow.

But see - you have your fingers in her hair, holding the strands away from her face. Away from where Yunjin's eyes are breathtaking and glittering, blinking back up under upturned brows, looking up at you from where she's taking you into the hot wet of her mouth, inch-by-inch. And the part of you, this cruel, twisting sensation, would hate for her to think anything of your hands - how they're at the top of her head, cradled behind, and easing her forward, the head of your cock teasing the roof of her mouth.

The back of her mouth.

The back of her throat.

Fuck, her eyes go wide. She's good. She takes it.

And just from the pretty look she keeps on her face, Yunjin loves it. Loves to be pushed, loves to have her hands running along the ridge of your thigh until her fingers are prying the very bottom, the underside, your balls. Like this, with her kneeling down between your legs, the flexing muscle of her upper arms to her palms squeezed tight on either cheek of your ass, where the heat starts to stir deep - to pull. Bring the full length of you to the back of her throat.

The choked sound from deep in her chest should surprise you.

And for the shortest moment, you're holding still and forcing her head, your hands keeping her perfectly put: just there, right there. Exactly like that - where she could look like the perfect mess and feel a twitch right between those lips that keep asking so kindly, go ahead, fuck a load of cum down my throat, baby, use these lips - the soft swell of these lips until you're cumming for me.

Or something else along those lines.

The thought of it crosses your mind: cum spilling from the corner of her mouth as she tries to take everything you have. The flutter in her throat wringing it all down. The mess that all would make. Not that she isn’t already a perfect sight.

You tug on her hair again.

Yunjin's eyes sparkle.

Her eyelashes go a little droopy, hazy. Dark.

And she starts humming across this wistful note of a sigh as her lips start slipping over your shaft - dragging in that slow, agonizing, blissful way over everywhere sensitive and aching. Taking her time, while one hand goes up and strokes what her mouth can't touch, while you pull her head, those perfect strands, just a touch further down, because if she can't quite deep-throat you then Yunjin can give a goddamn masterful impression.

Her cheeks hollow, and the suction - god.

You could cum right in between the pretty little pout of her lips, over the flat of her tongue. Right down her throat.

But in a turn of events neither of you anticipate, you don't do it; you are, much like anyone else, not without limits. Which is probably how you end up lifting Yunjin back up by the underside of her elbows, asking, "that feels a little one-sided, no?"

It's only fair to pull a smirk, kiss, all the best tricks - all for the best parts of her, full, curving, down from her neck, shoulders, her arms, the palms of her hands, every part of her: that perfect shade of peach, pink. From there, everything else falls away. The slow way Yunjin sneaks away with the kind of saunter you'd expect, hips swaying all the way up, sashaying out this inviting side-to-side before you realize it's working -

And you're asking, "Yunjin?" then telling, "I want you up against that window."

The sun's long set - but it'll come up soon enough, over the edges of skyscraper-blocks and shining up out from the base, until everything is bright and gleaming.

"Which window?" she teases.

So you swat at her ass. A not-so-delicate slap. "I don't care so long as I fuck you into it."

"And if someone sees?" she laughs out, still intent on teasing you, and the small edge in her voice is some combination of excitement and worry.

"Then we better give them something worth seeing."

Yunjin's palms land flush to the glass, fingers spread out - wide, wanting, willing - where the blue, yellow glow of city lights shines in over the curves of her profile, the slope of her cheek, the bright pools her irises turn under the warmth. She's the only thing worth seeing, and there's nothing that could possibly stop you from needing, wanting more, right now.

There's no other explanation. No other reason, really, to explain how you're desperate: to fill her, bury yourself inside her - to where you're promising, coming up behind her and guiding her over - so you can spread those creamy thighs apart, push her shoulders up against the cold surface of the window. Where she'll catch a view of her reflection staring back at her: beautiful, exposed, and hers.

"I'm going to fuck you now," is exactly what she's been begging you to say, is why she ends up feeling, with the deep, twisting need building somewhere, how you'll work your cock so deep into her wanting cunt that the only thing that makes her legs go weak - wobbling, really - is the promise of cock rubbing so close and teasing the slick folds between her legs. Until she's a little more demanding, needy - and fuck, where is all the foreplay you'd promised earlier? That perfect, thick cock of yours is missing. She knows what all this really needs.

"Yeah? You need me here?" and she gets this whine, a little pathetic, but in the cutest way.

Yunjin turns her eyes to you, over her shoulder, just the faintest bit of a sneer. 

Because she needs it, right now - rough, quick, good. 

A gasp catches in her throat when you drag your cockhead through her wet heat, once, twice, and the slide of it against her clit becomes the only thing that matters in the entire goddamn world. 

"Inside," her teeth are clamping hard on her lip now, holding it from trembling as she tries to put words together, "Put," is where she loses focus and you're sucking, and kissing, and biting at her shoulder, "put, fuck. Please, put your, put - that cock of yours in my-" You slip into her hot-soaking-wet cunt, and after you've clenched a fist and brought a palm to the center of the window, so that you could open up your body around her a little easier, her muscles squeeze and grip and milk the first few strokes so tight. So-fucking-good.

There's not even a word for it, how she fit like a glove around the first thrust, but if the expression on your face says anything, it's everything Yunjin wanted and more: the shape, the angle, how you're pressing your fingers so hard into the impossible geometry of her waist, the round of her ass - oh, she’ll be a mess of red marks, shapes and lines, reminders of how good you fucked her - these long deep strokes in and out of her creaming pussy - evidence left where the heat inside her builds and pools.

And god, Yunjin is so, so easy to fuck: you can pound into her as rough and steady and fast as she'd begged - there with your other hand, pulling hard, hard, at the loose, dark locks of her hair. Where it has Yunjin gasping, moaning, the whole nine. She has to look to find her balance - and meets the two silhouettes framed inside the reflection on the window. Two shapes, lost in the blurred shadow and outline of lights outside the hotel window, behind which the whole city and its crowds might have stopped the way they'd started, with the rest of you caught between these strange moments:

First, the mindfulness. The purpose and meaning in movement, sensation. In being alive and young, hot, gorgeous and dumb as you can afford to be be.

Yunjin's murmuring, "right there, I want you," or telling, or begging, "don't, you have no idea, I, no-" until your body presses flush up against hers, hips rocking into her perfect figure - taking you like she was built for it, and everything feels so much tighter now, so much closer. Her palms and cheek against the glass, her knees are all shaking and ready to fold at any moment. "So deep, fuck. Fuck me right there, just like that."

Then as you suppose, the unbridled lust on display: Yunjin's turned to this kind of abandon - she's swearing out loud, saying things that have no name and very little form until you've dragged the roughness of your fingers all over her body and found she needs a palmprint on her inner thighs, her ass. That she's whimpering with every deeper plunge until, finally, she gets what she's after - and the words are falling out of her mouth. All it does is mean nothing now - whatever you've been waiting to hear, the pleas to fuck her harder, the cocksleeve talk, or any other request or order.

It's a small miracle, really, considering how she'd gotten you throbbing and aching with just the press of her lips and the dangerous little curl of her tongue - the tight heat all in the back of her throat - but Yunjin cums first.

Loudly. 

Messily, too, as she rides out the feeling - tightness gathering right into her core. But her head, it's in the clouds and a little far away, the skyline bathing her skin in shades of glittering silver and gold. And god, the heat of her tight, twitching, soaked pussy - pulsing around the thrusting curve of your cock: the sublime kind of place, spot, rhythm.

How her arms give out and she's pressed, flushed, back to chest with you, right there. Her words are soft. Wholly unimaginative: yes and fuck, yes and oh, she wants you, loves how well you fuck. The murmur comes from that gorgeous body of hers, the exact shape of everything that feels good to feel. The jut of her hips and her legs are longer than her height suggests they'd be, flawless from the ankle and foot to her thigh to where your arm wraps around the base of her ribs, hugging her from the back.

It's a perfect fit.

And not in the glass-slipper kind of way that means there is such a thing as a soulmate, no.

"Cum in me," she breathes, and then - all over. That's it. The moment your fingers are splayed back out over the pane of window, she can't hold her gaze steady. Those tears prick up at the corner, where they get caught. Where her voice is too high and pitchy - begging, a whining noise and some syllable. Something inaudible that has pressing these hot, open-mouthed kisses right into the pretty rise-and-falls of her spine. The sloppy-wet sound from your cock slipping back in, and back again, until you're just left fucking these little ragged breathes out of her chest.

The space between her lips and the glass, the white-ghosting breaths of air out between those plump little pouts that have shaped and molded themselves into some version of words, a few half-finished pleads: “kiss, hold, fill, fuck, just," and, "my body, love-

"Your fucking pussy, Yunjin, holy shit, it's - fucking - so, god," you all but growl out.

Pounding into the tight clench of her cunt.

The bed in the other room might be the better choice, the sheets and pillows for more support than the hard wall she's propped against. But the glass, to see the view and take her up against it: it feels nice, cool and comfortable, even when your motion makes it fogged and sticky with condensation. She had, when your first thrust pushed inside the molten heat of her pussy, reached around the corner - fingertips splaying wide apart, up, along the foggy pane, watching the shadow of her palms turn blurry and indistinguishable against the soft glow of neon beyond.

"I'm cumming," you tell her, "I'm cumming - fuck," before shoving her body even further into the glass. Fucking her hard - just short of bending her to the point of where she might break.

That last stroke or two goes a little wild; all that coiled and pressurized want and need, boiling over the moment you fuck your cum deep into her trembling body. This time, your sounds aren't just the thoughtless hum and groan from the depth of your lungs, but some collection of dirty words, grunts. Nasty things. A whole host of obscenities: like how it's for the sake of claiming, leaving something of yourself behind. How you're pulling the smooth, curve of her hips into your body to push as much of yourself inside the gripping warmth of her. How your hot cum is starting to spill from her pink, perfect, hole - all for the better because when you take your thumb and swirl and trace and smear all along her slippery-wet slick, she gets like this: squirming in these lazy, needy little wriggles against your touch.

It takes the two of you sometime longer to move. Not long, but, you know, a little while.

When it is that Yunjin comes back to herself, you feel the smile as the ghost over your arm.

The kind of thing to ask, though you're too fucked to pay attention, are questions about life: where do you go to school, how long will you stay? All of that. There's a quiet moment where your mind plays back, vaguely, a little more intensely, the realization - and regret of it, the waste - of fucking a stranger for a night.

And in a real short moment:

"That was - really good," she says, still not recovered quite enough to walk.

Yunjin sounds all that same: a stranger. Not familiar. That's, like, your last chance or whatever. Before this becomes a one-off.

("Stay for a while?" is what she doesn't manage to ever ask.)

"Have to leave early tomorrow." And she looks at you, shoulders dipping at the ends. She says things like: "my work," and "we have an international flight. Customs is a bitch."

"Oh," is what you say to all that, looking her body over again, drinking down all the small details of her. The ones you'll lose forever after tonight. All of them, you know.

All because that's how it had to be, from the start.

"For sure."

Yunjin's hands are twisting at the end of her hair, stroking and brushing through the silky, black strands. Just for something to do: maybe, optimistically to keep herself occupied with some semblance of a thought that has nothing at all to do with how she can't seem to shake this sudden, cresting wave of frustration - how there's an urgent throb from deep within, pushing into her skin like a force.

You swallow. Try to smile. "It was fun."

-

The hotel's checkout desk is staffed by a cheerful looking man, almost fresh out of high-school. Too cheerful a smile, perhaps, and maybe a little too bright for the time of day. You'd been busy pacing the lobby, trying not to stare at your phone for the third or fourth time since stepping out of the elevator. Your feet have scuffed the ground under the coffee table, around the floral couches - almost tripping over the boutiques lined in the middle of this path. Likely you'd have considered them if you weren't focused elsewhere.

Thinking about how you'd put off any discussion about piecing back together your rental suit.

"Did you have a good stay, sir?" the concierge asks, reaching out across his desk to pick up a card. He's placing a machine in front of him.

Your face warms ever-so-slightly. "Wonderful."

"That's what we like to hear. Just swipe your key here."

The machine's screen flashes and there's another cheerful beep, indicating everything was processed.

"Could you get me my receipt?"

"Absolutely. One second."

And the printer whirs to life: spitting out line-after-line of printed data. Until there are twelve characters of nonsense and garbage, including but not limited to the link to a questionnaire and an explanation for all the boxes marked 'x'. It also indicates your total costs (minimal, really) and lists a detailed breakdown of services: breakfast, in-room bar, laundry, towels - all the necessities.

"There, would you like- wait. Sir? Someone asked me to hand this to you," and after reaching under the desk, "looks like a suit jacket of sorts."

"Oh."

He raises an eyebrow. "From the event, I'm assuming."

It's hard to tell what it's about. But as you wrap your fingers into the cloth of the fabric, tug at it a bit, there's a note that slips and falls to the floor.

You sort of frown, skeptical. Fumble with the note. And the note says this:

In your absence, I helped myself to your jacket, your wallet, an extra serving of breakfast, as well as a large iced-coffee. Promise you I'll get the next one. Call me: (xxx)-xxx-xxxx.

Affectionately, your (girl)friend for an evening,

Huh Yunjin

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the red means i love you

Reader/Doppelgänger Francis (main focus on the doppelgänger aspect) (reader goes by she/her and is described with vaginal terms)

posted on my AO3

word count: 2.6k

title from The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Contains: monster fucking (doppelgänger fucking), headcanon design for non-disguised doppels, barbed dick, breeding, and blood drinking

You let the wrong one in, but maybe it's not as bad as it seems when you invite him back to your apartment.

“Mmm…”  The voice sounds uncanny, too similar to Francis with the slightest hint of a purr that the tired milkman would never express, “I’m rather thankful that you let me in earlier, you know?”  His uniform is clean and tidy, well put together in a way that Francis would never be able to achieve due to his early morning risings.  His hair is just barely out of place.  Things that no one would notice-- things that make her wish that she had called Francis’ apartment to see if he was home.

“W-Wha-!”  The doorman stumbles back in fear, causing her to bump her back into the chest of the doppelgänger who all too readily wraps his arms around her waist.  One of his hands trails down her rigid arm and grabs the hand of hers that is trembling its way towards the phone.  Even if he didn’t intervene, the D.D.D. would not arrive in time to prevent any damages, he was in the safety room.  His fingertips are inhuman, too sharp but not yet undisguised, as they intertwine with her own to prevent her from dialing the number she memorized so easily.

“Shhh, shhh…  There’s no reason for you to be afraid.”  He coos, brushing his nose against the exposed flesh of her neck.  “No need to scream, no need to squirm, no need to put up a fight…”  His voice is velvety but now lacks the tiredness the real Francis carries.  It’s not surprising that he’s giving up his disguise piece by piece, she assumes that it must take some level of effort to be so near-perfectly disguised and she knows at this point she’s utterly fucked.  “I could take you away from this annoying position forever if you want.  No pesky D.D.D. agents, no more anxiety from our kind, no more living in fear.  Sounds pretty nice, hm?”  His free hand goes to hold her chin, his sharp thumb slightly digging into her jawline.

“But I gotta protect my neighbors.  My job-- sitting here and looking at everyone and their documents, it might suck at times but it keeps everyone safe.”  She says, her voice trembling.  Her throat is bone dry from fear, her chest aches from the uneven breathing leaving her slightly open lips.

“Oh, my dear, that’s such a noble sentiment.”  The doppelgänger sighs dramatically before shaking his head.  He spins her around in his grasp, the hand that was holding hers goes to her waist.  His fingers trace along her jawline, making sure to keep a gentle, but firm, grip on her so she cannot try to escape.  There’s a bright grin on his face, his teeth too white to be human.  “But how many times have they let you down?  Surely they have failed you before.  People are fickle creatures; they don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone.  I promise to protect you, sweetheart, just let me stay with you tonight, hm?”

Her mind races, so many thoughts of her own death and the death of her neighbors.  “How do I know you won’t hurt me?”  The answer is obvious-- if the doppel were going to hurt her, he already would have.  He’s stronger than her, stronger than any human and she’s still in his grasp.  If he wanted to maim her, he would have already.  “You doppelgängers just want to kill and eat us.”

“Ah, you misunderstand me, darling!  I could never harm a hair on your lovely head.”  The doppelgänger earnestly insists.  His thumb brushes gently across her cheek, trying to so lovingly convince her.  “All I want is to hear more stories about your day and listen to those sweet little fears of yours…  And yes, perhaps indulge myself in some delicious blood as well.”  He’s whispering intimately, as if they’re a pair of lovers.  The grip on her waist tightens slightly but remains mostly gentle, it’s almost comforting despite the sharp nails against her shirt.  “C’mon… please trust me.”

“But I-”  her voice dies out the longer she allows herself to fall into the illusion of mutual trust.

“It’s okay, my love,” he murmurs understandingly, “don’t overthink things, hm?”  He kisses her temple tenderly, a perfect imitation of love between humans.  His eyes flicker towards the phone, allowing even himself to dream of a different world where he could whisk her away and keep her all to himself.  “Let’s just go for now, let’s go somewhere private where no one can bother us.”

She relents easily, tearing her gaze from his face and allowing it to travel down the white uniform before making its way back up to his face.  “My apartment is on the first floor.  We… We can go there together.  We don’t have to worry about others seeing us, everyone else is in for the night.”

Francis’ grin grows even more, his canines growing sharper than any humans can be naturally, “That sounds perfect.”  He sounds appreciative, leading him gently to the door to exit the safety room.  The walk to the apartment is short.  As the apartment door closes, the intensity changes slightly; he is watching her carefully while also taking the new space.  “Nice place.  So cozy…”

“Thank you….” She murmurs. “I figured it’s safer for you to be here than anywhere else in the complex.”

Francis’ doppelgänger hums thoughtfully before nodding in agreement.  After the brief exchange, he takes the opportunity to explore the small apartment, touching things lightly as if trying to understand their purpose and history though touch alone.  Every movement exudes confidence in his decision-making process, evaluating the potential of each object.  “You’re so brave, you know.  C’mere.”

She walks over to him hesitantly and stands there.  The doppelgänger is taller than her.  Despite it all, since he’s imitating one of her neighbors that she’s rather fond of, she feels herself relaxing.  He wraps an arm around her waist casually, pulling her close while leaning down until their hands nearly touch.  He inhales deeply, enjoying the warmth that a human being brings.  He drawings circles on his back with his free hand.  He continues to lean down slowly -- closer and closer to her neck.  Her breath hitches as his nose finally meets her neck.  Her hands meet his waist and tighten slightly, crinkling his shirt.  Adrenaline is racing through her body, making her tremble slightly but she refuses to pull away.  The way the doppelgänger rubes and nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck is the sweetest thing she’s experienced recently.

The doppelgänger lets out a satisfied rumble, savoring the sensation of her trembling beneath his touch.  If anyone saw them now, they’d assume it was two lovers locked in passion.  His lips brush against the skin he finds lightly before he stops abruptly.  “Promise me something -- promise that you won’t run away.”

“...”  She considers his words carefully.  Every primal instinct in her is begging her to run, to get away as fast as she can.  But she hasn't and, to be honest to herself, she doesn’t want to.  She’s rather content staying like this, being in his arms with his face buried in her neck.  She know he could bite her, sink sharp teeth in her neck and finish her life in less than a second, but she finds herself trusting that he won’t.  “ I promise.”

“Good girl.”  He praises softly, finally giving into temptation and pressing his teeth gently against her neck.  Not hard enough to yet draw blood, just merely teasing her.  His arm tightens around her as the gravity of her promise fully settles between the pair.  The danger she’s in never fully dissipates but mixes well with the affection he’s showing her.  “You deserve a reward for trusting me.”

“Oh?  Like what?” She asks, her grip on him loosening as her body adapts to the unfamiliar situation.

Francis’ doppelgänger chuckles, the vibrations tickling her neck.  “Don’t fret, just something that will make us both happy.”  With a groan, he allows his disguise to slip further and further, his teeth sharpening.  They puncture her skin ever so slightly, blood trickles immediately out of the small wounds.  With a satisfied hum, he pulls away and licks his lips, allowing blood to pool.  “Just relax, enjoy this moment.”  She struggles out a broken moan; it’s not necessarily painful but it reminds her of how weak and vulnerable she is in the moment, a feeling that is intoxicating.  “Relax.” he murmurs against her skin soothingly.  There was no aggression or hunger driving him, it was just to provide nutrients for him to continue his time with her.  Slowly yet deliberately, he licks up the collected droplets while sucking lightly on the wound.  He alternates between suckling and licking the wounds, moaning.

“Y’gonna leave a hickey on me.” She sighs out, her body relaxing even further.

“Only for me to look at later.”  He promises, his breath hot on her dampened flesh.  The rhythm slows down until it stops altogether and he pulls away.  Slowly and carefully, he raises his gaze to meet hers.  “Now tell me more about those annoying D.D.D. agents.”

“I don’t know much about them, to be honest.  They don’t hang around after the cleaning procedure and they don’t talk to me aside from congratulating me on living another way.”  She says, swiping a bit of her own blood from his lips with his thumb.

“You should know more than that.”  He growls. “We could use your help some day.”

“We?  You want me to help the doppelgängers?”

“Of course.  Someone like you, someone so skilled at calling us out…  You could be helpful in our cause.”

“I don’t believe that’s such a worthy cause…” She murmurs, resting her head against his chest.  His heartbeat is inhuman, too slow to be human, but it’s relaxing.  “Though…”

“Though?  You would be safe -- you’d be part of our family.  Perhaps one day I could introduce you to some of the ones I’m closest to.”

“Mm.”  She weighs his words carefully.  In a disturbing, unacceptable way, it’s almost sweet.  “I suppose that, as long as I’m protected by you, I’d be honored to meet them.  Does that make us mates?”

“Indeed.”  Silence stretches between them for a moment.  “In our world, we share souls upon consummation.”  He stares into her eyes after the statement, gauging her reaction based on his customs.

“Ah, like marriages for humans then?  Do you want to consummate our bond?”

The doppelgänger stiffens slightly at first before relaxing.  “Yes.  But we must proceed cautiously.”

“Why’s that, my love?  Is your genitalia that different?”  She asks, leaning up to nuzzle her nose against his for a moment before pulling away and going to stroke his cheek softly.  The skin is rubbery and like ice against her fingers.

“Hm…  No, not quite.”  There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence, he allows her mind to wander with possibilities.  “Our release is also quite different, I believe.  Is that okay?”

She’s quiet for a moment, allowing herself time to fully comprehend the possibilities ahead of her. “Yes.  I want to be your mate, so please…  mate with me the way doppelgängers do.”  Francis’ doppelgänger feels a surge of triumph.  The transformation starts gradually as he allows himself to rip through his disguise.  The clothes rip and tatter, falling to the ground around him as she lets him go, allowing him to fully transform.  Glistening black scales peek through skin like moonlight reflecting off ocean waves, his fingers grow out to sharp daggers, his arms and legs elongate as his muscles tense.  His teeth barely fit in his mouth, the sharp points poking slightly over his lips.  His cock is impossibly thick and long, tiny barbs lining the sides as it oozes black pre-cum.  He lifts her effortlessly, his hands on her ass as he carries her to her bedroom and places her gently on the bed.

“Lie back.”  He commands quietly, watching every breath he takes with anticipation and hunger.  She lays back, obediently as he hovers over her patiently.  There’s no shame or hesitation in his gaze as his hand travels up her shirt to lift it over her head.  She tugs off her pants, leaving her in her bra and panties.  His gaze is full of pride.  “You’re mine now, my soulmate.”

“You’re perfect.”  She says softly, cupping his face and kissing his monstrous face lovingly.  Her lips meet his rough lips and pointed teeth.  She winces preemptively as his sharp claws make easy work of her panties, tugging on the fabric until it tears away and reveals her glistening sex.  The thick, black sludge lubricates his cock, making it ease into her cunt slowly and easily despite its grand size.  She feels the tiny barbs grow slightly, just enough to dig into her walls to prevent her from squirming away or resisting.

He hisses appreciatively at the compliment and the feeling of her heat enveloping her slowly.  “You’re tight.”  He grunts out raggedly, thrusting deep.  The sensation matches beast-like intensity, every movement echoing throughout the small bedroom.

“Hah, you’re bigger than I expected.  So fuckin’ thick.” She pants out, her cunt swallowing his cock with little resistance.  “I was scared about the bars, but shit…  your cock is so perfect for me.”  The doppelgänger lets out an animalistic moan at her declaration, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and intense.

“That’s it!  Take everything I got!”  He exclaims hoarsely, nails digging into her hips.  “Answer me, would you want children?”  He gasps urgently.  Despite the heaviness of the question he posed, he keeps pushing relentlessly -- seeking assured release.

“I-I-!  Yes!  I want to swell with your young.”  She says lovingly, moaning.

He roars at his words, bowing low to catch her lips.  The kiss is filled with dominance and ownership.  “Perfect.”  He growls into her mouth, shifting positions easily so she’s on top of him.  “Ride me until we’re done.”

She straddles him easing, wincing as the shift in positioning digs his barbs deep into her cunt.  “Fuck, baby…”  She breathes out, her hands on his chest.  Her hips raise up and down rapidly despite her legs trembling greatly.

“Let me see those pretty eyes looking into mine.”  He orders hoarsely.  He hisses as her cunt adjusts.  The pain she felt was only temporary, but served its purpose well: reminding her whose body she was riding, a dangerous creature holding immense power over her.  His own gaze burned with need and desperation, pleading silently for satisfaction.  

She looks into his eyes obediently, so full of adoration for the monster.  “I-I-...”  Her breath hitches, she can’t finish her sentence.  She’s too embarrassed to admit her love for him.  Instead, she leans down to kiss him.  Her soft lips meeting his rough, uneven ones.

“Say it.  Tell me how much we mean to each other.”  He demands huskily.  His barbs grow slightly more, haling her movements for a single second.  It’s a sign of his nearing climax that’s mirrored by her frantic movements once she adjusts to the growth.

“I love you, fuck, I love you!”  She moans loudly.  Her cunt begins to quiver and massage his cock.  “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me.”  She whimpers as his barbs dig in even more as her tight walls convulse around him.  Suddenly she can feel a torrent of his dark, murky cum release deep into her cunt.  His cock swells greatly, making her gasp and cum around him.  Her slick dribbles down his cock and coats him.  Her body slowly relaxes as his barbs retract but he remains swollen.  She lays limp against him, breathing heavily.

He roars hoarsely, pumping several times harder with his thickened cock.  He remains still, breathing heavily with his arms tight around her as he lays on his side, holding her tight to his chest.  It’ll take several minutes for his cock to decrease in size, but it’s unlikely that either of the two will be awake.  “Our bond is sealed.”  He rasps against her ear, nuzzling gently against sensitive skin.

[cherrywrecked]

what iffff g!p karina corrupting her innocent step sister wonyoung by playing a blindfold game whete she has to guess whatever’s in her mouth and rina takes advantage of that🫨then it escalates from there until she forcefully takes away wony’s virginity

i'm not sure about the forcefully part... i embarrassingly missed that part of the request... but here!

karina and wonyoung as step sisters would be deadly, honestly, but can you imagine being karina in that situation? a situation where the girl had been secretly crushing on her younger step sister? exactly.

it was supposedly one of their family game nights, but tonight, their parents had to leave halfway through it, being on call at work. it was just karina and wonyoung left together. the older one doesn't know what to do, she felt awkward… being alone with wonyoung like this. specially if she was just thinking of fucking the innocent girl before they went down to play with their parents? bullshit, right? the two of them were now left alone and wonyoung was obviously upset that their game had to end early.

“unnie, can’t we continue the game together? i’m bored.” wonyoung said with a pout, head resting against her sister’s shoulder as they sat next to each other on the couch. she was looking at the item in hand—a slim alcohol bottle they had in the living room. they were playing the game guess what’s on my hand! after all. maybe she was ovulating, but god… wonyoung looks utterly gorgeous tonight. was it her hair tied up in a ponytail or was it her satin pair of nightwear that made karina’s cock twitch under the throw pillow she’s using to cover her thighs? “are you that bored, wonyoung-ah?” karina says with a chuckle, one arm draping around wonyoung’s shoulder as she pulls her closer. “mhm! very. i want to continue our game earlier, or maybe make it more difficult?” wonyoung looked excited. her long hair swayed along with her body as she sat on the couch, legs crossed. “how about we play the game, but instead of using our hands, we use our mouths instead? but of course, no disgusting stuff, okay?” wonyoung was so firm with her words, it was cute and funny that it made karina chuckle. but was it really that, or was it the nervousness coming out of her in the form of giggles as she thought of something crazy?

“alright. who goes first?” karina, mirroring wonyoung’s position. wonyoung asks karina to go first and it didn’t even last long, karina guessed the item right away. “unnie! you’re no fun, how are you so good with your mouth?” wonyoung says with a pout. karina only looked at her, staring at wonyoung’s innocent face, trying to find any trace of malice from her expressions, but no. was wonyoung really really that innocent? it made karina want her more. “you’ll do better than me, wonyoung! trust yourself. alright, let’s have you wear this.” karina said as she carefully put on the blindfold on wonyoung. it was now or never.

karina asked a minute for wonyoung and the little girl only hummed, already making guesses in her brain what her unnie’s item might be. a notebook? it was easy to kiss around it… or maybe a spoon? she doesn’t know! she doesn’t have any idea at all. “alright, wonyoung-ah. open up.” karina, now naked on her lower half and stroking her slightly erected cock, she watches wonyoung open her mouth and fuck. the string of saliva against wonyoung’s teeth, her wet mouth… she wanted her pink lips around her tip so bad. “unnie, where is it?” wonyoung says, whiny as she was getting impatient. karina first brushed her tip along wonyoung’s lower lip. “mhm? that feels soft!”  wonyoung comments, eagerly kissing around the tip of karina’s cock. the older girl held her erection making sure none of wonyoung’s kisses would be missing. she was so fucking innocent, it’s funny and at the same time, pathetic. how can someone so beautiful be this innocent, pure… virgin. virgin. right! wonyoung has to be a virgin.

karina didn’t even notice wonyoung’s hands now wrapped around her length. “wonyoung…” karina mumbles and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger girl. “yes, unnie?” the little girl says in the cutest voice possible. “you can try sucking on it… you know, to feel it better?” karina felt disgusting. fooling her sister like that. but she can’t take it anymore. a gasp escapes her mouth when wonyoung encircles her lips around her tip, sucking on it. “unnie, what is it? i really don’t kn—” wonyoung’s words were cut off when karina unconsciously thrusted her hips and fucked her mouth. slightly choking on her cock, wonyoung pushed the girl away and took the blindfold off, eyes widened when she saw karina’s big dick in front of her. it was hard, pink, clean, and wet at the tip. “w-what are you… unnie!” wonyoung squealed, blushing as she pulled away, but karina was faster than she was. karina held her wrist. “wonyoung-ah. please. help unnie just this once, mhm?”

karina’s eyes were big and shiny, she looked desperate. wonyoung has to admit, kissing and even sucking on her unnie’s dick definitely wasn’t that bad at all… in fact, she could feel her core getting wet at the thought and sight of it. “b-but i don’t… i haven’t…” not letting her finish her words, karina sat next to her and guided her hand on her cock. “just wrap your hand around it… yeah, just like that. now move up and down slowl—holy shit. y-yeah, like that, wonyoung-ah… so good.” she fit perfectly around wonyoung’s hands. the younger girl already knew her step sister was different than her and it had always made her curious about… that. and she also already knew her sister was hot. fuck, even wonyoung’s friends are all over karina, but she never understood why they kept saying they would fuck her… until tonight. “unnie, i feel weird… here…” wonyoung, shyly points at her core which made karina giggle. ah, her innocence was driving the older girl insane.

“want unnie to make you feel good, wony?” the girl nodded rather too enthusiastically and the next thing she know, they were now both naked, karina’s lips are now on her tits, sucking on it, even leaving marks around it. wonyoung could only moan and grope on karina’s thighs as she carelessly feel for her cock. “you’re learning really well, wonyoung-ah… but this isn’t fun anymore, is it?” wonyoung looked at karina with her sultry eyes, lower lip caught in between her teeth. “how about you lay back for me, mhm? there we go, open your legs, angel.” 

wonyoung lays there with her legs wide open. karina settles in between her legs as she stroke her cock in her hand while the other caresses wonyoung’s inner thighs, bringing it up to her pussy, obviously soaked as she could see wonyoung dripping. karina uses her hand to play with wonyoung’s clit, rubbing it in circular motions while her tip teases wonyoung’s hole. karina’s cock twitches at the warmth of wonyoung’s cunt and so does the younger girl who now can’t keep her legs open. overstimulated, lightheaded, horny, all she ever wants is her unnie. “i’ll make you feel good, mhm?” before wonyoung could even reply, karina already had her tip inside wonyoung’s entrance. a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips. karina stays still, waiting for wonyoung to breathe again. and she does. it was karina’s queue to push deeper.

wonyoung’s mouth was left ajar, legs slightly trembling at the pain and pleasure she was feeling. but the pain was not only for wonyoung to bear, but rina’s too. she was too tight. like her cunt was never penetrated before. a shame, if karina would think about it, but at the same time, she was glad. right now, this cunt is hers, and for her to take only. “i’m going to move, mhm? stay still, princess, just trust me, alright?” karina’s voice was deep, sexy—wonyoung trusts her. the pleasure is just too much. more so when rina’s fingers ghost atop her clit as she started thrusting her hips. “u-unnie~! h-hnng… rina unnie…” wonyoung drags her words in between the moans. 

karina focuses on her movements, her pace moderate until it increases, earning more sinful, loud moans from her younger sister. “fuck, wonyoung… you’re so tight… fucking hell.” wonyoung can’t speak, not even think… they both focus on each other. wony can feel karina’s cock getting bigger inside of her, if that’s even possible. it twitches with every thrust, hitting that same spot that gives the most pleasure to the younger girl.

there was a familiar notch forming on karina’s stomach as she approached her high while wonyoung, she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know anything at all. but it was her body telling karina everything that she can’t say. the way the younger’s body arched and her hands clench around karina’s wrists, her legs locking karina in between them—she was close. “baby, hold it in… please, baby—fuck, you’re so hot around my cock, wonyoung. i’m close…” wonyoung nodded, not really knowing what to do but to clench her pussy around karina’s dick. this was the older’s last straw. the tightness and warmth of wonyoung. karina gives one last hard push into wonyoung before releasing her cum inside of the younger. wonyoung moans loudly, screaming karina’s name as she shook under the older girl. rina groped wony’s tits as she too, rides her high. her index finger and thumb rolling the sensitive nub.

the older girl slowly pulls herself back, the sound of her cock escaping wonyoung’s tightness made the younger gasp softly before she curls her body, legs closing, making karina’s cum and her own ooze out of the girl’s tight hole. it doesn’t miss karina’s sight, and fingers, apparently. rina uses two of her fingers, coating it with their cum before pushing wonyoung back to face her. “open your mouth, wony. we’re not done playing yet, aren’t we?” karina says with a sheepish grin plastered on her face while she shoves her cum coated fingers inside wonyoung’s mouth, forcing the girl to suck them clean.

[shadowdaddies]

Your Nesta fic was so hot but imagine this: being in a quad with Az, Cass, and Nesta and Nesta punishing you in front of them 😫

I- this is so hot I need to get some fresh air

The Dilemma

Nesta x Reader x Azriel x Cassian

warnings: pure smut, oral f!receiving, edging, pussy spanking, bondage, use of strap-on, cockwarming, p in v sex

“You still don’t want to talk?” Nesta purred, her soft voice low and teasing, at odds with how tightly she bound the silk ties around your wrists.

Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and arousal at the position, completely bare as you knelt on the mattress facing where Cassian and Azriel were seated.

Nesta’s nails raked up your sides, pulling your back to her chest as she pinched your nipples harshly, twisting and pulling. “I know it was one of them who decided to use you to tease me. I smell both of them on you.”

A hand slid down your front, palm flat as she inched closer to your throbbing core. She paused, hand hovering over where you needed her most. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear, tongue flicking out before whispering her taunt. 

“You know you deserve to be punished. Sending your pleasure down the bond like that, making it impossible for me to focus on training,” she growled the last words, unable to control her own frustrations. “But if you tell me whose idea it was, I’ll lessen your punishment.”

Cassian and Azriel sat straight in their chairs, both still naked from your earlier actions. Like you, they knew better than to push Nesta any further, lest they worsen their own punishments. 

A harsh slap to your pussy sent a jolt through you, a small yelp escaping your lips at the sting of Nesta’s hand. You were really in for it tonight, but you forced your gaze toward the ceiling to avoid giving away who had started all of this. Azriel.

He’d come home from mission, eager to touch you despite Nesta telling you and Cassian to wait for her to join you. As much as you tried to wait, you burned for Azriel’s touch, his hazel eyes glowing with desire impossible to resist. 

Both you and Cassian knew that whatever Nesta might do  to punish you, was nothing compared to what the shadowsinger would have in store if you ratted him out. 

And now, you lay bare and bound before all of them, arousal dripping onto the sheets as Nesta made a display of your humiliation. “I guess you will get all of my attention then... As you so desperately craved.”

A delicate hand wound around your hair, eliciting a whimper from you as the valkyrie yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch, neck exposed. 

“Please, Nes. I’m sorry. It was me,” you breathed, tears already welling behind your eyes from the pure need to have her hands on you. 

She laughed softly behind you, the sound devoid of humor as she ran a hand along your inner thighs, feather-light touch leaving you careening against her hold. 

“We both know it wasn’t you pet,” she murmured, teeth grazing your throat. Without warning, she plunged two fingers into your heat, curling and twisting while her thumb swiped at your clit.

Pathetic moans left you, the scent of arousal growing heady in the room as a groan escaped Cassian. Brow furrowed, your jaw hung open in ecstasy as the coil wound tighter. 

Pussy clenching around Nesta’s fingers, you mumbled a warning that you were close - only for her to pull her hand away. You’d hardly registered the shock when Nesta stuffed her hand into your mouth, long fingers wet with your own slick. 

“Suck,” she ordered, the hand holding your hair pushing you forward to take her further into your mouth. A whine escaped you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought the instinct to look at either of the males in front of you.

“Good pet,” Nesta cooed as you sucked her digits eagerly, her own silver eyes not focused on you at all, but Azriel’s shadows that oscillated with need and irritation.

Slipping her fingers from your mouth, Nesta’s hands moved to your hips, quickly flipping you onto your back, hands awkwardly bound beneath you. 

“Azriel, you may lend some shadows,” Nesta purred with a wicked smile, golden brown hair falling out of her braid as she lowered herself over your puffy clit. Tongue flicked out just as shadows began twining over your body, soft touches driving you mad with need.

“More, please,” you begged, tears falling down as Azriel’s shadows worked in tandem with Nesta’s tongue, all of them lapping lazily at your most sensitive parts as you were held on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what to do if you want this to stop,” she crooned, tongue prodding at your entrance to emphasize her power over you.

“I- I can’t,” you sobbed, eyes rolling back as cool shadows pinched your nipples. You felt Nesta’s presence pull away before another smack landed against your pussy.

“Fine, then.” Once again, you were flipped around like a doll, this time your ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed to the sheets as you were forced to look at where Cassian and Azriel sat. Their cocks were painfully hard and leaking, both males’ wings practically twitching as they struggled to stay put.

The sound of a drawer opening and closing sounded from behind you, pussy clenching around nothing in reaction when you realized what was coming.

Nesta’s strap snapped onto her hips, her cock sliding lazily up and down your abused pussy. Rocking against her, you silently pleaded for her to take you. Hard or soft, fast or slow - you didn’t care anymore.

With one swift thrust, Nesta’s cock was fully inside of you, stretching your walls with a painful pleasure. Hands gripped your waist firmly, her hips snapping against yours at a brutal pace like never before. 

A hand landed harshly on your ass, the sting eliciting a scream from your lips as your legs shook beneath you. “Come on, love. Tell me whose idea it was, and I’ll let you cum,” Nesta cooed, unrelenting in her pace.

You couldn’t stop yourself, eyes flicking to Azriel’s in a desperate attempt for mercy, a bargain, anything. Immediately, Nesta stilled behind you, and as Azriel’s gaze flicked to hers, you knew that you’d given him away.

“I knew it,” Nesta scoffed, pulling out of you before releasing your binds. Azriel thrummed with anger, eyes darting to yours in silent promise that confirmed what you already knew: you were now in for a much worse punishment.

“Get up,” Nesta commanded, voice breezy and calm as she smacked your ass. You fumbled to stand, holding onto the edge of the mattress for support as your legs failed to hold you up.

“I- I didn’t...” you fumbled for words, searching Nesta with pleading eyes. 

Cruel amusement shone in her silver gaze, which never left yours as she crooked a finger, beckoning Cassian to her. “Cassian, on the bed,” she ordered. “And you,” she growled, “on Azriel’s cock.”

“Do not move,” Nesta directed at Azriel and you, and you understood what she meant. You lowered yourself to Azriel’s cock, his hands holding you firmly on his hips as he filled you so deeply.

“Now you’ll watch Cassian fuck me, while I think about what to do about the both of you,” the valkyrie purred, lowering to her knees and elbows just how you’d been minutes prior while Cassian lined up behind her.

“I hope you know how much trouble you’re in,” Azriel breathed, his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine. 

You watched Nesta’s face, pure bliss at the feeling of Cassian inside of her and you clenched around Azriel’s cock. No words came from the shadowsinger, but his grip tightened on your hips as shadows began to twine up your legs. 

Heart thundering in your chest, you whined as you made eye contact with Nesta on the bed, bracing yourself for the long night ahead of you.

[lemonmaid]

Parenting 101

Enter gojo and geto pre-scenting items for their new pup

Warnings: omegaverse, toddler/Newborn reader, mentions of infertility, family Fluff. Worried Suguru, Gender Neutral reader, No one dies AU, modern AU

Did Suguru need to use Satoru's card and basically buy a whole store?

No.

But it wasn't like Satoru was going to complain or pay for it, that's the Gojo's Clan problem, plus they wouldn't care as long as it was for pup stuff.

“Papa, can we get McDonald's-”.

“I want a happy meal!”.

“No, I want KFC!!”.

“But we had that yesterday Mimiko-”.

Suguru pinched his nose, “no one is getting anything unless you start acting right, we are in the middle of the mall. Also it's almost dinner time, We have food at home”.

The four pups looked at Suguru wide eyed.

Megumi was starting to pout, the four year old's lip quivered, his milky scent quickly turning sour, Tsumiki noticed quickly, “Geto-san, Megumi is crying”.

Suguru sighed, picking up Megumi and pulling him into his neck. “Girls. Can you please grab the bags, we are going home”.

‘One more can't hurt he said, one more every time’

Satoru was currently at home with a lady that was currently filling out paperwork for a house study.

“So, Gojo-san. Four pups, you and your mate want one more?”.

Satoru huffed, “we… always wanted a big family…”

“How charitable-”

“Listen, can't you accept that we might actually like kids and want to have a loving family? we aren't in this for the money or tax benefits”.

The beta sighed, “Well… the house is big enough. Has enough bedrooms and bathrooms and I've already spoken to your mate and children the day before, I'll contact you when we find a good fit”.

Satoru sighed in relief. “Thank you so much”.

On cue, a tired Suguru, a sleeping Megumi and three rowdy girls walked into the house, “We're home!!”.

Satoru jumps up immediately, taking Megumi from Suguru, “Go rest hon, I've got it from here”. Suguru nods before dragging himself upstairs.

“Papa lied! There isn't any food!” Mimiko slammed the fridge-door.

Satoru nervously laughed, “she's joking”.

The beta woman raised an eyebrow, “here's my card info and the case number”. She says her goodbyes and leaves.

“Girls-”.

“I want KFC!!”

“Dad-”

“Gojo-san-”

“GIRLS!” Suguru yelled.

The three girls got quiet looking at Suguru who stood at the end of the stairs, “rooms now”.

The girls hurried to their rooms, leaving Megumi, who was napping on the couch.

“Is everything okay babe?”

Suguru sighed, “I'm just… nervous, stressed and overstimulated”.

Satoru wrapped Suguru in a tight hug, “it's going to be okay, we've done great with the other four, a newborn isn't any different”.

‘Isn't any different’. Suguru scoffed, when they took in Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi needed to be potty trained and Tsumiki needed help brushing her teeth daily. Suguru sighed, “are we actually ready to have a newborn?”

Satoru shrugged, “I think so, I mean, the parenting books say we are ready”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “oh so what does the parenting say to do now”. He points up the stairs where the girls are eavesdropping. “Do we give in and buy KFC because I'm not touching a stove tonight-”.

“I'll cook”.

“You cannot cook”.

“Um… ramen?”.

Suguru sighed, “fine”.

As Satoru boiled water in the electric kettle, Suguru tended to the nursery, scenting all the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals that were being prepped for their newborn.

Suguru stared at the mountain of blankets, something felt off, nothing felt right.

Satoru interrupted his thoughts, “knock knock, are you feeling any better?”.

“I'm just….nervous. This is the first time We can scent anything for the pup. We couldn't do it for the other four, I didn't want to overwhelm them. Now I can scent-”.

“You're making yourself sick worrying like this, you'll be fine, they'll be fine”.

Suguru handed a blanket for Satoru to smell.

“We'll make sure they are loved”.

[marcysgf]

attention.

★ – satoru wants your attention ;)

18+, mdni !!

☆ – this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it's bad :p pluzzz english is not my first language !

– ★ –

you knew you should've known better than to invite your friends to go out with you. not that they were bad or something, much the contrary. it's just that you knew he would come along, he always did. even after you broke up, a few months ago, he'd still make sure to go to every party you've been thinking about going to.

if it was just him being there, it'd be completely alright, you weren't children and could stay at the same room for a few hours without fighting. it would all be perfectly fine if satoru wasn't an attention seeker, doing his best to catch your attention and even ruining your potential dates.

it was always the same: every time a guy would even try to even look at you or try to approach you, he'd just wrap his arm around your waist in a possessive way while staring directly at the guy, or he'd just kiss the first person he saw in front of you, just to see if it'd bother you. it always did, even though you'd rather die than admit it. and, unfortunately for you, tonight was not different.

you were laughing at a joke a guy had just told you, a margarita in one hand while the other one landed on his large arm, a small smirk on your lips as you watched him practically eye fucking you. if you were lucky enough, you'd end up having more fun than planned at the end of the night. but, of course, all your plans were ruined again as soon as the white haired man came in scene.

“princess, you said you'd only get some drinks and come back, why are you taking so long?” his whiny voice echoed in your ears as his face approached your neck, leaving a wet kiss on it while his long arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. “oh, and who would that be?”

you gritted your teeth in annoyance at the man behind you, holding the urge to punch him right in face. you could feel the smirk in his voice as he stared at the poor guy, who watched the scene with a confused expression. “oh baby, is this guy bothering you? knew i shouldn't have left you alone, now everyone thinks they could talk to such a pretty thing like ya. now, buddy, will ya excuse us? need to have my girlfriend back.”

“satoru, fuck off. we already broke up months ago, stop acting like we're together.” you protested, trying to leave his embrace but he only tightened it, squeezing your waist.

“umm, sorry, i should leave now.” the guy said sheepishly, his face beet red as he quickly left the two of you alone.

and you just sat there in disbelief, your hand gripping the cup so tightly you thought it might break at any moment. gojo laughed childishly, making your even more angrier as you slapped his arm, rolling your eyes as he whined in your ear, telling you how mean you are.

“satoru, what in the fucking hell is wrong with you?!”

“what? can't i protect what's mine?” he answered simply, leaving a playful bite at your earlobe.

“i'm not yours and you know that damn well. stop acting like an asshole every time we go out!”

“is that so?” he smirked again, letting go of your body just to stand in front of you. his large hand carefully held your chin as it pulled you closer to his face, the delicious mix of his expensive cologne and the smell of the alcohol on his breath invading your nose. “if you hate it so much, why do you keep inviting me, baby? hm? hoping to wake up in my bed again?”

“fuck you, satoru.” you harshly reply, wanting to leave him alone but not being able to move a single muscle, your own body betraying you. your eyes flick to his rosy lips, then back to his blue eyes again. ignoring the way your brain yelled at you to stop, your body moved closer to his, your lips softly brushing against his before closing the gap, a quiet moan leaving both your mouths at the contact.

and that is how you ended up in this situation: your legs thrown over his shoulders as his hips hit the back of your thighs repeatedly, the loud sound of slapping skin echoing through his room. satoru's grip on your plush thighs were almost bruising the skin as his cock bullied the inside of your pussy, his tip kissing all the right spots with every thrust.

“fuck, baby, you're so hot.” he managed to say between his moans “missed– fuck– missed your pretty pussy... always take me so well.”

you moan loudly at his raspy voice, your pussy clenching hard around his dick as your hand sneaked between your legs to rub quick circles on your clit. it's barely been five minutes and you could already feel the knot tightening inside your stomach, your legs shaking lightly. and, of course, satoru noticed, how could he not when it was so hard to move when your pussy was squeezing his dick so much?

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” he smirk, his hand replacing your on your throbbing clit. “just f'me, right? you're all mine. bet that guy wouldn't even be able to satisfy you, you'd probably leave unsatisfied and come back to me, huh.”

“fuck, 'toru, just like that.” your moans are like music to his ears, and he makes sure to get them out of you with every move of his hips. your hands massaged your boobs through the lacy bra, pinching your sensitive nipples as you feel his cock massaging repeatedly your g-spot. your high came shortly after a few strokes of his, your whole body shaking in pleasure.

you whine loudly at the overstimulation, his cock never leaving your sensitive cunt, fucking it mercilessly. satoru groaned in your neck, biting it hard while he came inside you, his thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppier, his sticky cum painting your insides, as he was making a mess because he wouldn't stop even after cumming.

“t-toru, ah... too much, baby” he laughed quietly at your whiny voice, finally stopping the attack on your pussy. he slowly pulled back, his now soft dick leaving your warm cunt as he smiled at the mess he made.

“hmm, would've ruined your date earlier if i knew i could get to fuck you like this.” he joked while teasing your sensitive entrance with his long fingers, watching you shudder. he then kneeled down in front of you, his mouth leaving a wet kiss on your clit. “we're not done yet, pretty, need to make up for the time we lost.”

[vroombeams]

💙 for paring of ur choice?

thank u nonnie!!! here is your 💙drunken kiss💙 from the kiss prompt game with oscarmark because i have lost control of my life 😙

The Leclerc boy’s been all over Oscar all night. Of course Mark’s not bothered by it. Why would he be?

It’s just that Arthur Leclerc has that same kind of charm that his older brother has. A bit dumb on the outside, pretty, charismatic. Very touchy. Very willing to get into personal space without really thinking much of it, which is what he’s doing with Oscar right now. They’re both a little drunk, Mark thinks. Mark’s also… very drunk. He should know better by now.

He orders another whiskey anyway. Turns away for ten seconds to pick it up from the bar and when he turns back Arthur has his palm pressed up against Oscar’s, laughing brightly, comparing the size of their hands. Something childishly intimate. 

Just a week ago, Oscar had cornered Mark in the back of the garage. No one else around. Just a week ago, Oscar had backed Mark into a wall, tugging him in by his pass lanyard, pulling him down for a kiss. Of course Mark had turned him down. Of course Mark had pushed him away, gentle hand to Oscar’s wrist, down, down. Not here. Not now. Preferably not ever, if Mark keeps his head. 

But that was a week ago. A week ago Oscar wanted Mark and Mark had told him no. And now Oscar’s smiling, sun-like, with Leclerc speaking so close to his ear that Mark can see his lips brush its pinking shell.

Mark downs his whiskey. He crosses the room, unthinking. Not keeping his head at all.

“Mind if I borrow Oscar a minute,” Mark says once he’s in earshot, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. Takes Oscar’s arm and hauls him toward the back of the club, a quieter, darker place, where Mark won’t have to face himself so starkly.

Oscar doesn’t look overly shocked, when Mark can look at him. When Mark can pull him around and push him back against the wall. He doesn’t look surprised or afraid. Curious, maybe. Hazy-eyed with drink he shouldn’t be having, pink in the cheeks. Curious, curious.

Mark grips his arm tighter. Oscar blinks. Mark bends to kiss him hard on the mouth.

It’s still too loud back here to hear the exact sound Oscar makes. It doesn’t matter, really, if it’s surprised or upset or pleased. Mark swallows it down regardless, when Oscar’s lips part to make it. Swallows and licks into Oscar’s mouth, tongue across the edges of his front teeth, the tender palate of his mouth. 

And then he pulls back. His chest is tight and heavy. Oscar’s eyes are closed and his mouth stays open and partly puckered like he’s expecting more.

Mark’s already given too much. “No more,” he says. “Not tonight.” Not here. Not now.

Oscar blinks his eyes open and now he looks confused, mouth twisting. On the precipice of petulance. Mark ruffles his hair and he leaves him there, confused and frustrated and whatever else he might be. Doesn’t matter right now.

Mark needs another drink.

[divinelydecreed-custommade]

He's got a girlfriend anyway

Hey my loves, I wrote this ages ago and now see it reads like a Matty Healy blurb😭 there aren't any names though so it's really just a silly little story about you & your pretty boy bestie and the "will they/won't they hookup" energy that surrounds your not so platonic relationship. also - you're both in the like 19-21ish age range if you care about that for the visual

content - cheating adjacent (you might feel like its full blown cheating depending your moral compass lmao - proceed with caution if you're not here to read about that), pining fallingforyou vibes

You end up in his lap in the backseat of your best friend's car. It's purely logistical. You're both small and openly affectionate and it just makes sense for you two to cuddle up in the corner to leave room for your friends with longer legs and broader shoulders - although you probably would've ended up in the same position even if the backseat were totally empty.

You've been mistaken as his partner and he yours more times can either of you care to count. It might be because his fingers are always laced through yours when you're walking through town, or because your legs tend to find themselves draped over his when you inevitably sit next him on the sofa. Just about an hour ago your new drunk bathroom soulmate was saying how jealous she was because her boyfriend never wants to dance with her like yours was all night. You laugh it off with a "yeah, I love him!" Because you do. In a platonic way. Of course. Since he's got a girlfriend anyway. She's new and you like her well enough, but she couldn't come tonight and old habits die hard. So now your back is against the car door and your right side is against his chest. His left arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand is resting on your leg, keeping you steady as your friend takes sharp turns on the drive back.

You're both tired after a night of drinking and dancing and one of your hands is lazily playing with his curls while the other is tracing the fingers resting on your thigh. He's gently dragging his blunt nails down your back and everything feels nice, and easy, and comfortable. You could easily fall asleep surrounded by the scent of smoke and cologne clinging to his clothes and skin with the quiet music playing from the stereo. He shifts a little beneath you and you end up tugging his hair a little harder than you meant to. You whisper an apology in his ear but he just laughs softly as he continues to lean forward.

At first you think it unintentional - the way his lips just barely brush your neck - but that thought quickly leaves your head as he trails kisses down to your collarbone. You're still combing your fingers through his hair and pull at it again as you feel his teeth grazing the base of your throat much too lightly to leave a mark. You turn closer so you're almost chest to chest in the confines of the backseat and feel his lips curve into a smile against you. You trace your fingers down his shoulder to rest above his racing heart, satisfied that he seems as effected as you.

He's getting bolder, easing his hands under the hem of your top running across your bare back and ribs as the car comes to a stop at its first destination. You move to open the door once you realize you've made it to his already and hop out first, allowing him to follow behind you. You stand on tiptoes to hug him goodbye for the evening as his housemates head for the door, expecting him to say sleep well, or see you soon, or anything but what he actually says:

"Y'wanna come up?"

It shouldn't shock you as much as it does. You pull back enough to look at him with a furrowed brow, giving him the opportunity to say he was messing and take it back but he doesn't.

"I don't think Connie would appreciate that, love."

"Shit - I didn't mean to - sorry..fuck." He trails off.

"Forget it, just go to sleep, yeah? We'll talk in the morning if you want."

He quickly nods, "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

You squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his forehead before you leave and get back into the car. Now that the front seat is unoccupied, you slide in next to your best friend who simply says "The fuck was that?"

You wish you knew, but you just shake your head and press your fingers to your temples, looking down at your lap. "I dunno - he's drunk."

"Mm, maybe." She says, sounding wholly unconvinced. "He's always been so into you though."

"Yeah, well. Apparently not that into me." You say it and look over to her with a wry smirk that you hope ends this line of questioning.

It does - the next thing she asks if you wanna get fries on the way back to your shared apartment. Now that is a question to which you will always know the answer.

this is my first time sharing any writing on this acct - feel free to engage if you like ❤️

[storiesforallfandoms]

look at me ~ bo burnham

word count: 2323

request?: yes!

“so you already know that inside: the outtakes has gotten so many people back into their bo thing. me included. sooooo i was thinking, he’s a big guy, ya know👀 so my lil brain was doin some thinkin (not at all while horny) and it came up with this: bo fucking you in front of a mirror!! he’s holding you up, fucking you from behind, saying things like ‘look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock’. just, please please please do your thing and make this something great🥹”

description: after a long day of filming his special, he finds himself pent up and wanting to release his aggressive sexual energy, so he decides to take his girlfriend in the first place he finds her: in the bathroom in front of the mirror

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two, three)

Bo had a lot of feelings surrounding the filming of his quarantine special. At first he was upset over having to cancel his plans of returning to live performances, but then the idea of filming, editing, directing, lighting, etc., his own special seemed exciting. And getting back into writing comedy felt almost therapeutic. The longer quarantine went on, though, the more his mental health struggled. He was enjoying creating, but he hated that this was how he had to create. And he hated how much he struggled to make everything perfect.

But more than anything, he was unbearably horny. To a point where he was writing extremely horny bits into the special.

It was his own doing really. Bo would spend every day - from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep - working on the special. Most nights, that was late enough that his girlfriend, (Y/N), would be fast asleep. Other nights, he felt too mentally exhausted to try and initiate sex.

He felt guilty for the quality time he was losing with her by working all day, but (Y/N) was incredibly supportive. She would check on him every day to make sure he was doing okay, occasionally bringing him food so he would eat. She’d get him to take little break every now and then before going back to long hours of working on the special. Bo felt extremely grateful to have her in his life. But man, did he ever miss being intimate with her.

He was sat in this guest house one evening, editing his most recent bit, which was a song about sexting. His mind was on (Y/N) as his own voice played through the speakers. He thought about how badly he wanted to hold her, feel her body against his, her warm walls around him. His horniness was definitely trickling into his work and it was something he needed to fix soon or else he felt like he might explode.

Bo stood and looked out the window that faced towards his house. He could see a light on in the room that belonged to him and (Y/N), signaling that she was still awake. He quickly rushed out of his guest house, leaving the unedited song running.

(Y/N) was in the ensuite bathroom getting ready for bed. She had peaked out to the guest house to check on Bo. The lights were off besides a dull blue light that she assumed was Bo editing another bit. She had sighed to herself before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As proud as she was of Bo for working on this special all on his own, she really did miss getting to spend time with him. Their bed felt too empty without him.

She was leaned over the sink, washing her face, when she suddenly felt two arms wrap around her. She let out a yelp and stood up quickly to see Bo’s towering figure behind her in the mirror. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the area, causing her heart to flutter for a different reason.

“Hey,” she said. “You finished up early tonight.”

“I can’t standing being away from you anymore,” he responded. “It’s getting too hard to not have you in my arms.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard,” she teased.

Bo chuckled and grinded his hard, clothed dick against her. “You got me there.”

He continued to kiss her neck as he pressed himself against her. She lulled her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hands moved from around her waist, one going upwards to cup one of her breasts and the other moving down between her legs. Her breath hitched as he teased the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded in response. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Bo.”

Bo grinned and nibbled on her ear as his hand dipped under her waistband. He ran a finger through her folds, teasing her clit with a feather-light touch.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered. “Desperate for me to you, baby?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) whimpered. “I’ve missed your touch so much.”

“I’ve missed touching you. You don’t understand how much I’ve missed having you. I think about being inside of you practically every waking moment, and when I’m sleeping too.”

She moaned as he finally applied pressure to her clit. He rubbed slow circles into the bundle of nerves as he continued to kiss over her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving red marks in his wake that he really hoped would turn into hickies. There was something so hot to him about marking (Y/N) in a way that other people would see and know she was his. He slipped his hand under her shirt to cup and knead at her breasts, one at a time, making her nipples pop out underneath his fingers.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess; putty in Bo’s hands. He was essentially holding her up at that point as she was leaning back against him, her legs wobbling to a point where she wasn’t sure she could stay up much longer.

“Are you close already?” Bo asked. “I can feel you trembling.”

“I-I’m s-so close,” she said.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

She pried her eyes open to look into the mirror. Bo’s eyes were staring back at her, dark with lust. It was hard to keep them open as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs just about gave out from under her as she cried out. Bo held her, smirking to himself as she trembled in his arms. He whispered praises into her ear as she came down from her high.

“I need you,” he whispered. “Right here, baby, please.”

“The bed is just a few steps away,” she teased.

“I can’t wait. I’m a slight breeze away from cumming in my pants.”

She giggled and turned her head to kiss him. She reached back to run her hands through his long hair. At first, she wasn’t a fan of the idea of Bo growing out his hair and facial hair, but now, with his beard leaving a tickling sensation in its wake and his long hair giving her something to hold on to, she suddenly loved it.

Bo broke away from the kiss to shove (Y/N) down over the bathroom counter. He pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles, helping her to step out of them and kicking them off to the side. He let his own pants fall to the floor as well, his hard dick springing free from his pants. He took it in one hand and ran it through (Y/N)’s drenched folds, collecting her slick to use as his own lube. (Y/N) bit down on her lip as she whimpered, but couldn’t contain her moans once Bo pushed the head of his dick against her entrance. He easily slid his cock into her, slowly moving inwards until he was buried at the hilt inside of her. He dropped his head against her back, groaning at the sensation. It was a feeling he had been longing for, and now that he had it he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to last.

He slowly pulled himself out halfway before slowly thrusting back into her again. The head of his dick so easily nudged her g-spot that it made her already shaky legs even more wobbly every time he thrust inwards. She held on to the counter, digging her nails into it with such a grip that she thought she was going to break the counter.

Bo kissed over (Y/N)’s neck and what he could reach of her face again. “Can I start fucking you, princess?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Bo took that as enough of an answer for him this time and started thrusting into her at a quicker speed. He held on to her hips as he slammed into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. (Y/N)’s mind went blank, the only thing she could think of being Bo, Bo, Bo! She cried out his name, a sound more beautiful than any song Bo had ever heard.

“I might not last long,” he told her. “Do you think you can give me one more before I shoot this hot load inside you, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes.”

It became a chant, like that was the only word she knew.

Bo smiled and put his hand around her throat, pulling her up so that she was flush against his chest. He continued thrusting at his brutal pace while reaching his other hand between her legs to rub her clit again.

“Look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock,” he said. “God, you look so fucking hot, falling apart for me like this.”

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, which clearly was not what Bo wanted. He squeezed her throat slightly, just enough to block her airways and make her lightheaded.

“I said look at me,” he growled into her ear. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Look how fucking good you look, all cock drunk for me like this.”

Her eyes were hooded, threatening to close again, and her mouth was in a permanent “O” shape as her body bounced with every thrust. Bo looked like a man on a mission, watching her face intently as he rubbed ruthlessly at her clit and thrusted hard into her. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, a sight which just drove her further over the edge.

She didn’t have to tell him this time that she was close. Actually, she didn’t even have time to tell him. Her second orgasm hit her quickly and intensely. Her vision clouded for a moment and her entire body felt heavy. Bo wrapped an arm around her lower stomach, keeping her up for his last few thrusts before he also hit his own climax. He buried his head in her neck again, muffled groans tumbling from his lips as he gave a few more shallow thrusts.

They were both panting and sticky with sweat once they finally started coming down from their highs. Bo was reluctant to pull out, but he could feel himself becoming soft and slipping from between her legs. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the hot trail of cum running down her legs.

“Let me clean you up so you can finally lay down,” Bo said.

He reached past her to grab the face cloth she had been using early and ran warm water over it again. Turned her so she was facing him and knelt down in front of her to wipe her legs and between them. He planted a kiss on both of her inner thighs, causing her to twitch a little from overstimulation. When he stood again, he discarded the cloth onto the floor and took (Y/N) into his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed.

He laid her down first before crawling into bed next to her. He took her into his arms, reveling in the feeling of her warm body against his. It had been so long since they had been able to fall asleep together. He rarely tried to cuddle her when he came into bed after she had fallen asleep in fear that he would wake her.

“Are you done working for the night then?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft and sheepish.

“Definitely,” he decided. “This takes so much more precipitant than working on that stupid special.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid. I think it’s going to be really good.”

Bo chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You haven’t even seen any of it.”

“I saw that one that was a parody of Drake’s music.”

“Eh, I’m thinking of cutting that one. I don’t even like it all that much.”

“Don’t do that! It’s my favorite one!”

He squeezed her slightly and kissed her again. “Okay, no promises, but I’ll try my best to put it in.”

“Thank you.”

They laid in silence for a while. It was quite comforting. Bo never wanted to leave the bed. He just wanted to hold (Y/N) and lay here in the dark and silence.

“I miss this,” (Y/N) whispered into the silence.

Bo sighed. “Me too. I promise I’ll try not to work too late so that we can have these moments more often. And I promise I’ll try to finish the special soon so that I’m not working on it at all anymore.”

“You don’t have to finish it soon if you don’t feel it’s ready, but I would prefer it if you were here in bed with me when I fell asleep at night. It’s not the same to fall asleep in a lonely bed all by myself.”

“I promise. Now get some sleep. I can tell you’re fighting off the unconsciousness.”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled to herself. Of course he was right, she felt exhausted now after their bathroom activities. Being curled in his warm embrace didn’t help that matter either. She settled herself next to him and closed her eyes, letting the sleep take hold of her. Bo wasn’t too far behind, placing one last kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.

[nyxronomicon]

chapter ii: truth or dare

toji x reader (she/her. tits & vagina)

cw: child neglect, fuckboy Toji, gambling, alcohol, no curses au, found family, DILF Toji, Toji is motivated by sex, reader has spicy thoughts.

masterlist

"Come in." You heard Toji's voice beckon you after you knocked on his apartment door. "It's unlocked."

You opened the door, seeing the inside of his sparse apartment for the first time. It was the epitome of a single guy's apartment: no decorative items, no artwork, just the absolute bare minimum of furniture. There were barely even any toys around. Megumi was sitting in front of the TV, looking at you apathetically.

"C'mere. Introduce yourself." Toji called out to Megumi, who silently stood and walked over to you.

"I'm Megumi." He simply stated.

"Hi Megumi." You smiled, crouching to his level to put him at ease. You gave him your name and held your hand out for a handshake. He cautiously took it, glancing at his dad.

"She'll be taking care of you tonight," Toji already seemed a little bored.

"Is she a babysitter?" The kid's eyes pierced into you. You remembered his oddly intimidating gaze from the first time you met.

"Uh," Toji glanced at you, "just a friend. Our neighbor."

"Is she the one you were talking about on the phone?" Megumi's eyes now pierced into his father.

"I told you not to eavesdrop." Toji frowned. There was an awkward pause before Megumi looked back at you.

"Why don't you go play?" Your tone was so soft and friendly, but Megumi remained apprehensive. "I'll come join you after your dad leaves, ok?" He carefully watched you a moment before nodding and returning to the living room.

"He's kid of a weird kid, sorry." Toji rubbed the back of his neck as you stood, walking over to see if he had any routines to tell you. There was an awkward pause. "You good?" Toji asked.

"Yeah," you chuckled. "Is there anything I should know about?" When Toji seemed confused, you elaborated. "You know, bedtime, dinner, whatever."

"Oh. Sorry. The kid usually takes care of himself." His mind was reeling. He was in over his head. It was blatantly obvious how little he did for Megumi at this point. "Just, uh, be there for him. I guess."

"Don't worry." You smiled, although you couldn't help but notice he didn't seem to take his father role seriously. "We'll be fine."

Truthfully, he wasn't worried about Megumi in the slightest. He was worried about you. Or rather, he was worried about what Megumi would tell you about him.

"I'm just not used to this single dad thing." He lied. "I'm trying to be better, though." Another lie. "Thanks for watching him." Toji needed to leave. He needed to let this night play out however it would and hope to hell it didn't ruin his chances of getting laid.

"It's fine, seriously." You placed a hand on Toji's bicep. He ignored the light fluttering in his stomach, plastering on a flirty grin. Before he left, he needed to make sure he'd be on your mind while he was gone.

"I might be back pretty late." His voice was cool and smooth, as if the jitters disappeared on demand. "You can sleep in my bed if you get tired." He leaned in to whisper in your ear, making sure the kid couldn't hear. "I'd love it if you were waiting there for me."

Just when you thought he wouldn't fluster you, heat rushed to your cheeks. His hand was on your waist, holding you close. "Here I thought you wouldn't flirt in front of him," you matched his hushed tone. Megumi was sitting in front of the TV, but he was still in the same room as the two of you.

"Nothing could stop me from flirting with you." He took your earlobe between his teeth, his tongue brushing against the sensitive skin and sending shivers up your spine. He tugged at it briefly before whispering, "Later, sweetheart."

When he stepped away, your heart was pounding, and you didn't know what to say. You just watched him slip his shoes on and leave. He didn't say a word to Megumi, but admittedly, you didn't really notice. The feeling of Toji's mouth on your skin burned into your mind, successfully keeping him in the back of your head for the rest of the night.

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Megumi sat on the floor with a puzzle coloring book. He had a collection of mismatched crayons, colored pencils, and markers neatly lined up. His eyes were on the TV, which played a nature documentary. You sat on the floor next to him.

"Coloring?" You smiled at him. "I love to color!"

"It's a puzzle book." Megumi looked at the page in front of him. The puzzle was complete. "But it's done."

"You did all the puzzles? Wow! Did you have a favorite?" You encouraged him. He looked at you cautiously. You'd never met a five-year-old so reserved and mature. It was really kind of funny that a guy as chronically unserious as Toji had a kid like this.

He picked up the book and flipped to a page that looked like a constellation. It was a simple puzzle where you draw lines to connect numbers and eventually you see a picture. The resulting image looked like a couple of scruffy dogs, and he'd colored one white and one black.

"I liked this one the best." His eyes lit up a little, a faint smile on his face. "They're friends."

"You even colored it. They're adorable!" You beamed and patted him on the head. Megumi smiled back.

"Do you want to see the others?" He got a little more animated as he flipped through the book, explaining each puzzle and how he solved it. When he reached the end of the book, he closed it and looked a little sad.

"Do you have another puzzle book?" You asked. This one was falling apart, and seemed to have a lot more colors on the pages than Megumi had in front of him.

"No." He got quiet again, just when you thought you were making progress. He stared at the closed book in front of him.

"Let's go get one. I'm sure your dad won't mind." His eyes shot over to you, brimming with hope.

"Really? You'll get me a new one?" He stared at you, his gaze no longer piercing like earlier.

"Sure. I'll even let you pick it out." You chuckled at his adorable reaction.

"I can go with?!" His shocked eyes got wider, a smile forming on his face.

"I'm not gonna leave you here alone." You ruffled his hair. "Put your shoes on, it'll just be a quick trip, ok?"

Megumi nodded with a smile and rushed to his bedroom. While he was gone, you sent a text to Toji, just in case.

You: going to the store with Megumi to get a new puzzle book.

When Megumi returned, he carefully walked in with untied laces. "Um. I don't know how to tie my shoes. Can you help?"

"Of course." You smiled softly. "You want me to show you?"

"Yes, please!" He watched intently as you instructed him, following along as you tied one of his shoes and he tied the other.

There was a corner store nearby that had a collection of magazines. Luckily, there were a couple of kids puzzle books among them. Megumi was curiously looking around the store, seemed he really didn't get out much.

"Let's just get both." You smiled. You'd just gotten paid this week, and the books were inexpensive.

"Really?" His eyes lit up again, looking back at you.

"Sure. Do you want some candy, too?" Megumi's awed expression answered your question. He immediately looked at the shelf, unfamiliar with most of them.

"What's your favorite?" He asked.

"Hmm." You feigned contemplating the shelves, although you knew exactly what you wanted. "I like this one best." You picked up your favorite candy with a grin.

"I want that one too." Megumi grabbed the same candy and handed it to you with a beaming smile.

You checked out at the counter, smiling awkwardly when the cashier complimented your cute kid.

"I'm just babysitting." You patted Megumi's head. "You're right though, he is cute."

Megumi's eyes seemed to glitter as he watched you wrap up, following closely behind as you exited the shop. You returned to the apartment and helped Megumi remove his shoes.

"Thanks, miss MC!" Megumi excitedly grabbed one of the puzzle books and rushed to his spot in front of the TV, turning on another nature documentary.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Megumi was hard at work with one of his puzzle books. After making him dinner, you watched nature documentaries with him, occasionally checking your phone for a message from Toji. Nothing.

When Megumi tasted your favorite candy, he beamed and claimed it was his favorite now, too.

At almost exactly 9pm, Megumi looked at you with sleepy eyes. "I'm tired. Could you, um..." he blushed a little. "Could you tuck me in?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he was. "Of course." You smiled softly. "You want me to help you get ready?" He simply nodded, rubbing the sleep in his eyes.

You helped him change and brush his teeth. Megumi's room was sparse, like the rest of the apartment. There were a few toys, but he really didn't seem to have much. It must be tough for these two.

"Does your dad tuck you in?" You asked as you brought the blanket to his chin, smoothing it over him.

"No. My mom used to, but she left." He yawned.

"Where'd she go?"

"Dunno. She brought my sister, but I think she forgot me." He had a sad look in his eyes. You ran your fingers through his hair.

"Forgot you?" You frowned. "I can't imagine anyone forgetting such a sweet boy as you." Megumi wore a sleepy smile as he drifted off, thinking that it would be nice if you took care of him more often.

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You left Megumi's room and returned to the couch, pulling out your phone to check messages. The documentary played quietly in the background. Nothing from Toji. You opened your conversation with him, typing and deleting a few messages before finally hitting send.

You: put Megumi to bed. You're right. He's a good kid.

Your phone fell silent again. You started looking around the apartment, thinking about some of the odd things Megumi said. The door to Toji's room was wide open, and you couldn't help but stare into the dark space.

Out of pure curiosity, you stood and walked in, flicking the lights on. One of the two overhead bulbs was out, bathing the room in yellow. It was a mess. Toji didn't have a bed frame, and his unmade mattress was haphazardly shoved in the corner. He had a dresser with all the drawers open, clothes hanging out from every angle. There were a couple of things hanging in the closet on wire hangers, clearly untouched since he put them there.

You snooped around a little, immediately finding a stack of divorce papers missing Toji's signature on the top of his dresser. A broken empty frame lay next to them, the photo nowhere to be found. A fifth of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes, both half empty, were on his bedside table. Little slips of crumpled up paper were strewn about the floor. You picked one up to find they were discarded tickets for horse races.

Your phone suddenly buzzed, startling you. You sat on Toji's bed and read the response you were waiting for.

Toji: you're unsupervised then ;) Toji: want me to come home, sweetheart? you can be the little spoon.

You rolled your eyes. Of course. Maybe giving him your number was a bad idea. He clearly wasn't interested in texting about his son. Not that it was a surprise, since he didn't seem interested in his son in the slightest.

You: aren't you working? Toji: lay down in my bed. I'll be home soon. You: is that a good idea? Toji: does it matter?

He had you there. After looking through his room, you knew undoubtedly this was a bad idea. That didn't change your attraction to him. The fluttering in your stomach when he flirted with you. The faint smile on your face receiving a text from him.

Toji: take a shot with me. whiskey on my bedside table. You: I thought you were working. Toji: I just finished. You: I'll wait until you're home then ;)

Your heart raced when you hit send. Something felt risky about that winking emoji, but truth be told, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You saw the red flags, but you were never really one to ignore your impulses. You scrolled through your phone to get your mind off it. Fifteen minutes passed with no response, so you laid back on his messy comforter.

It smelled like him. Of course it did. You thought about his tongue on your ear earlier, heat swelling in your body as you imagined him trailing it down your neck. When you closed your eyes, you could practically feel his big hands on your body and his teeth nipping your neck.

'C'mon sweetheart,' his voice echoed in your mind. In this fantasy, you simply whisper his name and arch your back instead of pushing him away like usual. You pictured how easily he could manhandle you with those muscles, your body lighting up at the thought.

You heard a sound from outside that jerked you out of your daydream. Blood rushed to your head as you stood and rushed to the entrance of Toji's bedroom, feeling dizzy from the vertigo when you instantly met his gaze. You held the doorframe to steady yourself as the mortifying ordeal of explaining yourself invaded your thoughts.

"Looks like you missed me." He smirked.

"It's not, uh..." you stammered, struggling to come up with a response. You should have known he was on his way home. Being around Toji was so drastically different from being around Megumi, your thoughts were having some trouble catching up.

"It's not what it looks like?" He strolled over to you, cocky grin on his face as he closed the distance. "Go ahead. What's your excuse?"

You took a deep breath, remembering his text from earlier. "I was getting the whiskey. You said it was in your room." After you spoke, you realized you didn't have it. Toji must have noticed too, judging by the light chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Get lost in there?" He grabbed your wrist, leading you back into his room. "It's pretty hard to miss. There's not much in there." He dragged you right back to his bed, taking a seat as you did the same.

"I got a little sidetracked," you admitted. If you hadn't gotten caught, you wouldn't have said anything, but questions about the divorce papers were already swimming in your mind. If the woman really was out of the picture like it seemed, then why hadn't Toji signed the paperwork?

"Snooping around in my room?" Toji's eyes flitted around the space like he didn't even remember what was in here. He forgot about the divorce papers. That's not good. Gambling tickets on the floor- he probably should have tossed those. Whiskey and cigarettes, at least those probably weren't a surprise.

"Sorry," you averted his gaze.

"Bed's warm." He grinned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. "You were waiting for me, weren't you?"

"Shut up." You shoved him playfully. "No," you quickly added, knowing any lack of clarity would come back to haunt you. Toji took a sip of the whiskey and handed the bottle to you.

"Let's play truth or dare. You first." He had an easy smile, not letting you choose before asking the question. "Truth, right? What really brought you out here?"

"Hold on," you pouted. "I never agreed to play."

"If you don't want to answer, drink." He nodded at the whiskey bottle.

"That's not what I meant," you frowned.

"You don't want to ask me anything?" He tilted his head, a sly grin on his face suggesting he knew you had questions. "I'll pick truth if you promise to pick dare."

"Okay," you sighed. "Nothing weird though, ok?" You knew if you tried asking him anything without agreeing to his little game, he'd refuse, as always. Maybe he'd be more open if you gave him a little something in return.

"A dare then." He grinned, and you immediately regretted your decision. "Take your top off."

"I said nothing weird!" You shoved him again, successfully distracting him from the flustered look on your face.

"It's not weird. I want to see you topless." He gave a lazy shrug with his trademark infuriating smile. "You can always drink instead." So that was his game. You could get a little drunk for answers. So you took a swig, feeling the harsh burn of the whiskey as it slid down your throat.

"My turn." You looked down, then back at Toji. You wondered if you should even bring this up, but you wanted to get it out of the way before you did something you regretted. "Uh, I saw the divorce papers on your dresser."

"And? What's your question?" He carefully eyed you, not giving away anything more than needed.

"Who is she?" His expression was unreadable. You weren't sure if he was ok divulging this to you, but he could always drink if he didn't want to.

"My ex-wife. Megumi's mother." His voice was cold.

"You didn't sign them." You probed.

"Guess I forgot." He shrugged again, but seeing your brow furrow in frustration compelled him to add, "my family arranged it. I feel nothing for her."

"Why didn't you sign them?"

"Kiss me." He responded.

"What?" He caught your flustered expression this time and chuckled.

"You want to ask me that? You owe me a dare." He grinned.

"I'm not gonna kiss you." You pursed your lips, looking at the bottle in your hand. You could get a little drunk for answers, you repeated to yourself before taking another swig. You didn't notice the slight scowl on Toji's face at your rejection.

"I forgot to sign them." He reclined on his elbow, making you turn your head. You could feel the heat of the whiskey in your cheeks as you eyed him.

"Do you expect me to believe that?" You frowned.

"Maybe my lips would feel a little looser after a kiss." He watched you, wondering what was holding you back. You weren't subtle at all about your little crush on him, so why were you being so reserved when he made a move?

"This is getting nowhere." You sighed. "You're married. I can't just kiss you." There it was. Your arbitrary hang-up.

"She's gone, I told you. It was an arranged marriage." Toji looked a little ticked off, but his voice still sounded calm. "I never wanted her, and I never wanted-" He stopped himself. Your eyes widened, finishing his thought - Megumi. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back up on the bed.

"That's not what I mean." He mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"Drink," his hand dropped, and he looked at you. His gaze was piercing, reminding you of the way Megumi looked at you the first time you met.

"What?" You shrank back a little, wondering what you did to upset him.

"Does it matter what I dare you to do? Just drink." You considered offering to do whatever the next dare was, but he seemed dejected. You simply took a more generous swig of the whiskey, feeling the alcohol's effects.

"My family is shit, but hers wasn't. They took me in. Hell, I even took her name. But she left anyway. It never mattered to her and one day my family became too much, then she was gone. I got the divorce papers in the mail a month later and," he gestured at the dresser, "that's where I put them."

"I didn't sign them because," he glanced at the door as if to check for his son's presence before his voice quieted. "I want her to come back for Megumi."

You felt guilty. Your judgement was foggy from the alcohol. You handed him the bottle and looked him in the eyes. "Okay. I owe you a dare."

He looked at you, emotions spinning in his head. He took a drink of the liquor and set the bottle back on his bedside table. The way you were looking at him was nearly irresistible, your lips puffy and eyes hazy from the whiskey. He sighed, not wanting to risk another rejection. Not wanting to ruin the evening more than he already had. 

"Thanks." He responded, leaving you a bit confused. "I'll cash it in later." There was a long silence that almost seemed to echo in the empty room.

"Sorry, Toji." You looked at him, but he didn't return your gaze.

"I need a smoke. You should go home." He stood, grabbing the pack of cigarettes. He held out his hand to help you up, but promptly dropped it and left the apartment without another word.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Season 2 Chapter 59 Translation [Lucien’s Route (3/3)]

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien gazes at the shallow bite mark left by my teeth on his hand, a hint of amusement mingled with helplessness in his eyes.

With his other hand, he gently pinches my cheek.

"Is this how Miss Werewolf executes me?"

Translation under the cut!

[Previous Part-> Click Here]

—[Lucien's Route - 10: First Clearing After Rainstorm]—

As dusk falls, my face grows increasingly pale as Lucien escorts me back to my room.

MC: As the game progresses, I feel like the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and even my head hurts more.

I can't help but reach out to rub my head, but Lucien gently holds back my wrist. His fingers gently brush against my skin as if offering some kind of comfort.

Lucien: I have a better way to relieve it. Come with me.

He guides me to lie back on the bed, and I rest my head on Lucien's right leg, feeling his fingertips slowly massaging my temple.

Lucien's fingertips are purposely dipped with water, and their slight coolness gradually soothes my mind.

When I slowly open my eyes, his silhouette is tenderly outlined by twilight, with the light catching on his eyelashes and casting a focused shadow.

The continuous sound of flowing water since entering the mansion seems to fade at this moment, leaving only our breathing amplified in my ears.

MC: [softly calling out his name] Lucien.

I can't help but call his name. Lucien looks at me and blinks.

MC: I hope we can see each other again tomorrow and walk to the last day together.

Lucien: I hope we can make it through the night safely too.

Lucien bows his head, his lips brushing my forehead in a kiss as fleeting as morning dew.

Lucien: [whispers softly] MC, may you have a sweet dream tonight.

I close my eyes and fall into a brief slumber, waking up just in time for the werewolves' activity period.

I don't know when Lucien left, but I still feel his presence lingering in the air.

I shake my head, dispelling the wild thoughts from my mind. No matter what, the game isn't over yet, and tonight is undoubtedly even more critical.

✂———————–

I quickly meet up with Mousy. To avoid any misunderstandings between us, I specifically explain what happened in the morning.

MC: It has been three whole days. If I don't identify a real werewolf, they might start doubting my identity as the seer…

MC: We will achieve victory soon. Do you believe in me?

I confidently recited the lines I had rehearsed during the day. Mousy seems taken aback by my directness and nods in agreement.

However, I am fully aware that the longer the hunter survives, the less likely the werewolves are to win.

As I think about this, I don't feel any regret, but rather more and more at ease.

Perhaps in the time I can't see, Lucien is also taking steps closer to the ending which belongs only to the two of us.

Braving the deafening rain, we head to Joker's room again. As we open the door, a flash of lightning strikes a giant tree in front of the window, charring it.

I refuse Mousy's help and personally push Joker into the pool.

Watching the deep green color disappear into the water, I feel a sense of relief that I haven't felt in a long time.

That night, I had a rare good night's sleep. By the time dawn arrived, the rain had already stopped.

It was still some time before my usual wake-up hour, but instead of waiting for Lucien to come find me, I took the initiative to push open the door and go out.

Lucien's door wasn't locked; it opened with a push. He stood by the window, looking at the clear, blue sea.

Lucien: [gently] You’re here.

After being confined all night, the morning breeze flows lightly into the bedroom, ruffling his hair and revealing his smiling eyes.

Lucien: Did you have a sweet dream last night?

Thinking about the scene where I personally "dealt with" the Joker last night, I smile.

MC: [smiles happily] Mm, I had a very good and happy dream~

✂———————–

Soon, all the players are gathered in the banquet hall again. The long, once full table is now left with only a few people.

Apart from Lucien and me, there are only four people left.

Zhao Jianqiang, who was already not in a good state, is lying on the table today, tapping his head.

MC: Can you still hold on? Do we need to tell the officials?

Zhao Jianqiang waves his hand, putting on an "I can still manage" expression.

Zhao Jianqiang: ....Boss, don't worry, I can still work overtime when the game is over!

.......In this state, it's better not to work overtime. It would be troublesome if there is a work injury.

Before joining the game, he was busy editing the film "Odyssey." After this ends, I really need to give him a proper vacation.

Simply put, let's "liberate" him tonight.

As I am pondering, Zhao Jianqiang suddenly stands up.

Zhao Jianqiang: Let me speak first... I am actually the grave keeper. Yesterday, the baldhead that MC checked was indeed a werewolf.

I quietly look around, and no one questions Zhao Jianqiang's words. Without a doubt, my identity is ultimately confirmed.

MC: Then I'll also share the results of my check from last night. Luckily, I identified another werewolf.

I stand up under everyone's trusting gazes, my eyes falling on the burly man who has been very low-key these past few days and is now quietly watching me.

MC: It's you, Mr. Gentle Giant.

Another round of execution is over. In the eyes of everyone, the Seer has successfully identified the Werewolf for two consecutive days, and the game is about to end smoothly.

Or rather, no one is willing to think about the authenticity of my identity anymore.

The irreversible ending is always difficult to accept.

As I get up and walk out of the banquet hall, I'm suddenly called out to.

??: MC!

White Angel rushes over to me. It seems like she has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.

Angel: The game is almost over, MC. You're in a very dangerous position right now.

Angel: I have a good idea who the next werewolf is. Don't worry, I'll protect you tonight!

...I never expected that the person who gave the wolf faction a bad start would be right before me.

MC: Are you the Guardian?

Angel: Yes! My judgment was right. With you as the Seer, we will definitely win.

Angel: You might not remember, but we've actually met in real life.

MC: Eh…?

She sees the confusion in my eyes and explains to me with a smile.

Angel: I am a nurse and volunteer for the An Kang Charity Project. I am responsible for caring for deteriorating patients.

Angel: When you came to report, I was the one who received you.

Angel: I deliberately 'subverted' my dress style in the game, so it's normal if you didn't recognize me at first.

‘Carnival Night’ has been going on for so many days, I have completely immersed myself in the identity within the game.

Suddenly hearing about real-life matters, I feel a surreal sense of suspension. I ponder for a while and finally nod in realization.

MC: Oh, it's you!

Angel nods, looks towards Lucien not far away, and whispers in my ear.

Angel: Mr. X is Professor Lucien, right?

Seeing me nod, she beams a radiant smile.

Angel: It's really you! I'm thrilled to meet a media person who tirelessly reports on deteriorating diseases and Professor Lucien who has been dedicated to researching deteriorating diseases.

Angel: Participating in the closed beta of 'Carnival Night' turned out to be the luckiest thing for me this year.

Angel: Even after leaving the game, as a regular healthcare worker, I will continue to support you all!

After Angel leaves, I stand there, my heart feeling like it's stuffed with tangled knots of thread, a strange sensation I can't quite describe.

Even though it's just a game, deceiving someone with expectations and trust in me still leaves me feeling a little guilty.

My empty right hand is enveloped by another warm hand. Lucien has walked to my side without me noticing.

MC: You heard everything?

Lucien: Mm.

Lucien and I interlocked our fingers, palms pressed tightly together, sharing each other's warmth.

Lucien: [chuckles softly] You've done very well.

—[Lucien's Route - 11: First Clearing After Rainstorm]—

I bite my lip, suppress the emotions in my heart, and smile at Lucien.

MC: Looks like my role as a producer has contributed a bit to the care of deteriorating patients~

Lucien nods, his seriousness clearly visible in his eyes.

Lucien: Not just a bit, but a lot.

Lucien: After all, scientific research isn't purely about rational study; it's intertwined with human emotions and interests.

Lucien: Just like in 'Carnival Night,' those who grasp logic and truth may not necessarily surpass those who manipulate hearts and exchange interests.

I nod slightly, feeling a bit guilty, and listen as Lucien continues speaking.

Lucien: The media can both widely disseminate the latest scientific research results and play a role in monitoring and holding scientific research accountable.

He pauses briefly, then adds softly.

Lucien: —This helps prevent issues like academic misconduct and unethical research practices during the scientific research process.

His gaze seems to drift away from "Odyssey" and look into the distance.

Such an expression makes me inevitably think of the night he took me to the abandoned research institute. I can't help but ask.

MC: Are you... thinking about Mr. Xu?

Lucien, however, shakes his head. When he looks at me again, his eyes remain calm and serene as usual.

Lucien: In the path of scientific research, there have been many such things in the past. And in the future, there will be many more.

Seeing my puzzled expression, Lucien smiles.

Lucien: For example, research on deterioration worldwide has stalled at this stage.

Lucien: Many research institutions have adjusted their research directions and terminated research projects as a result-

Lucien: -And for those projects that still exist, obtaining funding has also become more challenging.

Lucien casually picks up a glass of juice from the tray carried by a passing butler and hands it to me.

Lucien: Given this background, those who continue striving for deterioration research are making efforts to revitalize this research direction.

Lucien: For them, more than studying deterioration itself, what's crucial is making 'innovative discoveries', securing funding, and sustaining the research institute.

The deliberately emphasized tone makes me vaguely understand the implied meaning of Lucien's words.

MC: You mean... some of them have started to take desperate risks?

Lucien nods, his expression still indifferent, revealing no specific opinion or feelings toward these people.

Lucien: Among the organizations researching the deterioration disease that approached me for cooperation, quite a few are involved in such activities.

MC: [worriedly]…What about you? Is there similar pressure at Ultima Bioscience Research Institute?

Lucien: I'm fortunate that there haven't been any so far. Therefore, I can focus more on my research.

Instinctively, I tighten the grip on his hand, and I see Lucien give me a gentle and reassuring smile.

Lucien: [chuckles] It's getting late. Don't forget we're still in the "Carnival Night". Do you want to see other places?

✂��——————–

That night, Mousy and I pushed Zhao Jianqiang into the pool.

Since I have already decided to stay with Lucien until the end, I no longer consider the strategy or the winning and losing of the werewolf faction.

After saying goodbye to the seemingly downcast Mousy, I return to my room with a relaxed mindset and quickly tally the votes.

Mousy and I have 2 votes together, while Lucien and the White Angel have 2.5 votes together. It seems that tomorrow will be our last day as werewolves.

I lie on the bed, turn over, and a strong sense of unreality rises in my heart.

Carnival Night has been going on for several days now, and apart from being startled by Brother Genius on the first night, it seems like everything has been thrilling but safe…

But I have actually always been very concerned about what Brother Genius said about the "game rule loophole" on the night he committed suicide.

Why was he able to go out at that time, and how did he kill himself?

Thinking about this, I remain puzzled, feeling as if a little claw is scratching at my heart, making it uncomfortable to lie down or sit.

Finally, I steel myself and stand up from the bed.

Since the werewolves are going to lose tomorrow anyway, why not take advantage of this long night and go out to investigate?

I look at the clock on the wall. Although the time for werewolf and seer activities has passed, dawn is at five o'clock, and there are still a few hours to go.

So, I get up and walk to the door. After silently giving myself three seconds to hesitate, I decisively open the door and walk out.

Sure enough, I am not punished or sent back to my room for coming out during off-activity hours.

The large mansion is already empty, with most of the room name plates having the players' names crossed out.

I walk alone through the secluded corridor surrounded by pool water, searching for anything unusual.

My body trembles when I reach the atrium, and I stand frozen in shock.

The light in Brother Genius's room, which should have been offline a few days ago, is on.

My heart tightens uncontrollably as I hold my breath and walk to the door. Before I can push it, the door opens from the inside.

Lucien: Good evening, MC.

Lucien smiles while holding the door, and the indoor light dyes a warm hue on his hair. He steps aside and invites me in.

Lucien: Please come in.

I walk in as if on a sleepwalk and sit down. After glancing around the room, my eyes fall on Lucien, and I can't help but stare at him.

MC: Why are you sleeping here... Isn't your room on the other side?

Lucien: I couldn't sleep, so I often wander around at this time. Did I scare you?

MC: Not really, it's just…

I ponder my words for a while, feeling a headache coming on and a bit of irritation growing in my heart.

Having reached this point, I no longer care about our identity as werewolf and hunter or about the mansion owner's personal tasks.

So, I look at Lucien and decide to stop hiding anything, pouring all the questions in my heart in one breath.

MC: Alright, I actually want to know, when did you start coming out at night?

Lucien: [frankly and without hesitation] Since the night of the third day.

I look at his calm expression, feeling only more puzzled.

MC: But why risk breaking the rules to do this? Is it because you discovered something?

Meeting my questioning gaze, Lucien smiles slightly.

Lucien: Because at that time, I realized the same thing you are realizing now: there is something suspicious about Brother Genius's death.

Lucien: The game is based on rules: werewolves kill humans, humans vote players out, and the only two execution methods in the game are pushing them into the water.

Lucien: Out of so many humans being killed, only Brother Genius's death was different.

With a graceful gesture, he motions for me to look towards the bedroom door.

Lucien: There are some bloodstains on the outside of the door frame that haven't been thoroughly cleaned. He walked out of the room and died at the door.

Lucien: So I infer that he was not killed by the werewolves, and the werewolves' target on the first night should have been Joker.

MC: ...How do you even know this?

Lucien: [chuckles] It's just a guess based on intuition and understanding.

Lucien's eyes curve into a smile. Though he frames it as a guess, his words carry an undeniable insight.

Lucien: I guess there is a cute classmate in the werewolf faction.

Lucien: [the glee in his tone! he doesn’t even hide his happily wagging ‘fox tail’] This classmate has a low tolerance for Joker, yet still wants to play with me, the hunter, for a while longer.

His hushed voice mingles with the secretive sounds of flowing water, cloaking his words in suspense.

Lucien: After all, for the werewolves, it's far too dangerous and unbelievable for a hunter to survive until now.

Lucien: What do you think, Miss Werewolf?

The facade I've been barely maintaining in front of everyone finally crumbles entirely at this moment.

I look at Lucien, feeling more relieved than frustrated.

This is wonderful, I can finally be completely open and honest with him.

MC: You figured it out long ago, didn't you?

MC: From the first day... no, from the moment Mr. Hunter first saw me, you knew, didn't you?

Lucien leans in close, his fingertips gliding across my face, from the wisps of hair on my forehead to the corners of my eyes and lips, which are taut from tension…

Lucien: So cute.

MC: What?

His non-sequitur leaves me flustered, and I instinctively lean in closer, trying to hear him clearly.

Lucien: Your small gestures as you lie, your feigned innocence when defending yourself, and your little wickedness in weaving traps for victory... They are all very cute.

MC: …..

I am rendered speechless, unable to argue, yet finding the sly Lucien before me utterly infuriating.

I reach out and grasp his hand as it caresses my cheek, stare at him for a moment, and then decisively bite him.

MC: Mr. Hunter's guess is correct. But it's too late. We're about to win.

—[Lucien's Route - 12: The wind is calm, and the waves are still]—

Lucien gazes at the shallow bite mark on his hand left by my teeth, a hint of amusement mingled with helplessness in his eyes. With his other hand, he gently pinches my cheek.

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] Is this how Miss Werewolf executes me?

I spread my hands out, letting him pinch my cheeks, and I can only speak unclearly.

MC: I wish I could, but unfortunately, it's not the time for the werewolves to act yet. You've just narrowly escaped death!

Lucien releases my cheek and gazes at my impassioned demeanor, his eyes crinkling into soft crescents.

Lucien: Well then, I must thank you, Miss Werewolf.

MC: Then can I accept a thank-you gift from you?

Lucien tilts his head slightly, his eyes openly revealing a look full of indulgence.

Lucien: [with that very indulgent tone of his] Of course, you can. What do you want?

MC: We previously agreed to explore the waterway structure inside the mansion together, but various delays have prevented us from doing so.

MC: Regarding this, I want to complete it and solve this mystery before the game ends.

Gazing at Lucien with anticipation, I catch a smile on his lips.

Lucien: Alright. Tonight, I can satisfy all your wishes.

Lucien: Let's go, we have many places to go.

✂———————–

We walk hand in hand through the mansion, quickly finding what we are searching for since most of the rooms are empty.

All water pathways on the blueprint that we draw connect to form a magic formation and the center of the formation ultimately converges in the master room deep within the mansion.

Exchanging glances, Lucien and I enter the master room once more.

Under the moonlight, the originally clear water takes on a dreamlike pink hue, with soft waves rippling gently.

However, I can not forget that this vivid pink is formed by the bright red blood from those executed, gradually flowing throughout the mansion and gathering here.

A faintly visible magic circle lies deep within the water as if awaiting its final “sacrifice”.

All the clues from the game so far finally connect in my mind, forming a vague conclusion.

Perhaps this so-called island banquet was nothing but a long-planned sacrificial ceremony from the very beginning.

Even though I don't know what the final result of this magic circle will be, I no longer care.

Lucien and I lock eyes, and he gives me a sly wink.

Lucien: It turns out that the lady of this mansion before me is actually so dangerous.

Since Lucien has already guessed my identity as a werewolf, it's no surprise that my identity as the mansion owner is also revealed. I pout.

MC: Yeah, although I just found out about all these things too. But now, I no longer care about these settings.

Pulling Lucien along, I get into the dreamlike pink pool and smile at him.

MC: I just want to bring this Carnival Night to an end that belongs to us.

We hold hands tightly, wading through the water just like last time. However, this time, I am the one leading us to our destination.

The pressure in the water gradually increases, my breathing becomes rapid, and the curiosity and desire to explore in my heart compel me to speak.

MC: Lucien, can you tell me why you have been helping the werewolves?

Lucien: I'm not deliberately helping the werewolves.

Lucien's deep gaze falls on me, his low voice echoing in this seemingly infinite space.

Lucien: I'm simply doing what I want to do and witnessing the result I want to see.

MC: ‘’Result”?

The rippling water casts dappled light on Lucien's face, which holds a faint smile.

Lucien: Whenever I see you in action, I want to know what you will plan, what kind of decisions you will make, and what kind of statements you will say…

Lucien: [gently] I want to explore every side of you and witness where you'll ultimately arrive.

His gaze on me is burning and clear, as if tangible.

Lucien: And the result is... you, finally arriving before me.

[:”””” he must feels so happy that regardless of everything, out of so many possibilities, she just wants to run to his side🥺]

My heart skips a few beats, and my voice drops to a whisper.

MC: B-but I'm doing something "bad" though…

Lucien: But this isn't reality, is it?

Lucien: It's precisely because tonight is a “carnival" night that I get to see another possibility of you and cherish this possibility.

He says, tapping the tip of my nose.

Lucien: Besides, I haven't missed any of those guilty expressions you make after being "bad" each time.

We have reached the center of the pool, at the top of the magic circle, and I open my arms to hug Lucien.

MC: [smiles softly] Alright, you've seen everything about me and guessed it all. This werewolf is cornered now.

MC: But before I'm out, I have one greedy wish.

MC: Mr. Hunter, may I "choose" you tonight?

Lucien's heartbeat remains steady as he gently strokes my head, as if what I said were merely an invitation to a date.

Lucien: [with that indulgent and gentle tone again 🤧] Is this what you wish?

MC: Mm. Ever since I gained the role of a werewolf, I've often found it troublesome. There were many times when I didn't want to continue.

MC: However, just imagining moments like this, when only you and me left, makes me want to linger in this game a bit longer…

Lucien lowers his head and looks into my eyes, his gaze containing a hundred kinds of unspoken tenderness.

Lucien: From the very first second I saw you on this island—

Lucien: I had already accepted this choice.

Lucien hugs me back, letting me lead him as we sink into the water together.

The pink pool water blooms with large swaths of gorgeous crimson. At the moment he is eliminated, a chill also spreads across my waist.

Blood continues to flow from the bullet hole, and my vision quickly fades into darkness.

✂———————–

[Literal chills as I translated this part ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. I personally like how the whole chapter echoes their relationship progression throughout the main story. Even if they're clearly on opposite sides, they always find a path where they can walk side by side—'enemies' that just want to 'play' with each other as long as possible and protect each other, with Lucien speaking out for MC during the day and MC kill everyone else but Lucien during the night🤧. Lucien's "Queen-maker" aspect is also reflected in this chapter. He guides her but doesn't dictate because he always respects her choice, no matter what it will be. In addition to that, he looks forward to every possibility she can become through her choices and cherishes them. In the end, he lets her be the one leading him to whatever end she chooses for both of them, even if it's to kill each other and die together for love༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ ]

✂———————–

Lucien and I are transported back to the assembly hall. As soon as we open our eyes, we see the eliminated players noisily gathered together.

Brother Genius: See, there's definitely a loophole in this game! The wolves can even kill two people in one night! My attempt the other night was a breakthrough!

Uncle: A temporary setback does not define a hero. Next time, I won't be eliminated so easily.

The sound of various discussions about the game fills the air. I quickly pull Lucien to a corner.

Lucien: Is your head feeling better? Do you want to rest after the summit ends?

MC: I'm okay, I'm okay. It's strange, but as soon as the 'Carnival Night' ended, I felt much better!

MC: Hehe, just now, I was eager to end this game quickly, but now I feel a bit of regret.

MC: What about you? Did you enjoy "Carnival Night"?

Lucien gently tucks away a stray strand of hair from my face, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: I really like it, our own special ending.

MC: Hmph, I also like to watch Professor Lucien fool and confuse everyone!

MC: At that time, I could only hold back from showing any expression; otherwise, I would have given myself away.

Lucien chuckles softly twice, his expression revealing a hint of contemplation.

Lucien: However… there are still some loopholes in the game's rules and punishment system. I believe the Infinite staff overseeing it in the background already know this.

MC: That's right... I was scared several times when I was the werewolf! Once by Brother Genius, and once when I saw you in his room…

I am thinking about the feedback to give to Infinite when Lucien suddenly opens a private message, seemingly communicating with someone.

MC: Is there any work that needs to be handled?

Lucien nods and closes the private message.

Lucien: It was the research team that had visited many times, pressuring Pete to meet with me no matter what.

MC: So persistent... How does Professor Lucien plan to handle it?

Lucien: This time, they have come up with some rather interesting hypotheses. I think we can give them a chance.

I can't help but pout and reluctantly hold onto Lucien's sleeve.

MC: Well, I also need to be busy with wrapping up the summit…

MC: When we're done, let's play more "Carnival Night" rounds together!

Hearing this, Lucien can't help but chuckle softly. He leans over and whispers tenderly in my ear.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] Okay. Next time, it's your turn to explore my secrets.

After bidding a brief farewell to Lucien, I headed to find Zhao Jianqiang so we could proceed to the summit venue together. However, I discovered that he was already offline.

Without giving it much thought, I click on the teleport button for the venue, and the scene before my eyes gradually darkens.

✂———————–

Okay, so some context for the next part: What happens afterward is that the Loveland City Digital Technology Summit comes to a successful close. When MC wakes up, she finds Zhao Jianqiang becoming unresponsive after playing "Carnival Night." Zhao Jianqiang is taken to the hospital. The cause of Zhao Jianqiang's condition is unknown, and his vital signs are normal. But it's notable that he briefly had high brainwaves during the game.

✂———————–

—[Chapter 60-11]—

Inside the Ultima Bioscience Research Center, sunlight streams through the windows into the office, the warm light floating in the air and illuminating the entire room.

Lucien gently removes the game headset and rubs his temples, trying to relieve the fatigue caused by being immersed in "Odyssey" for a long time.

He takes a report from the tidy desk and grabs a pen, recording on it.

Sunlight spills over Lucien's shoulder, casting dappled light and shadows, gently enveloping his figure as he occasionally pauses to think.

In the report, he records every sensation he experienced during the "Carnival Night" game in detail.

This includes headaches, accelerated heartbeat, shortness of breath, and even slight tremors in his fingertips.

After finishing the recording, he pulled out a stack of white paper from the side of the table and neatly arranged it on the desk.

Without exception, these sheets of paper are filled with his sensory data at different points in time during playing "Odyssey". The densely packed handwriting appears particularly rigorous.

Lucien gazes at the detailed notes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. After thinking for a moment, he takes out his phone and makes a call.

Lucien: Hello, Dr. Chen, this is Lucien.

Lucien: A patient named Zhao Jianqiang was admitted today, and I hope you can provide a copy of his examination report.

The tip of Lucien's pen glided across the paper, pausing at a piece of data.

Lucien: His situation is rather unique and may provide some insights for our research.

Lucien: In times of necessity, I will not rule out requisitioning him as an experimental subject.

✂———————–

[Next Chapter-> (not yet released)]

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part Five

Part Six: Merry Happy

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. After telling Ray about his successful asking-out of Brynne Johansson, Josh couldn’t wait until the Kronish Ball that night where he would essentially get to show off to the entire office that Dr. Johansson was his date. That morning, he’d come into work with an entirely different attitude, genuinely smiling and honestly telling people ‘good’ when they asked how he was doing.

At exact ten, he’d stopped by Brynne’s office while she was still busy in the lab to drop off a little plant of beautiful purple, almost royal blue orchids on her desk, with a card attached that read ‘From Josh’. He felt like a baller.

On top of that, later that afternoon as he got home from work, he received a text that made him giddy like a teenager.

This is Brynne. Got your number from Ray. Pick me up at 5:30.

Beneath it was her home address. Josh loved how direct she was. He resisted the urge to start yelling and celebrating on the drive home from work. But a part of him felt as if, in that moment, he could’ve crashed the car and died happy. Josh quickly ran into his parents’ house, eager to remind his parents of his accomplishment.

“Hey, Mom! Hey Dad!” he called.

“Hi, Joshy!” his mom called from the dining room table.

“Ready for your big date tonight?” his dad added.

“That’s what I’m about to do right now!” Josh called, running up the stairs.

He had a little while before he was going to leave to pick up Brynne, and he intended to utilize every moment of it to prepare for their date. The first thing he did was rummage through his closet, looking for his good(and only) suit. He laid it out on his bed, examining it with his hands on his hips, satisfied with himself.

“Josh,” his mother called through the open door. “Want me to iron that for you?”

“Sure, Mom,” he nodded gratefully, “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Diane smiled, taking the suit off of his bed, “So, when do we get to meet the famous Dr. Johansson?” she asked giddily.

“Mom,” Josh sighed, “This is my first date with her.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t pry!” she exclaimed humorously. “But I really would love to meet her. Your father would, too. We’d love to have her over!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would,” he agreed, shutting the door behind her as he prepared himself for a shower.

Josh took an extra long, steamy shower, as if he’d somehow come out extra clean. He got out and immediately dabbed on some of the cologne that Brynne had complimented before, knowing she liked it. He spent the next couple of hours on random things he thought might help, like brushing his teeth twice just to make sure his breath smelled good.

Once he felt he was ready, he carefully put on the suit that had been neatly laid out on his bed for him, putting extra care into tucking his shirt in and tying his tie. Josh came downstairs, fully dressed and ready to pick up his beautiful date, who he couldn’t wait to see.

“Oh, Joshy, you look so handsome!” Diane exclaimed as she helped cook dinner.

“Agreed. Looking sharp, Joshy,” Gabe said with a proud smile.

“Can I please take a picture?” Josh’s mother asked, running to grab her phone, “For the photo album?”

“Mom, I’m running late,” Josh sighed, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, bye, Joshy, have fun!” she called happily.

“Be safe!” his father waved as he rushed out the door.

Josh had never been more nervous in his life. He’d cleaned out his car the day before just in case, going so far as to vacuum. He already knew his car was nowhere near as cool as Brynne’s, so he tried his best to still impress her with how pristine everything was.

He eventually arrived at the address she’d given him, a nice house in a nice neighborhood. It definitely looked like a doctor’s house. Josh parked his car out front, deciding to walk up to her door and knock like a gentleman. He felt like he was taking her to the prom. Josh rang the doorbell, waiting for just a moment before the door opened.

“Hachi machi,” he gasped.

He’d seen Brynne dressed up for work before, but this was something else entirely. She came out onto the porch in a stunning emerald green gown, perfectly complimented her features.

“I take it I look okay?” she asked humorously.

“More than okay,” Josh assured her, unable to close his mouth completely.

He knew the first thing he had to do was compliment her, but he felt overwhelmed by her beauty, as if she was too beautiful to even adequately compliment.

“You look… Amazing,” he breathed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, Josh,” she smiled. “You look very handsome.

He blushed at the compliment, still taking her in as he stood there in front of her. The dress was perfect on her, backless and form-fitting, showing off just how beautiful and elegant her body was. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in soft waves, looking perfect as usual.

“Thanks,” he breathed, looking back at the car. “Shall we?”

“Yes.”

She smiled in surprise as he nervously offered her his arm, walking her to the car like a gentleman, exactly as he’d been taught. He opened the car door for her, watching her smile as she got in.

“Thank you,” she chuckled, appreciative of the gesture.

As she got into the passenger’s seat beside him, Josh had to come to a complete stop for a moment as he took in the faint difference in air in the car.

“Brynne… you smell amazing,” he breathed, sounding winded from trying to breathe in as much of her perfume as possible.

She chuckled, knowing there was a reason she had a designated ‘secret weapon’ perfume, “Thank you,” she responded warmly. “You, and Nina Ricci.”

“No, Brynne, I’m serious,” he insisted excitedly, “You smell… like freaking heaven.”

“Well,” she nearly whispered, leaning in toward him with a dangerous smile, “I think you’re the most handsome guy in the world.”

Josh cleared his throat loudly to mask the sound of a surprising and involuntary groan of appreciation.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Hey,” she said softly, her hand cupped against the side of his face, “Are you okay?”

Josh quickly composed himself, feeling guilty for concerning her. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he promised, feeling weak against her touch, “You’re just… really, really pretty. Like unbelievably pretty.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, “You know. I’ve always thought you were adorable.”

“Adorable? Really?” Josh laughed, caught off guard by how much he liked the compliment.

“Yeah,” Brynne nodded, “You are.”

“I-I think I like the way you talk to me,” he said candidly. “You—You give nice compliments. It’s sweet.”

“You’re one of the few people I’ll be sweet to,” she shrugged.

“Good,” he smiled, starting the car. “You know, I feel special.”

-

[topguncortez]

“Does the father know?” From the baby asks w / Hangman 🫣

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Pilot!Female, (platonic) Bradley x pilot!female warnings: cheating, infidelity, pregnancy, cursing. || masterlist || whumptober || prompts list || A/N: I might be compelled to make his a series. IDK

It was probably the dumbest thing you had ever done, but you couldn't help it. It was the lasting adrenaline from a mission well done, and Jake just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You were still amazed how you managed to not get caught that night, having been pressed against him all night in the small quarters of the carrier. You summed it up to that the others were having their own celebrations (you could basically hear rooster and bob from down the hall)

But now that night of celebration of escaping death was coming back to bite you in the ass. The positive pregnancy test in your hand was making you regret that night. You and Hangman weren't necessarily friends, but you weren't particularly found of each other. You got under each other's skin, always trying to one up the other.

Now he was going to be having a child with you.

"You have to tell him," Rooster said, from your bed. You lifted your head up from the floor to glare at him, "I'm just saying."

You knew you had to tell him, it was the right thing to do, but oh how you were dreading it. You wanted nothing less to just crawl in a hole and hide. You had thought that after this assignment you would return back to Virginia with Rooster, and go back to working at the Golden Warriors. But some big admiral had other plans. So there was no escaping the truth.

"I fucking know that," Y/N said, and groaned as she sit up, "God, why couldn't it have been you."

Rooster chuckled, "I'm flattered, but not my type."

"Oh right, I don't have blue eyes, blonde hair or glasses," You pointed out and Rooster blushed, "Is he even back from leave? Or is he still in Texas?"

"He's back. He invited us all to the Hard Deck tonight. I think you should do it now. Rip the band-aid off."

"Rip the- are you insane?"

"No," Rooster said, and stood up from your bed, and walked over to your desk. He picked up the picture of the ultrasound and looked at it. Rooster had gone with you this morning to verify what you already knew. You were six weeks along with a little Seresin child.

"You tell him, tonight," Rooster said, "Now get dressed, brush your teeth, maybe put on some deodorant."

"Oh, go suck a dick," You groaned and stood up from the ground, snatching the ultrasound from his hands.

"Maybe I will," Rooster smirked and walked out of your room.

--- --- ---

The Hard Deck parking lot was full as you and Rooster arrived. You noticed Hangman's truck in the parking lot, and felt a wave of nausea roll over you.

"I can't do this," You said, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Puke and rally," Rooster said, killing the engine to the bronco.

"This isn't some tailgate before a U.V.A game, Bradley," You snapped, and Bradley held his hands up in surrender, "This is life altering news. I'm not sure if I can just. . . drop a bomb on him like this." You felt tears starting to run down your cheeks, and Bradley's face softened. He reached over and wiped a tear away from your face.

"I know it's scary, but you have to do it. He at least deserves this. I can't tell you what he's gonna do, but at least you can say you tried. And if he is a major ass about it, Bob, Fanboy, Payback and I will beat his ass."

You chuckled and reached across the bench seat to hug him. Bradley kissed the top of your head, and you pulled back with a sigh. You checked your face in the mirror, wiping away the remnants of tears, before getting out of the car.

Bradley placed a gentle hand on your back as you walked up the steps of the Hard Deck. You two greeted Penny and ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You heard your names being called across the bar. You both ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You and Bradley shared a look as you braced yourselves for what was to come.

"Bradshaw, L/N, have you guys met my girl before?" Hangman said, as the two of you got over there.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up," You spluttered out quickly, making a beeline right for the bathrooms.

"Y/N, wait!" Bradley called out to you, but you had already disappeared.

"What's her deal?" Hangman said.

"Uh. . . Allergies." Hangman gave Bradley a look, and he just shrugged.

"Whatever," Hangman said, "This is my girl, Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Bradley Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you," Lizzie said, and Bradley couldn't help but notice the diamond ring on her finger. Bradley gave her a small nod and took a sip of his drink.

--- --- ---

You had emerged from the bathroom at some point in the night, but opted to stay outside. You couldn't stand the smell of stale alcohol or the heat of the bar. It felt cooler outside, as you watched the dark sea crash against the white sand.

"Hey," You turned around to see Jake's smiling face. You turned back quickly to the view of the ocean as he walked up to you, "Thought you disappeared. Bradshaw said you're sick or something."

"Or something," You said, and grabbed your ginger ale the Bradley had gotten you.

"Wait. . . " Jake said, looking between you and the can on the table, "Oh my god. I didn't know you had a boyfriend?"

"What?" You said confused.

"The ginger ale, the taking off the go throw up earlier, your hair is super shiny, and your boobs look like they've grown. . . you're pregnant!"

"How the hell do you know?" You said, your jaw dropping.

"I have two older sisters, who both have kids. And I witness my mom pregnant twice with my younger sisters. I know a pregnant woman when I see one. You and your boyfriend must be-"

"I'm not with someone," You said, and looked down at your hands, "Actually Jake, I-"

"There you are, Jakey!" A female voice sounded out, as she walked out into the dark California night. Her hair was bleach blonde and curled. You could tell the tan she had was fake, making her almost look orange. And her boobs were too perfect to be real. She sat down right on Jake's lap, and you felt like throwing up all over again, "Who's this?"

"Y/N this is Lizzie, my fiancé," You felt like a ton of bricks had hit you all over again. You had to force yourself to put a smile on your face as you gave her a nod, "Lizzie, this is Y/N, my wingman," Jake said, smiling at you.

"I thought that other guy was," The girl said.

"He is, but Y/N is my number one. We grew up together and went to flight school together. Although, still trying to figure out why you decided to go to UVA and not the academy or UT."

"I'd rather starve than be in burnt orange," You laughed.

"Uh. . . longhorns forever," The blonde said, and you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Y/N was just telling me some good news. She expecting," Jake said.

"Oh congrats!" Lizzie said, and you gave her a tight lipped smile, "I'm gonna go back inside, I'll get you another drink."

"Thanks babe," Hangman said and kissed her overly plumped lips. Jake watched as she walked inside before turning his eyes back to you, "So what were you saying?"

"Oh just I don't have a boyfriend, it's uh. . . kinda complicated right now," You said.

"Does the father know?" Jake asked, "Wait, I'm sorry, that's super fucked to ask. Forget I said anything."

"Uh yeah, he, uh knows," You said and then looked through the window at Rooster awkwardly dancing in the middle of the Hard Deck. Jake followed your gaze over to Rooster, and was shocked.

He knew that you and Rooster had gotten close during your four years at U.V.A. The two of you bonded over the shared trauma of losing both your parents at a young age. Jake never thought that there was more than just a friendship between the two of you.

"Oh," Jake said, trying not to sound hurt by the revelation. He shook his head, he had no right to get mad at her when he had a fiancé inside the bar waiting for him, "Well congrats to the both of you." Jake said and raised his glass to connect with yours. You gave him a smile as you clinked glasses then took a sip of your ginger ale.

"I'm gonna go back in," You said, and pushed yourself up from the chair. As you walked by Jake, he grabbed your hand, and you two shared a moment.

"You wouldn't lie, right?" Jake asked, and you felt like he could see right through you.

"No. Not to you," You said, and Jake nodded, letting your hand go. As you walked back into the Hard Deck, Jake was overcome with the memories of the night the two of you shared. You tried to shake off your own memories as you walked up to Rooster. He smiled and threw his arm around you.

"It went good? I didn't hear screaming or see broken chairs?" Rooster smiled at you.

"It went bad, so horribly bad," You rushed out, "We need to go. I'm gonna-"

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Rooster could sense in your eyes the beginning of a panic attack, and quickly guided you out of the Hard Deck. He yelled over his shoulder that he would be back to pay the tab tomorrow. You were already at the bronco when Rooster made it outside, pacing back and forth, "What happened? Did you tell him?"

"Yeah," You stated.

"And?"

"And I fucked up!" You exclaimed, "I told him. . . but I also told him that it's yours."

[channiesdelululand]

Taste of You

NSFW Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI!, Unprotected Sex, Slight choking, Begging

Summary: Hyunjin has been very busy but takes the night off for you. 

It’s been 5 days since comeback but you’ve had taste playing on loop every night while you clean and make the house look good for your love Hyunjin. He has been working so hard during this comeback. 

As you twirl around in his shirt, that swallows your tiny frame, and a pair of light blue lace panties you don’t even hear the front door open. 

Hyunjin walks in instantly smiling as he quietly watches you dance to his voice. Everyone knew who that song was written about. The love of his life, his muse, his everything, you. 

After a few moments Hyunjin clears his throat to which you being startled grab the closets thing to which was one of your long  decorative holiday pillow you absolutely refuse to put away even in the middle of summer. 

“Oh my god! Jinnie you are supposed to be at stage practice!”

Hyunjin was so beautiful but even more so after work. The way his face glistened from  left over sweat, his eyes always so bright and glimmering when he looks at you. His tall stature so effortlessly floating over you. Lowering your ‘weapon’. 

“Binnie left early tonight so spend some time with Sky and Chan thought it might be nice for all of us to have the night off. So I hurried home to you.” Brushing your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’ve missed you so much Princess.”

Music still on loop in the back ground he takes your hands twirling you around, lazily dancing you around the living room. Lightly lifting one arm up letting go of your hand to lightly grace your arm with his long fingers trailing down placing light kisses along where his hand was touching. Something out of a sweet romance scene.

Hyunjin was always so soft, until he wasn’t, he knew how to make you feel so many different ways. 

“Look at how pretty you are in my clothes, and wearing my favorite panties too?”

You had already been turned on all day as you had been streaming all of the new videos for views. Seeing hyunjin with his new haircut had you feening for him 24/7. It was as if he could sense it because as sweet and soft as he was being, he quickly pulled you in by the small of your back gripping your back. 

You let out a quick gasp. “I’m so happy you got to come early Jinnie I’ve missed you too.”

Hyunjin returns your sweet response with a few kisses to your pretty face, traveling down to your neck laying one or 2 soft pecks before nibbling and sucking along your throat. He liked doing this, leaving marks to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.

Shivers already going down your spine because you knew what was next. He was so flawless at everything he did, but knowing your body? It was as if he was God himself when you were created, he worked magic. 

Small cat like licks on the dark red marks he had created. Bringing his hands down and under the shirt he traveled up to your breast twisting and pulling your nipples every so slightly. Not too hard just enough to hear you whine his name. 

He loved watching you crumble and melt from his own doing. Nothing turned him on more than your body’s need for him. It was as if only he could satisfy your body’s desire. And he would be correct. 

Lifting your shirt just enough for your nipple to be seen, hyunjin replaces his hands with his mouth, teasing with his teeth and sucking until those too became sensitive and red. Honestly you could cum with this stimulation alone. You already had your hands running through his hair making soft fists as you let out little moans and whimpers of pleasure 

You had truly missed this. The boys had been so busy with comeback that you were long asleep by the time hyunjin got home and he was long gone but my the time you woke up. So much pent up frustration. 

You can feel your body start to get overwhelmed you need him to touch more, really you need him in you.

“Jinnie, please” you finally find real words to say. 

“Please what princess, I need you to use words. You can’t already be a blabbering mess.”

“Please I need you to touch more of me. I need you so badly.”

God he really had you a mess before he even started to really have his way with you. 

With his sexy devilish going he stood up all the way and grabbed your chin looking up at him. 

“Well since you asked so nicely, let’s go to the bedroom.”

Once in the bedroom Hyunjin promptly lifted your shirt all the way stopping to admire the markings he left. Then quickly snatched the thin piece of fabric that was between him and the rest of your beautiful body. 

Quickly removing his own shirt and work out sweats revealing his entire gorgeously defined body.

You do a quick move that drives hyunjin absolutely insane taking your very evident wetness in your hand and using that to Stroke him. He loves it when you do that, he returns the favor by sticking 2 fingers deep inside curling up to hit you perfectly. As he does this he holds you by your  throat with the other hand bringing your mouth to his. 

So passionately he continues to kiss you as you each moan into each other. Getting high off the arousal of the other. 

Once hyunjin can feel you are starting to tighten around his fingers he removes them from you. 

You start to mumble but nothing real comes out. Legs still wrapped around his waist you pull him in. 

“I need you in me now.” You finally get it out. 

Finally feeling his cock bottom out inside of you, you let out the loudest moan. 

“Yeah baby? Louder I want to hear my name.” 

With perfect rhythm in and out, 

“Oh my god, Hyu n jin, yes God.” 

The way his cock felt in you had you seeing stars. 

“You feel so good around me Princess, you take me so well.” The look of pure lust in those gorgeous eyes looking down at you. Using his hands on your breast as he watches them go up and down with every thrust. 

Lowering him self to lay on top of you chest touching he leans into your ear which still thrusting in and out on tempo not missing a beat. 

“Fuck you I love you so much, I’ve missed this body. My beautiful girl. I just want to make you feel so good.”

You can start to feel Hyunjins cock twitch inside you and the chopped breaths and loud moans coming from him made you know he wouldn’t last much longer. You were to good around him, he was about to finish.

“Can I cum Hyunnie? Please make me cum.”

He loved when you asked permission. 

“What ever my sweet princess wants.” 

“Fuck please right there, Hyunjin please. Please don’t stop.”

He hit the spot perfect over and over and over while the feelings built and built until you reached the top. Waves crashing through your body. Hyunjin having cum along with you continued to lightly thrust back and forth helping you ride your orgasm as long as you could. 

Pulling out, your mixed juices spilling out underneath you.  

Hyunjin collapses beside you, on his stomach he props himself up to kiss your nose. 

“God you really are so beautiful my angel, I’m so happy I get to spend the evening with you.”

With that he helps you to the shower, you both clean up get into Jammie’s and order in for movies and cuddling. 

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half & half. part 003. previous

warnings ; mentions of creepiness, robbery? following, a punch, an argument (lmk if i miss anything) a/n: ALSO if you guys want to be in the taglist lmk, i have like two people on there so far

taglist: @steveharringtonswifey09 main masterlist. obx masterlist.

You woke up that morning, feeling the bed was more empty than last night. You assumed that Rafe had left earlier this morning and you couldn't help but feel a tiny bit disappointed. The more you thought about it, the more silly the thought had become.

You shouldn't feel disappointed, not even a little bit. Why would you be? I mean sure, you saved him. But it's not anything special, anyone else on the island would've done the same. Right?

You woke up and checked the time and realized you were going to be late for work. You quickly got dressed and brushed your teeth and hair, putting on some sunscreen before running downstairs. It was around 9:30 so your parents were having breakfast.

They were sitting in the dining room as you walked down the stairs quickly trying to find the first thing you could just eat on the way.

"Morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" Your mother voiced.

"Uh, good. Good. In a hurry, if I'm late one more time Jill's gonna have my head."

"Not with me as the owner," Your father joked as your mother smiled. But you knew one complaint from you and she's out the door. You quickly grabbed the banana in your mother bowl and put it in your tote.

"Also honey, tell Sarah to stay for breakfast next time she stays over, we heard her leave this morning."

You froze at your mother's comment before quickly humming in response. "Y-Yeah, I will. She just wanted to watch the uh, sunrise this morning."

Your father gave your mother a weird look but she brushed it off. "Yeah, that sounds like Sarah! Okay, sweetie. Go or you're going to be late."

"Okay thanks mom, I'll be home around like 7 tonight. I might spend the night at Sarah's though, it depends." You walked out of the dining room.

"Okay, text me. I love you!" She shouted from the dining room.

"Love you too!"

When you got to the country club, you went to check in with a now very angry Jill. She watched you walk into her office, a scowl on her wrinkly and orange face.

"You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago, Y/N. This is the second time this week."

"I was late like 5 minutes yesterday and that was just because I couldn't find any parking." You refuted quietly. You felt like a little kid getting lectured. You should be used to it by now, you get a lecture from Jill almost everyday.

Jill grumbled before her face morphed into a mischievous one, "Well then, plan accordingly. I want you to work on the golf course with Mr. Winston and his buddies as punishment."

You gaped at her, disbelief in your face. You can't believe she pulled that card. She heard you talking with your coworker about how weird they were and she has the nerve to use that against you?

"Okay, Y/N. Go along." She waved her hands at you, signaling you to leave her office. You knew better than to just quit right there, or worse, get her fired. But people in the country club already call you 'nepo-baby', it would only make it worse.

You walked out to the golf course before you were stopped by a familiar voice. You turned around to see Topper and Kelce jogging up to you. You felt yourself look around to try and find the missing piece to their trio but you quickly turned back after not finding him. You felt stupid for even looking for him in the first place.

"Hey, Y/N!" Topper greeted you with a big smile, a weird sight for you. You'd never actually hung out with Topper outside of parties or at school. Kelce was close behind, waving.

"Hey, Topper and uh, Kelce. What's up?" Your voice dripped with skepticism as you held up your hand to shield your eyes from the hot Outer Banks sun.

"We were wondering if you have an employee discount."

"Or uh, family discount." Topper continued with Kelce’s statement.

You looked at the two of them, confusion on your face. "Maybe, depends on why?"

"Well, we want the discount because we spent all our weekly allowances already." Topper announced a little too proudly as you held in a laugh.

"You guys have weekly allowances?" What are you, 12? You wanted to say but you decided it was best if you hadn't.

They both nodded in response.

Before you could reply, you saw a familiar face walk up to the three of you, sunglasses on his face and a backwards cap - his signature look.

"Are these losers bothering you, Y/N?" Rafe commented before getting an eye roll from Topper. The black eye was evident on his face but he tried his best to hide it with his Burberry sunglasses and everyone hadn’t noticed except you.

"No, dude we're just asking if we could use her family discount." Kelce added. Rafe had let out a laugh before waving them off. You tried your absolute best not to laugh, a smile on your face. It was really entertaining seeing one of the richest OBX guys ask for a family discount.

"Since when are you guys broke?"

"Actually Rafe-"

"It's fine. You guys can use it just say you're friends of the family and they'll give the discount, if not you can call me over."

Topper gave you a big smile and then gave you a pat on the shoulder. "You a real one, Y/N, thanks!"

Him and Kelce high fived before happily walking away. Rafe stayed behind, turning to you and opened his mouth to say something.

"Yo, Rafe, hurry the fuck up man we're not waiting for you. Lunch's on me!" Topper shouted causing Rafe to groan in response, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, dude, fine. I'm just apolozing to her because that was the most embarassing thing you've done all week, which is saying a lot-"

"Dude, just hurry the fuck up."

Rafe mumbled something under his breathe before giving you a sympathetic look, jogging to catch up with his friends. You felt you heart jump.

You cursed yourself under your breathe before quickly walking away, trying to find Mr. Winston.

You and the Pogues were currently in town, shopping. You were just bored and wanted to treat yourself and knowing JJ, he tagged along. But if JJ came, the whole crew had to come with you guys. So now a simple trip downtown turned into a whole hang out for you and the Pogues.

After a long two hours of shopping, Kie dragged you guys into her favorite taco place. You couldn't say no to her because she was extremely convincing and you were starving; you hadn't eaten since lunch.

JJ and Pope were up at the counter, ordering for everyone as you and Kie sat down and waited. "Hey, do you know where John B went?"

You shook your head, "Not sure. Um, let me call him." You felt around in your pockets and then quickly realized you had left it in your car. Thankfully, it was a 2 minute walk so it wasn't far. "Shit, I left my phone in the car. I'll be right back."

Kie nodded as you walked out of the restaurant and started making your way to your car. As soon as you left, you instantly regretted not taking Kie with you.

There were a lot of drunks around this time of day and you didn't feel safe. You only had your car keys but you didn't know how much that could really do if someone did end up trying to do something to you.

Thankfully, you reached your car relatively fast. You took your tote quickly, locking your car as you closed the door.

When you started walking back, you felt someone's eyes on you. You turned your head to see a man following you and you instantly went in your tote to grab your pepper spray. You doubted he was going to do anything on such a main street but you had to be prepared.

You felt your heart race as he started gaining speed on you, as you started walking fast. Sooner than you know it, you're close to the restaurant; you could see it.

Then, your heart dropped once you heard a rough voice. "You got any spare change?"

You turned to see the man from before. He looked like he was in his mid 40s, he was red from the sun. He had a black hoodie on and some shorts.

You shook your head politely, "No, sorry. I only carry card."

He smirked at that, "are you sure a pretty lady like you doesn't have any cash on her somewhere in that purse?"

You shook your head and immediately started walking away, fast. He then grabbed your arm and a yelp erupted from your throat. Then you heard the man grunt in pain and let go of your arm.

You turned back to see none other than the boy who's been harboring your mind since the entire day: Rafe Cameron.

He then grabbed the man by the collar and threw another punch, causing the man to fall backwards on his back. He made another grunt that was filled with pain.

You didn't know what to do, you just stood there in shock. Then you heard some shouting in the back and you turned to see JJ and Pope running towards you, Kie following close behind.

Rafe looked up and JJ made his way towards him; you felt the anger radiating from him. "Why the fuck are you talking to my sister, huh, Cameron?"

Rafe put his hands up, "Calm down, asshole. This dude was harassing her and I helped her. Thanks to me she isn't getting robbed right now."

JJ scoffed and looked down at the man, "I'm supposed to believe that bullshit? And why would you save my sister? Don't you hate us?"

"I hate you," Rafe clarified as he went up in JJ's face, pointing a finger in his chest. "Unlike you and your dirty pogue friends, she's actually nice so, no. I don't hate her." He looked at you and you heard JJ let out a bitter laugh, grabbing Rafe by the collar.

You immediately jumped in and grabbed JJ. "Stop, JJ. It's fine, it was a misunderstanding, let's just go eat, okay?"

"A misunderstanding? Y/N, he called us-"

"I said, let's go." You said tightly, your voice stern and tense. Kie and Pope were behind you, surveying the scene in front of them. JJ let go of Rafe and started walking away as you, Kie and Pope waited.

"Thanks, Rafe." You muttered, a small smile making it's way on to your face. Kie quickly grabbed your arm, making you turn to walk back to the restaurant, leaving Rafe and the man alone.

You walked back into the restaurant, Pope and Kie following suit. You readied yourself for JJ's reaction. He sat at the table, arms crossed as he looked at the food.

You took a seat next to him and he silently glared at you while Kie and Pope awkwardly sat across from the both of you. They ate in silence but JJ didn't even touch his food.

"JJ, you aren't hungry?" You finally spoke up.

"No."

"Come on, eat a little bit. I know you only had a granola bar, you must be-"

"Y/N, you're not my fucking mom, I don't need you to nag on me. I said I'm not hungry."

Everyone tensed up immediately as JJ spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows, "sorry, what?"

JJ turned to you. "You heard me. Why don't you go and hang out with the Kooks since you're so friendly with them, right? You're their best friend, good ol' Y/N, right? You don't need us Pogues anymore."

"JJ you have no clue what the fuck you're even talking about." You defended as JJ let out another bitter and rough laugh. "Just because Rafe stood up for me doesn't mean we're friends, it just means he's nice-"

"Nice?!" JJ shouted, in utter disbelief at your words. "If Rafe's nice then I'm the most fucking gracious person on Earth."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at JJ's audacity.

JJ then stood up and slammed his chair back in. "If you had any ounce of respect for us, you would never associate with that asshole or even talk to him. I guess you are Kook, through and through. You're no Maybank, Y/N, let alone a Pogue."

You were so angry, you were ready to hit JJ right then and there. "I would never, ever want to be a Maybank, JJ. I guess you are right, because if Kook means open-minded, not judgmental and not fucking crazy, then yes. I am!"

JJ took one more look at you and then sneered at you, walking out of the restaurant. Kie and Pope watched JJ as he walked away and you looked back at them, sudden guilt filling your system. You just ruined their dinner because of a stupid fight with JJ. You also felt bad for making a scene in such a public place, embarrassment falling down on you. You reminded yourself to leave an extra good tip for the waiters.

Kie was worried, she'd seen you guys fight and argue, but never to this extent. You'd always make up in a day or so, but this felt like this was going to drag on.

"Hey guys, what'd I miss?" John B suddenly appeared and sat in JJ's seat, everyone exchanging awkward glances.