#i didn't like chip at first either.
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In light of Wildberryâs anniversary being tomorrow Iâd like to appreciate the fact that like 75% of Wildberry fans Iâve seen (including myself) didnât like him at first or at least were rather lukewarm about him but over time as Odyssey continued we all just collectively discovered âoh. this guyâs cool as shit actually.â
#i didn't like chip at first either.#or oyster.#and clotted I still constantly flip-flop between loving and hating#oh how times have changed#pretty sure I liked financier from the start though I've always loved her design#crk#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#wildberry cookie#crk wildberry cookie
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I got thinking too much about Marwa from What We Do in the Shadows again and how she was canonically making observations of Jupiter and Saturn in the 1200s. Then I thought about how Elena took Damon to go watch a meteor shower, and I decided that Marwa and Elena should get away from all the vampire drama B.S. in their lives and go nerd out about astronomy together, and this moodboard sort of happened. I also thought about how Elena becomes a doctor and went ah, they are both women in STEM! So I ran with that as a theme too.
But yeah, Marwa needs a friend who will actually support her interests and engage with her intellectually (no shade to Nadja and the Guide, I'm glad they had a fun weekend watching Mamma Mia together which was literally the only time we got to actually see Marwa happy onscreen, but they have never demonstrated much interest in science that I can recall and I want Marwa to have an astronomy buddy), and I think Elena would be fascinated by her and her perspectives on astronomy from centuries ago, and they could learn about modern astronomical advances together. If I find the time and energy I might even write fic about it, but for now, here is a moodboard so that we can all bask in the vibes of my beautiful crossover vision together.
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#Elena Gilbert#Marwa wwdits#Marwa/Elena#Marlena#Marwalena#I'm not necessarily viewing this as a romantic ship but I'm also not not viewing it as one. take it either way as it pleases you#rowing the rarepair rowboat#(thank you freddieslater for letting me use that tag that's such a good tag)#the Vampire Diaries#What We Do in the Shadows#Marwa the Relentless#at first I didn't want to call her that because Nandor is such garbage to her. not even garbage. he hollows her out and destroys her soul#but I like the idea that she is also relentless in her own way. if only insomuch as she survived him. which really she didn't#the more I think about what happened to Marwa the more I feel like she endured the worst fate imaginable. I mean what Nandor did to her was#really so much more evil than any of the compulsion we see in Vampire Diaries because I mean he completely erased everything that made her#who she was. He chipped away at her personality and her sense of self bit by bit until he literally deleted anything recognizable as Marwa#from existence. I need to scream about it.#and the only scene with her smiling is the one I took that screenshot from. The only. Scene.#anyways I'm so glad she's fine now & having fun showing Elena cool telescopes and telling her about all of Jupiter's moons &how to see them#I love astronomy so if somebody on TV mentions liking astronomy I become bonded for life with them. lol#TVD rarepair rowboat#WWDITS#not to be anti-wwdits; I do love Nandermo. but they did Marwa so dirty#Justice for Marwa!#astronomy moodboard#I made this weeks ago but I got so busy with the play but now the play is over and I went 'hey remember that moodboard you should post it'#so here it be :)#it's not the best moodboard I've ever made but I made it in a passionate fervor of feminist energy and I like it
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More food from over the years
#selfie#i can tell you something about every one of these#the sushi was like a spicy deluxe type. i bought it bc I had never seen that fancy packaging before#pictures 2 and 9 are both $5 schnitzel and chips. back when they were $5 not $7#god it's such a great deal. and it's so delicious#third pic is either Christmas or easter dinner. ham and potato salad and red salad#which is made with baked beans onion pickles sauerkraut potato and beetroot#it ties together really well#fourth pic is a satay chicken roll I got from a restaurant that closed down like a week later without warning#those are whole-ass peanuts btw. I remember this so well bc it was during my internship which was during my first year of tafe#the fifth picture is spicy ramen out if a packet. and when I say spicy I mean fucking SPICY#as in tears-streaming-down-my-face spicy#pic six is a steak my mum made me#the seventh picture is a mexican schnitzel. it's avocado sweet chilli sauce and cheese on top of a schnitzel and topped w jalapenos#the salad next to it is leafy greens with julienned carrots#picture eight is a pub schnitzel with just the richest gravy. so dark and savory and delicious bwaaaaah#picture ten is a takeaway schnitzel I got from a local pizza place/italian kitchen. it's notable because the schnitzel itself was bland#like it didn't taste like anything. it was bizarre#the dish on the left is called the [franchise name] hero. it's garlic bread topped with spicy salami and cheese
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The character arc lore could have had
#â.txt#tng#and i don't necessarily mean a redemption arc either#idk maybe it's cause lore is my favorite and i'm biased or whatever but like#he has so much potential#and it was never utilized in a way where it felt completely... complete (imo)#don't get me wrong his episodes were fine* but i feel like he could have been handled. not better cause that's not quite what I mean really#what they did with him worked for what they were going for#but that doesn't mean I like all of it LMAO#what they showed us in brothers was sooo interesting#his reaction to finding out soong was dying. that disbelief at what he was being told#the anguish when he's talking to him and asking him why he didn't just fix him#but the whole bit with the emotion chip at the end... really blew the entire thing#and i'm an emotion chip hater in general lmao but#AND THE VERY END of the episode/the parallel with the two brothers back on the enterprise. you had everything there!!!! and then you go-#-and make descent!!!!!!! oh which#*except for descent LOL#i could go ON about how much descent irks me but I would want to do it properly and also I would need to re-watch them first before-#-I would feel like I could sit down and write something comprehensible#and like. do I *really* wanna do that. maybe#but anyway#I only know the gist of what happens to him in picard so I refrain from making any comments on that but also what the hell man#lore is the epitome of 'he did all that but idc' for me#like yeah he contacted the crystalline entity and got omicron theta destroyed and then tried to do the same to the enterprise d#but he had a bad father okay#and also i love him. that's my boy
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a hundred sunsets (sjy)
pairing: jake x afab!reader
synopsis: Using a dating app in order to find a lover rarely worked properly to you, which was the reason you never planned to do so. But bumping into someone so charming as you texted your possible future love interest wasnât on your plans either.Â
my's note: hello!!! it's not only my first time writing in english but also my first time using tumblr to post a story iâm honestly kinda nervoussjdjdjs. a few things I want to say before anything: those are fictional characters, also i know almost nothing when it comes to other countryâs educational systems sooo iâm sorry if something is off, and mostly important: enjoy!!!Â
i wasn't planning to write this much but i think i got a little carried away lol
warnings: quick mention of alcohol (all characters are of age!), slow burn kinda?, at least one âkmsâ joke srry, strangers to friends to lovers, usage of pet names such as sweetheart, pretty, sugar, etc etc etc.., lot of language, jake is downnn baddd, thereâs a slightly jay x y/n moment (they go on a date lol) but not too much dw!!!, eventual smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) - jake is kinda a sub, oral sex (both), unprotected sex (donât do it!!!), j. cums inside (consensual), overstimulation (m), slight dacryphilia. enhaâs jay, sunghoon and heeseung + lesserafimâs yunjin and chaewon as side characters. LMK IF I FORGOT SOMETHING.
wc: 22k
NOT PROOFREAD.
EXTRA (epilogue kinda?)
As comfortable as your couch was and even though you very much loved watching âPitch Perfectâ, that wasn't the fun weekend you had planned, actually you didn't plan anything at all. But there you were, licking your fingertips in order to clean up the salt flakes of the chips you devoured during the last minutes.
It wasn't like you really cared about what your lifestyle was turning into during the few months that passed by, opting to stay at home doing your little things here and there, taking a fair break from the crazy parties at suspicious places alongside a lame try to hang out with very random people...Â
The initial excuse of "I'll focus more on my studies" was holding a bit, however you couldn't help but feel bored at your choices at this point.Â
You sighed, opening the message app on your phone and re-reading the last texts you received in your friend group.
Jinnie đ: my sweet little y/n iâve been here watching you ROT down in your apartment and iâm tired!!! sure you donât wanna party anymore or wtv BUT FOR GODâS SAKE i love you but truth be said YOU NEED TO GET LAID!!!! download the app pleeeeasseeee itâs not like youâre gonna match with a weirdo (i guess Chaebae đ: Worst case scenario you just call me and I go to rescue you with my very muscly arms Best case scenario you win a good fuck !
You laughed again at the texts, picturing Chaewon with her baby face and a very packed body. Would she be able to really punch someone on the face in order to protect you? For sure she would. And she didn't even need muscly arms or whatever.Â
Being friends for God knows how long you thought about trusting them. They wouldnât try to mislead you, right?Â
You always had little to no interest in dating apps. The few times you tried you constantly felt like you were practically selling yourself as some product with specific traits, where the buyer doesn't have enough chance to get to know more parts of you before anything, chasing for the next step so eagerly.
Although your heart beats fast for people you just met seemingly outwardly interesting, the real feeling of wanting to be with them, to go out on dates, to trust enough to let parts of yourself to be shown comfortably needs time and usually grows slowly.
You never really dated anyone in order to fulfill momentary desires, your own body wouldn't let it happen as you lose interest as soon as you feel too pressured by the other part or when the connection wasnât clicking right.
Chaewon and Yunjin were different though. They had the free spirit to just hit that one night stand and be happy about it. You were happy about it, loving to listen to their crazy dates and nights out, sharing the most terrific stories about it while drinking some wine on your balcony.
Nevertheless, you were kinda desperate. Your last relationship ended one year ago, the one you rooted for a very long time â two years and five months, to be exact, until one day you caught him cheating on you with one of his "best friends that you donât have to worry, baby". Very much clichĂ© but also a big trauma in your life, leading you to this very moment of neediness but not enough courage to trust someone again.
Since then you have been hooking up once and a while with random people you met at parties, but never felt right or enough especially because you tried so hard to either not get attached â and with that lose the brief sexual interest â or on the very other side of the hand, to build up some kind of relationship.
Every single one turning into a big failure.Â
Sighing again, your fingers typed on the screen keyboard.
You: Can you send me the name again? Chaebae đ: OH??? YUNJIN Jinnie đ: I KNOW [LFS] hope you enjoy!! hihi You: What's with the acronym lol Chaebae đ: "Love at First Sight" You: Oh god And you rly think itâs a good idea? Chaebae đ: ..yeah? Jinnie đ: a great idea actually! You chuckled. What could go wrong?
Everything went wrong.
Not every single thing, but a bunch for sure.Â
You didnât know if your taste was too specific or if overall men were just that boring. You had good features, your pics werenât that bad either and your personality⊠Liking video games, some astronomical stuff, movies and dogs couldnât be a big red flag, right?Â
But every match got you thinking âwhat happened to the old âhi, how are you?ââ. Maybe because of those exact traits you put on display made the weird nerds attracted to you as a potential match, thinking their fantasies would be fulfilled by you.Â
Of course you understand people on those kinds of apps sometimes have very clear goals setted, but how frustrating is it to try to have a good conversation and the least creepy answer be âis it weird that i want you sucking me while i play league of legends? lmaoâ?
No matter how defeated you were feeling you werenât one to give up. And that leads to this very moment as you type fast on your phone with your current attempt.Â
Park Jongseong, or just Jay, was hot. Like, very hot. And his talking wasnât going to weird places so far, which at this point was a big win. He was funny and somewhat endearing, sharing avidaly about his travels and his music interests with so much passion that you started to rethink your own life choices thus far â was the ongoing college degree a good choice? Should you give up everything and start to live as an artist?Â
Lost in your train of thoughts about maybe having found somebody worthy of your time as you walked down the hallway heading to your next lecture of the day, you didnât expect to hit your face straight into someoneâs chest. A very strong and hard chest by the way, you thought briefly, scented with some woody essence that got straight into your senses. The sweet voice of the owner wasnât expected either.
âOh shit, Iâm so sorry!â, the boy uttered with a worried tone looking down at you trying to see if he had hurt you in some way. You almost didnât catch his thick accent. âAre you okay?â he questioned softly, still concerned. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality, looking up confused at his face and answering hurriedly with slightly widened eyes.
âIâm the one who should be sorry! God, Iâm so stupid, I should be more careful,â you started to blather as you lost yourself in that pretty face you just hit into. The whole combo was breathtaking. Plump glossy red lips and puppy eyes full of worry; the silky brown hair was just as normal as any other brown hair but what the fuck was that face? âI was looking down at my phone and I didnât see yââ, you were interrupted by the honeyed voice again âI mean, I was also using my phone and didnât see you either,â he chuckled. âYouâre fine, sweetheart.â
Your eyes widened even more at the same time as a smirk decorated his beautiful lips. You donât know what got you more flustered, the pet name or the double meaning of that simple phrase. You could feel your cheeks burning hard and your first instinct was to look down to the floor and wonder if hiding yourself beneath the tile was a good option.
âWell, sorry again,â he said and you forced yourself to swallow down the saliva that got stuck on your throat and to look up again, facing now a cute small and shy smile that made your heart beat fast. Too fast. âSee ya!â and just like that he went his own way, not even waiting for your response.
You were sure someone had glued the sole of your shoes on the ground while you two had that small and awkward talk, because thereâs no way your legs stopped working properly just because of him.
You looked over your shoulder in order to see his back going away but it was already too late, since he wasnât around anymore. You thought to yourself he was certainly a new student, because you would have noticed him sooner. How could you not?
His chocolate eyes and sweet voice were the only things on your mind as you picked up your phone to text back Jay, trembling a bit from the encounter still.
You: of course we can see each other this friday!! :)Â
You tried your best to fully focus on your upcoming assignments, but your library time has reduced quite a bit and even in your house your attention was wandering constantly. For the last three days you walked around your whole campus trying so hard to bump into that good-looking visage one more time, going back and forth that hallway hoping to see that guy.
Describing his appearance to Chaewon and Yunjin didnât help a bit, especially because everything you could remember was his sweet voice, his silky brown hair and his very beautiful smile. Just like any other guy.Â
But he wasnât.Â
He looked smooth, confident and whatever other compliment you could build to him â like, you never really met him to know more than just the appearance, and his looks exuded that so you just guessed. The fucking âsweetheartâ coming from his mouth sounded too good for your own heart. And that was everything you got from him. Not even a glimpse of something else like what classes he got or anything like that.
âI donât know, Iâm starting to worry you are seeing ghosts or making people up, girlâ, Yunjin said as her hands unwrapped her sandwich right before she took a big bite.
âIâm not!â you whined with a pout. âI swear to god he exists. I need him to exist. Heâs too fine,â you whispered the last part, even though they both heard you.
âThis is definitely something someone who is starting to see things would say, yâknow that, right?â Chaewon said with a laugh, making you chuckle a bit because, well, itâs true. How does one prove a person exists given that no one but you saw him?
The campus was big enough for you not to see him ever again, however after the quick encounter you noticed he walked towards the end of the hallway, to classes that only someone with an area of study similar to yours would go to.
âThis is frustrating,â you stated, looking at the people wandering around still hoping to see him. Your lunch already forgotten in front of you.
âDonât you have a date in like a few hours?â Chaewon questioned with a raised eyebrow. âShouldnât we be worrying about you and that hot Jay guy instead of you and the we-donât-even-know-if-he-exists guy?â
âSheâs right, baby,â Yunjin added. âJay looks adorable. You should focus on him.â
You nodded defeated, sighing and forcing yourself to re-read your texts with the said guy. âYouâre rightâ, you smiled a bit.
Jay: Looking forward to our date tonight! <3
You: yeah, me too :)Â
And just like that the afternoon has arrived and you got yourself in a dilemma of clothing and accessories and shoes and makeup and even between your perfumes! Everything seemed terrible together, nothing was right, no cloth piece looked good enough to match Jayâs insane visuals and taste in style. Through his photos you noticed the way he fashioned himself, wearing fancy brands with a generous constancy, looking too good for yourself.
You were on the verge of crying when Yunjin called you, as if she felt in her guts you needed her.
âHey,â you answered the call, quickly accepting the change to a video call and propping your phone on your desk. âHow we doinâ, baby?â She asked curiously with a big excited smile. âWhy arenât you ready yet?â You noticed she had makeup on and was doing her hair while talking to you.
âNot doing well, JinnieâŠâ you pouted, looking at the mess around you. You were dealing with a lot of emotions at the same time and felt so lost. âI donât know what to wear,â you said sincerely. âI feel like nothing I have here is enough to match Jayâs.â
In your defense, itâs been a long time since you ever went on a date, especially a dinner date and with someone so elegant like Jay.
You werenât expecting Yunjin almost screaming at you. âDonât you dare to say anything like that ever again!â You startled. âY/N, you will look good in any clothing you decide to wear, because you are hot. Not your clothes or accessories or anything. They just complement your own beauty!â
While Chaewon normally was the one who would speak up for the whole group in terms of defending her girls, Yunjin worked on the other part of bringing the mood and the self esteem up. And both of them always did a great job.
âYou are so fucking right, Yunjin,â she smiled proudly after you spoke, continuing her job on doing her hair.
You looked around one more time, getting out of the frame just to change yourself in a simple black dress long enough to cover half of your tights and the exact amount of tightness that hugged your curves with close perfection. âThoughts?â You appeared again in front of the camera after a few minutes of trying some accessories.
âSexy. And pretty. You are so getting laid tonight!â You chuckled. âI think Iâm not the only one, though?â You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and she just giggled, before saying a quick goodbye and ending the call.
Just like you, she had things to get done.Â
Putting on some lip gloss as a final touch, you were ready. And just in time as you felt your phone vibrating inside your purse with Jay's text.
Jay: Iâm here :) You: Coming!
The big car greeting the door of your building was expected at some point, nonetheless your shocking expression was hardly disguised with a nervous smile. As Jay stepped out of his car, you quickly analyzed his outfit and had to take a breath because his white button up shirt with the sophisticated black trousers was getting yourself out of orbit. You felt a little dizzy when his hand positioned on your waist as he leaned to greet you with a little kiss on the cheek and a pretty smile.
He opened the door for you and when you both had settled down on the car seat, he said âYou look great, Y/Nâ. With his help, you put on the seatbelt and thanked with a kind smile. "You look good yourself too, Jay."
The drive to the restaurant was quite normal, a few words being exchanged here and there, the conversation was pretty ordinary. You were a pile of nerves and you had to almost physically stop yourself from moving your legs up and down due to the feeling of anxiety. Itâs not like Jay was making you uncomfortable, but you didnât felt too comfortable either. The whole fancy type of thing was getting you too hesitant for a first date. You were more like a cafe date girly, stargazing at some open air park or maybe a picnic. Now you were blaming yourself for not letting that out beforehand.
Jay parked the car at the parking lot. âWeâre hereâ, his voice broke you out of your mind and when you glanced up at the restaurant you felt like dying inside.
Too fancy.
âItâs⊠amazing,â was everything that slipped out your mouth as you got out of the car with Jayâs help. âIâm glad you liked it, princess.â
The pet name didnât get you the much you hoped it would, actually it made you think about the fucking hallway guy and his smooth âsweetheartâ saying, sending shivers down your spine.
When both of you reached the table reserved under the name Park Jongseong and you looked through the menu, you knew you were fucked up. With no shame, though, you asked âCould you order for me? I know little to no ingredients on this paper.â
Jay let a small breathy laugh and nodded ordering for both of you. He picked a wine impressively saying the name and the year and whatever other things wines have in its description trying to impress you. However, your focus was on the view that you finally noticed on your right side that faced a big window. The night sky was impressive and the moon was shining prettily.Â
âEnjoying the view?â he asked after sipping a bit of his wine. âYeah, itâs incredible. I love the moon, actually Iââ you didnât had the chance to even start on your probably long talk about how much interested you are in the moon, being cutted of by Jay.
âDid you know that once I almost had the chance to go to the moon?â Your head snapped so fast towards his direction that you thought you would break your neck. âWhat?â The discredited and doubtful expression adorning your face was so clear still you were not afraid of showing it off.
With that, you discovered a not so good part of Jay: his somewhat annoying and exaggerated personality of trying to impress you with exorbitant things, too different from the texts you guys had exchanged. You had no interest knowing that his first birthday present was diamonds or that his dad bought him a car even before he turned eighteen. Let alone that he traveled to every single place you said during the conversation.
The way he would blurt out interrupting you in order to say "It's so amazing there! You would love the beaches and the museums, and the..." so it goes, every single time was really angering you.
Feeling left out in a duo talk was a new experience to you. How could someone be so full of himself and act like his life is the only one that matters? His gentlemanly aura was falling down very fast.
âYou donât seem to be enjoying our date,â he pointed with elegance when you went full quiet, looking directly at you. You sipped a bit of the wine that actually tasted too bad for your palate, noticing how half of your food was left out on your plate. You forced yourself to eat as much as you could handle, but the aftertaste of that food was worse than the taste itself.Â
âOh, now you noticed me,â you artificially smiled.
âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, a bit offended. You got nervous, but didnât let that get on you. âI mean that for the past two hours all you talk about is yourself. At first I was like âokay, this is how we know each other!â, but since then I havenât had the chance to talk about anything related to myself, like my likings or whatever,â you vented, having to take a deep breath and drink some more wine afterwards.Â
âIâm sorry, but I donât get it,â Jay seemed honestly confused.
âAre you stupid?â the question slipped your tongue a bit too fast for your own thinking. You widened your eyes and covered your mouth with your hand. âIâm sorry IââÂ
âI donât think Iâm stupid, but I really donât get it. Itâs my first date in a while and I donât really remember having to listen to the girls at allâŠâ
Squinting, you questioned genuinely, âWhat do you mean? Like, the girls you took out on dates just⊠listened to you bragging about diamonds and travels?â He kinda mimicked your expression and replied as if it was obvious â...YeahâŠâÂ
After you blinked a few times you recomposed yourself and drank the whole wine on your glass at one go wishing you could just get drunk enough to forget that night. Jay watched you with a fazed expression as you got up from your chair. âIâm sure youâll find someone that likes you the way you are. But with all due respect, to me, you kinda⊠Yâknow. So Iâm leaving.â You pointed with your thumb to your back, not even knowing if the exit was that way. âIt was⊠an experience, I think.â You forced a smile. âDo I have to pay for something?âÂ
âNo, donât worry about that,â he was quick in his response, feeling a bit ashamed and soon adding âBut I can get you home, you just have to wait for me to pââ
âNah, Iâm fine. Iâll call a cab or whatever,â you interrupted him as soon as you could, not wanting to spend any more second with him. Being in a closed space with him for more than a few seconds would be too embarrassing.Â
âY/N, come on. Itâs the least I can do for you. You donât have to walk alone at night, it can be dangerous.â You sighed, tapping his shoulder softly when you got closer to him. âJay, itâs fine. It was not meant to be,â you tried to sound certain but what left your mouth was a mix of sneering with a doubtful tone. When he said nothing more, you left.
You were free. And also hungry. And a bit tipsy.
Maybe it was not the best idea to walk alone at that time of the night, but somehow you managed to feel better outside than with Jay. He was great, but definitely not for you.
You questioned yourself if calling Yunjin or Chaewon or maybe both could be a good idea, but knowing them they would show up in no time and try to beat the crap out of Jay and you werenât in the mood to witness a murder. Actually all you needed was food. And maybe a cozy place. Nevertheless you typed on your phone just to update your girls.
You: Date went down the hole Guyâs kinda suck ngl Chaebae đ: WDYM ARE YOU OKAYÂ DO YOU NEED ME TO GET THAT BASTARD OR WHAT WHAT DID HE DO WHERE ARE YOU Jinnie đ: iâm very much drunk rn but tell me his address and i'll kick his ass and get you home or are you home already?
You laughed at the quick replies you received and typed some reassurance to them while continuing your walking process. Your goal at that point was to find a convenience store where you could get some lamen and perhaps a soda.
While you wrote down your last message walking slowly not to trip, you bumped into someone, face straight to their chest.
Firm and cunning hands held you by the waist since you lost balance because of your heels, preventing you from falling. Before you could even say anything, that fucking woody essence went directly through your senses and it was as if history was reescribing itself, like a gift from fate. This time, you were fully in his arms.
You looked up. âIâm soâ Oh, you again?â He showed his charming smile. Because of the proximity you noticed how the corner of his lips were a bit curvy. So attractive and for what?Â
Just like the last time, you blinked twice before realizing what really was happening, feet fixed on the ground. âIâm starting to consider that you like bumping into my chest, sweetheart,â he said with a grin, his mentoled breath hitting straight on your face.
Thank god his hands still held your waist, otherwise you would definitely fall. Your baffled expression had him chuckling a bit. âDid I hurt you?â he asked with care, looking directly at your eyes. His pretty chocolate eyes were hidden behind black specs this time.
You kept gazing stupidly at him like he was a distinct specie, an alien or something, not being able to say a word. Your throat was dry, you were sure you had lost the ability of talking. âHave you forgotten how to talk, pretty one?â He sniggered and bold but gently placed a strand of your hair behind your ear with his free hand. You shivered and almost leaned into the touch. âI remember you having such an endearing voice,â and just like that you finally let your body respond and blushed, taking a deep breath while starting to move away from him âIâm sorry, I didnât see yoââ
âCut that off, sweetheart," he let you go, making sure you were stable on your feet. You missed the warmth of his body on yours right away. Also you took your time to appreciate his clothing. The deep red shirt with white stripes covered with a black jacket looked too good on him. "Iâm worried our encounters will keep happening like this. You might end up getting hurt for real,â the concerned tone did not go unnoticed, even mixed with the teasing-flirtatious one.
Your eyes wandered his face quickly before you let out a chuckle and diverted your attention away. You decided to ignore the buzzing sound of your phone as you put it inside your purse. âThat wouldnât be fun, would it?â, you said.
âDefinitely not,â you looked back at him, caughting the shining eyes staring at you already like all he had down his sight was you. âA beautiful face like yours cannot be hurt, am I right?â And again there was that too attractive sly smile adorning his lips. You decided to smile back but shyly yet unable to hold the visual contact for more than a few seconds, cheeks still reddened.Â
âI donât know you enough to say that but you seem a bit⊠offâ, he was now looking at you with his gleaming puppy eyes, head slightly tilted to the side. âYeah, I might be a little bit tipsy.â
Normally you would be mad at the fact the small amount of wine was hitting that hard, blaming your weakness towards alcohol for making you feel kinda dizzy and too bold for your own good â you internally debated if that dizzines came from the alcohol or from other sources, like the very good looking man standing in front of you.
Still you thanked the fearless feeling running through your veins at that very moment, otherwise where would you find enough courage to say what you said next?
âAre you down to get some lamen at some random convenience store with me?â, you had no idea what your words could mean to him and honestly werenât expecting much, but as soon as his face lit up like you told him he won a good amount of money, you felt victorious. âIs this your way of flirting? Because if it is, itâs working on me.âÂ
âThatâs good to know, nameless boyâ, you scoffed with a seductively undertone, the little smirk on your lips and your now boldness to maintain eye contact making him laugh as a failed attempt to hide his flustered self. The next moment you both were greeting each other with a quick handshake after he offered his hand to you. âIâm Jakeâ.
The hallway boy finally got a name, and not only that, you were now sure of his existence.
Sitting on a bench at the little shop you managed to find, the angry ownerâs expression facing you two was as clear as crystal water and got you thinking if you were being too loud. Without caring much you just let it be, since being with Jake apparently meant you will be noisy eventually. It was not necessarily his fault, the both of you just shared too many common interests that made it difficult not to get overly excited during the conversation.Â
It all began with just a normal âno way you like this flavor!â â with a very strong Australian accent from his side â and since then the flow went smoothly. His company had been greatly enjoyable so far and you let yourself be more and more comfortable about sharing some self information.
For example at some point you discovered he was a physics student, and with that you instantly shared about your love for the moon â also the lack of acknowledgement about it. You explained that you were affectionate to the moon because of its beauty, shining brightly in the sky even when behind heavy clouds. Looking at it always made you feel somehow free, especially when some breeze hits your body simultaneously.Â
Jake carefully listened to you with fond eyes and after you finished, he started to explain a bit of theory to you, sounding too smart. He looked very attractive saying words you didnât even know the meaning behind and you noticed you were paying way too much attention to the way his charming lips were moving as he did so.Â
And just like that you traveled around many subjects. You being more emotional and Jake more rational, respectfully giving each other the chance to speak, constantly but easily finding ways to match oneâs energy. You finally felt heard that night. And one of the topics being, of course, the whole date situation.
âOk, so what youâre telling me is that this Jay guy told you about his whole financial status, which I admit makes me kinda envious, and you still managed to end up here with me at some very random convenience store eating cheap lamen?â, he shook off the empty package of said lamen, staring at you with an amusement look.
âYep,â you nodded, slurping the last bite of your food. âAnd also I called him stupid.âÂ
âAt his face,â he completed the very important piece of information, finishing his food as well. Jake licking his lips to clean it up didnât go unnoticed by you. âI swear if I was Jay I would be crying right now,â he stated as a fact and you groaned.
âDonât make me feel bad for him, please,â you uttered with a whine and he laughed at you, his eyes turning into little crescents as he did so. âI swear he was nice and prolly had good intentions, but yâknowâŠâ you left unfinished, but Jake concluded for you. âHe bragged about diamonds hoping you would fall for him or something.â
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head before drinking the last sip of your soda, âyeah, definitely not my type.â
Jake decided to restrain the urge of asking what your type would be, a little afraid he was off league. âWell, at least you got on a date with me,â he sneered. You chuckled.Â
âI knew I would hit my pretty face directly on your so toned chest when I walked out that date,â you said sarcastically and then added âthatâs why I decided to go in the first place.â
You were feeling way better now, belly full of good food that really pleased your taste buds and not drunk anymore, although you still let the boldness command your words through the talking once and while. You found out that behind Jakeâs flirtatious and teasing way of speaking to you, there was also a very sheepish boy that would get flustered from time to time, like right now. He laughed off and drank the rest of his soda in order to run away from your very sharp but playful eyes.
Jake was so entertained by you. The way you expressed yourself so cheerfully and vibrantly. Whenever some topic of your liking was on the track your eyes would instantly get an almost childish sparkle as your hands motioned in a very exciting way and your detailed explanations would be voiced out.
Also he discovered you were a lot more confident than he thought you could be. He would be lying if he said he wasnât liking this side of yours, audaciously flirting with him whenever you got the chance to do so, without holding back your bold responses. The feeling of the top of his ears burning knowing they were very much red was starting to become common for him. He did not had to know that you not only noticed his reactions, but was loving every minute.
Despite that, he tried to keep his cool.
âWhat are you up to after here, sugar?â, Jake asked forcing a nonchalantly tone while playing with the rings adorning his fingers, and yet again you were forced to remember the fucking cute pet names that got you flushed everytime he dared to say them. You looked away for a bit before answering.
âI donât know, maybe go home⊠Watch some videos until I fall asleepâ, you shrugged. Early on that day you werenât expecting to find yourself in a situation like that, actually the whole program was to get âdicked downâ â as Chaewon worded. However, you weren't disappointed either with how the evening turned out to be.
âCome on, Y/N,â your name went out too smoothly on Jakeâs plumpy lips, his honeyed voice never failing to make you flutter slightly. Still you tried to keep your composure. âItâs friday and youâre wearing such a beautiful dress to what? To go home, watch videos and sleep?â He mocked the last part and you chuckled before lazily smiling in his direction, fully facing him. You recognized the tiredness starting to consume your body slowly which did not go unnoticed by Jake. Your tinted cheeks from the compliment also did not go unnoticed by him.
âAnd what would you recommend me to do, Jakey?â
âJakey?â He raised an eyebrow, liking the way you pronounced the nickname a bit too much, thinking it was definitely something he could grow used to.
You just kept smiling, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You perceived how close on the seat you both were as if a magnet pulled you two together through that night, your bare shoulder slightly brushing against his clothed one from time to time.
âTo be honest I just wanted an excuse to point out how gorgeous you are in this dress,â he licked his bottom lip as a habit while you didnât even have the chance to properly receive the compliment, Jake being too smooth with it. âI donât have any good recommendations, but if youâre down we cââ
The sound of your phone ringing interrupted Jakeâs possible plans, making both of you startle. You saw Yunjinâs name on the screen and wondered whether to answer or not.
âArenât you gonna pick up?â Jake asked with curiosity.Â
âActually, yes I will,â you remembered you left your friends hanging on your texts and have been unintentionally ignoring them, so it was only fair to give a quick update just to make them sure you are still alive.Â
âHi babyâ, you picked up the call with a smile, hearing a very drunk Yunjin on the other side. âNo, Iâm not home yetâ, Jake watched as you talked on your phone with a neutral expression. He himself feeling a bit worried with the usage of nicknames and with your cute tone towards the person.
He knew you just went out on a date, assuming that you were at least looking to have some fun, however that fact should not be enough to stop you from being unavailable. Jake thought that a pretty girl like you probably already had a love interest in line.
âDonât worry, Jinnie. You donât have to come pick me upâ, you glanced over at Jake who was now paying too much attention to the table in front of him, lost in his own mind and also trying to give you some privacy. You grinned, âIâm not alone.â Jake accidentally heard a very loud âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUâRE NOT ALONE?â through your phone and had to hold back a laugh. âIâm with⊠Someone,â you kept your eyes on him as you spoke to Yunjin, grabbing his attention when you indirectly mentioned his presence. âIâll talk to you later, yeah?â and then you ended the call with a âLove you, bye.â
âI didnât mean to hear it, but Iâm intriguedâŠâ you knew where Jake was going with that, so you just kept your smile. ââSomeoneâ, huh?â He said with a smirk, clearly messing with you.Â
You turned your head to someplace else because no matter how bold you can be sometimes, the following line that you let out made you hesitate a bit beforehand.
âWell, in my defense I donât plan to introduce you to my friends through my phone, let alone as a mere guy I just met,â although you tried to keep your cheekily tone, it was obvious how shy you were feeling, gazing briefly at Jakeâs direction as you said.
Jake hadnât noticed until now that he was holding his breath a little, relievedly letting it out as he watched your pretty face and expressions. Regardless, the whole phrase made his head spin, replacing previous thoughts with new, more intense ones, all at once. What do you mean by that?
âThen how are you planning to introduce me?â he boldly questioned leaning towards you a little in order to find a way to look you in the eye again, finding adorable your demeanor right now breaking every little eye contact way too quickly.Â
You giggled.
Jake thought he had just found his favorite sound in the world.
âWeâll see, Jakey.âÂ
Jake rode you home.
He noticed how lazy your hooded eyes started to look and decided to end the âdateâ instead of taking you to somewhere else, which you particularly found endearing. The bar was low, you admitted to yourself, but a cute guy being considerate for your entertainment other than just leading you anywhere else for his own amusement made your heart flutter.Â
However, the moment he offered to take you home you immediately refused, emphasizing that he didn't need to worry and that you would not let him waste gas for nothing. The reply he gave was a not so subtle âI donât careâ, alongside with âIâll not let you freeze outside waiting for a cab and I donât trust you enough to let you borrow my jacket for tonight,â making you laugh at his little mischievous tone, especially because as soon as you both were in his car he put his black jacket on your shoulders.
âI thought you donât trust me enough to have it?â You referred to the jacket, feeling too inebriated by its smell.Â
âThere's a big difference between leaving it to you alone without knowing if you'll ever hand me back and letting you have it under my watch, sweetheart.â His smug face looked too charming as he spoke and the damn sweetheart again got to you with ease. You chuckled while watching the street lights passing by.Â
The ride was calmer than you expected. The radio played on some random station working as a beautiful background to the soft words exchanged between you two. You noticed Jakeâs attractive side profile as he focused on the road rambling some physics thing in a very excited way. Your body felt too tired to keep any thoughts on track, leading you to just listen to his sweet voice embracing you mildly until you both arrived in front of your apartment building.
Of course he didnât let you open the door and also helped you to get out. The touch of his warm hand under yours sended a shiver down your spine.Â
âThank you for the ride, Jake,â you said with a gentle smile.
âMy pleasure, sugar,â your cheeks reddened hard as you started to take off his jacket. âYou donât have to,â he shook his hand in front of him, refusing to get the clothing piece back. You looked at him with a stunned-confused expression, lips parted a bit. Before you could even protest he interrupted you. âI need an excuse to see you again, right?â And send you a wink.
As if he said just a normal thing, he confidently got back to his car, letting behind a very flustered you.Â
Little did you know how shaky his hands rested on the wheel as he drove off, looking forward to meeting you again.
Of course you had to spend your whole weekend waiting for Monday to come â a peculiar behavior you admitted to yourself. But neither you nor Jake got each other's phone number so all you could do was to wait and hope for the best. You didnât even know if you would meet him again at the campus because you searched for him nonstop the last few days and never got the chance to do so, making you regret even more about not getting any information about where to find him.
His jacket rested on your desk chair as you deeply stared at the little stars adorning your bedroom ceiling. Stars that remembered how shiny Jakeâs eyes looked when he started to talk about Theory of relativity or anything like that. You also remember paying just enough attention to understand and to keep the talking flow, focusing more on the way his lips moved as doing so.
You groaned, rolling on your bed sheets. How long a weekend can be? You were acting like a teenager for having a crush on a stranger! You knew little to no things about Jake. You knew his age â one year older than you, you knew his majoring and you also found out the reason behind him being at your campus block â he had to deliver some paperwork to a friend of his. But other than some common interests and his music taste, that was it.Â
Was him a good person? He showed you a good personality for sure, to the point your heart sank with the idea of losing all that excitement to see him again just because heâs good looking and has a great talk. Still you kept questioning yourself. What if he was the player type? Just hitting for one night stand and thatâs it?
Monday morning arrived but you did not had enough time to develop any more thoughts when you got to the university. As soon as you reached it, Chaewon and Yunjin flooded you with a very long investigation about what the hell happened that friday.
Talking in person was always an option for the three of you, the feeling of looking eye to eye and reading each other's expressions was more interesting than having to guess it over a phone or video call. Normally you three would pick a place to go and have a little "friends date" and talk about the stuff that happened for hours. However this time you choose to use the excuse you were busy studying, having too many assignments left behind which neither of them bought it from you.
âSo Jay sucks?â Chaewon asked. âI donât like putting it like that,â you murmured. âBut yeah, we just didnât hit it off, yâknow?â You just shrugged.
You three were walking towards the class you shared that morning, not caring much about being a little late.Â
âBaby, youâre too nice,â Yunjin hugged you sideways and smiled at you. âYou can say a man is stupid.â
âActually I did,â you smiled mischievously and they both looked at you with shocked expressions. âNot my proudest moment, but I said it to his face. Unintentionally, I swear!â Â
Chaewon and Yunjin broke down the shocked expressions to laugh out loud with the idea of you calling your failed date a stupid right to his face.
 âAnd whatâs with the jacket?â Yunjin questioned when you stopped to grab your things from your locker.
She knew every clothing piece you had as if it was hers because of your constant need for help in terms of putting together what you like, and even though the jacket looked good on you, definitely wasn't part of your wardrobe.Â
âItâs Jakeâs, Iâm planning to send it back to him today.âÂ
They already knew about Jake, but not too much. You shared a little through texts not wanting to fill too much of their expectations. Knowing your two best friends, they would go crazy if you detailed your night out.
They both exchanged glances before Chaewon spoke âIf he really exists.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, picking up all you needed from your locker before answering. âHe does. And heâs⊠pretty nice.â You tried your best not to sound too whipped at that time, especially because you were still worrying if he would be loyal to his words or if the whole talk about meeting you again was just a big bluff.Â
But apparently one thing about Jake itâs that he can counter you with ease. As if you summoned his presence, the honeyed voice that you didnât realize until now you missed hearing, said from behind you.Â
âHey, pretty one.â your head snapped to the direction faster than you would like to admit, meeting the beautiful plump lips turned into a little smile. He looked you up and down, checking on you. âI donât think Iâll need the jacket back. You look better on it anyway.â His eyes were locked at you, and only you. You had to remind yourself to breathe, because, God Jake was so hot.Â
That day he opted to wear just a normal white shirt with dark jeans and black shoes. At first he thought about really getting his jacket back, because you didnât know that but that jacket was his favorite. But as soon as he put his eyes on you and noticed how cute you looked with his clothing piece seeming too big like an oversized one, he gave up.
âH-hi,â you damned yourself for stuttering, being fully aware that your friends looked as astonished as you at that moment, but for different reasons. You started to get the jacket off your body by saying âOf course I have to give it bacââ, he shushed you with his index finger before you could finish and your eyes widened, making you stop all your movements.
âDonât worry, I meant it when I say you look good on it,â you gulped as you nodded speechless. âHere,â he handed you a little paper and your shaky hands took it, you saw numbers written. âItâs my number, you can text me whenever, yeah?â He licked his lips suddenly feeling nervous.
Apparently being around you was an easy break of his flirtatious self. However, he forced himself on this one and said âI gotta go now, Iâm kinda late,â he ruffled your hair gently before leaning close to whispering on your left ear, lips lightly touching your skin âSee you around, sugar.â
You immediately choked on your own saliva, your cheeks burning like hell, fully unable to say a word. âAnd bye to you both as well!â Jake referred to the girls as he started to run down the corridor to his own campus building.Â
âBye!â both Yunjin and Chaewon said in unison. You had to blink twice before realizing what just happened. âGirl!!!â Yunjin screamed and you noticed Chaewon covering her mouth as well. âWhat the fuck?!?!âÂ
âIââ you tried saying anything but you couldnât, not only because of your own brain turning into mush, but because your friends were way too hyped and interrupted you.Â
âThe way he looked at you?â
âTHE PET NAMES!!!â
ââPretty oneâ!? He so down bad, what the actual fuck?â
âAnd heâs cute as hell!!!â
You were overwhelmed with all of that, walking just because the two girls were forcing you to move forward while keeping squealing about Jake's actions.Â
âI know that nose can do wonders,â Yunjin said cheekily as soon as you sat in your class seats and you immediately turned to look at her with a terrified expression.
âHuh Yunjin!!!â, you smacked her shoulder with wide eyes and she just laughed together with Chaewon.Â
As your ordinary Monday normally would go, you were now sitting under a tree reading the latest book your teacher assigned for an assignment. You always loved to take a break from the library and to literally touch some grass, using your free time to catch up with all the paperwork you needed.
A shadow approached you, blocking the sunlight and catching your attention. You didnât expect to see Jake hovering over you. With a raised eyebrow, you asked. âAre you following me?â
âNo, I just missed you.â He ironized, taking a seat near you and looking at your book. âYouâre such a nerd,â he mimicked your position, so his head was also resting on the tree behind you two but he was facing you. Too close.Â
You nervously gulped before saying, âYeah, cuz Iâm the one who likes to show myself off to a girl talking about Theory of relativity and other physical termsâ, you sounded too sarcastic and instantly felt bad. âIâm not complaining, by the way,â you whispered looking away, part of you hoping for him not to hear but due to the proximity he obviously heard. And smiled.
Jake was afraid you could hear his heartbeats at that moment. Your side profile enchanted him in ways he could not describe. Your shy little smile got him thinking if it would be too weird to take a picture to have it with him forever.
He looked away, enjoying the silence.
âItâs very calm over here,â he said in a deep low voice, resting his chin on his knee. You took advantage of him not facing you anymore and watched him as he watched other people wander around, almost forgetting to say something back.
âYeah, I like it here because itâs always calm like this,â he looked back at you when you talked. You forced yourself to keep eye contact for as long as you could, trying your best to ignore your burning cheeks.Â
Jake looked away. You noticed he was flustered too.Â
âAnd what about you, Jakey?â The little nickname spilling out your mouth like sugar, he almost melted. âIsnât your campus like a few blocks from here?â
He chuckled, âYeah, but Iâve got like an hour to spare before my next class.â You hummed. âSo I decided to come over and thought I could maybe bump into you again,â he slyly smiled at you. You laughed at the term he used.Â
âBut I can go away if you want me to, sweetheart.â
You instantly shook off your head and almost grabbed his arm as if trying to stop him from getting up. âYou can stay.â
âOkay.â
And he did.Â
There was a brief silence moment before you plucked up the courage to ask. âWhatâs with the pet names?â
âYou donât like them?â
The worried puppy eyes he gave you almost broke your heart. âItâs not that⊠Itâs just, y'knowâŠâ, you shrugged, trying to find the right way to put it. âDo you use them with everyone?â
You needed to know. You noticed Jake shuffling on his seat a bit, as if he was uncomfortable. And well, he wasn't fully comfortable either. There was no good explanation to why he called you all of that, and no, he didnât use pet names with no other people but you. He dated two other girls before and of course called them cute pet names while being with them, but now you were the only one on his mind since the first encounter and he could not help it.
Jake was a believer of âlove at first sightâ, however he understood the necessity of getting to know the other person if he wanted to build something with them and never really got carried away with the primary delusional feeling.
With you he was kinda different. He let his flirtatious side shine way more easily than he would normally do. When he noticed how cute the girl who bumped on his chest that day was, he just let it all out. Little did you know that his first instinct of flirting with you was due to his nervousness.Â
Now he would be down to a one night stand type of thing if you wanted to, but didnât sound right to do so. You looked too precious to him. He wanted to be close to you and get to know every single piece of you before anything. He wanted to know your likings, interests and overall personality.
He could let himself fall in love with you.
Immersed in his own thoughts, he didnât even realize he had become quiet and left you hanging kinda in a compromised position.
âYou know what? Forget it,â you shook it off, feeling embarrassed. It wasn't like he owes you any explanation about his life or what he does with it. If he decided to play with your feelings, then you should know your position of not falling for it. âTell me something very nerdy about your area,â you asked brightly. âIâve got a few minutes still.â
You noticed how bold you became around Jake. Apparently that's how it worked between you two.Â
He would be the one starting the whole thing, making you get too flustered for your own good with the cute names and shameless flirting, until he breaks out the character for a few seconds, enough for you to be the audacious one and make him blush.
At some point you started to get used to Jakeâs presence in your everyday life. Both of you would constantly reach for the other during free time just to hang out, and sometimes to grab some food together. Yet you never let him get too close, fearing that you would let yourself get too attached to the feeling. You made it a rule not to fall for him and youâve been holding on so far, even with Jake making it way too difficult.Â
Jake was sweet, caring and not afraid to express his feelings when he needed to. Not only that but he also would remember little details about you, like your favorite coffee order or the fact that you can only listen to the first half of a song because you think the rest sucks â Jake always skips it when playing on his car radio.Â
He got along with your friends easily as heâs a well spoken person as well, and even introduced you to his own friends. You met Heeseung and Sunghoon, the last one being a classmate of Jake while Heeseung studied music, both older than you. You found out that Heeseung was the said friend who made Jake wander around your campus causing the whole bumping-into-each-other situation and it became an inside joke among all of you.
Jake made it normal to ask you out from time to time within the excuse that both of you were overwhelmed with the university duties and deserved to see the outside world.
So after todayâs classes you walked down the parking lot after receiving a text from him saying he would take you to a place â he refused to tell you where you were going.Â
He was already waiting for you, being too attractive as he leaned against his car while looking at something on his phone. Your heart started to pump fast in your chest, making you take a few deep breaths beforehand.Â
âHey,â you greeted when you got closer and he glanced over at you, immediately opening a big smile and embracing you in a hug.
âHi, gorgeous,â you took your sweet time to feel the warmth of his body and perfume. âReady to go?âÂ
You moved back from the hug and watched as he opened the door car for you.
âMhm, but you got me extra curious, so Iâm having high expectations,â you tried to exaggerate in your words in order to get a little hint, but of course Jake was already getting immune to your tricks at this point so he just laughed.
âIâm sure youâll like it, sweetheart.â
You settled yourself in his car, feeling way too comfortable with the amount of time you already spended there with him as you threw your bag on the backseats and chose the song for the trip.Â
Jake dared you to show him your favorite songs every time you two drove together, but you wanted to get to know his music taste as well so you two decided to alternate who chose the songs for that day. And it was your turn.
âParamore for today, huh?â He pointed out with a small smile.
âYeah, you donât like it?âÂ
âI love it.â
One of the reasons your heart beat fast when around Jake was the freedom to be yourself and just do whatever you wanted to do, without even noticing you caused the same to him with your charming behavior. Every time he stopped at a red light he would look at you bobbing your head and lip syncing to the lyrics excitedly while doing a little dance.Â
He tried his best to not show how dearing he was looking at you, but you caught the cute brown eyes facing your side from time to time and the only reaction from both of you was to look away and blush.Â
As the conversation flowed, he shared a bit of his day to you, telling about how stressed he has been because of his study partner being a pain in his ass, and the only hint of where you were going he let out was âAnd because of that, I need to de-stress and thatâs why we goinâ where we goinââ.Â
You pouted and forced the best puppy eye you could while looking at his direction. He almost broke out. âYouâre mean. You donât make a girl curious like that.â
âDonât worry, we are almost there.â
You gave up trying to figure out where you were going and hoped for the best. You knew that with Jake nothing could be bad, because his presence alone was enough.Â
Jake felt similar to you, not admitting out loud that just the fact that you were with him already reduced a lot of his stress. You may not know that but everyday he was eagerly waiting for the moment you both would meet during the day, and when you couldn't find time to do so, he was thrilled to receive a simple text from you.
Your presence was enough to make him happy.
It didn't take longer than a few songs for you to arrive at the place you instantly recognized as a beach.
âA beach?â You sounded excited, but also a bit confused. You donât think you have clothes to enter the water and the sun was already starting to set, so you didnât get much of his idea at first.
Jake parked the car and as usual, he opened the door for you. âYep. I know itâs kinda late for a swim or anything like that, but it wasnât planning to do anyways,â he helped you to get out.
Normally he would let your hand go as soon as you felt stable on your feet after leaving the car, but that day he decided to hold your hand as he gently pulled you in the direction he wanted to take you.
You said nothing. How could you? The slender fingers holding yours had broken you down. The air felt thick in your airways as you walked alongside him, heart beating louder and louder while you watched the beautiful view of the sun finding its way down the horizon. The cold breeze hit your face and brought so much peace to your inner self. You could live forever like that.
Jake suddenly stopped walking and since you were a bit behind him, you bumped slightly at his back, hands still together. You looked over his shoulder and gasped. The place you two were now had a better view of the sunsetting and the waves calmly hitting the rocks sounded way too heavenly.
You blinked slowly, reluctantly letting Jake hand go as you walked a bit forward. Behind you, he watched as your hair flew due the breeze.
"It's so pretty..." you uttered under your breath, mesmerized by the look of the orange and pinkish colored sky. You felt like crying.Â
He took a few steps and glanced at your serene expression.Â
While you enjoyed the view, Jake enjoyed you.
"Yeah, very pretty."
You had no clue of how fast Jakeâs heart was beating right now. He was hypnotized by you, a sudden urge to kiss you building up his mind right away.Â
âI now understand why you come here to de-stressâ, you said after a while, the sound of your sweet voice bringing him back to reality. He had literally lost himself on you at that very moment.Â
You lazily smiled, feeling extra calm and glanced at Jake, who was already looking at you with soft eyes.
âThank you, Jakey,â you hugged him sincerely. âFor bringing me here and for being here with me. I needed that.â
Jake sighed, hugging you tightly. At this point there was no way he could hide the thump-thump in his chest, and honestly? He stopped caring if you noticed or not.Â
He stopped caring if you noticed he was â not so slowly â falling for you.Â
It was a stressful week for you, not only were you on your period but also dealing with a bunch of deadlines. You considered throwing yourself in front of a bus when you realized how left behind you were in your assignments. Your finals getting closer and closer didnât help either.
For good and long days you almost locked yourself at the library in order to catch up with everything, because even with the help of some friends that shared the classes with you you were barely holding on.
Jake would appear out of nowhere and give you a cup of warm coffee, some muffins and a little kiss on your forehead before heading out and letting you do your thing.
âI just wanna make sure youâre eating well, princess,â he would say every time. And no matter how lovingly his actions would be, you couldn't allow yourself to feel them because of your anxiety of failure.
And yes, ever since you asked about the nicknames and stuff he started to use them more often than your heart could handle, especially after he discovered that you liked them, even if you didn't admit it out loud.
Friday arrived. You wished you could get excited about going out to the little party Jake said Heeseung would be throwing that evening, but you needed a good night of sleep and your whole body was aching due to your period. You just wanted to sink on your bed sheets after taking a hot shower.
One thing that became normal in your life was getting a ride with Jake some days of the week, unfortunately he didnât have any classes on fridays so you just had to walk your way home. You took your sweet time to feel the cold autumn breeze hit you on the face hoping it would take away all your stress. The buzzling sound of your phone caught your attention as you saw Jakeâs text on its display.
Jakey đ¶:  Hey there princess Itâs been three days since I last saw you and Iâm ngl, I kinda miss your pretty face lol I hope youâre doing well I left you a little smth at your apartment. At the door, ofc Donât freak out, I didnât stole your keys or broke into your house or smth Please, donât stress yourself too much <3 And dw, Iâm not mad youâre not going to the party Have a good rest, pretty girl. AND PLEASE donât forget to eat!!!!
You almost cried reading all of that and blamed your hormones for being a mess of feelings.Â
You: Hi Jakey!! Kinda miss you too you left something to me? iâm kinda scared Iâm dealing with cramps rn so Iâm not so fine, but Iâll eventually, dw! And yeah, Iâll make sure to eat and rest well enjoy your night, pretty boy <3
You noticed you felt much braver through texts than in person, but this was the first time you were the one using a nickname so you were shaking a bit.
Jakey đ¶: AJDKSSJDJS SORRy I Yeah, uhm No need to be scared, princess, Iâm sure youâll like it Cramps? Take on some medicine, please!! Do u want me to come over? Are u home yet?
He sounded so desperate and nervous that genuinely made you laugh out loud. But with a simple text back saying âno, you go enjoy your night out and Iâll enjoy my bedâ you finished the conversation as you finally arrived home.Â
Near your apartmentâs doormat, there was a pretty bouquet of daisies alongside a little box of chocolates. You noticed a little hand note inside the bouquet.Â
âI remember you saying you like these flowers and everyday I pass by a flower shop and always think about buying it for you, so today I finally did. Thereâs chocolate too. Hope you like it.
Have a good rest, princess.
Jakeâ
You took a deep breath in order to hold back the tears trying to escape. Not falling for Jake was a difficult rule to follow, and you didnât know if you wanted to keep doing it anymore.
âSo what you're telling me is that Jake left his house on a fucking Sunday morning and brought you ice cream because you... were feeling too lazy to go buy it yourself?â
âWhen you put it like thatâŠâÂ
Chaewon, Yunjin and you were sitting at one of the furthest tables in the cafeteria that you usually went to when the three of you wanted to gossip or just meet to catch things up. It was a late afternoon on a Tuesday and you barely had time to see them in the last few days, mainly because you had missed a few classes to finish reading other teachers' required books.
âThe real question is: why arenât both of you dating already?âÂ
Yunjin was flabbergasted by what you were describing about Jake. Thereâs no way that guy wasnât in love with you at this point. She didn't understand what was taking you so long to ask him out already, especially because she noticed that Jake was kinda holding himself back.
âYeah! He follows you like a little puppy and looks at you like you are a goddess or something!â Chaewon added. âI mean, you are a goddess, but to get someone to look at you like that?!â
âGirl, you gotta bag him ASAP!â Yunjin playfully pushed your shoulder, but you weren't feeling that happy about all of it.
You sighed. âBut what if Iâm just a fun little game to him?â
âWhat?!â It was funny the way both of them said in unison, but instead of laughing you just continued with a sad voice tone.
âYâknow, heâs been flirting with me since the very beginning. I donât know. Part of me believes his words and actions, they seem genuine. But the other part is way too afraid of trusting too much,â a single tear ran down your cheek as you frowned. âI donât want to be hurt again.â You whispered as you looked down.Â
âBaby,â Yunjin, who was sitting next to you, hugged you sideways and planted a sweet little kiss on top of your head. âWe know youâve been through a lot of shit because of your stupid ex, but I donât think Jakeâs like that.â
Chaewon, who was in front of you, took your hand in hers as she spoke. âYeah, and you know, If he tries something or if he dares to break your heart, youâll always have me to make his life a living hell.â
You smiled through the tears running down all over your face. With a reassuring look, Yunjin asked.Â
âGive it a try, yeah?â
Jake knew what he was getting himself into. He would be fine if you put him in the friendship side, but the thought of having you to himself pleased him way too much. The idea of other guys touching you the ways he wanted to, knowing that none of them would treat you right, consumed his mind as much as the vision of your pretty smile.Â
The urge of getting physically closer to you was itching him incessantly.Â
Ever since he discovered that he was in fact falling in love with you, he became unable to get you out of his head. It was like a kind of mantra that chanted your name every time he saw something that reminded him of you, and almost everything reminded him of you.
He didn't had the courage to ask you out on a proper date so far, because even though the both of you had developed an incredibly nice friendship, he was too afraid that he was seeing beyond reality because of his delusional self, and more than that he was scared as hell of losing you.Â
You probably only thought of him as a friend who you could playfully flirt with, he would say to himself. At the same time, the way he sometimes caught you looking at him seemed much more loving than it should.
There seemed to be more love than friendship in that relationship of yours.Â
He was also having to deal with the hard job of avoiding kissing you. Recently he found himself getting lost on your lips too often. A dangerous play. Still he kept you as close as he could, hugging you or having at least one of his arms around your shoulder or waist in order to fulfill a bit of his neediness.Â
Thinking about you and only you, he sighed, finishing his business at his locker, finally reaching the book he was looking for and placing it in his backpack.Â
"Ok, quick question", Jake almost screamed at your sudden appearance when he closed the metal door, widening his eyes and dramatically putting a hand on his chest. You laughed.Â
"Firstly, what are you doing here?â He said after catching his breath. âSecondly, why do you like to scare me so much?", he kinda whined and you laughed.
"I just wanted to know if your name is really Jake or if it's a nickname", you smiled innocently. Jake on the other side of the hand didn't buy your "pure" expression, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would you run all the way through here just to ask about my full name, which Iâm pretty sure you already know?" He wasn't buying any of that.
"Because I wanna manifest you in my life," you answered like it was obvious and you both began to walk side by side. You were going to be very late to your class but your professor has to understand that sometimes you have more important things to do other than attend classes.
"I thought I was already in your life...?" Jake was trully confused.
"Yeah, but I kinda wanna you in my life more than just what you are right now.â
"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Saying your name was an indicator that either he was serious or very confused, either way you didn't care much so you just carried on with your talking.Â
âGo on a date with me.â He stopped walking and so did you. Jake looked at you, blinking without saying a word. "On a date, you know,â you motioned with your hands, losing a bit of the courage you had to build up to do all of that. âWe go to someplace, grab some food, wait for the night to fall down and boom, stargazing while we talk about our amazing theories of life or whatever.â
Jake gulped, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Normally he would be the one programming the whole thing and just saying you are both heading to somewhere, but to have you asking like that⊠If he understood it right, you were asking him to go on a real date.
"Sounds like something we already do." He let out a breathy and nervous laugh, still trying to thoroughly understand what you were saying, looking if there was some kind of joke hidden behind your eyes.Â
You looked extra attractive today, as if you dressed yourself up just for this moment. Just for him. He noticed you were wearing his jacket as well.
"It pretty much is, but at the end of this one I want to be able to kiss you,â you said in one go. âOn the lips, if it's not clear."
Jake now was more speechless and completely baffled than ever. He was sure he was dreaming. It became normal routine for him to dream of you lately so of course this was all a trick of his own mind trying to compensate for his neediness of you.Â
He was so fucking dreaming.
With the lack of response, you thought you fucked up.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, Iââ, you started as you felt your confidence running away from you immediately. âJust forget about what I just said, I should not have said anything to begin with. Iâm so sorry, ok?â You noticed your hands trembling. Due to your nervousness, everything you had on the back of your mind just went out. âI don't know what I was thinking when I decided to come here and try to take our relationship to a next level or something. But it's been so hard to be around you without wanting you even closer,â you whined. âAnd I finally got the courage to ask you out on a proper date, but you clearly don't see us like that so forget about it. Iâm sorââ
No one. Not a single soul could prepare you to be silenced by Jakeâs lips on yours. His hand automatically grabbed your waist as yours went to rest on his chest.
Kissing in the middle of the university hallway wasnât the ideal way of tasting each other's for the first time so Jake decided to not take too long on holding the contact, breaking it to say âIâm sorry, I needed you to shut up.â His lips brushed on yours as he spoke. You blinked twice and breathed heavily, feeling the touch of his warm hand on your skin as he cupped one of your cheeks. You looked for his brown honeyed orbs, catching them exchanging glances between your lips and your eyes.Â
 âWe can go out on a date,â he brushed his thumb softly on your bottom lip. âThe one where we go to some place, grab some food, do whatever you want and I can properly kiss you.â
Jake was fighting demons not to kiss you again. He was absolutely certain he would go crazy, just a little taste of you and he already felt like he was starving, his body totally dependent and reactive because of you.Â
âOkay,â your voice was barely a whisper and you had to use all your strength to stop yourself from leaning in to feel his touch again. Instead, you reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing all of his touches; you felt your skin tingle in every place he had touched you. Still his hand rested on your waist, unable to let you go. âI gotta go,â you noticed how his eyes wandered all over your face, like he was taking a picture with it in order to save it from the rest of the day.
You smiled, hesitantly sliding your hands away from his chest.Â
âAlright, sweetheart,â before you could let him go, he grabbed one of your hands and planted a gentle kiss at the back of it. âIâll text you later then?â
âIâm looking forward to it.â
You had to hold a scream when you heard your doorbell ringing. Chaewon and Yunjin who were in a shared video call squealed for you.
They looked more excited than yourself and you really appreciated the effort they took to help you out even with their busy schedule for the day, deciding to call you not only because they knew you would be nervous as fuck but also because Yunjin was willing to help you with your outfit choice.
You ended up wearing something cute, but cozy and warm: a matching pair of a top and long loose skirt, patterned with a black background and some stars and moons, a black boot and as a final touch: Jakeâs big jacket. You also did a little hairstyle with two small braids at the front and the rest of your hair loose.Â
Yunjin noticed how confident you were in choosing the clothing and even doing your hair, showing that you didnât need much of her help â which normally she would dramatically react to, but today she just felt proud and happy for you.
Jake made you comfortable enough to be yourself whenever you were with him.
And you were going on a date with him.
A fucking proper date.
You said a quick âgoodbyeâ to your girls who replied with a very high pitched âgood luck!â and then hung up, walking towards the door and needing to take a few deep breaths before opening it.
As you did, you greeted a very smiley â and hot â Jake.
He was glowing.Â
Not only was his face glowing but he seemed overall confident. He was wearing a reddish flannel jacket that covered an oversized black shirt together with his everyday silver necklace, jeans and black boots. A perfect combo, especially to you who loved to see a man in red â you once told him about this preference of yours and was questioning if he did it on purpose.
The silky brown strands fell perfectly in place again when Jake ran his hand through it and licked his lips after shamelessly checking you out.
âHi bâ Oh my god, you look stunning.â
Early the day through your texts you decided to go simple but special on the planning due lack of time. The whole idea was kinda in a hurry, but after getting to taste a little of how it is to kiss Jake, you needed the action of kissing him to become an everyday routine as soon as possible, so the initial plan â the date will be happening on a chill day for both of you, mostly likely Friday â was replaced by a very eagerly âOk, Iâm taking you to a placeâ said by you.
âAnd you look hot,â the wording flew out your mouth faster than you expected and instantly your eyes went wide.
Jake smirked as he leaned into the door frame. âAppreciate it, baby.â
Baby.
You were so fucked up. Thereâs no way your heart could handle this the whole night.Â
Jake noticed the way you just blinked at him without saying a word and he just knew you were absorbing the whole situation before becoming confident over him. It was the way you worked and he loved that.Â
So he decided to take his sweet time and take a bit of advantage over your flustered self as he walked closer to you. âI brought what you asked,â he sounded a bit too sexy saying such simple words and little did you know that he deepened his voice a bit just for fun.
Due to the closeness, Jake scented your perfume and swore he was getting drunk, too intoxicated by your sweet smell.
You looked at the bag he lifted and nodded, fully in a trance. You forced yourself to snap out of it as you reminded yourself you have a fucking date and finally spoke âOh, right. Iâll go pick up what Iâve prepared for us!â You walked towards the kitchen. âDo you want anything? Water maybe?â
âJust you.â
You choked on your own saliva as your cheeks started to burn. You foolishly thought that at least Jake wasnât aware of your reaction, but as soon as you got back from the kitchen after picking up the picnic basket with the sandwiches you made, you realized he was very much aware and messing with you with the flirting as usual. You could see in his eyes a strange mix of false innocence and mischievousness. And of course, in that little game of yours you would always win.
âWell, you already have me,â you winked at him as you pulled yourself together and now was time for Jake to lose his composure, blushing. âLet's go?â
âY-yeah.â
You gave him an address and he drove you both to the place, fully trusting you. You wanted to surprise Jake since he was usually the one who surprised you, but you hadn't gotten your driver's license yet so you needed him to do the driving in order to achieve your goal. That's why you decided to give him an address a little further away from your final destination, so both of you could walk there without him suspecting anything.
Jake was feeling like a happy puppy, very excited about what was going to happen tonight.
He was curious about your plans, especially after you asked for a picnic blanket and some beverages â âa night picnic?â he asked as you two texted. He remembers you just replying with âlol donât fool yourselfâ.
He didnât know what to expect about the place really, and not only that, he couldnât stand the urge to kiss you properly. God, he was so in need of you it hurted. Having you next to him, your scent all over him, your sweet and lively presence, and not being able to touch you was driving him insane.
âI donât wanna you to get high on expectations, Jakey,â you said softly after a while with a concerned voice. Jake had stopped at a red light and the silence wasnât awkward, but it was undeniable that you were worried about the outcome of that night.Â
What if Jake doesnât like what youâve prepared? What if he thinks youâre too dumb and leaves you? What if he doesnât really wanna be with you?Â
âIâll like whatever youâve planned, sweetheart,â just like Jake was reading how anxious was your mind, he uttered. âYou are my company for tonight. Thatâs all I need,â he reassured you, holding your hand and resting it on your thigh.Â
You glanced over at him to see his lips turned into such a gorgeous smile you almost cried. Jake was perfect.
âOkay,â you brought his hand to your lips and planted a small kiss. You tried to let it go after, but he refused.
Jake drove the rest of the way holding you, only letting it go when needed, but catching it again as soon as he could.
The warmth and softness of his touch took all the worry out of your head in a minute, and just like you arrived. Jake parked where you told him to do so and opened the car door and helped you to get out as usual. This time though he intertwined your fingers as he let you guide him through the way.Â
âDonât we need to bring the things?âÂ
âNah, we have something to do before,â you tried to sound enigmatic, forcing an expression which made Jake laugh, totally endeared by you.
âOoh, so mysterious.â
You both walked for a bit rambling about the surroundings. It was kinda in the middle of nowhere, with nothing much around and plenty of open space. Jake noticed there was a big building and before he could say a thing, you began to explain.
âSo I know we both like astronomical stuff, right?â He nodded, looking at you. So pretty. âMay I say you especially in a very nerdy way,â you softly pushed his shoulder with yours and he playfully rolled his shining eyes while failing to hold back a smile, full of adoration for you. âI thought about this when I realized I wanted to be more than just friends with you,â you stopped walking to completely face him, holding both of his hands. âBehind you at this exact moment thereâs a stellar observatory,â you stopped him from turning around wanting to finish your speech first. âApparently fate had worked through this, since today they donât normally open to everyone. Only for reservations or something like that.â
You finally let Jake turn around and take a proper look at the place. You watched as his eyes began to shine even brighter, it looked like he was about to cry. You also noticed how his hand tightened around yours, as if he was nonverbally thanking you.
Jake was genuinely flabbergasted. How the fuck did he managed to find someone that amazing?Â
âIâm not gonna ask how you managed to get a reservation here,â he joked.
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean by that?â He just laughed it off. âWell, I kinda didnât,â you suddenly felt small, even tried to restrain your hand from his but he refused to let you go.
You ran away from his intense gazing, not wanting to see the disappointment on it as you kept talking âWeâre not going into the observatory. Weâre gonna use the telescopes they have open for use down here,â you explained. âSince today itâs a reservation only or whatever day, we get to use it freely. Itâs definitely not the same thing, but Iâm sure it can be cool.â you forced a smile still afraid to look at Jakeâs direction. âI tried to book it for us I swear I did, but it was too expensive,â you uttered apologetically and again you were rambling due to your nervousness.
Jake not saying a thing helped nothing either. Little did you know he was as speechless as amazed with your witty self for figuring out a way of making that night special in such a short amount of time. He knew how hard it is to come up with ideas like that and to make it work. And you did it. Flawlessly.Â
He was so falling in love with you.
â...Iâm so sorry if I raised your expectations too high. I wanted to do something nice since youâre always doing nice things to me, you deserve bettââÂ
Jake once more interrupted your nonsense speech by pressing his lips on yours and you instantly melted in his arms, your hands moving up to find comfort on his shoulders as his own went down your back until they rested on your waist, squeezing lightly.Â
You moved your head to the side wishing to deepen the kiss, the whole fantasy of waiting for the special moment to finally kiss him was already blown apart as both of your bodies searched for the otherâs.Â
Your heart was beating fast and all your senses were heightened and sensitive, as if Jake had awakened a new sensation in you. A genuine sense of desperation for closeness. You needed more. Like reading your mind, Jakeâs tongue touched your bottom lip at the same time your fingers scratched the back of his head, getting lost through his soft strands as you pulled him closer.
Jake touched you with care, he was kissing you so tenderly yet you could still feel his hunger for you. You werenât different either. One of his hands came up to hold your face to help with the movement of your heads. You quickly found a pace, like two puzzle pieces being a perfect fit.
Neither of you wanted to part away, feeling too addicted to the contact. So whenever one broke down to breathe the other would reach over and start again, until your lips were a little bit sore. You pulled away unwilling, leaving little pecks on his plump lips as he did the same on yours.
Jake was unable to hold back his smile and didnât even tried to, too happy about finally kissing you. âWe have a little problem, baby,â he whispered as his dazzling eyes wandered all over your features. You looked even more stunning under the moonlight. âWhat?â You quietly asked back. âI donât think I can or want to stop kissing you.â
You giggled, feeling shy under his intense but gentle gaze. He was adoring you and you could feel every piece of it.
âYou donât have to stop.â
And just like that you kissed again. And again. And again.Â
You felt like a drug to Jake, so addictive, so intense, so you. He had the impression that all his problems would be solved instantly if you just kissed him. He decided that from now on at the end of a stressful day, he would search for your touch and your touch only.
âBut I kinda want you to stop for a bit, so we can go see the stars,â Jake chuckled when you broke the kiss to say.Â
âYou love stars, donât you, pretty girl?â He gave you a final cute little smooch while hugging you tightly.Â
âYeah.â
And even though you had observed dozens of stars that night, none of them shone brighter than your eyes together.Â
You were dating.Â
Actually there was no big difference from what you and Jake acted before, other than the fact that everyday that he went to pick you up to the university, you got to kiss him, which made you two develop the routine of waking a bit early just to get enough moments together.Â
Also you started to feel comfortable to call him cute names, your favorite being pretty boy, very effectively when you wanted to fluster Jake and see him giggling.
The dynamic was similar, but way better.
When you told your friends about the night, they literally screamed. Of course you kept as a secret how romantic it was to lay down under the moon and starlight with Jake as you cuddled and shared kisses. But everything about Jake sounded dreamy.Â
He was so cute and you were not so slowly falling in love. He would leave you at your classes everyday and kiss you good luck. Due to his recent research project his time was getting tighter, nevertheless he would squeeze his whole schedule just to see you for a minute or two. And of course, to steal a kiss from you.Â
Most of your lunch time was with him, either when you had time to grab some food and eat in peace or when some of you two were in a hurry. On days like that, you normally would find him in the library, leaving him some snacks, water and a sweet kiss. He would do something similar to you.Â
Gradually your relationship was growing stronger, however you still hadnât done anything on the bed yet other than kiss and sleep together. You werenât complaining! You loved to kiss Jake and to feel his warm body embracing yours.
He was very respectful towards you and you really appreciated that. He would initiate the kisses sessions most of the time, but rarely deepen it waiting for you to do it. His hands would never go further down your hips, even when you tried to force him to do it by putting it on your ass he relocated them back up.
But you were a woman after all. A woman with desires and needs. Strong desires and needs.
Even though you had a long-term relationship, it was only after the breakup that you discovered that your ex didn't give you any pleasure â or gave you anything at all. Your previous relationship was a mess, to be honest. Talking to people and listening to their experiences made you realize how shitty you were being treated back then â in every aspect!
You knew how to please yourself and most of the time was enough. However, itâs been a while since you last had sex and you could live without it normally, but there was Jake, all over you.
His smell, his pretty face, his touches, his lips, his fucking nose and his slender fingers⊠The way his veiny hands would hold the steering wheel drove you insane. You needed him.
It was a cold Saturday and you were watching him play your video game. Yeah, apparently Jake liked your video game more than you â this was you being dramatic every single time he stopped to pay all of his attention to you and decided to play something, but as soon as he starts to celebrate for defeating a boss, you just smile and forget about the drama.
Today was a bit different though. Normally you would pay attention to either the screen or to his pretty face and reactions, loving how expressive he was, always thinking Jake was a sculpture or something. But on this very specific day you paid more attention to his hand movements.Â
The way his grip was strong on the controller and how his fingers moved on it was making you mad. He was biting his lip more than usual as well in order to concentrate and, God, you could feel your panties get wet just by watching him like that.Â
Part of you felt like a perverted.Â
At some point he groaned. Apparently something bad happened to him on the game, but you didnât gave a fuck. The sound he left woken a strong feeling inside you.
âWhy is this so difficult?â Jake asked frustrated, throwing the controller away on the couch in defeat and looking at you.
He wasn't expecting to meet your intense gaze on him, eyes darkened as your tongue traveled through your lips to wet it.Â
His confused puppy eyes and parted lips were your last straw.Â
You straddled over his lap, hungrily kissing him. You almost instantly sucked his bottom lip, looking for a more intense contact. You could feel he was a bit confused, hesitantly resting his big hands on your hips, not knowing what to do.
When you bite his lip you heard a whimper and that alone made you grunt against Jakeâs mouth in response, pulling him even closer. You pulled a few strands of his hair and again he let out a sound for you, feeling him getting hard beneath your body.
Before you could continue doing your job, he said in an urge, his breath heavy. âI gotta go.â
You shook off your head whispering âNo,â and pulled him again to keep making out with him, lewd kissing sounds filling the room, a total mess happening in your living room.
The feeling of his hardened bulge hitting directly on your covered wet cunt was making you rub yourself against it, hoping to get more friction. At this exact moment Jake forced you to move away from him, gripping your hips to stop your movements.Â
âI really gotta go, I have some uni stuff to do,â he was breathless. You noticed how his eyes were different from ever, face red and skin hot. You blinked a few times as you just watched him put you back on the couch and stand up, trying to cover his obvious boner with his oversized jacket. He gave you a little kiss on the cheek and said goodbye to you before rushing out of your apartment.Â
You had to satisfy yourself alone that night. And after that, you cried.
You started to question yourself.Â
Yeah, Jake looked at you like you were the only one in his life. But was it enough? Does he find you attractive? Or better: does he find you desirable? Sexy? Hot? Sensual?
Since that day Jake started to run away from your more passionate touches like he was running from death.Â
At first you thought he could be a virgin, and no problem with that. You would let him feel comfortable enough with you to try to do something more, however you knew he had other relationships and werenât inexperienced either.Â
Actually you even went to Sunghoon and Heeseung to ask them about it, to which they answered that Jake may be âboyfriend materialâ and only have intimate moments with people he somehow trusts, but he definitely wasn't inexperienced in that field.
So doubting yourself was your only option. You could also ask directly why he never did more than just kisses with you, but that option needed more courage from you than you had.Â
âWhatâs with the frown, baby?â Yunjin asked you one day as you both decided to lunch together. You were giving excuses to Jake during the whole day in order not to talk to him, saying you were too busy and that maybe today you wouldnât be able to meet him.
You sighed, playing with the food on your plate. âI donât think Jake likes me.â
âWhat? Thereâs no way. He almost licks the floor you walk on. What did he do?â She was ready to throw hands.
âThe real problem itâs the opposite. He donât do it.â
âDo what, baby?â
âWeâve been dating for weeks and we haven't had sex yet. Iâm almost crawling on my bedroom walls.â
âWow,â Yunjin was shocked, eyes widened. For the way you two acted together, she thought that every single room of your house was blessed already. âWell, have you asked him why? Because thatâs pretty much a âheâ problem as it seems.â
âIâm afraid,â you stated sincerely.Â
âOf what, baby?â
âOf him saying something I donât wanna hear. I donât wanna lose him, Jinnie,â you uttered with sorrow.Â
âY/N, my pretty baby, remember we are talking about Jake. The man who woke up in the middle of the night and went to your house to kill a cockroach because you called him. The man who has a photo of you in his wallet. The man who had literally skipped classes just to spend some time with you because apparently he canât live without you,â you started sobbing. âHe likes you very much, Y/N. And he has shown to be someone who listens to you with adoration. Anything you say or ask him he would do his best to listen and talk about it, you yourself said that to me once when we were ranking green flags, remember?â You nodded.Â
It was the truth. He was Jake. The man who demonstrates so much affection in every action.Â
âIâll talk to him. Thank you, Jinnie.â
âYou donât need to thank me, sweetie.â She kissed the top of your head. âYou know Iâm always here for you and just want you to be happy. You deserve it.â
You decided to talk to Jake on the next day. You weren't planning to âarrange a sex meeting with himâ or anything similar, but to talk about it. So you invited him over that day, knowing he would be completely free because it was a Friday. You did a test early that day and were free as well.
Since he was going to your apartment quite often you gave him a key to make things easier for both of you, so when you heard the front door opening as you drank some water your heart started to beat fast in advance.
His scent followed all the way through your house directly to you. You felt his arms hugging you from behind and for a few seconds you let yourself get lost in his warmth. âHey, gorgeous. How are you?â He whispered close to your ear, kissing your neck. You turned around to face him. âYou look sad. What happened? Are you ok?â He flooded you with questions as his eyes worriedly wandered over your face. You just pecked him quickly before taking his hand on yours and leading him to the couch.Â
Jake felt his heart sinking.
He maybe was going crazy, but he felt that you had purposely ignored him the day before, constantly finding a rather lame excuse for every solution he gave. He preferred to believe that you were not having a good day and respected your decision. But when you invited him over, it became undeniable how anxious he was feeling.
And the way you welcomed him at that moment made him even more worried, especially when you said the cursed phrase.
âI wanna talk to you about something.â
He swallowed, trying to keep it cool by saying gently âWhat is it, sugar?â as he reached for your hands to mildly squeeze it in reassurance.Â
Even though Jake was quite tense, he would always prioritize you and the fact that you had some difficulty verbalizing what normally was bothering you, so he knew it was consuming you just as much.
âIâ Actually I donât even know how to say it,â you started shyly with a low voice, avoiding Jakeâs gaze. âBut IâmâŠâ
âYâknow you can say anything to me, right?â Jake tried to encourage you as he gently pulled you closer and just like that you moved to sit on his lap, each of your knees on either side of his legs as you trapped him underneath you.
Without saying a thing, you hugged him to hide your face on his neck. Jake wasnât fully aware of what was happening, but he wanted to give you some comfort so his hands caressed your back slowly.
After a while you muffled his skin with your breath while asking âDo you think Iâm unattractive?â
Oh?
Jake had a delayed reaction to your question. âBaby, what?â
You drew apart from him enough to see his confused expression before looking away. âI donât know if you arenât sexually attracted to me or what, but you can always tell me yâknow. Iâm sure we can figure something out,â your voice was almost a whisper due your worried self about confrontations.Â
âBaby, Iâm so confused right now. What are you talking about?â
âIâ Iâd prefer you saying to my face you donât wanna have sex with me instead of pulling me away from you every time we go further with our kisses,â as you finished saying, you felt your cheeks burning.Â
Jake frowned, completely baffled.
Little did you know that Jake lost track of how many times he woke up with a painful boner after dreaming of you. Or how fast he would run away from you after a makeout session with you because of his body response to it.
He would first try to cool down with a shower, but everytime he ended up jerking himself off to get some relief, you being the only one in his mind, always moaning your name when cumming.
But, God, every single time he felt nasty, disgusted with himself. You deserved better. You're like a divinity to him, a beautiful and sweet woman, you needed to be handled with care and love and he was so afraid of hurting you.
The day you told him about your ex and how badly he treated you, especially in the sexual field by not caring about anything but his own pleasure, Jake got mad. Really mad.Â
How could one in their right mind leave you hanging, when your expressions of pleasure alone were enough to drive any man crazy? He could treat you way better.Â
Sometimes Jake would get carried away while kissing you, going down to your neck to trail his lips over there biting and sucking slightly. And when he backed a bit to look at your face, he always met you with closed eyes nibbling your bottom lip, a ridiculously lustful view.Â
Too hard to handle.
He had to almost physically hold himself back every time. He was afraid of scaring you with how much he needed you, with how much he wanted to get lost between your legs, making you scream nothing but his name, with how much he was willing to make you feel good.
And now he got to know that his actions were the ones making you doubt yourself, making you doubt his feelings and needs for you⊠He was feeling so dumb.
âIâ Iâm sorry, Y/N.âÂ
You froze. No nicknames, just your regular name.
âI never wanted to make you feel like this. Iâm really sorry.â
You gulped the guilty feeling down your throat. âItâs okay, Jakey, I get it,â you smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. That meant that Jake didn't want you in that way, right?
You were about to start rambling as usual and before you did so, Jake shut you up with his mouth on yours. You startled before reacting, moving your tongue with his and dipping your fingers into his silky strands, both of your bodies starting to get hotter.
Jake squeezed your ass while pulling you closer. âI want you, Y/N,â he was serious when you drew apart to catch your breath. âI want you so bad, my darling,â he was so desperate, your panties dampening just by how his voice sounded.
âYeah?â You smirked, breathing heavy. âHow bad, Jakey?â You noticed his eyes darkening. âShow me.âÂ
Getting back to work with his mouth in yours, kissing you very messily, Jake impulsed to stand up with you in his arms. You surrounded your legs around him to keep yourself steady as he stumbled a little on the way to your room. You giggled against his lips when he dropped you softly on the mattress and hovered over you, not breaking the kiss for a second.
Jakeâs mouth tasted so sweet and hot on yours, you couldn't help but scratch his back and neck with your fingernails thinking how good he would be doing all that job down your cunt. His dick was getting harder and you could feel it, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off. You wanted so bad.
He parted away from your lips just to trail his own plump ones to your neck and collarbone, kissing, sucking and nibbling all the area before finally whispering against your skin, sending chills throughout your body.
âI really wanna eat you out,â Jake sounded determined. âI wanna taste you before anything, sweetheart,â your only reaction was a sigh mixed with a âpleaseâ that you were unsure if he heard.
But Jake was catching all of your sounds, from the quietest little whimpers to the slightly more intense ones, like the one you released when he removed your shirt and bra to work on your tits, his mouth sucking your left one while his hand cupped the other before he switched to do the opposite.
Before he continued to get down on you, you quietly asked him to remove his shirt and as he did, he revealed to you part of his perfect body. By the superficial touches over his clothes and of course the preview bumps, you knew he had a toned chest, but to see it all on display to you⊠You literally moaned at the view.
You promised yourself that later on you would give every bit of that skin the attention it deserved.
You watched him smile shyly before kissing your inner thigh, without breaking eye contact. Jake was absolutely certain he would cum in his pants at any given moment. The mix of your little sounds with the way you were looking at him like you were about to eat him alive triggered a strangely pleasant feeling.Â
âCan I remove these?â He asked between kisses on your skin, pointing to your shorts. You nodded. âAnd these?â He pointed now to your panties and you nodded again, head resting on your pillow. âYes, please. I want you.â
Jake noticed how wet you were through your last clothing piece and he literally had to hold himself back to not just dive right into you. He was getting dizzy by your smell, eyes hooded as he removed the only thing that stopped him from touching you like you deserved.
Jake salivated admiring your pussy, breathing heavily as he swallowed nothing.
At this point you were on the verge of crying due to your desperation and his unnecessary slowness, so you spread your legs even more and pleaded. âPlease Jakey, I really want you,â you whined, grabbing his hair with your hand and forcing it down your cunt. âI donât want you to hold yourself on me, pretty boy.â
And as if you casted a spell, Jake looked at you one more time before burying his face in you.
You gasped.Â
He felt you dripping on his mouth and grunted, collecting some arousal with his tongue to spread all over your area before flicking it on your clit, sometimes sucking just the right amount and sometimes doing big licks. His tongue worked so damn well, you just rolled your hips in order to get more. You were so sensitive and so needy. His grip on each side of your body got stronger as he pulled you closer.
You moaned Jakeâs name when he decided to use one of his fingers together with his mouth, pressing it on your entrance with care, just to familiarize you with the sensation before adding one more. After all, he just wanted you to feel good and not to be hurt.Â
You kept rubbing yourself on his face and now grinding on the two fingers inside you. Jake was doing such an amazing job on you, curling his fingers the moment he needed to like he knew you from inside out, using the tip of his nose to rub your clit as his tongue and mouth worked in the rest.
âYouâre doing such a good job, pretty boy,â you praised between moans and heard Jake groaning between your legs and intensifying his movements, eating you out as his life depended on it.Â
âI wanna you to cum all over my face, princess,â he said, muffled. His skilful fingers moved at a steady pace. âI need that, give it to me, babe, please.â
Your orgasm was already building up inside your core. You felt the familiar sensation growing bigger and bigger until you let it out the loudest moan of the night as your back arched. Jakeâs words and all the combo of his warm mouth and fingers inside you were enough to make you achieve your climax, trembling beneath his touches, grabbing his hair tightly.
Jake drank you like it was his favorite drink, licking every single drop of you with pleasure, his dick now painfully compressed in his boxers. He could get himself off just by eating you out.
He drove you through your high, movements slowing as he felt your grasp on his hair softening and your body less shaky. He kissed your pussy a few times and then crawled over you to kiss you on the lips. You watched your juices decorating his chin, nose and a bit on his cheeks before you felt your own taste in your mouth.Â
Jake's hard, covered bulge rubbed against your bare cunt and you whined, breaking the kiss to down your hands all the way to his cock and to utter âBabe, youâre so hard.â Jake whimpered against your mouth and you flipped over to be on top of him. âLet me help you with that.â
And as you promised yourself, you trailed kisses all the way down his chest, putting your mouth and tongue to work through his soft skin, making him squirm a bit underneath you.Â
You stopped once you got to the waistband of his pants, taking it off with Jakeâs help and removing his boxers as well. You sighed, mouth salivating at the view of his veiny dick right in front of you.
However, you needed to feel him inside you, so you let your other desires for later, starting to move in a way you could sit on him.
âI wanna ride you,â you announced as if it was your only goal in life. âLike, really bad.âÂ
âFuck, babe,â Jake groaned, watching you positioned yourself comfortably on top of him, quickly moving his hands to hold your hips. âGo on. Use me,â he threw his head back to just enjoy the sensation of finally feeling your walls around him, before realizing something was off. âBut waitâ Sugar,â he said with widened eyes, sitting up to hold you before you did anything. âYouâre going in raw?â Jake questioned in disbelief.Â
You blinked at him, confused. âYouâre clean, right?â
âYeah, butââ
âSo am I. And on birth control, donât worry.âÂ
Since you were still wet due your orgasm and because Jakeâs little sounds aroused you enough, you pushed him back to bed, giving him a little peck before holding his dick and placing it on your sensitive area.
Jake knew he wasn't getting out of there alive. There was no way. How would he survive you? God, you were insane. And the way you slowly slid down on his length, using its precum to lubricate, sent him out of orbit in an instant.
He did nothing but open his mouth and moan, eyes rolling back to his head with the amazing feeling of your pussy coating him so tight and warm. He could feel you everywhere. He almost cummed just because of that alone, having to close his eyes tightly in order to concentrate enough to not let it happen.
âOh, fuck,â Jake bit his bottom lip the moment you moved a bit, adjusting yourself. âYou feel so fucking good already, fuck.â
You watched every reaction of his, enjoying it as a show. The frowned face in pure pleasure, the red wet lips, face all flustered and glowing, not to mention the dim light of your room working to make the view even more gorgeous and pleasant.Â
Jake felt you staring and how you stayed still for a while, finding support on his chest with your hands. He opened his eyes to glance at you. You gave him a little smile and he reciprocated, caressing the skin of your body under his touch as he waited for you to feel comfortable enough to move by yourself. Jake watched as you started to move back and forth slowly on his cock, your eyes closing with how good he was filling you up.Â
Although Jake's hands rested on your hips, he didn't force a single movement, letting you find your pace. He admired you for a moment, âyou look so, so pretty right now, baby,â he praised sincerely, watching the way your expressions changed to pure pleasure as you moved faster.
You leaned forward to find his mouth with yours, kissing him, missing those pretty lips of his on yours. Your moans got lost between your mouths as you continued to move faster until you found the pace of your liking, Jake now helping you to keep it going.Â
Lewd sounds of your bodies shocking against each other filled the room, mixed with whimpers as well as the wet kissing sounds.
Jake reached down with one of his hands to rub your clit, and by the way his cock twitched inside of you, you deduced that he was close to cum and didn't want to do it alone.
You drew apart from the kiss to rest your head on the curve of his neck, sucking the skin as well as whimpering against it. The position leaded Jake to have his mouth directly on your ear, and with all the stimulus happening at the same time, his dick hitting your g-spot, his finger rubbing your sensitive nerve and his voice moaning your name in your ear, you started to clench furiously on Jakeâs length.
âWaitââ, you barely heard him saying, too lost in your pleasure already. âWhere do I cââ
âInside,â you answered quickly before he tried to pull off.
âFuck.â Jakeâs head was spinning, he was seeing stars. âBe my girlfriend,â he let it out in one breath.
âWhat?â You asked back under your breath, questioning if you were hearing things due pleasure.
âLet me be your boyfriend,â he said panting. âOfficially. Be my girl, please. Be mine,â he begged with a groan, cumming inside of you.Â
You openly moaned his name, rolling your eyes back as your orgasm also hit you. You thought that alone could answer his question, keeping on the movement to ride you two through your highs, his strong hands gripping you tightly and your whole body shaking.
You stood over Jake's body for a while after you stopped your movements, catching your breath and feeling his liquid leaking from inside of you.Â
He helped you to lay back on the bed, both still panting, both so happy about what just happened. You forced yourself to stand up just enough to kiss him before you said, looking deep into his eyes.Â
âIâm already yours, pretty boy.â
That weekend was intense. Still, you just couldn't get enough of Jake. And he wasn't too different.Â
Now your routine had changed a little more. He was still the sweet and kind Jake, worrying about you, asking about your day, listening to you rambling about random things, and always bringing you food on your busiest days. But it seemed like you had awakened a monster inside him.
Of course you didn't complain, especially because the one who was getting the benefits was you, who wasn't that different either, never getting enough of him.
Whenever Jake was stressed, he would usually take you somewhere to watch the sunset or to stargazing while talking about life and theories and obviously, kissing you.
Now he started eating you out. Almost every time. And sometimes he would mix these two, taking you somewhere beautiful and eating you out inside his car.
Jake had eaten you out in every room of your apartment, saying that him eating you out got him off more anything else, and you actually witnessed him cum untouched a few times, looking so fucking hot while doing it.
Nevertheless you still couldn't had the chance to give him a proper head. Jake would be saying you didn't have to do it, like you felt obligated. Little did he know that you wanted to feel his dick filling up your mouth and his cum going directly down your throat. Oh, you wanted so badly.
At this exact moment, you were sitting on your kitchen counter with your legs spreaded being supported on Jakeâs shoulders as was getting lost between them, diving in your juices, making you cum with his tongue deep inside you. You reached for his hair with your hands, grabbing to bring him up and kiss him fervorous.Â
âTake me to the bedroom,â you demanded with an urge.Â
And how would Jake deny such a sweet request?
The moment you got into your bedroom, you tossed him on the bed. You were hungry for him, and him only.Â
You saw his already hardened cock marking his sweatpants and without giving Jake time to complain, you removed all his clothing pieces â he was already shirtless â and had him naked underneath you.Â
As usual, he thought you would ride him. Out of all the positions youâve tried so far, this was a favorite of his â to look at you while you use him for your own pleasure felt too insanely good, so he got excited in advance. But you decided to surprise him this time, contradicting his expectations as you bend over to be at the same height of his pulsing cock, head pretty close to it.
He panicked.
âWhat are you doing, sweetheart?â He asked and tried to sit, but as soon as he did you pushed him back to the bed.Â
âImma suck you off,â you said like it was obvious. You wrapped your hand around his length and started to pump it.
âYâyou donât have to, princess,â he stuttered, feeling hot under your soft touches. âLet me fuck you, mhm? You deserve to feel good.â He tried to sit again and you pushed him back one more time.
âSucking you off will make me feel good too, Jakey,â you blew a bit of air on his shaft, he shivered. âDonât you get that?â Your hands worked slowly on his dick, moving up and down, smearing the precum out of his slit with your thumb. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper. âOr do you think you're the only one who gets horny by giving pleasure to others?â
You ran your tongue all over his shaft, closing your eyes as you felt the salty precum taste spreading through your mouth, playing a bit with his tip.
Jake kept hiding his sounds from you.
His hands were squeezing the duvet under his body to the point his knuckles started to get white when you gave a little more attention to his head, realizing that this was his sensitive area. You took advantage of that.
Without a warning, you put his whole cock in your mouth in one go, feeling it hitting on your throat.
âMhm,â he tried to contain his grunt, hips thrusting forward slightly and his left hand smacking the bed one time before grabbing the sheets again.
You held your position for a few seconds, making sure to breathe through your nose, before moving back and forth twice. Jake squirmed under you, still quiet.
âWhy are you hiding from me, pretty boy?â You asked with a low voice when you backed off to breathe, hands replacing your mouth as you did so. Jake finally let it out a little whimper and you smiled. âI wanna hear you, baby.â
âIâm sorry,â he said apologetically, once more biting his lip in order to contain himself.Â
The reason behind his choice of behavior under your touches was literally due his fear of scaring you off. He would be a total mess if he let it all go as he really felt. Your hot mouth around his dick sent him to hell and heaven all at once, you didnât had to do much for him to start seeing foggy and being a whimper mess.
Jake felt your lips coating him again and groaned, back slightly arching.
âSo gorgeous, Jakey,â you backed off only to encourage with a smile, jerking him off before going back to suck him. He couldnât hold back his loud moan, eyes rolling when you sucked his sensitive tip. You quivered. You wanted more of him. âKeep on making these pretty noises for me, yeah?â
Although he was afraid of scaring you off, one thing he loved to do was to obey you, to fulfill all of your requests. Whatever you told him to do, he would do it. So when you told him to be vocal, he started to be vocal.Â
Your mouth swallowed all his throbbing cock, his tip going deep in your throat, precum going down on it. Jake threw his head back, open mouthed, spilling all the little noises you loved. âFuck, mhm, thatâs it, babe,â he breathed out between groans and put one of his hands on your head without forcing you down or anything, just resting there.
The way your throat was pressing his sensitive tip as you swallowed around it, God, he was getting stupidly close. Jake dared to look down at you, meeting your strong gaze as you devoured him like a last piece of meal. âFuck, youâre doing so good,â he gasped, rolling his eyes. Jake felt a familiar burning wave all the way through his body. âFuck, Iâmgonnacumâ.Â
You kept your movements steady, lightly scratching his thighs before you felt Jakeâs body start to shake, his moans intensify and his cum hitting down your throat. You swallowed every drop of it before letting his dick with a pop and using your thumb to clean up the corners of your lips as you crawled back to kiss him passionately.Â
At this point you were already horny again, so as you kissed him, feeling his shaky hands all over your body, you pressed your bare cunt on his softened shaft and moved a bit. He parted the kiss, trying to push you away.
âIâ I donât thinkââ, he tried saying. âIâm sensitive, babyâ Ahh...â
âYeah?â You rubbed your bare cunt on his dick with a sly smile. âSo you donât want me to ride you, Jakey?â You kept waving your body on him, forcing a disappointed face with a fake pout.
Jake trembled, feeling his eyes water in a painful pleasure. âOf câcourse Iâ I do, fuck.â, his voice cracked, eyelids closing. He was fully unable to stop you at this point, and he didnât wanted to anyway, so he just started to sob as you kept sliding on him, back and forth, slowly, painfully slowly.
You were sending him into overstimulation, loving his reactions, loving how desperate he looked. Legs squirming beneath you, eyes tearing up, hands messily trying to figure out what to do, facial expression switching in a mix of pain and delight.
âPleaseâŠâ He begged. He didnât even knew for what. Neither did you, so you asked. âPlease what, Jakey?â You stopped moving. âYou want me to stop?âÂ
He hurried to answer âNo! Please, donâtâ Donât stop.â Definitely his begging wasn't about stopping. His breath was short as you started to move again, still slow. Too slow. Â âGo faster, please darling.â
And how could you deny such a sweet request?
The wet sound of your pussy rubbing against his cock was too lewd. You leaned to kiss Jake, who wasnât able to kiss you back properly due his undergoing situation. His was dick hardening again against your folds and that was your last straw.
Yeah, he was desperate because of overstimulation, but you were desperate to feel him inside you. So you repositioned yourself to slide him deep on you in one go, making both of you scream.
You threw your head back and instantly started to grind on him, making circle movements, sending both of you to cloud nine.Â
âBabe Iâ Iâll not last longâ damn.â Jake said breathlessly, hands helping your hips to move.
âMake me cum with you, please,â you begged and of course he would never leave you hanging, so he did his work, rubbing your clit at the same pace as you bounced on him.
You felt your climax building up rapidly, breath getting heavier and heavier, body shaking as you heard Jake saying under breath "I'm cumming", while throwing his head back and filling you up with his warm liquid. You shivered, moaning louder and achieving your peak right after.
Your body fell over Jakeâs, who immediately hugged you, panting, all sweaty. âThis wasâŠâ He started to say after a while, still inside you.Â
âGood?â He analyzed your expectant eyes when you got up to look at him and chuckled at the difference of the demon eyes you were giving him earlier. âIncredible,â he kissed your forehead. âYou are always incredible, my love.â
It was a weirdly sunny day when Jake seated you on his car hood, fitting himself between your legs while his hands rested on your hips, drawing little circles there.Â
You both decided to go out that day to celebrate your new job. But instead of going for a fancy dinner or anything similar, you decided to follow the roots of your relationship and asked Jake to take you to see the sunset.Â
And he would never deny anything to you. So here you were, looking at the pretty sky behind Jakeâs back when he himself was sunk on your neck.Â
"Why does the sky turn orange during sunsets?" You asked nonchalantly, feeling Jake's kisses on your skin. He was inebriated by your scent and acting as if he was getting drunk on you.Â
He loved that.Â
He loved you.
"It has something to do with the light traveling through the atmosphere. Don't make me do my homework right now, baby," he said muffled, unable to leave your warm embrace. You chuckled.
You loved that.Â
You loved him.
"Sorry," your fingers slid through his hair, scratching slightly. He hummed in response.Â
Itâs been two weeks since you started to call him your boyfriend and he started to call you girlfriend, the honeyed voice always making you melt.Â
Nevertheless none of you said I love you yet. Not that you two needed to. You felt Jakeâs love on every action of his. The way he would look at you so dreamily at any point of the day, how he would embrace you so tightly at the end of a stressful one. Or how he would always clean you up after the sex, even when he was tired as hell. He treated you like a goddess. You felt it.Â
It was as clear as crystal water that you loved him too, at least you thought.Â
You would purposely ask questions about astronomy just to have him speaking animatedly in technical terms that you often didn't understand very well, but loved to see him sparkle in joy. Or when you cooked his favorite meal just to see his puppy eyes widening in surprise and thank you with a sweet kiss. Or even when you watched him play video games for hours without complaining, actually enjoying and hyping him up, sometimes playing together when he asked you to.Â
Jake, actually, noticed every bit of it.Â
He himself making sure to love you every moment of his day, making sure you were safe, fed, warm, and most important: happy.
Jake loved your smile. He loved to see you ramble about your favorite songs and flowers and chocolates and movies and everything.Â
He loved everything about you.
You exhaled. The feeling was consuming you, you had to let it out. The ache of holding it to only your actions wasn't enough. You needed to say it.
And you did. In one go.
âI love you.â
Jake lifted his face off your neck to look you in the eyes, kind of shocked by your sudden statement. âI donât care if you donât love me back, but I love you. More than stargazing, more than feeling a cold breeze under the moonlight, more than listening to my favorite artist. None of those feelings overcomes the feeling of having you around,â you caressed his cheek. Jake listened to you with attention.Â
âYou color my world by just being around. Every part I go I look out for you,â you could see Jakeâs eyes watering. âAnd I do find you in everything, because, Jake, you became my everything. Itâs scary how much I need you. It's scary how much I can love you,â you rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes. âSo yeah, I love you,â you whispered at the end.
Jake's breath got heavy as he assimilated all your words.
God, he loved you as much as you did. Lately he had to deal with the urge of telling you the three words, afraid of scaring you off as always. But now he knows you are as much in love with him as he is with you, and he felt so damn lucky.
"You wanna know something that has nothing to do with physics?" Jake spoke softly after a while in silence trying to find the right words. You weren't expecting that question after your confession. "What?" you asked in a whisper.
He looked so gorgeous under the golden light.Â
"I can watch a hundred sunsets with you," he said softly, loving eyes at you. He gently put a strand of hair behind your ear, as usual, and continued, "And youâd still be the prettiest view."
Jake didnât had to verbalize âI love youâ after that, but he did.Â
He did it continuously. He did it before you went to sleep and when you woke up. He did it before leaving you at your classes and as soon as he picked you up. He did it out of the blue, while you were vacuuming your apartment and he was dusting the furniture. Because no matter how much he said, it didn't seem enough.
It was love at first sight, blessed by the moonlight keeping their love secrets and under the sunset light, keeping their sweet passion burning.
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Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: Matchmaker Merle
Warnings: slight drug use, mentions of Lori, Daryl is a virgin, Shane being Shane, No use of Y/N, unprotected sex
Summary: Merle tries to get Daryl laid with an old family friend. Apparently, Merle is a master matchmaker? Buildup to smut.Â
Notes: Sorry for having the buildup so slow, I'm really bad at porn without at least a LITTLE plot lmao
You were allowed a little leeway your first day at camp. Glenn had found you, confused and lost, covered in dirt and blood after the bombs had gone off and separated you from your friends and family. You were on the highway, like everyone else, but as soon as they saw the city being lit up, all hell broke loose. They started acting like animals. Running and screaming, looting. The dead coming back to life didn't help much either.Â
On your second day, you were expected to start pitching in. You didn't mind helping, it was the way Shane approached you that rubbed you the wrong way. You offered to help hunt, fish, and go out looking for supplies, but he just laughed at you. He laughed like you were a child asking for a gun. He handed you a brush and sat you down beside Carol, who was washing clothes at the bottom of the quarry.Â
You found comfort in familiarity. Which came in the form of something extremely unexpected, Merle Dixon. Maybe it was because you'd seen each other a few times at the corner store back near where you lived, maybe it was the fact he had respect for your folks, but when you were taken back to camp he didn't treat you the way he treated the other women.Â
He wasn't respectful or chivalrous by any means, but he didn't treat you like a piece of meat. He didn't constantly try to get in your pants or speak to you in that slimy demeaning way he had with Andrea or Amy. You were grateful for it, even if you did catch him staring at your ass more than once, because he was the one thing that made you feel a little more at home with the group.
You'd never met his brother before. You'd seen him once, at the small mechanic shop near the corner store you'd occasionally see Merle in. Rednecks were anything but rare where you grew up, but something about Daryl felt different. He was quieter, more of Merle's shadow than his own person. But you knew just by looking at him that he was anything but somebody's shadow.
He saw you on your second day, after you'd done your morning âchoresâ and went to sit next to the campfire. He was carving something, maybe a bolt for his crossbow, and he barely looked up when you sat down across from him.Â
Daryl looked up again, a spark of recognition in his eyes. His voice, strong and firm, called your name as if it was a question.Â
âYes?â You could see the exact moment the realization clicked that he did in fact remember you.
He didn't know much about you at all. He knew Merle knew your folks, and you lived pretty close, but he'd never actually spoken to you before.Â
He did like to watch you, though, you'd always go into the corner store next to the mechanic shop and buy a coke and a bag of chips at lunch. He thought you were the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Merle had a different set of words he'd prefer to use for you, but Daryl thought they felt too nasty. You weren't white trash, you were pretty, out of place, and the words âhot piece of ass' just didn't fit you.Â
âShit. Didn't think it was you when they said your name yesterday.â His fingers absentmindedly rubbed the length of his stick, looking over you a few times as he tongued the inside of his cheek in thought. âHuh. You seen Merle yet?âÂ
âYeah, I got here yesterday morning.â You answered, the day before Daryl had been gone most of the day hunting. By the time he got back you were already in your new tent, something that Glenn had made sure to pick up when he brought you back to his group.Â
âWhat happened? Your folks alright?â He asked, knowing it was strange for you to be here without your family and friends.Â
âI have no idea. Don't remember much. We were real close to the city when the bombs went off, all I remember is fire and screaming and I woke up in the back of a gas station.âÂ
He nodded again, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he listened.Â
Daryl wanted to stay with you, talk for a while, having a familiar face made him feel like less of an outsider. But from the corner of his eye he saw Shane with his hands on his hips in that stupid pose he liked to do when he was about to give someone attitude. Daryl looked back to you and gathered his crossbow and bolts, muttering a quick excuse about needing to go hunt and that he'd see you around. He couldn't stand Shane, he'd only known him for a few weeks, give or take, and he was doing everything he could to avoid the wife fucker.Â
Shane gave you a talking to that evening, warning you about the âbackwoods rednecksâ, even though you knew it wasn't out of the kindness of his heart. It was just another way to control the people in his camp, something he got off on doing. He didn't trust either of the Dixon brothers, that was for certain, but going out of his way to âwarnâ you? It took everything in you to just nod and say okay.Â
âWhen you gonna tap that, baby brother?â Merle's voice and the way he said it made Daryl cringe. He needed to do a better job about not staring at you so blatantly.Â
âNot my type.â Daryl lied through his teeth, picking another strip of stringy squirrel meat from the stick he'd used to roast it over the fire.Â
The Dixon brothers usually had a smaller, separate fire away from the main groups. It was mostly Merle's idea, he'd tell Daryl âthey're not like us, keep your distance, we're just redneck trash to them.â. Not that Daryl gave a shit. He mostly thought the same anyways.Â
You were at the group fire, sitting beside Andrea and Amy, who were busy chattering about how they wished they could catch some fish instead of surviving off tree rats and canned peas. You didn't mind it, even though you preferred larger game, meat was meat. You ate your squirrel like it was a gourmet dinner, something Daryl took note of.
âNot your type? Hah! That's bullshit and we both know it. She's everybody's type, boy, you better get on that before someone else does.â
Daryl wasn't sure who Merle was referring to. Glenn could barely speak to women, T-Dog was far too respectful, Shane was so far up Loriâs ass he had shit in his ears. (That's so gross I'm so sorry)Â
The sound of harsh sniffing had Daryl looking away from you and back to his brother. He wiped the white residue from his nose and offered Daryl his large knife, containing another line.Â
âNah. I'm good.â Daryl waved him off, not feeling like being on uppers around all these people. Made his temper even shorter than it already was. âCareful with that shit, if Shane sees-â
âHe ain't gonna do shit about it. I'd like to see him say somethinâ.â The fact Merle was always looking for an excuse to butt heads had Daryl on edge. âTake it, and go take her off in the woods before I do.âÂ
It never took too much demanding from Merle before Daryl would give in. It was a fatal flaw in his character. He looked up to him and whatever he said went, even when he didn't really want to. So he took the coke and worked up the nerves to talk to you.Â
You'd just finished washing everyone's stupid dirty dishes and went into the woods to piss when you saw Daryl again. You gasped as you walked around the tree you'd used for cover and saw him walking through the treeline, worried he'd seen you. But he was too focused on his steps, and that put you at ease.Â
You walked up the half-assed trail to meet him, not feeling like chatting next to your pee puddle.Â
âHey, you going hunting?â You asked, slipping your hands in your shorts pockets.Â
He shook his head as he reached you, snatching a stray stick out of his hair. âGoinâ down to some of the old shops down the road. Tired of all these canned peas. You cominâ?â
You eagerly nodded, happy to be away from the group. They were nice enough, but since you normally hung around Merle, they treated you as someone they didn't fully trust. Especially Lori, Shane and Dale. The amount of times you caught Lori staring daggers into you every time you were within ten feet of Carl was starting to drive you insane.Â
âBeen wanting to get out and do something for days. Can't fucking stand Shane's micromanaging.â You said as you walked, wishing you would've known you'd be going on an impromptu supply run. You only had your knife, you'd prefer to have your Ruger your father had given you. It was in the RV, where Shane had taken it to âcleanâ. You were more than suspicious that he just didn't want you carrying a gun around camp.Â
Daryl snorted. âYeah. Can't stand that asshole. What kinda man-â He stopped himself, shaking his head.Â
âWhat?â You looked over at him, careful not to trip on the multiple storm blown branches from the larger trees.Â
âNothinâ. Just don't like âem.âÂ
You were silent for a few minutes as you thought of something to say. You know, in apocalypse type situations, you mainly think about securing your next meal, how to not get killed in your sleep, how to protect your friends and family. But here you were, trying to think of what to say to a man you were steadily growing attracted to. You always thought he was cute before this, but seeing how capable he was, how he was so sure of himself, it was a side to him you didn't expect. It was like he was one of those people always secretly hoping for an excuse to go live in the woods and live in anarchy.Â
âHow attached are you to this group?â He asked, catching you off guard.Â
âNot at all. Can't stand most of them. Why?âÂ
âJust thinkinâ about leavinâ. Don't belong here with these people. Lori screamed at a damn snake the other day and got the kids all riled up.â He had a visible look of distaste on his face. Of all things to scream your head off at in an apocalypse, wildlife wasn't on your list.Â
âAre you asking me to come?â You asked, unsuccessfully attempting to hide your excitement. The idea of splitting off with the Dixon brothers seemed your best bet, even if Merle was, well, Merle. You knew you were probably one of the only women on earth that didn't have to worry about him constantly trying to get in your pants. What you didn't know though, was that he was trying his damnedest to get his little brother laid, even if you were the daughter of a family friend.Â
âYeah. You don't belong here either.â You didn't know if it was true or not, but it felt true to you.Â
âSure. As long as I'm not gonna be a burden, or anything.â You knew you'd need to rely on the two of them for protection and some food, at least until you got used to your new life. You adapted fairly quickly.Â
âWouldn'tâve asked if you were.âÂ
âAlright, well, if you make up your mind, let me know.â
You arrived at the first store, a small gas station much like the one the two of you used to frequent back then. It was fairly untouched, but you knew it wouldn't be that way for long.Â
You broke into a bag of jerky, thankful it was Daryl with you and not anyone else. If someone gave you a speech on taking care of the group before yourself you might just take off on your own without Daryl.Â
He scored a bunch of chips, some cup noodles, and a 6 pack of beer for Merle.Â
Instead of going back like you'd originally planned, you talked each other into going further off down the road to an old Dollar General. You stored your stash in a hollowed out log next to the road so you wouldn't need to carry it the entire time and carried on.Â
âThis was a great idea.â Your tongue was stained red from sour patch kids, you went through five bags and gave Daryl the greens and yellows.Â
Daryl licked the sour crystals from his fingertips and grunted in agreement, tossing the empty bag over his shoulder off the roof that the two of you had gone up to to indulge in your spoils.Â
You laid on your back and sighed, surrounded by empty snack bags and wrappers. âFuck. I needed this.â Neither of you cringed at your corny comment, because although a cliche, you really, really did need this.Â
Daryl hadn't eaten much besides the gummies, thanks to being pressured into taking the coke by Merle. He cursed himself for it, wishing he had the nerve to just say no and stick with it.Â
He glanced over at you, your body orange in the light of the setting sun. You still wore those cute short Bobbie Brooks shorts he'd always seen you wearing around town. His eyes drifted to your legs and he let out a soft exhale, wishing he was as silver tongued as he thought his brother was. Even if the ladies rarely appreciated Merle's filthy flirting, he had to admit his one liners were pretty impressive sometimes.Â
You opened your eyes and used your hand as a shield from the sun to look at him. You'd barely caught him staring at your legs, and felt a smile tug at your lips.Â
âYou wanna fool around?â You half joked, prepared to laugh if he turned you down. But the look on his face told you he really, really didn't want to turn you down.Â
He froze for a moment, his eyes looking anywhere but you, his heart hammering against his chest. His thoughts ran frantic, from Merle telling him to have sex with you, and to you, who he was terrified to have sex with. He was suddenly very grateful for the coke he'd taken, and it clicked in his mind why Merle had been so insistent on him taking it. He knew he wouldn't last three minutes without it.Â
âYou serious?â He asked, his brows knitted tightly together from the sun and in concentration as he read your face.Â
âYeah, why not?â You shrugged, sitting upright so you didn't have to keep squinting up at him. You looked cool on the outside, but on the inside you were barely holding it together. You'd never thought of Daryl this way before, given you'd only seen him once before all this, but now that you were, it felt like you were about to potentially have sex with the hottest man on earth.Â
âUh, yeah, I guess.âÂ
Awkward was an understatement. Daryl didn't know what to do with his hands. His dick had been hard off and on the whole trip with you, despite the coke. He didn't know what would feel good to you, something he found himself oddly concerned with. His only experience with women was watching them getting fucked in porn, so he tried it that way.Â
Your eyes widened in surprise when he quickly turned and leaned over you, his hands slipping up your shirt. He choked out a gasp, looking down at the outline of his hands as he squeezed your tits. You were caught off guard by his sudden boldness, and the way he was roughly groping your chest wasn't helping. You grimaced, about to tell him to ease up, but he caught your mouth in an unexpected kiss before you could speak.Â
You were way too horny to care about how messy his kissing was. Truthfully, it was pretty hot, filled with so much desire and lust that it didn't matter he was inexperienced. The fact he was this eager just because of you had you moaning into his mouth.Â
He took that as a sign he was doing something right and rolled your nipples between his fingers, doing what felt right. He pinched them, making you gasp against his lips, and he couldn't hide the crooked grin from his face. He pulled back just long enough to start unbuttoning your shirt.Â
You took over for him, not wanting him to get impatient and rip off one of your only good shirts. When his eyes landed on your chest he whimpered, he fucking whimpered! You groaned at the sound and pulled him back against you by his shoulders, sinking your head into the crook of his neck to kiss the skin there.Â
He hadn't expected you to do anything to him. In the videos he watched, most of the time the dude just rips her clothes off and fucks her in different positions for half an hour while she screams and moans like she's hurt. He hated that sound, the over exaggerated noises, he much preferred the noises you made.Â
You laid down on your back, grateful the sun had sunk below the tips of the trees so it wasn't so bright anymore. He was on you in a second, now kissing your neck, eager to give you the same pleasure you were making him feel. The moan that rumbled in your chest made his heart jump, knowing he was doing something right.Â
âGod, sâso good.â You exhaled lazily, your eyes closing as he used his knee to kick your thighs apart for his waist. He quickly ground against you, a stifled groan stuck in his throat at the feeling of friction.Â
âTake âem off.â He demanded, tugging impatiently at your shorts before he went to unbuckle his belt. You happily obliged, unbuttoning your shorts and dragging them down your thighs.Â
When Daryl saw your lacy red panties he shivered. At camp, most of the underwear he saw hanging up were more⊠practical? The women had quickly changed their lace panties and thongs for boy shorts, but here you were, the skin around your hips indented obscenely from the way they hugged you like magic.Â
âFuck.â He exhaled deeply, his forehead resting against yours as he looked down at your body under his. He was really, really glad Merle gave him coke. Just the sight of you mostly naked under him had his cock throbbing painfully.
He finished with his pants, only pulling them down enough to drag his leaking dick out, his jaw dropping when he saw you shimmying out of your panties. His head spun, his mouth watered, and before he could even think he was scooting down to plant his face between your legs.Â
You gasped, your head falling back against the rough flooring of the roof. He was so eager., so heartbreakingly eager to please you, it had your pussy so wet it was almost unbearable. His hot tongue was sloppy, inaccurate, it couldn't decide where it wanted to be. He'd be licking broad stripes one second, and the next he was swirling it around your clit. You were beginning to think maybe he wasn't as inexperienced as you believed.Â
Daryl learned all he knew about sex from porn. If there was one thing he was fascinated about, it was giving head. One of the first things he always wanted to do was eat out a woman. He never thought it would be someone as hot as you.Â
He tried everything he knew that made the women in videos moan, and to his surprise, you moaned the most when he kept it simple and just sucked your clit. So he did that, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking it into his mouth to roll his tongue around.Â
You were in shambles. You tried desperately to pull at his hair, but it was too short to grab so you settled on sinking your nails into his scalp as you rolled your hips against his face and tried not to be so loud.Â
Your jaw dropped and your eyes squeezed shut when he dug his tongue into the side of your clit, dragging your orgasm out so unexpectedly that you gasped.Â
âFuck, oh, oh god!â You sputtered, your thighs squeezing his head to hold him there as you came, your back arching and your toes curling so hard your foot almost cramped up.Â
Daryl slipped his hand under him and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he felt your body tremble and jerk under him. He was sure this was a dream, he'd wake up any second in his tent with Merle snoring beside him and you all the way across camp. He squeezed his dick, milking the precum from his tip as your thighs finally relaxed.Â
âMy god. You're really good at that.â You panted, your eyes blurry as you watched him slide up your body and take its place on top of you.Â
He grinned, knowing you were unintentionally starting to give him an ego. âYeah?â He racked his brain for dirty talk, but since it was fried from making you cum, all he could come up with was âI got somethinâ I'm even better at.â Complete lie.Â
You, on the other hand, had no idea he was a virgin, and grinned widely at the implications, shifting your body up till you felt his heavy cock graze against your inner thigh. The feeling alone sent a bolt through your body, and your chest heaved with deep excited breaths.Â
He leaned up and grabbed your shoulder, signaling for you to turn over. You didn't question it and rolled over, propping yourself on your hands and knees.Â
The sight of you from behind had him falling apart. He let out a quiet whimper and bit his bottom lip before grabbing his cock and scooting forward to push it against you.Â
âJesus, so fuckin wet.â He breathed, his heart beating so loud he could hear the blood in his ears. He slid his dick between your folds, going through all the steps in his head that he'd seen countless times. He even slapped it against your pussy a few times, missing the amused expression on your face, and pushed himself into you.Â
What Daryl didn't learn from porn was that usually, you go in slow when someone hasn't had sex recently. So when he just pushed his dick inside you with no hesitation you cried out, the burn from the unprepared stretching making you jolt forward. He grabbed your hips to bring you back against him, his jaw going slack as he felt your hot wet walls squeezing the life out of him.Â
âFuck!â You spat, the burning and stabbing pain almost enough to turn you off completely. âYou gotta be slower than that, Daryl.âÂ
He was too deep to process what you said. He finally let out the breath he'd been holding with a deep, guttural groan, still frozen inside you. âSah-Sorry.â He sputtered, his hands squeezing your hips so hard you knew for a fact there'd be ten little light purple bruises there tomorrow.Â
Before you could say or do anything else he started moving, setting the pace quickly, snapping his hips against your ass so roughly your hands almost slipped out from under you. The uncomfortable stretch quickly faded into a deep, primal pleasure, and soon you were letting out short moans with every thrust of his hips.Â
You barely got used to the feeling before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it back, drawing a cry from your throat. You weren't expecting this from Daryl, he was so confident, so rough, it confused you but drove you absolutely wild at the same time.Â
His other hand kept its tight grip on your hip, pulling you back to meet each of his demanding thrusts, making sure his dick went as deep as possible each time. The way you were moaning and gasping fueled him to fuck you rougher, wanting to hear every sound that you were possible of making.Â
âDirty little whore.â He grunted, his jaw aching from how hard he'd been clenching his teeth.Â
His words earned a strangled whimper from you, making his lips curl up in a cocky grin.Â
He fucked you for a while like that, hips pounding against your ass so hard that the noises of your skin slapping was making your cheeks burn in embarrassed arousal. So much for keeping it quiet.Â
âHey-â The words were hard to get out from his aggressive thrusts, especially now that he was hunched over your body so he could squeeze your breasts. âI- wanna turn over.âÂ
He raised his chest from your back and took the opportunity to catch his breath while you shifted under him to roll over on your back. The look on your face made him shudder with a quiet gasp. Your face was tinted a light red, blissed out, your pupils blown and hair all messed up around your face. He was back on you immediately, kissing you hungrily as he slipped his cock back inside you, much easier this time.Â
âYâfeel so fuckinâ good.â He breathed against your lips, wet from his sloppy kisses, and he kissed down your jaw to your neck. His accent was much thicker when he was inside you, barely pronouncing any words fully anymore.Â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist, angling your hips up so he could drive his cock deeper into you. The new feeling made him moan pathetically into your neck, and he had to stifle the noises he didn't like with a bite to the skin where your neck met shoulder.Â
The pressure of his teeth had your eyes rolling back in your head. There was so much stimulation, his dick driving relentlessly into your throbbing pussy, his fingers pinching your nipple and the other hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. A particularly deep thrust made you cry out, and you felt yourself nearing your second orgasm.
âFuck!â You whined, your eyes squeezing tightly shut as you felt the tension building in your core as he fucked his dick into you.Â
âThat's it, yâgonna come for me?â His teeth drew away from your red neck, a string of spit connecting the two of you.Â
All you could muster was an obscene âMhmm!â, your thighs squeezing him tight around the waist.Â
âC'mon girl.â His words were choppy from the force of his thrusts. He slowed for a second, readjusting himself before building back up to his former quick pace, each thrust sending your body scooting a little upwards along the floor of the roof. You were incredibly thankful it wasn't concrete.Â
âLemme hear it, c'mon.â His words alone were enough to send you falling over your edge. Your jaw dropped, your head tilting back as your back arched under his heavy body, and his arm slipped under you to hold your chest tight against his.Â
The look on your face and the feeling of you cumming around his dick was all he needed. His face went slack and he let out a shameful whine, something he'd never heard himself make before, and came inside you. Neither of you noticed, too fucked out of your minds to even process it.Â
You cried under him, twisting and squirming, impaled on his dick as your orgasm shook you to your core. Only when the final waves rolled off you did you relax, your eyes struggling to open as your breathing slowed.
Daryl raised his face from your chest and looked down at you, enjoying the look on your face as he regained his bearings. He ran his hands up and down your torso a few times, his eyes appreciating every little red mark on your neck and chest from his teeth.
 Only when the last jolts of pleasure left his body did he realize he came inside you.Â
âShit.â He grunted as he slowly drug his dick out of you, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the way his cum oozed out between your slick, puffy folds.Â
âHmm, âs fine.â You mumbled lazily, reaching up to push your hair from your face. âWe're on top of a Dollar General. We'll get the morning after pill.âÂ
He nodded at your words, still hypnotized by the sight of his cum leaking out of you. A deep part of him wanted to stuff his dick back in you and keep it in, he didn't know why, but the idea was so hot he could've gone for a round two if you wanted.Â
âWe better get back.â You struggled to prop yourself up on your elbows, your weakened muscles protesting. The sun was well below the trees now, and if you got back when it was dark you knew Shane would throw a goddamn hissy fit.Â
âWe ain't gotta.â He half joked, a lazy grin on his face. âCan just stay here. Go back in the morninâ.â
You smiled, shaking your head, even though the idea was incredibly tempting. âShane will kill us.â
âFuck him.â
âI don't wanna piss him off when he's the one in possession of my gun right now.â Your words had him raising his brows and nodding in agreement.Â
The two of you put your clothes back on and went through the back entrance, grabbing all your bags and making sure to pick up some morning after pills from the locked shelf behind the front desk. You caught him trying to discreetly grab some condoms, not knowing you saw, and you felt excitement bubble in your chest at the prospect of him expecting this to happen again.Â
Thankfully Shane wasn't in camp when you snuck back in. He was down by the quarry, catching frogs or some shit, and you were able to share your spoils with the group before he came to ask questions.Â
âWell, shit. Look at you.â Merle was smiling ear to ear, clapping Daryl on the back after he went to his brother's tent with a bag of goodies.Â
It was extremely obvious what the two of you had done. Your hair was still messy despite you brushing it with your fingers on the way back, your face pink, your neck red. You were climbing into your own tent as Merle watched you from across camp.Â
Daryl's neck and face were also red, and he had a few scratch marks on the back of his neck.Â
And his fly was still down.Â
âShut up.â Daryl shrugged his brother's hand off him, opening a bag of Funyuns.
âMy baby brothers no longer a fuckinâ loser!â He laughed, giving a wolf whistle before playfully ruffling his hair. âAtta boy. I told you.âÂ
âYaâ ain't tell me shit.â Daryl grumbled, stuffing Funyuns in his mouth to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.Â
âHey.â
âWhat?â Daryl groaned, exasperated already.Â
âThink sheâll give me a ride?â
âShut the hell up, man.âÂ
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Keep Your Eyes on Me
tara carpenter x female reader
summary: Youâve quickly become close with all of Taraâs friends, but her trust issues keep her at a distance from you. But maybe you're able to chip away at her defenses...
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"I don't get why no one else is suspicious of her!" Tara exclaims looking around at everyone with a frustrated expression. "Mindy? You're literally suspicious of every living thing. And Sam what the fuck, you don't let me leave the house unless I'm carrying a cross bow or something," she exaggerates rolling her eyes.
"Why are we speaking about me like I'm not here?" You whisper to Chad next to you while ripping your string cheese into strands. He laughs but so does everyone else, seems like your whisper wasn't as quiet as you thought.
Tara groans frustrated and heads up the stairs, leaving her friends and you in the living room in an awkward silence.
Sam was the first to break it, "She'll come around, it's just been hard on her you know? Trusting new people and all that fun stuff."
You give her a nod completely understanding the root of Tara's issues with you, it wasn't personal but that didn't mean her distrust in you didn't sting. Especially considering it's been four months since you met the group.
"I am curious though," you speak, "She's not wrong Mindy, you're sus of everyone. And Sam why do you trust me too?"
"Well you met my brother playing pickle ball," the twin speaks. "Pickle ball doesn't really strike me as a psychopathic killer activity," she laughs.
"Neither does string cheese. Can you imagine Ghostface stringing their cheese and eating it?" Sam adds with a laugh.
You don't know whether to be relieved or offended that your habits don't indicate you to be a killer. But you're grateful that the rest of the group clicked with you quickly after Chad introduced you to them.
The core four minus Tara sometimes wanted to smack the girl across the head for being so oblivious and blind to you. Before you met the group Chad being the yapper that he is, explained all that happened in the past year and a half, so you were fairly well equipped with knowledge on how to navigate a friendship with everyone.
Everyone also noticed how attentive you were to Tara especially. You didn't know what it was but you immediately developed a soft spot for the girl when Chad told you all she went through. Meeting her for the first time you instinctively felt the need to protect her but that's been quite hard with her negative feelings towards you, but that doesn't mean you don't try.
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Sam eventually goes up to Tara's room once everyone leaves and decides to put an end to this. The younger Carpenter looks at her sister from her bed when the door is opened at a speed where its hinges could fly off.
"Jesus Sam, why are we trying to break my door."
"What the hell are you doing Tara?" Sam gets to the point ignoring the question.
"What are you talking about?"
"Y/n."
"Ughhhhhh!" She turns around face planting into her pillow with a groan, hating the topic of you.
"It's been four months and you haven't once given the poor girl the benefit of the doubt." The sister says softly. "I don't know why you're so keen on hating her, it's like you want her to be Ghostface just so you can prove a point."
Tara turns around to respond, clearly annoyed. "Because it's so clear she doesn't have good intentions! I don't get you either sis, you want me to be cautious of people, but it's a problem when its Y/n?"
Sam sighs moving to sit on the foot of the bed, "Tara, do you not see how much that girl cares about you?"
Tara is silent and looks down at her fiddling hands not knowing what to say. She does know how much you care and she hates it.
All those times you would come over to her place with the excuse of "Mindy sent me to grab something" but you always stayed until Sam got home from work, just so she wouldn't have to be alone.
"Clearly you do realize how much she cares for you," Sam says taking notice of her sister's silence and demeanor.
Tara turns red recalling how you would always be attentive to the leg that Ghostface broke a year ago. You would always position yourself so she'd have access to the railing of a staircase. Offer to drive her places that may have seemed like too lengthy of a walk. Straggle behind the group when you realized she couldn't walk as fast as the others. And even deprive yourself of any physical activities that the group was participating in, so Tara wouldn't feel alone when she sat out.
"The damn girl literally sits in the kitchen whenever your hungry ass wants to cook something so you'd feel safer!" Sam suddenly says. "Even I hadn't thought about how being in the kitchen may give you PTSD."
Tara hadn't either. But now that she knew the reason why you'd sit with her in the kitchen, she realized that she did feel much more comfortable with you in there then the times you weren't. After all she did have her attack take place in the kitchen. The brown eyed girl shrunk into her sweater in shame as she recalled how poorly she treated you that day.
You leave the group who were playing an intense round of charades in the living room and decide to join Tara who was alone in the kitchen.
"Hey what are you making?" You smile.
She ignores you and continues to get the seasoning out for the mac and cheese she was making herself.
"Why aren't you playing with everyone else?" Tara suddenly spoke.
"Just wanted to see what you were up to."
"Well you can leave now," she rolls her eyes.
"I'm good, I'll stay here."
"You do know that you aren't winning any points with me by trying to talk to me and forcing proximity right?" Tara says with attitude. "I still don't trust you and if your goal isn't to kill me, but just to get in my pants, then I'm so sorry if I ever made you believe that you had a chance with me." she finishes sarcastically feigning a genuine apology.
"Not my goal," you reply keeping it short. You knew the girl would not receive anything you say, so you got up from the seat you initially took at the island in the kitchen and went to the dining table which was a little further away. Tara thought that you left since she didn't hear any comments from you anymore and her pride was too high for her to turn around and check if you were still there. She couldn't control the frown that was making its way onto her face. That was until she heard you scrolling through TikToks at the table and suddenly felt a sense of relief that couldn't be explained.
She would continue to finish her mac and cheese and tried to hide her laugh from any funny TikTok sounds she heard from your phone. And tried her hardest to shutdown her curiosity whenever she heard your laugh. As soon as she finished making her bowl, she walked out of the kitchen not even glancing at you. She was too stubborn to realize that she hadn't once thought about her attack due to your presence in the kitchen.
Until now.
"That's why I trust her Tara," Sam reveals. "She notices things that I don't. I can't always be watching out for you. You need to have a bunch who have your back, and for that to happen you need to take a chance on people here and there."
"Just think about it. Just separate your idea of Y/n being Ghostface and the possibility that she can betray you. And ask yourself what kind of person is left standing in front you. And is that the type of person you want to take a chance on."
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Two weeks have gone by since the group last saw each other, and since then you and Tara were able to do a lot of individual thinking. Today the group decided that they went too long without seeing each other and they all decided to go to bar in downtown Manhattan.
Everyone decided to meet at the Carpenter residence, and Tara hated to admit it, but she was excited to see you, but she also felt nervous at the thought of being around you.
You were the last to arrive, and you greeted all your friends with a smile. Tara was waiting with a smile for you to greet her like you always do, but it never happened.
You ignored her.
"Is everyone ready to go?" You say looking at everyone except Tara.
The shorter girl had to compose herself before anyone realized that she was bothered by your lack of acknowledgement. She didn't know how to feel, what in the world were you doing?
The group made their way to the subway in one piece, and the two Carpenter sisters were walking side by side while everyone else was a little ahead.
"What the fuck is Y/n doing?" Tara whisper yells to her sister.
"What do you mean?" Sam replies playing stupid.
"She's not even looking at me?" Tara admits, not caring at how childish she sounds. "Why isn't she paying attention to me?"
Sam laughs at what two weeks of not seeing you and some deep reflection has done to her sister. "I mean what do you expect, it's not fair for her to keep trying for someone who doesn't make the same effort. She's probably done trying." Despite her words, Sam didn't believe a thing she was saying, she wondered what the intentions behind your actions were, but the Carpenter knew it was nothing ill.
Tara makes a hmpf sound, and tries to act unbothered by her sister's words. But the idea of you not having your gaze on her worries her more than she would like to admit.
Meanwhile 20 paces in front the sisters you and the twins are having a interesting conversation of your own.
"I can't do this anymore!" You whine looking at Mindy.
"Girl, stand the fuck up, it's been 20 minutes since we left the house, can't you see that it's already working?"
Chad chimes in, "Honestly I agree with my sister for once, she'll be yours by the end of today."
"W-whoa I don't want her to be mine or anything," you blush. "She's gone through a lot, I just need her to tolerate me, you know?"
Mindy rolls her eyes but smiles, happy that Tara has someone patient like you in her life. "Yeah yeah Y/l/n, now walk faster, it's not like she can run and catch up."
Your jaw drops while Chad drops dead in laughter.
Everyone manages to get onto the same subway cart in one piece, and you realized how much harder it was going to be acting like you can't notice Tara in here. The subway was packed from one end to the other. And you just so happened to be standing next to the only available seat.
You glance at Tara only to see her already looking at you and you immediately look away. Trying to get Mindy's attention you some how try your best to mime to her that you want Tara to sit in the free seat. Though of course Mindy's horrible charade skills translate into real life and she ends up sitting in the seat herself.
You face palm at your friend, and gave up on trying to look out for Tara. But in that very moment you notice a man getting far too close to the girl than you would like. It was a crowded cart so proximity was a given, but this seemed deliberate on the stranger's part.
Acting without thinking, you shove the guy as casually as you can to the side, not realizing that it meant you are now face to face with Tara. Just as you were about to break and speak to her, the subway doors open at your stop.
Tara hated that the doors interrupted the words you were going to say to her, but was grateful that it got her attention off of you before you could notice the blush on her cheeks.
As everyone got off the subway, you find yourself straggling behind the group out of habit. Just as you attempt to quicken your pace, you feel a tug on your sleeve.
Tara looks up at you with her big eyes, and you don't know what to do. This is the first time the girl has looked at you without rolling her eyes or looking away immediately.
"I'm sorry," she mutters.
You didn't know what to say, and continue walking with her by your side, so you don't fall too far behind from your friends. "It's okay," you mutter back looking straight ahead.Â
You don't blame the girl for her behaviours. Her traumas manifested into something difficult and she was making an attempt to be better. That's all that mattered to you. And maybe you were just too weak for the girl that you would let anything slide, but you were fine with that too.Â
Tara smiles at you, happy that you weren't giving her a hard time. Happy that you understood what those two words she just told you encapsulates.
Suddenly she grabs you by your arm and holds it as you walk side by side.
Startled by her touch you look at her.
She smiles up at you, "It's easier for you to keep your eyes on me this way. No need for secret glances."
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đšââ đŽ ââđł ââđ«ââ đȘ ââđžââ đž ââđź ââđŽ ââđłâ ïŒ
BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.
â· A/N â yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck
â
FT. â dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor
!! TAGS â mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff
"i love you."
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áŽáŽąáŽÉȘ.
promptly replies with, "i love you too."
he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking
when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin
and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before
he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too
definitely asks for double suicide later
"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."
"Mhm."
"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.
"Dazai, you already said yes."
"I'll say it again!"
âáŽÊáŽáŽÊáŽ.
he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine
poor boy is really confused đ because "where did that come from??"
he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside
we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it
will decide to give it a shot tho
100% calls dazai to brag about it
"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"
You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.
"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."
ÊáŽÉŽáŽáŽ.
"i know."
he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc
he's known about this since like soooo long
he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess
went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D
eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie
"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"
He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"
áŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÉąáŽáŽĄáŽ.
"eh???"
like chuuya, he's pretty confused too
"are you sure?"
tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster
he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up
also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?
reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world
"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.
"I'll try my best."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to!"
He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.
"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."
áŽáŽê±áŽê±ÊÉȘ.
screams
"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"
jumps around everywhere in happiness
you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around
either that or he just faints
he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.
you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3
"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.
"Yes?"
"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"
ê°ÊáŽáŽ
áŽÊ.
no reaction. im sorry
spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work
you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????
will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??
he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work
and that's his way of saying yes
He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.
"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."
"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"
"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.
© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.
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kinktober extra â gun play leon s. kennedy x bttm male reader
â neighbour (slight ooc) leon ! clothed leon naked reader ! he puts the gun up your ass
The outbreak was doing you no good, and the fact that you were all alone when all went to hell wasn't helping much either. However, being locked in the safety of your home gave you time to hideout while the worst washed over. Though eventually, you were forced outside to scavenge for food. Unlocking your front door as delicate as tip toeing around a sleeping lion, you quietly stepped outside the comfort of your home.
You were fortunate enough to be greeted with desolate streets; only the occasional ripped up paper or trash rolled across the ground. You had almost nothing, not even a gun, just a baseball bat you bought awhile ago to play with your friends once, only to never touch it again until now. At least you took the time to impale nails to add a little more offense to your weapon.
After some soft crunching of gravel under your feet and walking through eerily quiet roads, you were met with a convenience store. The neon signs were busted and didn't glow anymore but you were able to make out some un-raided shelves behind the shattered windows.
You pushed on the front door, the quiet jingle of the door opening made you jump out your skin for a second, why'd the bell still work despite everything else being broken? You tried to keep your footsteps light, navigating around the fallen shelves and racks on the floor. Seeing a few canned foods still untouched and packets of chips as well as some beverages, you felt a twinge of relief wash over you. This was probably enough for you to not go outside for a few weeks.
You decided to walk behind the register, searching for some candy or others that would be stocked there. With no luck your eyes met the employees only door, slightly ajar. Clutching your bat in your right hand, you slowly opened the door before you were met with a light tap on your forehead. A gun, held by a blonde man who seemed to have seen it all.
âA survivor? I feel like its been ages since I've seen another living human being,â He sighed, lowering his weapon and pulling you into the room by your arm. You felt him pause abruptly once getting a good look at your face and you blinked away your initial fear upon having a gun pointed to your head.
âOh, you're my neighbour aren't you?â The corners of Leon's lips twitched into a slight curve but not enough to be counted as a wholehearted smile.
âLeon? I thought everyone in the neighbourhood turned,â You on the other hand couldn't help but smile seeing a familiar face after fully believing you were the only human left on earth. You take a small glance around the room, noting the equipment stuffed into one corner and a makeshift sleeping bag as well as a first aid kit that had been visibly used.
You knew he was an agent from having small chats over the fence, and from the looks of things, even those who undergo arduous training suffered â even if it was a little bit more bearable for them than others.
Leon's grip eventually loosens and he turns his back to you as he walks to the far wall, sliding down against it into a seated position. From here, the bandaged up gash on his side peeks out from the rips of his shirt. That's why the glass was as broken as it was, it was a sign of Leon's fight with the undead.
Following in his footsteps you go to sit down beside him, pulling your knees to your chest as you turn to look at him. His eyebags have never been darker and there's a frown that stains his face. Leon breaks the silence while pulling his knee up to rest his arm on it, his gun clacking as he moved.
âSo, it's just you?â He questions, and you can hear the awkwardness in his voice. He's never been a good talker, everytime you met him while on a walk thr conversations usually ended with a quick excuse to pull away from it. You blame it on him having to see more horrors than the average person.
âIs that a bad thing?â You mean it in a playful way, placing your hands over your knees as a cushion for your cheek to rest on. You almost burst out laughing when you see Leon tense and you can practically see the panic that he's offended you in his eyes.
âNoâ No, not at all,â he tries to defend himself.
âWould you rather that flower girl who lives down the street?â It's a running joke that the neighbourhood shares of Leon that the big, cold agent is in love with the soft, florist girl.
He shoots you a glare, one that shows just how many times he's heard it over and over again. Instead of replying, he turns his head with a scoff like a bunny stomping its foot angrily. You brush it off as well after seeing his lack of a response and your eyes draw to the gun that's still held firmly in Leon's hand. It would be handy for you to learn how to use one since the bat won't always be useful.
âDo you think you could maybe teach me how to use that?â You ask almost hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers in a nervous habit.
âThe gun?â Leon questions, tilting the gun so he could look at it properly. One part of him doesn't want you to use it, it creates an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach seeing a guy like you hold such a murderous weapon. The other part knows it's for the best, for your own protection when he has to part ways with you. After a minute of just staring at the gun, he finalises his decision.
âSure, I guess you'll need it in the future,â he groans as he stands back up, hand on his thigh like he was an old man getting up from his rocking chair. He tousels his wispy blonde hair, combing it back with his fingers before focusing his attention on you.
His thick black eyelashes flutter as he stares at your face for a second, walking up to you and caging your hands in his. He guides your hands to the pistol, letting you feel the cold metal to familiarise yourself. He doesn't say a thing while he lets you feel the barrel and the grip. The grip feels almost scratchy which he lightly scoffs at your expression when your fingers ghosted over the texture.
âThat's why my hands are all calloused,â he faces his palm up, showing you his toughened palm while he flexes his fingers.
âYou have to hold it like this, firm grip, two hands.â Leon helps to guide your hands in place, adjusting your fingers and your wrist.
He whispers under his breath âJust like that,â watching as you hold the gun straight, aiming at the blank wall. You know it's best not to fire, though, that would attract whatever monster lays outside. The gun trembles, shaking like a stripped leaf, and you realise that your hands are quivering. You're not cut out for this. You feel the weight of Leon's hand lower the gun and he gently slips the weapon away from your hands and into his.
âYou have to get desensitised to it, who knows what might happen without me,â Leon's eyebrows furrow and his nose creases from the pure thought of you getting captured and held at gun-point. It wasn't far from what could actually happen either considering the law was disregarded the moment people started eating eachothers brains.
Leon raises the pistol and presses the muzzle to your adams apple, feeling it bob from your swallows.
âDoes it scare you?â It's not a threatening statement, it's him asking how you really feel having the gun pressed up against your skin. The hitch of your breath goes unnoticed as Leon drags the pistol lower to your chest. With the way he's looking down, you can see his dark eyelashes, a sliver of his muted blue iris' peeked through. He really was handsome.
âOr is it because you trust me that much?â The question jolts you out of your little trance, he was only your neighbour yet you didn't seem to react in fear when he held the gun to you.
âMaybe,â you breath out, letting your gaze flutter to the pistol dragging down your chest. Leon pulls it away before bringing it up and tapping the flat side of the barrel against your cheek. There's a certain look in his eyes, its almost pitiful like a hunter watching the deer caught in the net lay completely still, unfazed.
Leon leans closer to your face, his nose practically brushing against yours. You could almost make out the faint breaths if you listened close enough and you see his tongue dart out to wet his lips before he swallowed thickly.
âI think you're liking this a little too much,â he mutters, tilting his head slightly to the right as he looks down at you, his hair falling to the direction he moves his head at. The way Leon speaks now is hushed, sultry even. He's only half joking, he sees the way your eyelids flicker a little too rapidly when he glides the muzzle over your clothes.
Your face flushes, realising that he's caught on your little inner turmoil.
âIt's just the adrenaline.â You swallow your lie like it's medication; it's hard to go unnoticed when you so obviously gulp. It's not fully a lie though â you've read in a previous article things like erections can happen due to adrenaline. You squeeze your eyes shut, almost like you're preparing to be scolded by Leon.
But all you're met with is a small sigh and a shake of his head.
âIf you want it, do it quickly, we won't have time to indulge in distractions in the heat of things.â Your eyes fling open, caught off guard by the fact that the Leon, your neighbour, just gave you the greenlight. You look up at him through your lashes and he returns your gaze with a small glint of reciprocating desire. The absence of an opportunity for sex really catches up when you're surrounded by infected and never in a safe position.
Before you can even say anything, Leon is already slipping off your shirt; your jacket had already been discarded when you entered the employee's only room. He takes a moment to skim over your naked body, observing all the dips and curves, and the fact that your blush reaches all the way down to your shoulders. He brushes the muzzle over your chest, and upon seeing you shiver at the coolness, a smirk quirks on his lips.
âCold?â
âYeah,â
You whine, gripping his forearm in a lousy attempt to stop him from rubbing the metal on your nipple. It doesn't stop him though, he gently grazes your perky buds, chuckling softly as he watches your eyebrows knit from the feeling.
âSorry then,â he hums with amusement coloring his tone. Leon's breath becomes shallower as he trails the gun down along the line in the middle of your abdomen, all the way down to your pants.
âYou're going to be the death of me,â He grunts out, delicately guiding you to lean against the wall. His arm is wrapped so securely around your back like a warm embrace. The warmth of his arm around your bare back shields you from the frigid material of the wall but the second he slips it away from you your back arches off uncomfortably.
âBare it,â Leon pushes you back against the wall and you whimper at the cold. Its somewhat cruel how he's doing this but you understand its to get your body used to the harsh changes in environments. He mumbled small praises that are inaudible to your ears but you can barely make out the words 'good boy.'
His fingers tug at your zipper, pulling it down but you reach out to stop him, noticing how he's not taking any of his clothes off. Like he was reading your mind, Leon scoffs with a small smirk.
âI can't, it's too risky to have to put anything on if we get ambushed,â He links his fingers underneath the elastic waistband of your boxers, stretching it out a bit before pulling them down to rest at your mid thigh.
âBut that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself,â He places one arm at the side of your head, caging it in, and his other weilds the pistol. He can't take off his clothes so he can't fuck you properly but he resorts to using his gun instead. It's shameless with the way he's spreading the soft flesh of your thighs apart with a gun like he was slotting his dick between them.
His eyes aren't on you, they're on your body, carefully sliding the hunk of metal against your hole. It almost hurts with how dry and cold the metal feels against your skin but you don't complain. Leon muses when he sees your cock twitch when he slides the muzzle up from the base to your pink tip. He quirks an eyebrow at you, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours.
âFeels weird doesn't it? Promise once we're out of this shithole I'll give you everything you want,â Again, Leon goes off about something in the future. He's thinking of a future with you after things smooth over, you can't help but bite back the small moan you were going to let out. His bangs are now covering his eyes when he returns his gaze to your lower half.
Your hips instinctively move against the barrel of the gun, sliding yourself against it. Its like the pleasure is almost there but not really, its left you struggling to find good friction. Leon notices your strangled whines and contorted face and he feels slightly guilty for not being able to give you the relief you definitely need.
He spits on the gun, lubing it up and taking a mental note to polish and clean it afterwards. Leon tilts the muzzle up, wriggling it past your tight rim. When the tip of gun enters you, you gasp, straightening your body from the foreign object being stuffed in your ass.
âLeonââ your voice cracks.
âTrust me.â
He can hear the slight panic in your voice and his palm moves to cover your eyes. You're squirming, unsure of whether to lean in or pull away from the sensation. He pushes himself up against you to keep you still since his hands are already full. Leon groans gently at how much warmth he can feel seeping into his clothes from your body heat.
He slowly pushes the gun further, tuning into the soft squelching sounds of the metal making its way through your walls. Leon couldn't deny that he was a bit jealous of how his pistol was able to feel your wet walls clenching around it rather than himself.
âShit, you're taking it better than I thought,â He grumbled under his breath, thrusting the metal into you, attempting to push it even deeper to find your sweet spot. Leon finally moved his hands from your eyes and placed his hand on your waist, extending his thumb to rub circles over your stomach. He twists the gun inside you, flushing against your prostate. The sudden jolt of pleasure caused you to cry out and reach to grab his shoulders.
He pushed against your prostate a few times, observing how your eyes would water with each thrust and how your teeth would bite down even harder on your bottom lip the more he hit that specific spot. He slowly pulled the gun fully out with a small pop.
âDidn't know that would work,â He joked lightly, slotting the gun between your legs once more and squeezing your thighs together. He threw the gun from one hand into the other, gripping the pistol in his left hand. Leon slid his ring and middle finger alongside your ass, dipping down the curve to meet your already stretched hole. He dipped his fingers inside, already burying his fingers up to his knuckles.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling his fingers up to press against the deepest parts of you. Leon dragged the gun back and forth between your thighs, letting you hump the metal like a dog.
âAttaboy,â he chuckled darkly, moving his fingers faster, practically slapping his palm against your tail bone as he fingered you from behind. Pre-cum started to bead off your slit and smeared all over Leon's gun.
âYou're already getting so wet,â he shook his head, feigning disappointment as he moved the gun to trace your tip, ghosting over your skin.
You whined and thrashed from the ticklish sensation, but when you tried to lean away from it, you ended up pushing up against Leon's fingers, letting them reach even deeper.
âLeon,â you mewl, gripping his shoulders desperately as your dick twitches feverishly. â'M gonna cum.â
Your soft whimpers undoubtedly got his dick hard and he swore if you kept up with the whining he'd really just take off his pants and fuck the life out of you. Leon didn't respond, he just swallowed a groan and curled his fingers to your prostate.
Feeling that familiar spark in your veins, your body convulsed and you let out a high-pitched moan, blanking out as you shot ropes of cum out, dirtying Leon's gun with white.
âI got you, I got you, don't worry,â He felt your legs give out and quickly caught you, letting you lean on him while you came down from your high. Leon pulled the gun from your legs, turning it side to side and watching as your semen dripped down the sides.
Would it even work anymore?
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My Darling, My Honey
Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 12)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |
Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Part 12:
It felt like hours went by, and it looked like your suspicion was correct- as indicated by the deepening red of the skies of Hell, compared to the pale pinkish hue it was when Alastor teleported the two of you up here.
The entire time, Alastor hardly said even a single word- a rare occurrence, knowing his occupation and personal love of hearing himself talk. If anyone ever knew that Alastor just purely listened attentively to you for hours, they'd probably think you're lying.
You told him about how your parents and in-laws treated you like a bargaining chip for their own businesses and social standing to prosper- then for everyone to turn their backs on you as soon as you were married off. You were treated like a circus animal in a cage.
Even after that, he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his thumb across your hands as reassurance before you continued.
When you told him about how your ex-husband used and abused you, but then paraded you around as the trophy wife like nothing was wrong, all Alastor did was tighten his grip on your hands.
As you explain in full detail the emotional and physical distress it all caused you and the impact that meeting Alastor had on your life, which then spurred the meticulously planned murder of your then-husband, you could swear you feel his hands trembling ever so slightly.
Many more tears had fallen from your eyes during this whole process, your throat sore from talking so much at one time.
Then, you looked up at Alastor.
He looked at you with nothing but love and the most gentle smile you had ever seen.
Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to you, helping you stand up. Then he gave you a warm embrace. You gasped in response. It was very rare for either of you to initiate much physical touch, but it was even less common coming from Alastor.
Not letting this opportunity go by, you wrap your arms around him.
Alastor pulls back from the embrace slowly to gently caress your face and says, "And here I thought I couldn't possibly love you even more, my dear. You're just as perfect to me as the day I first laid eyes on you..."
A chuckle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch.
"My vows still hold true, you know. As I put that ring on your finger that night you left me too early, I said to you...' 'In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, dear.' with only the moon and stars as my witness."
A huge smile spreads across your face, "Oh Al, honey... Looks like you were right after all, in life and in death, I'm yours". You say as you pull him into a kiss, that he happily obliges to indulge you in.
"My dear, I think we will have to have a proper exchanging of vows soon- one that isn't interrupted by a certain someone- banging on the DOOR!"
You hardly even noticed the muffled yells and banging noises that were present at door that then disappeared with a yelp as Alastor whipped around to unlock and open the door.
"Why Vaggie, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you all the way up here?" He answered the door with a low growl to his voice.
"Alastor! You just up and kidnapped our guest and haven't returned for HOURS! You can't just do that! Especially when you were threatening their life!"
"Ahahaha! Funny thing! Yes, yes I can!"
"Why you... ALAST-"
"Hey, hey! Vaggie, don't worry. I'm okay, we're okay." You quickly shoved yourself between the two of them as you felt the tensions rising.
" (y/n)! What did he do to you?? What's going on here???"
You sheepishly smile as you slink back to Alastor's side and link your arm through his, "Just uh.. reuniting?"
Vaggie took a step back and raised an eyebrow while asking, "Hold on now, what did you just say?"
Alastor clears his throat, "Ahem, why I do believe I owe you and Charlie an apology of sorts! Perhaps a 'thank you' as well for saving the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancée from when we were still alive!"
"Excuse me- WHAT???"
-> Part 13
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Eddie and Buck come through the door of Buck's loft together in a fit of giggles, still high over Chimney's expression being spat on by an alpaca, when they see Tommy sitting alone on the floor, pressed to a corner where he is staring out the window.
"Tommy?" Buck says, delighted and about to head over, when Eddie slaps a hand to Buck's chest. "What?"
Eddie's eyes narrow. There's nothing overtly odd, but there was something strange yet familiar about Tommy's expression and position.
"Buck, go make coffee."
"Eddie it's 9pm," Buck protests.
"Make. Coffee. And don't come over until I call you," Eddie doesn't mean to put on his Dad voice, but it works on Buck, and as Buck heads to the kitchen, Eddie goes to Tommy.
Thousand yard stare. Left hand clenched over the right wrist. Jaw set.
There is a knife in his right hand.
"Kinard, you okay there?" Eddie asks softly.
Tommy's gaze flickers and he looks at Eddie, a small frown creasing his brow. "I don't know."
"You know where you are?"
"Evan's place." He frowns more deeply. "I heard screams. Explosions."
Eddie sits down. He can hear the coffee machine going and Buck is probably hovering, waiting for Eddie's signal.
"When did you hear the sounds?"
"I don't know. I was... I was in my car, heading home. And then next thing I know I was... I heard screaming, and I drove here, and all I could think of was Evan. I had to get to Evan." Tommy blinks rapidly and his breathing picks up. "Where is-"
"Buck, come here," Eddie calls out.
Buck practically dashes over and kneels down next to his boyfriend. "Tommy."
"Evan," Tommy breathes out, and as if a string is cut, his rigid posture goes slack. "You're safe. You're safe."
Eddie exhales too. "Tommy, drop the knife."
"Knife?" Tommy looks at his hands and instantly relaxes his grip. The knife falls the short distance with a thud. Eddie reaches over and picks it up. A folding utility knife. Something Tommy would have in his car. "I didn't... Did I hurt anyone?"
"No," Eddie says with a tiny smile, patting his friend on the knee.
Beside him, Buck is swallowing down his thousand and one questions. He touches Tommy's arm tentatively, and is reassured when Tommy pulls him into a one-armed hug.
It could have gone badly, if Buck had run up to Tommy suddenly and unwarily. A knife wound to the gut would be a bad, bad thing, and Tommy would never forgive himself.
Some dark days, Eddie was thankful he had somehow had the presence of mind to lock the door before he fired the shots. If anything had happened to Christopher... He shakes himself out of the sheer horror of the thought.
"I thought... I heard screams," Tommy's telling Buck, "and I knew, I knew we were under attack, we had to find cover, but I needed to find you. I needed to make sure you were safe."
Buck kisses him on the forehead, then on the mouth, twice. "I am safe. We all are."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Either of you."
Eddie stands. "I think we all need some coffee."
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Eddie and Tommy are sitting at the table, picking at what's left of the nacho chips, while Buck has been persuaded to go take a shower.
"You seeing someone about that?" Eddie asks.
"Used to." Tommy smiles grimly. "It was... It was really bad at first, when I just came back, but it's been... Shit, it's been a year and half? two years? since the last one."
"Auditory hallucinations."
"Explosions and screaming. There were... It was an accident, they told us afterwards. Bad intel. Civilians weren't supposed to be hurt." Tommy snorts. "Bullshit liars, all of them."
"That why you left?"
"Once the tour was done, I was too. I like flying. I don't like killing." Tommy's face is ashen. He looks a decade older with exhaustion. "I like what I've built since."
"I can tell." Eddie sighs and grabs Tommy's wrist, squeezes it once to get his attention. "And before you beat yourself up about the knife, I'm gonna tell you that you had a firm grip on your knife hand." He leans in, catches Tommy's guilt-ridden gaze. "You would not have hurt him. Part of you was keeping yourself in check." He squeezes again when Tommy tries to avert his eyes. "Tommy. You wouldn't have hurt him."
"I might in the future."
"We'll tell him how to manage this, okay? Because... Because he's had to deal with me too. He gets it. He really does."
Closing his eyes, Tommy inhales, holds his breath, and exhales. "Okay."
From the bathroom, Buck calls out, "So you guys done with the heart to heart yet or do I have to stay in here any longer?"
Eddie laughs, and is relieved to see Tommy's face crinkle up in that same warm, familiar grin. We're all gonna be fine.
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I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomniaâs s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, itâs alright if you donât đ
I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!
Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!
featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!
general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \
TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.
Leona
The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.
"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"
Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.
Ruggie
"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.
Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.
"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3
Jack
He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.
He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.
With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.
You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3
Azul
He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.
But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;
"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.
He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.
He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.
Jade
The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.
"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.
He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.
But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.
He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!
Floyd
Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.
You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.
"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.
Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.
The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.
"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...
He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.
Ya'll are so silly for each other <3
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Bet on Me
Spencer Reid x Sugarbaby Reader
Spencer Reid never loses, especially when the prize is you.
Summary: Reader is a sugar baby for Reid's opponent, and he bets a night with her if he loses to Reid.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, bj, swearing ig?
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This wasn't the first time he'd done this. Granted, the Boss only did it when he was losing a lot of money and needed to sacrifice his "lucky charm." However, this was the first time he bet me and lost, to a man half his age nonetheless. I never liked being used as a gambling chip, but he lost so rarely that I didn't dwell on it too much. The man he was playing only gave us his first name, Spencer, and damn was he good. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was counting the cards. He was slightly cocky, but not in the way that the Boss's usual opponents were. He knew he was good, but he wasn't arrogant. There was an air of confidence to him, almost as if he was guaranteed to win, which was exactly what he did. I'd never seen the Boss this upset before, practically throwing a tantrum on the casino floor. But Spencer won fair and square, more specifically, he had won me.Â
Under normal circumstances, he would have bet on me as a last resort against some other equally sleazy old man. He would have won and I wouldn't have to worry about the idea of sleeping with a man who I didn't know and who had zero respect for boundaries. While the Boss wasn't exactly in his prime anymore, at least he paid me well and we had strict boundaries in place. But whenever he bet on me, I had no idea what I would be getting into. Something about Spencer being young immediately eased my nerves, especially since he was so lanky and boyish. He was probably close to my age, but you would never be able to tell because he looked like he was barely old enough to be gambling.Â
"Just go on and get it over with, doll, I'll pick you up in the morning," the Boss said irritably.Â
I made my way over to Spencer, who was the only one left sitting at the poker table. He sat quite awkwardly for a man who had just swept the entire table. All of the confidence from before had completely melted away.Â
"Well it looks like I'm yours for the night, Spencer. I'm (Y/N) by the way."Â
I leaned against the poker table, making sure to show off my best assets. If I was going to have to spend the night with him, I at least wanted to have some fun. Between my day job and being a part-time sugar baby, I didn't have the time or energy to date much. So I planned on taking full advantage of the situation. Even if I didn't end up sleeping with Spencer, there was something about him that made me want to get to know him.Â
"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)" he said, and I could tell he was avoiding my gaze. This was most likely because from where he was sitting, his line of sight was directly at my boobs.Â
"C'mon Spencer, let me buy you a drink."
"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?" he asked, looking puzzled.Â
"Looks like you need it more than I do, pretty boy." I said with a smile as I pulled him by the hand towards the bar.Â
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"I'm not a hooker by the way. Just putting that out there . . ." I said, suddenly matching Spencer's awkwardness.Â
"I figured as much," he replied before taking a sip of his drink. "You're very well dressed and your jewelry is definitely real. Which could mean you're a high-end prostitute, which isn't uncommon for Vegas, but your relationship is too close for him to just be a repeat customer. So I assumed you were either a sugar baby or a trophy wife."Â
"Wow. You got all that just by watching us?"
"It's kind of my job."Â
"You a PI or something? What kind of job allows you to pick up on all that Mr...?"Â
"Reid. And it's Dr. Reid actually. I work in the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI."
"No kidding! You? The lanky yet mysterious card counter who hasn't looked me in the eye this entire conversation, works for the FBI?"
âYes and for the record, I wasnât counting the cards. . .at least not this time,â he said with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips.Â
Feeling a little tipsy, I replied by saying "you know, around here that acronym FBI usually stands for Female-"
"Body Inspector, yes I'm familiar with the joke. I grew up getting my head dunked in the toilet by bullies wearing those cheap souvenir shirts from Circus Circus"Â
"Ah so you're a local too?"
âYes maâm, Las Vegas born and raised,â he said before taking another sip of his drink. I took the opportunity to ask him another question.Â
âSo do you have me figured out yet, pretty boy?âÂ
âWell I donât see a ring on your finger,â he said while finally looking me right in the eyes, âso that leads me to the conclusion that you are a sugar baby.âÂ
I could tell the effects of the alcohol were starting to creep to the surface because he wouldnât break eye contact with me and his body began leaning towards me when he spoke instead of away. He was less guarded and almost flirtatious, in his own adorable way.Â
âDing ding ding, you got me Dr. Reid. I, uh, work as a lab assistant during the day but being his sugar baby is helping with the crushing weight of my student debt.âÂ
âIâm sorry that you have to spend your evenings with that jerk, (Y/N). That was mostly my motivation for accepting his offer to bet on you. I hope you know I wasnât planning on taking advantage of you or anything, I just wanted to give you a night off from your boss.âÂ
My gaze softened and I tried to push away the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes.Â
âThat was the sweetest thing anyoneâs done for me in a long time, Spencer. Thank you,â I said, gently placing a hand on his thigh.Â
I saw a wave of crimson begin to appear on his cheeks and he flashed me a smile before saying, âIt was my pleasure. I donât mean to brag but I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, all of this to say Iâm pretty good at cards.â
âWow! Handsome and smart? Guess youâre not the only one who hit the jackpot tonight,â I said while raising my eyebrows, âbut I donât see a ring on your finger either, Dr. Reid. Youâre alone at a bar in Vegas with a pretty girl, so Iâm assuming you donât have anyone waiting for you back home?â I asked, suddenly very interested to know if this smart and adorably sweet man was single.
âSo youâve been profiling me too,â he said with a chuckle, âto answer your question, no I donât have a wife or a girlfriend or anything like that,â he said, almost enthusiastically. Taking that as a sign, I quickly asked,Â
âWould you want to come upstairs with me? I just feel so comfortable talking to you and technically you still have the rest of the night with me,â I said with pleading eyes.Â
âUm . . .sure!â he said with both hesitation and excitement, which Iâm assuming is because his desire is going against his better judgment as an FBI agent.Â
âYou agreed to that awfully fast for someone who works for the FBI.âÂ
âIâm not worried. Iâve been watching my drink the entire night, and Iâve been profiling you, remember?âÂ
At this point, we were both beaming at each other like a couple of idiots; I had to stop myself from yanking this manâs arm making a run for the elevator.Â
âââ
"It's nice to be with a guy who doesn't have an AARP card for once."Â
"Actually, itâs a common misconception that the service is limited to people 50 and over. You can apply for a membership once you turn 18," he rambled, causing me to giggle.Â
"You're cute," I replied, placing a hand on the inner part of his thigh. We stayed there for a moment, our eyes fixed on one another with a blush creeping up on Spencer's cheeks. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped, and I could almost swear the crotch of his pants looked tighter than before.Â
"W-we don't have to do anything you know," he said, finally breaking the silence.Â
"I know. . . " I said as I leaned in close, "but what if I want to?"Â
I took a chance and pressed my lips to his. I let them linger there to gauge his reaction before going any further, not wanting to scare the poor man away. After a few seconds, he didn't pull away and I took the quickened pace of his breathing as a sign to kiss him more. I began slowly at first and his lips followed my lead. To my surprise, he brought his hand up to tangle his fingers in my hair and I moaned into his mouth at the contact. Our kisses quickly became hungry and passionate, and there was no denying the now obvious bulge in his pants. I moved my hand from his thigh and began rubbing him over his pants. This time, he was the one who let out a groan, the sound of which motivated me to force my tongue into his mouth. He tightened his grip on my hair, but I pulled away to tend to his growing erection. He remained seated on the edge of the bed as I dropped to my knees in front of him.Â
"Y-you don't have to-" he stuttered with wide eyes.Â
"Spencer, it's okay, I want to."Â
He didn't protest further and I began to unbuckle his belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to let his cock free. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to jerk him, causing him to hiss at the contact. I teased him a little by licking the tip of his dick before I placed his entire length, or as much of him as I could fit, in my mouth.Â
"Oh my godâ he groaned, with his eyes screwed shut. I continued to bob my head up and down his cock, his hand finding that familiar place in my hair where he began to tug again. My. pace was purposefully slow, dragging out each suck to earn a moan from Spencer. It was thrilling to be in control of the situation for once. As I sped up my motions, his hands were practically ripping the strands from my head. The wetness pooling between my legs was becoming too much to ignore, so I released my grip on Spencer's cock and used his thighs to push myself back up from my spot on the floor.Â
"Spencer. . ." I whined, planting myself onto his lap, "I need you."
I took his hand and guided him to the heat between my legs. I shimmied up my dress to allow him to feel the wetness that now soaked my panties. We both let out a gasp as his fingers became slick at the touch.Â
"It's been a while since anyone's made me feel like this," I admitted. I felt safe in his presence, especially since judging by his reactions, he doesn't do this very often either.Â
âI-I donât have a-,"Â
âDonât worry, Iâm 90% sure weâre both clean and Iâm on the pill. Trust me Iâm not trying to scam you for child support or anything.âÂ
I could feel his body relax underneath me after reassuring him. I pressed my lips to his once again, our kiss more sensual and intimate than before. Seizing the rare opportunity to be on top, I had one hand on his shoulder for support and the other on his dick to line him up with my entrance. It was almost dizzying how good it felt as I finally sank down onto his length.Â
âOh god, Spencer.âÂ
I buried my face into the crook of his neck, completely overwhelmed by the few of him stretching me out. Once I was comfortable, I slowly began rocking my hips. We were a mess of breathy moans and strings of profanities escaped my lips as I began bouncing on his cock.Â
âFuck Spence, you youâre so big.âÂ
Itâs always the skinny, shy guys.
â(Y/N) you feel so good,â he grunted as he bucked his hips up in an attempt to fuck me even harder. After observing his reactions to my every move so far, I knew he wasnât going to last long. But he was fucking me so good that I couldnât bring myself to care.Â
âYes baby keep fucking me like that.âÂ
His hips continued with their relentless pace and our bodies slammed against each other again and again. It wasnât much longer until his thrusts became sloppy and he finished inside of me with one last resounding groan. We stayed that way for a while, just grateful for the intimate connection. Once we finally caught our breath, I spoke up.
âWell you still have a few hours with me Dr. Reid, what do you propose we do?â I said with a smirk.
âWe should probably go to bed, I have to catch my flight back to D.C. in the morning. . . but maybe after we do that again.âÂ
âIâm all yours Spencer.âÂ
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Not 100% confident about this one but lmk what y'all think :) thanks fro all the love so far besties
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Ralak te Sepawn ieykâitan: Special Episode VIÂ
Labor of Love - Part II
Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info
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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's insanely talented creator @zestys-stuff. Thank you so much for allowing me to play around with your characters!
Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (25) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (20) featuring Metkayina!ZuâtĂ© (29)
Warnings: zero smut, angst angst angst, mention of past trauma, expletives, pregnancy, contractions, heavily described labour, blood, mild physical violence, reader is really going through it, ralak is too but he'll be alright i promise, brother!neteyam makes a star appearance, cute family fluff, let me know if i forgot anything
Word Count: 6.5k
Requested: Yes || No
Authorâs Note: Hope you're enjoying your tour in angst town...we're almost finished. You could say we're nearing the final attraction, so continue to keep your seatbelts buckled. lol why am i like this? anyways... please don't hate me for this chapter, and i will try my best to get the next one out quicker so you guys can get some closure lool :)
Synopsis: You didn't plan for things to turn out this way. But no amount of denial can make reality go away...
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And when Ralak sees it, he almost caves in on himself. His mask of indifferenceâof intimidation, cracks. Hell, it shatters. Into thousands of pieces, scattered at his feet. Tonowariâs previous right hand. The banished. His karyu.
Time chips by at a torturous pace. You spend the first hour sitting on the beach, eating some fruit whilst watching what your brothers get up to. Neteyam, of course, is bearing most of the responsibility whilst Loâak and Tuk are taking a more easy approach to the day. Mom and dad made sure to leave them with a list of things to get done whilst theyâre awayânumber one being to keep an eye on their sisters.Â
Number one, check.Â
All that floods your mind is your mate and if heâs okay. You try to process everything heâs said but itâs all too much to wrap your head around. All too new. Your brothers arenât much help either, as they claim to be âout the loopâ as much as you are. You know it's bullshit, and probably just another thing that theyâve been ordered to keep from you so as not to âstress you outâ.Â
Regardless, itâs all you can think about.Â
Until you feel your son do a flip in your womb, big enough to make you gasp. Your hands immediately fly to your belly, feeling around to gauge his position. A pressure begins to grow against your bladder. One so intense it presses into your tailbone too. The pads of your fingers sink into the skin, tapping around as you make out a leg, then a knee. A hand to the left.Â
Is heâŠhead down? You think to yourself.Â
âEverything alright?â Neteyam asks, concern wrinkling his forehead. Â
âHm?â You look up, seeing the outline of his silhouette in front of the sun.Â
âYou okay? YouâreâŠyou look a littleââ
âOh, yeah. Everythingâs fine. Heâs moving a lot today.â You smile, catching Tuk excitedly running over in the corner of your eye.Â
âReally? Can I feel? Please?â She squeals excitedly, falling to her knees in the sand next to you.Â
âOf course, Tuk.â You smile, and place her hand on top of your stomach, right where his foot is. Only a few seconds pass by until your son gives Tuk a strong kick, making her mouth open with glee.Â
âWow! Tey, you gotta feel this!â Tuk exclaims, tugging your brother by the hand so heâs next to you too. Neteyam looks at you, unsure if youâre okay with it. You nod with a gentle smile, tugging his hand over to the other side of your stomach. His hand hovers as he hesitates for a moment, this is his first time feeling his nephew move. He gives you a final look, and gently rests his hand on your belly
A few moments pass and nothing.Â
âAww, he stopped moving.â Tuk sighs with a pout.Â
âPatience, Tuk.â You whisper, feeling him kick on cue. Her face lights up with a beaming smile and Neteyam seems to be in awe with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.Â
âWoah, y/n. Your tummyâs getting hard.â Tuk says innocently, looking at her brother to see if he feels it too.Â
âHm?â You hum, feeling a bit spaced out and achy.  Â
âIt is.â Neteyam lets go and keeps his hands to himself, feeling like heâs invading your personal space. A heat floods your back, and you feel your thighs spasm. You begin to groan, holding your breath until the strange feeling subsides. âHey. You okay?âÂ
You nod, finally release your breath, and hear Tukâs excited voice. âItâs all soft now!âÂ
âAll good.â You smile, but Neteyam doesnât seem convinced at all. âRonal says they are normal. They arenât the real thing. Mom had them with Tuk, remember?âÂ
Neteyams' features soften as he nods, prying his little sister's hands off of you. âEase up now, Tuk.âÂ
âSorry, sis.â She says quietly, ears laying flat to her head.Â
âNothing to be sorry about.â You say as you roll to your side to get up, shamelessly using Neteyam to gain some momentum. âThink itâs time for me to take a walk, though.âÂ
âYes, sure. Where are we going?â Neteyam asks, ready to accompany you anywhere.
âIâm going down to the rocks.â You emphasise on the first word, making it clear you need some alone time after being babysat all day. âI think Loâak needs some help with the net.â
Neteyam and Tuk look over to see their brother struggling with a tangled fishing net, and turn back to see that youâre already waddling down the beach.Â
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Suddenly, Ralakâs back inside of his family marui pod on his iknimaya night. Trapped. Small. Powerless. Cornered by a person he once looked up to. A person he trusted. Manipulated by her heatâ her pheromones. A crime punishable by banishment. Forced to give, forced to receive. A betrayal heâll never forget. A face he swore to himself that he would never see again.Â
No wonder they âdemandedâ his presence.
Tonowari and Ronal lose their colour when their eyes land on her. Itâs been so many years. They quickly look over to Ralak, who is seemingly falling to pieces where he stands. The expression on his face is no short of pure shock and⊠terror. Truthfully, the last time theyâd seen such an expression on his face was the deaths of his parents and spirit brother. Jake and Neytiri arenât aware of whatâs going on, but they know it must be serious for Ralak to be soâŠexpressive.Â
They can even see his shoulders heave from how hard heâs breathing, and how his face of terror quickly morphs into something of fury. Tonowari notices the way he tightens his grip on his weapon, and his eyes as they gloss over red with rage. It takes a lot to make this man blind with anger. Tonowari knows if he doesn't step in now that this could turn sour in the blink of an eye.Â
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Two.
Releasing a shaky exhale, you begin your walk back to your siblings. That was the second âpracticeâ contraction youâve had since starting your walk, and your third since coming here with your brothers. Your waddle is becoming more sluggish with each step and the fire in your back is beginning to burn hotter rather than fade out.Â
âNot now, little one.â You whisper as you caress your bump. ââŠplease.âÂ
Weariness sets in as you make it halfway back, making you perch on your knees to take a break. The fire spreads from your back to your thighs, and up your stomach. You brace yourself for the tight feeling, holding your breath in the base of your chest. You grumble a little, swaying side to side until it passes, which thankfully doesnât take more than a few seconds.Â
Three.
Finally making it back to the beach, you see Neteyam and Loâak hauling a few sacks on their backs, with Tuk skipping behind them. You overhear Loâak trying to convince Neteyam to let him be with the other warriors, and Neteyam reminding him of your parents orders. They stop mid sentence when they hear your heavy, muffled footsteps, taking one look at you and knowing that something isnât right. Loâak in particular, to your surprise.Â
âDamn. You look exhausted.â Loâak says, earning a jab in the rib by Neteyams elbow. âWhat? She looks like sheâs about to pass out.âÂ
âYou canât say that to a pregnant woman, skxawng [idiot].â Neteyam hisses.
âItâs fine. Heâs not wrong.â You say, tail dragging low and heavy behind you. Ralak still clouds your mind, and youâre eager to know if heâs back yet. âI want to go home now. I really need to lie down.âÂ
Neteyam just nods, understanding that something deeper is going on. âI will take you.âÂ
âI got it, bro.â Loâak interjects, plunking the sack off his back and onto the ground. Â
âStay with Tuk.â Neteyam orders, clicking for his skimwing.Â
âWhy donât you stay with Tuk?â Loâak snaps back.Â
âGuys. Please?â You sigh, waddling towards the winged beast, throwing a leg over its tough back. âIâll see you tomorrow. Come âteyam.â Neteyam smirks, making the bond with the beast and mounting it in one swift move.Â
As you arrive at your marui, you see ZuâtĂ© at the outside fire pit, concentrating on not burning yet another type of meat-on-a-stick. Hearing your arrival, ZuâtĂ© turns and acknowledges your presence. He puts down the sizzling meat on a leaf, allowing the fire to continue to burn as he begins to make his way over to collect you. Neteyam and him exchange glances and silent greetings, and suddenly the air is thick.Â
âRightâŠIâm going up. Thank you, tey. See you.â You say out of breath, giving him a quick hug.
âLet meââ Neteyam begins.
âNo, Iâm okay.â You cut off your brother, hualing yourself off the tsurak.Â
âRight. KĂŹyevame [see you again soon]. If you need me, send your watchdog.â He speaks clearly, holding you by the wrist to steady you as you get off.Â
âI will, tey.â You chuckle lightly and make your way to the marui. Neteyam waits patiently, making sure you get in safely.Â
ZuâtĂ© is only half way there when you reach the bottom step, already offering his arm for the stairs. You sigh and shake your head, hurriedly climbing the stairs as fast as your swollen ankles will allow it. For some reason, his gesture really annoys you. Your mood is off and you feel queasy and achyâlike your entire body is throbbing.Â
All you want is for everyone around you to stop babying you, and let you be alone for the rest of the day.Â
âI got it.â Your voice strains as you wobble ahead, leaving ZuâtĂ© and your brother behind. Neteyam remains silent for some time, locking eyes with ZuâtĂ©.Â
âKeep a close eye.â Neteyam signs with disquiet wrinkling his forehead. ZuâtĂ© gives him a puzzled look at first, but slowly nods when he successfully deciphers the message. Neteyam nods as well and dives underwater.Â
By the time ZuâtĂ© gets to the bottom step, youâre already at the top, clutching onto the railing as you lean forward in pain. You couldnât even make it into the pod without another hitting you so soon. You take a few deep breaths rather than holding it in, waiting until the tight feeling subsides.Â
Four.
ZuâtĂ© darts up the stairs to your side, offering a hand in support only to be swatted away. âWhat is it?â
âIt is nothing.â You catch your breath and insist that it was nothingâbecause it was nothing, right?
His brows furrow in disbelief, a look of concern washing over his face. ZuâtĂ© allows his eyes to fall to your bulging, veiny belly for the first time, taking in the sight. âYou were in pain.â
âIâm fine.â Youâre short with him, stony eyes staring into his.
âSomeone once told me no good comes from pretending that things donât hurt.âÂ
âWell nothingâs happening until my husband is back. Okay?â You try to remain nonchalant, to believe your own words.Â
He simply stares down at you for a bit, analysing your facial expression. Despite your stone cold facade, he can easily see the fear etched into your features. Fear that this baby may come before Ralaks return and that if you allow yourself to accept reality, then it may really come true. He glances down at your hand still stuck to the side of your stomach and swallows, looking back up to you.Â
âUnderstood.âÂ
âRight. Now...â You huff, contemplating if you should say what you want to say. You feel like telling him to back offâto give you some space. But heâs obviously just making sure youâre okay. â...I need to lie down. Just, keep an eye out forââÂ
âMy brother? Sure. Rest well.âÂ
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âAyâana.âÂ
The Oloâeyktan lets out a lengthy growl, earning a look from the traitor herself.Â
âWaari.â She sings with a grin, shifting her leer to his mate behind him. âRonal.â Her eyes fall to her swollen belly, âYou are expectingâŠagain.âÂ
It wasnât a, âcongratulationsâ either, no. But rather a âI see that you are the most vulnerable.â
Ronal scowls, hissing through her teeth. Tonowari steps in front of his mate, blocking her from Ayâanaâs view.Â
It was one thing to commit kawngkem [a crime; evil deed] and be banished for it, but itâs another to seek uturu with the enemy. She is no longer considered to be among the âbanishedâ, but is now the âenemyâ.Â
Ayâana looks behind Tonowari, not at Ronal, but at the two deeper skinned, slender naâvis. She scoffs, the corner of her mouth pulling into an evil smirk, revealing her sharpened teeth. Tonowaris eyes widen when he sees that sheâs completely adapted to this vile peoplesâ ways by putting a file to her teeth. Her eyes flick past them to the last person, the most important.Â
âRalak.â She slowly moans his name as she peers up at him with sultry eyes, allowing her tongue to glaze over her canines. âSuch a pleasure.â Ralak winces, chest heaving violently as it fills with repulsion and loathing. âAh. I remember you being quiet, but not this quiet. Nothing to say to your karyu?â
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A couple hours have passed and the pain is enough to disrupt your rest. The sunlight dulls with each passing minute, casting a familiar orange hue into the marui. It comes in waves, rippling through you like a bolt of lightning striking the tallest tree in the forest. Making it hard to tell yourself that things are okayâmaking it hard to keep things quiet.Â
âAgh!â You groan suddenly, feeling another jolt of electricity shoot up your spine. It stops you in your tracks, the tracks youâve been burning into the floor with your constant, nervous pacing. You quiet down into a whisper, â...please wait for your sempu [daddy], my child.âÂ
âYouâuhm.â You hear ZuâtĂ© clear his throat at the door, projecting his voice so that you can hear him through the curtain, âYou alright in there?â
âMmnâyes! Fine.â You grate out, making your way back to the bed to lie down. Your feet are so sore.
âHungry?â He asks, food in hand in the case you were.Â
ââm not.â You try to speak up, but youâre still in the height of the contraction.Â
He grits his teeth, leaning into the frame of the marui door. âI didnât burn it this time.âÂ
You wish you could laugh, but you canât even muster up the strength to raise your voice.
ZuâtĂ© lingers at the door quietly, knowing plain as day that you werenât okay. â...what about water?âÂ
âNo...Iâve got.â You say at a normal volume, finally released from the constraints of your pain.Â
You begin closing your eyes in hopes that sleep may find you, even if it's just for a few minutes. ZuâtĂ© remains at the door for a moment longer, feeling so helpless and useless. He sinks back to the floor, putting down the meat and picking up a new, special piece to weave.Â
Weaving passed the time, distracting him from the tiny sounds that managed to escape your mouth.Â
Until night fell, and those tiny sounds morphed into deep, lengthy groans and high pitched wails.Â
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âLet us begin.â Tonowari speaks over Ayâana, averting all attention back to their leader, another female that goes by the name of âVarangâ.Â
Sheâs almost grey in colour, embellished with a red headpiece that resembles something of an ikrans wings. Her eyes narrow as she looks straight at Tonowari, standing close to his height.Â
âLet us.â She hisses with a smile, leading Tonowari to a smaller, private room sectioned by a leather curtain. She motions to Ayâana to accompany her, leaving the rest of her men to stay with the others. Tonowari lets out a soft grunt, and grits his teeth. He knows he must choose, but his mate is heavy with child and Jake has no interest in leaving his mate in such a place alone. Therefore, he must choose his right handâRalak. He motions with a quick tilt of his head, prompting Ralak to clutch his weapon close to his chest and follow closely behind.Â
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âY/n.â ZuâtĂ©âs at the curtain again, half considering to pull it back and come in on his own terms. But he would never invade your privacy like that. And by the sounds of it, things are picking up. âDo you need the healer?â
âNo!â You shout out of breath, wobbling to the door with a hand clutching your stomach. You lean all your weight against the wall, knowing heâs on the other side waiting. âNo healer.âÂ
Youâre drenched in sweat, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. He hears your back slide against the surface, and he mirrors your movements, sitting on the floor too. Only a wall sits between your backs, separating you two.Â
âYouâre in labour.â ZuâtĂ© speaks, his poor attempt at urging you to face reality.
You know that. Of course you know that. But you donât want it to be trueâyou didnât expect it to happen this wayâyou didnt want it to happen this way. You take a few deep breaths, concentrating on breathing through the remainder of this horrible feeling. And when itâs finally over, you rest your head against the wall and close your eyesâleaving silence to fill the air.Â
Where are you, Ralak?Â
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The room is much smaller than the one they were in, equipped with some sort of table or workbench with a few spears and bows mounted on the wall. Ralak stands quietly behind Tonowari, as does Ayâana to Varang.Â
As they negotiate the terms of the treaty, Ayâana keeps her eyes locked onto Ralak with a smug look on her face. Her hungry eyes wander, shamelessly taking in every inch of the man before her, surprised by how much he has changed. Heâs much bigger, more filled out in his warrior attire. His musclesâmore defined, thicker. His skinâcalloused and scarred. Inked, unlike before.
And as her eyes trail down the line between his abs they lay upon the six stripes that peak out over the band of his loincloth. Her eyes widen and glisten with greed before darting back up to his face, meeting his eyes that bore into her fearlessly.Â
Whatâs worse is that she can see that his mind is elsewhere.Â
That his mind runs on you. Youâre all heâs been thinking about since he stepped off the reef. He feels deep in his heart that something isnât right back home. That you need him. That perhaps, youâre calling for him right now, swollen and heavy with his child.Â
And it bothers her.Â
âIt is decided, then.â Tonowari speaks in a confident tone.
âYes, it is.â Varangâs smile is uncanny as she unsheaths a small, double edged knife from her hip.Â
She grabs Tonowari by the hand, placing the blade in the middle of his palm, and closes his fingers around it. She rips it from his hand, drawing blood, and then hands Tonowari the knife and gives him her hand. He returns the unsettling act, slitting her palm. She keeps a smile on her face, locking hands with him until their blood combines and drips to their feet.Â
Supposedly, it is a method of establishing some level of trust between the two. Where each has the ability to do much greater harm, but makes the deliberate choice not to. Then, when blood has been drawn, it is mixed by bringing the hands together, sealing the treaty.Â
âBound by blood.â Varang whispers, letting go of his hand to bring hers to her mouth for a taste.Â
She sighs and smiles, popping a thumb in her mouth before gesturing to him that they leave. Tonowari fights the flinch on his face, disturbed by her behaviour. Ayâana stays back, watching the two leaders exit the room. But as Ralak is about to leave behind Tonowari, Ayâana calls for him.Â
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Another couple agonising hours pass, and youâre constantly changing positions in hopes of finding some relief. Desperation sets in, making you beg the great mother herself to guide you through this. To bring your mate back home. But thereâs still no sign of his return. The night dew settles on all the surfaces around you. Pacing no longer helps, leaving you to take refuge in your bed, panting and shivering.Â
No matter how much you twist and turn, your stomach only tightens more. Deep groans rip past your lips to cope with the feelingâthe pain shooting through your core. Beads of sweat roll off your body at an alarming rate, soaking the sheets on your bed. You feel him move further down, his head now sitting plush in your pelvis, creating an immense pressure thatâs almost unbearable. His feet press into your ribs, and with each strained breath you begin to yearn for your mate more and more. For his comforting touch. For the bond. Â
âRalakâŠâÂ
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âRalak.â She sings, making him stop dead in his tracks. âA word.âÂ
His ears tuck back and he looks at Tonowari, who gives him a begrudged nod. Ralak sighs and turns around, fixing his mask of indifference tightly to his face. He remains silent, his hand practically bonded to his spear.Â
âStill tight lipped, hm? Come now, tak. That is no way to treat your karyu.â She speaks in a condescending tone, approaching him warily.Â
Ralak nearly takes the bait, a heat growing in his chest so hot it makes his jaw tense. How dare she call herself that? To taint such a word? He swallows, taking a single, deep breath to recenter himself as he looks away from her.Â
âI have to admit.â She steps towards him, the crown of her head meeting the bow of his shoulder. âYou have grown into a fine man. You are taller than me now.â Â
Ralak just looks down at her, still as stone, his mind consumed with the fact that he could be on his way home to you but thisâŠvile creature is keeping him away. But he will do what he needs to keep you safe, even if it means to tolerate this for the time being.Â
With no reaction, Ayâana grows frustrated and begins circling him, a single finger tracing around his body.Â
âYou knowâŠMy body still yearns for you.â She speaks with a sultry voice, stopping at his side and bringing herself to the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, â...especially when Iâm in heat.â
For a second, Ralak succumbs to her tactics, the ones she used to use on him years ago. A memory, forcibly resurfaced, reminding him of the way she whispered in his ear on that night. It makes him feel so small. Impotent. But only for a second. Ralak recoils, stepping back to create distance between them. He towers over her, dwarfing this small, lanky woman, regaining his confidence and power.Â
âIs that all?â He growls, looking her dead in the eyeâfacing his past with no fear.Â
Facing the reason why he lived in a bottle before he met you. You. You. He can feel you. He can feel you yearn for him and heâs ready to come home to you. For this to be over.Â
Heâs too focused on you to even notice Ayâanaâs face of shock. Shock to know that sheâs been releasing her pheromones this entire time and heâs been completely oblivious to them. Which only means one thing.Â
âYouâre mated.â She gasps.Â
And heâs back.Â
Staring at a mirror now that he is, too, in a state of shock. Ralakâs heart leaps out his chest, beating so hard that Ayâana can hear it. How could she know that? He watches as a grin spreads across her face, ear to ear. She knows sheâs got him now, despite the jealousy bubbling inside her. She could use this to her advantageâit didnât matter to her that heâs called for, after all.Â
âUsing tsaheylu for such useless things.â She bellows a wicked laugh, which fades out when she sees an even more serious look on his face. A look that tells her heâs trying to mask something more, something deeper. âOh? Is there more to it?â The twitch of his brows and quick flare to his nostrils reveals the truth. âI have to know. What is it, hm?â She nears him once more, two fingers walking up his chest. âCome now, you were never this hard to read.âÂ
Ralak remains silent, focusing on slowing his heart rate.Â
âIs she ill?â She asks as she searches his eyes, fingers grazing across his quivering jawbone. âNo, no. Itâs not that.â She sighs, stepping closer and closer until his back hits the wall. He moves his head away from her touch, still looking her in the eyeârefusing to be the first to break eye contact. Her eyes light up and her ears stand tall.
âShe carries your child, doesnât she?â Her eyes gloss over green with envy. âPregnant.â
Ralak swallows his spit, the lump in the column of his throat quickly undulating.Â
âThere it is. I knew you would make strong babies.â Her hand slips down his chest, slithering over his abs and down to the twine of his loincloth, causing him to jolt. âRalak.â She moans his name slowly, âOh, Ralak. The last I see of you, you were barely covered in this vile ink with no one at your sideâŠand now you are mated and a father to be.â Her fingers tickle the raised skin on his most intimate tattoo. âI have always longed to be bred by you.â Her fingers attempt to burrow themselves under the band of his loincloth.
âEnough.â He lets out a deep growl, shoving her away, dropping his weapon in doing so. She loses and quickly regains her balance in a few seconds, throwing herself on him. He grabs her by the wrists, restraining her with ease so that she canât come any closer to him.Â
âPerhaps we need to renegotiate the terms so that you are a part of them, yes?â Her voice is full of desperation, trembling as she strains against him. âHow does that sound numeyu? You know we have a population problem, right? We could all use you.â
âI have no interest in being your stud.â Ralak spits, forcefully shoving her away, causing her to stumble back and for her head to hit the table.Â
He moves quickly, picking up his spear off the ground and heading for the door. She lunges at him, dagger unsheathed from her hip and armed in her hand, whilst her other arm snakes around his throat to pull him onto the ground.Â
During the struggle, Ralak drags her off his back, resulting in a nasty gash from his collarbone and down his shoulder blade. He hisses from the burn, instantly assuming an offensive stance to plunge his spear through. Ayâana returns the hiss, crouching with her bloodied dagger ready to strike. Â
âI will kill you.â Ralak threatens, nearing the pointed tip closer and closer to her chest. âAnd I will take great joy in doing so.â Â
âIs that right?â Ayâana hisses, tail wagging in excitement with unsettling smile spread across her face. She looks as if sheâs toying with him. As if sheâs playing a game and sheâs winning. âLet me have a taste of you.âÂ
âNĂŹtam! [Enough!]â Tonowari roars as he yanks back the curtain, instantly averting Ayâanaâs attention to him. Perhaps it was her roots calling her to respond to her true leader. Varang appears beside him with a scowl stained on her face, displeased with her subordinate. One more move and the treaty wouldâve already been broken.Â
âEasy, Tak.â Tonowari murmurs, and Ralak relaxes into position next to him, blood trickling down his chest and back.Â
âCome with me.â Varang snarls at Ayâana, seizing her by the queue.
âNight has fallen. We will take our leave.â Tonowari speaks roughly, trying his hardest to contain his anger as he rests a careful hand resting on Ralakâleading him out the room.
âIn another ten years, Oloâeyktan.â
Tonowari grunts as he and the rest push past the swarming ash people. As soon as theyâre far enough, he stops Ralak and has Ronal safely look at his wound. Itâs weeping and open, prone to a nasty infection if not dressed immediately. She unclasps her medicine pouch from her hip, and retrieves a small bottle of iridescent liquid, a viscous concoction of herbs, and a needle and thread.
âCome, son.â Tonowari speaks softly, ripping the cork from the small bottle with his back teeth and spitting it on the ground. âThat vonvĂ€â.â
Ralak sits on the nearest rock, elbows propped on his knees and head hung low to hide his face. Jake and Neytiri observe in silence, cringing as Tonowari douses the gash with the liquid as Ronal prepares the needle and thread.Â
Ralak groans, biting down tooth on tooth.Â
Tonowari leaves a little left in the bottle, offering it to Ralak who is visibly trying to keep it together. He plucks the bottle from Tonowariâs hand and knocks it back, puffing out a sigh.Â
âKeep still.â Ronal orders, driving the wooden needle through his skin.Â
Ralak grumbles, letting his head hang between his knees and his hair fall forward. At this point Neytiri looks away, but Jake canât. His eyes are plastered to the scene unfolding before him as he recognizes his son-in-lawâs strength and perseverance.Â
âThat should hold until we are back.â She declares, gathering her supplies and stuffing them back into her pouch.Â
âIrayo [thank you], Ronal.â
âYouâre strong, boy.â Jake mumbles, patting Ralaks back as he gets up. âAnyone care to explain what the hell happened back there?âÂ
Ralak just shakes his head, leaving Tonowari to speak for him. âI will explain on the way back. You all have someone waiting for you.â
Ralakâs ears spring up at the thought of you, giving him a burst of energy to spring to his feet, gather his gear and lead the trek himself. The women walk behind him, concerned about his wound. Tonowari and Jake are left at the back, sharing a look before they begin their journey.Â
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âFuck. Fuck.â You pant, looking down at your trembling hands that sink into the bed through double vision. You sway from side to side, trying to take steady, deep breaths, but the pressure between your legs is starting to make you panic. The possibility that you may have to do this alone is quickly becoming a reality.Â
ZuâtĂ© is the one doing the pacing now, unable to sit still in his spot for much longer. He has long abandoned his woven pieces, burning lines into the patio floor as he walks back and forth outsideâconflicted on his next move.Â
He doesnât want to go against your wishes and call a healer without you requesting it. But he must keep his word to Ralakâto keep you safeâwhich means calling for a healer. He chews on the toughened skin on his thumb, listening to your continuous whimpers and whines. By the sounds of it, youâre in active labour now, ready to give birth at any moment.Â
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A few hours have passed since they started the trek back home. Everyone has fallen into new positions that work for them. Ralak, eager to be at his pregnant mateâs side, leads the pack, clearing the path for the others. Jake and Neytiri stay not too far behind him, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. Tonowari and Ronal are far at the back, linked together as she trudges on despite her extreme weariness.
âLet us take another break.â Tonowari speaks quietly to his mate, hand on her stomach. They share a look, speaking to one another with their eyes. She doesnât want to hold up the group much more than she already has.Â
âNo. We are almost thereâugh!â Ronal lets out a sudden groan, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.Â
Everyone stops dead in their tracks, turning around with wide eyes. Tonowari supports her, and carefully walks her over to a nearby fallen log, lowering her down onto it. She takes a few deep breaths as Neytiri and Jake rush over to her.Â
âIs it time?â Neytiri asks, crouching down next to her. Ronal nods once, completely in tune with her body and aware of exactly whatâs happening.
Which is why she insisted they continue, or else she wonât make it back in time. Ralak watches at a distance, his face contorting with sheer worry. No, borderline distress. He looks almost mortified, but not for the reasons that one may think. They all know why, it's obvious. If Ronal is in labour,
âŠthat means you probably are too. Â
âGo ahead.â Ronal pants, beads beginning to form at her temple.Â
But Ralak doesnât move. He canât move. Heâs at conflict with himself. An internal battle of knowing that he should stay and help, even though he really wants to goâneeds to go.Â
âWe got it, son. Go to her.â Jake huffs as he helps Tonowari lift Ronal to carry her. âGo on!â He shouts, prompting Ralak to look to his father figure for approval, to which he meets him with a quick nod before averting his attention back to his labouring mate. And with Neytiriâs soft smile of reassurance, Ralak takes a few steps back before turning his heel and booking it home.Â
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âHaahâŠholy fuckâholy fuck.â You moan, feeling another contraction start up and the pressure between your legs intensify.Â
This one has you on your hands and knees, clutching the bed head so hard your nails dig into the wood. Itâs undeniable now. This baby is coming whether you like it or not. And as the contraction reaches its peak, you scream.Â
âZuâtĂ©!â It pains you to cry out for his name and not your mates. Hearing your callâyour permission to enterâhe finally bursts through the door and rushes to your side.Â
âIâm here, Iâm here.â Heâs out of breath and on edge.
âI thinkâoh godâI think the babyâs coming!â You cry out, swooping your hand between your legs to try and feel whatâs happening.Â
âShit. Like now? Like right now?â ZuâtĂ© panics as he watches you, hands hovering around you, unsure of what to do.Â
âI d-donât know! IâI donâtâI want Ralak! Fuck, fuck. I want lak!â You cry out in sheer agony. âI want my mate. I-I need him!âÂ
âY/n. Eywa.â Desperation is potent in his voice now.Â
The fact that youâre calling out for his brother means the time has come and he feels like a fool to have let this get this far without stepping in. He swallows and takes a breath to calm down, just as your contraction ends and leaves you sobbing on your knees.Â
âIâm getting the healer.â He says firmly, turning his heel to leave but you grab his wrist before he can walk away.Â
âNo! Donât leaveâŠPlease donât leave me alone.â You beg, fear glossing over your eyes until it spills onto your cheeks once more. He looks at you with furrowed brows, lamenting for you. Now heâs really conflicted, because this meansâŠitâs him or no one.Â
âAh, shit. Shit. Uhm.â He rakes his fingers through his scalp, thinking about his next move. Heâs seriously considering going regardless, able to see the situation for what it is.
âPlease, ZuâtĂ©.â You plead weakly, slowly lowering yourself onto your behind and off your knees, leaning back into the bedhead.Â
âOkay, okay.â He nods and you let go of his wrist, immediately using your hand to support your stomach. You let your eyes close, theyâre swollen and heavy. âUhâright, right.âÂ
For some reason he canât stop repeating himself twice. Perhaps itâs his way of keeping grounded. He heads straight for the bucket of water and rag to bring it over to you. He dips the rag into the water, and wrings it out. You barely open your eyes at the sound of the bucket making contact with the floor, and see that heâs nearing you with a damp cloth and raised brows. Heâs waiting for your go ahead.Â
âYes.â Your voice is hoarse and trembling.Â
ZuâtĂ© begins to wipe away the sweat thatâs dripping in your eyes, your forehead, neck and chest. Dipping the rag back into the water, he wrings it out once more and wipes down your shoulders and arms. You canât help but sit there and close your eyes, allowing him to do it all, exhausted.
Feeling something press against your lips, you open your eyes in a daze. ZuâtĂ© holds a cup of water to your mouth, and you drink ardently, gasping for air and closing your eyes when itâs emptied. Sleep calls to you, taking you as you barely manage to mutter out a weak, â...thank you.âÂ
ZuâtĂ© calculates another five minutes before your next contraction, giving him enough time to fetch a fresh pail of waterâsomething absolutely necessary for the birth. He leaves you sat up against the bedhead, rag on your forehead as you sleep. But not even three minutes go by before he hears your languid moan.Â
Abandoning the bucket, he rushes back into the marui, finding you standing and holding onto the marui stilt with one hand as the other tugs at the strap of your top. Seeing you try to undress has him stopping in his tracks and turning his head to look away.Â
âY/nââ
âUghhaaââ You grunt, untethering the knot of your top. Your body is trying to get comfortable for the birth of your son now, and these pieces of cloth feel suffocating. âGet out!â
With that, ZuâtĂ© turns and retreats back to the patio, hands on his head as he begins to make his plan. If he flew on his skimwing, he could make it to the village and back with a healer in about ten minutes. But would that be enough time? What if you didnât have ten minutes? Your pained groan turns into a howl and it makes his ears twitch.Â
By the sound of that, you might not even have five minutes.Â
âCome on, baby brother. Donât make me do this. Please. Donât make me go back in there. Oh shitâIâm going to have to go back in there, arenât I? Eywa. Eywa. OkayâItâs okay. I can do this. Childbirth. Itâs just childbirth. Right? Right.âÂ
ZuâtĂ© tries to convince himself that heâs capable of this despite this not being what he signed up for.Â
âOkay, Toto. Just do it. Go in there.â ZuâtĂ© sounds breathless as he speaks to himself, turning around to face the door. He hears your whimper and his jaw tightens. âShit. Okay. Right.â
Just as he raises his hand to pull back the curtain, he hears a winded voice.Â
âBrother.â
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LMK Wukong x Reader who is wearing peach-scented perfume and peach-flavored lip balm??? đđđ
Sun Wukong x Reader: Sweetest Temptations
A/n: Literally loved this idea anon! I hope this wasn't too short!
Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive, Gender Neutral Reader
Sun Wukong was a very affectionate partner, he adored cuddling with you, holding your hand and of course getting spoiled by your kisses. Being his partner meant getting to know most of his antics and favorite things, the thing that stood out to you was his love for peaches. You could be running a quick snack run with him and you swear he always chooses something peach flavored, drinks, chips, candy etc. Heck one of his nicknames for you was Peaches!
Making this observation, you had decided to purchase a peach scented perfume and peach lip balm, just trying to see how he'd react. Now Wukong was wholeheartedly in love with you, he was enamored by your scent, your smile, your laugh and just about everything about you. Except for one day he noticed the change in your scent. At first he brushed it off, you were always so sweet of course you'd smell sweeter, but as time went on that smell wouldn't go away. It was becoming overwhelming, too intoxicating and unbearable for him, yet it was so familiar, the way it mixed with your natural scent was driving him mad.
You were currently over at his place, lazing around on his couch, just wanting to spend some time with him. He eventually walked up to where you were on the couch, he had this adorable pout on his lips as he glarred at you, like if he was inspecting a crime scene.
"Um, do you need something?" You questioned with a nervous smile, you were already backtracking if you had done something to upset him. He crossed his arms over his chest before he answered.
"Yes, I need answers. You changed something about you and I can't figure out what." You only raised a brow before patting the open space next to you on the couch.
"Then can you explain what it is while we cuddle? I didn't want to be lonely here with all this room." It didn't take long for him to give in and plop himself next to you, swiftly arranging himself against you. As he got closer he could feel that intoxicating scent practically drown his other senses as you held him close. He briefly moved around in your hold, letting his head rest between the nape of your neck. He took a deep breath, he could practically taste you, but still couldn't figure out that delicate sweetness he smelled on you.
"Damn Peaches, why do you smell so delicious?" He practically groaned out as he cuddled into your side, wrapping his tail around you, giving your waist a small squeeze.
"Oh? Did you finally notice? It's a peach scented perfume, I thought it would be nice to wear around. It's a comforting smell." That was it!? How had he not noticed before? He took another inhale and it was pure bliss. He didn't expect you go out of your way to do this for him, it couldn't have been a coincidence either, peaches were his favorite afterall.
"Aw, Peaches did you really do this for me? Why's that all of a sudden? Needed more of me?" He asked with a cheeky grin, practically looming over you. Your face felt hot with embarrassment as you chuckled softly.
"Maybe I did, but it took you a while to notice! I was just about to give up wearing it altogether." He laughed before leaning down and giving you a sweet kiss. Wait a minute. It felt- no, it tasted sweeter. As his lips parted from yours he quickly pressed them against you with more fervor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. His tongue swiped your bottom lip experimentally before it finally hit him, your lips also tasted like peaches.
"Peaches, were you also wearing that this whole time?" He asked between breaths as he gazed down at you. You only nodded with a cheeky smile. Oh lord, did he ever regret not kissing you sooner, no wonder your lips looked so plump and pretty. He quickly leaned down, sending a barrage of heated kisses against your lips, the ones he knows that take your breath away. The ones that make your legs weak and leave you yearning for more. Your soft lips against his, your delectable scent, it was all clouding his mind in a heavy haze. He just couldn't get enough of you and that sweet flavor. His favorite flavor. He abruptly stopped his attack of kisses to see your dazed expression, smirking in pride.
"You just had to be this tempting, huh Peaches? But tell me, can you handle the tempted?"
Lets say that after that day you were more than encouraged to wear your perfume and lip balm.
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âč SEMI-CHARMED LIFE
SHE COMES 'ROUND AND SHE GOES DOWN ON ME AND I MAKE HER SMILE LIKE A DRUG FOR YOU!
wc: 6.4k
cw: sigma x dazai x gn(they/them)+afab!reader, post-canon/canon divergent, language, some plot, explicit sexual contentâMINORS DO NOT INTERACT, threesome, coaching/guiding, fingering, handjobs, cunnilingus, nipple play, penetration, double penetration, double creampie, spit, teasing, dirty talk, so much kissing, praise, communication, squirting, soft sex, rough sex, hints of fluff and angst, soft dazai, a little bit of mean dazai, switch leaning soft dom!dazai, switch leaning sub!+virgin!sigma, switch!reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, slut, whoreâlast two used very affectionately), use of cunt/pussy referring to readerâs anatomy, gambling/strip poker, alcohol+slight dubcon on account of that but otherwise all parties are happily consenting prior, references to pm!reader (and ada!sigma if you squint) but itâs not super relevant, some spoilers for vampire infection outbreak arc/prison break, god will judge me when iâm dead
reid: i have limited knowledge of texas holdem and a huge boner for sigzai. thatâs all enjoy
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âSon of a bitch.â
You sigh and lift your martini to your lips again. It should be too late for a martini, but Sigma's living quarters in the casino is outfitted with a less-than-modest liquor cabinet and while he didn't strike you as much of a drinker himself at firstânot while he was on the job, anywayâhe could bartend like you wouldnât have believed had you never seen him do it. Vodka martini, no olive, please.
He had transferred it from his hand to yours with a soft smile that echoed his customer service face; however, he was significantly and refreshingly off the clock, so he addressed you playfully, â007,â as he did and laughed a little as he settled back onto the bed, cross-legged in a triangle made up of you, him, and Dazai.
But that was hours ago. The martini you sip now is your third, and Dazai had graciously made himself at home enough to messily pour up shots between poker games, so itâs safe to say youâre at least a little drunk. Sigma had been looking on in quiet irritation at him spilling remnants of expensive alcohol all over the expensive snakewood. The casino manager couldnât seem to help but be disarmed by the detective every time he turned around, though, face beneath his messy brown hair alight with intoxication and beaming as he distributed yet another over-poured ounce of sake to both of you still on the duvet. You all drank, poker commenced, money was won and lost.
But that was just the first game. Thereâs higher stakes this time around.
âI have to fold.â You curse at your shitty hand once more and glance to Dazai, whoâs flicking all of his little plastic chips toward the pot.
Of course it was Dazai whoâd suggested the stipulations for this game, and of course itâs Dazai who is now letting the words âIâm all inâ roll off his tongue while he looks charmingly bored and tipsy.
A few games would not be enough to figure out Dazaiâs tells. In fact, a few hundred games would probably not be enough to learn to read him. If it wasnât evident enough already from his excitement about the idea that he was unconcerned about his chances of being the one with the most clothing left on, itâs certainly evident in the way heâs relaxed now, his fist propping him up by his cheekbone. He peeks at his cards again from where he lounges on his side before he looks up to Sigma with bright eyes and a grin, quiet with mischief.
Sigma could go either way, it seems, from the way his tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he idles with an unruly stack of chips. Heâs far more expressive, but this is his livelihood; it showed when he faked Dazai out of a 30,000 yen pot last game. Still, this time, this showdown, he pushes the rest of his pile into the center. All in.
The detective flips his cards, pinched between his middle and index finger. Straight flush.
Sigma clicks his tongue and whips his cards down onto the duvet. Straight.
âHah!â Dazai kicks his feet like a child before sitting up to hoard the large pile. âYou both know the rules,â he sings, copying Sigmaâs posture as he grabs handfuls of his newly-won chips and lets them rain down over his head. A couple fall into his empty whisky glass.
You and Sigma look briefly at one other before both holding your drinks out for the conniving bastard in front of you to hold, which he does. Thereâs no agreed-upon piece with which you would begin to undress, so, like any sane person, you reach for your socks.
âMh-mm,â Dazai hums his dissent through a sip of your martini. âI wanna change one rule. Losers have to undress each other.â
You roll your eyes. âItâs socks, Osamu.â
âPrecedent,â he claims with a shrug, switching to take a sip of Sigmaâs French 75.
So you and Sigma commence removing each otherâs socks in a way that particularly lacks even a little sexiness, but when Dazai starts giggling, you both do, too. You ball Sigmaâs socks up and toss them at Dazaiâs head, which he dodges and swats back at Sigma. Sigma chucks your own socks at you in return for the indirect fire.
âHey!â you bite jokingly through your teeth, discarding your socks off the little island of a bed that you exist on right now with these two men, and a moment of reflection strikes you as Dazai buries his face in his hands and Sigma almost tips backwards as they both laugh.
It started months ago in Meursault when you tumbled into the block where Gogol was challenging Dazai and Fyodor to his game after freeing them from the Infinite Dice Room. You, as a low-profile, high-priority Port Mafia affiliate aligned closely with the gravity user Chuuya Nakahara, had followed him into the prison as reinforcement; how Gogol and Dostoevsky were even aware of your existence then, you still arenât sure. But you ended up there, watching Dazai and Fyodor shoot up lethal poison before dispersing to make their escape. You originally stayed with Nikolai to watch it unfold, but scampered off at some point when Chuuya appeared in danger of drowning. Your ultimate goal had been to help the Detective Agency and by proxy Dazai, but youâd be damned if you stood by while your executive was in a dire situation. It all turned out well, except for Sigmaâs prolonged comatose state immediately after the prison break and everything that followed. But all that wasnât importantânot to right now, anyway.
What sticks in your mind and resurfaces now was the way you had watched on the monitor as Dazaiâa former associate of yours, to say the leastâparaded Sigma through the halls of the prison, teasing him, poking at him, dancing with him. It wouldâve been borderline-adorable behavior from anyone sane in a normal situation, but Dazai had a way of driving people to the edge with the timing of his antics, and Sigma was quick to crumble under the pressure of the circumstance. What sticks more is how quickly the casino manager surrendered his trust to the quirky brunette inmate along their journey out of the building that day.
And what sticks most is how Dazai looked at him.
You remember observing a hint of something in his gaze that was usually only reserved for people who held important information, nurses in hospitals whoâd taken his phone, occasionally you and Chuuya back in the day if he was feeling especially unhingedâthe like.
And you remember looking at Sigma the same way over the screenâall sharp features, milky skin, elegant locks, and a hot trigger finger. His conviction over his purpose was alluring to you, who always understood your purpose to be pure survival. To Dazai, whose purpose seemed to be dying. Sigma was something entirely different from either of you, and when you all reconnected by the chance of business after the chaos, it was difficult to ignore the feelings dredged up from such a stressful time. It wasnât like youâd always had your eye on Dazai or anythingâno, surely notâbut anyway, the click between the three of you back in Yokohama was inevitably pursued outside of work. A former DOA associate, an Armed Detective, and a Port Mafia subexecutive meeting up in the Sky Casino for drinks and Texas hold âem was certainly unprofessional in one capacity or another, sure, but you can hardly find it in yourself to care as Dazai hands you your martini back, face pink from cracking up.
Itâs funny to you, how you never feel out of place between them. Sigma is leaning over onto your shoulder to stifle his dying laughter. You just shake your head as Dazai picks up the cards to deal.
The next game whirls by. You are the first to end up without a shirt, where Dazai and Sigma, both with their seemingly endless respective streams of luck, split the winnings over an evenly-matched two pair. You sit sheepishly after itâs your turn to deal, trying desperately, now that youâre losing in a tangible way (the three of you never use real money), to conjure up ways to gain back some ground and maybe not finish out the night as the only one naked.
âSigma, deal,â Dazai purrs as if this isnât Sigmaâs show. You have your arms crossed over your chest as two cards flutter down in front of you, and you look at them, thinking, hopingâyes, maybe if Sigma would put a Jack down you couldâ
But any strategy youâre beginning to formulate is effectively zapped off, like a power button on a remote extinguishing a televisionâs display, as Dazai takes your wrists in his hands and guides them down to your lap.
âWhy are you sitting like that?â he asks so innocently. âYouâre hot. Stop hiding.â
Youâd be blushing if it wasnât for the alcohol making an appearance on your cheeks already. You giggle a little again, his touch making you feel more lightheaded than anything youâve drank thus far. Sigma turns to you for your action, but your eyes are locked onto Dazaiâs, so he does the only thing that makes the most sense in his own intoxicated mindâhe grips your chin, not too harshly, and turns your head toward himself, in all his pastel, angelic beauty.
âYour turn,â Sigma says gently. While he doesnât comment on what Dazai has said, and although his hand doesnât hold the same menace that Dazaiâs seems to, the tilt of his lips speaks a silent agreement.
Just as both of their fingers are beginning to overwhelm you, they retreat.
And you look down at your cards again, and your train of thought is as good as gone.
âUmâsorry, uhâŠâ
You push 6000 yen into the pot, and Dazai follows.
And soon enough, like clockwork, youâre removing your pantsâno, Dazai is removing your pants as Sigma gathers his winnings, and youâre unbuttoning Dazaiâs shirt, and this has to be some sort of plot against you, you think, because the room is suddenly hotter, nevermind the alcohol, and you swear Dazai and Sigma are exchanging looks the way you and Dazai had months ago before leaving Meursault.
But you keep your composure. If thereâs one thing you were used to dealing with, itâs sexy, scheming men, and itâs rare you ever let them get the best of you. Poker aside, you wonât crack. You canât. Your drunkenness, now subsiding into hazy exhaustion and a twinge of need you wonât admit to yourself just yet, bolsters your pride, if anything. These two will not break you. Youâll make sure itâs the other way around first.
Another two games pass, and you finally have the mind and hand to win, which is what leads you to the scene of Sigma inching Dazaiâs underwear down his thighs.
The casino managerâs face is broken out madly. Heâd lost his own shirt but in all remains the most clothed out of all three of you; your dignity is preserved in your undergarments, and Dazai only âtsks as he steps out of his boxers just to lay back down on his side, propped up on his hand, in his spot on the bed.
âWell,â the detective laments, his practiced dramatics coming out to play. âIâve officially lost. What to do nowâŠ?â
You look as unfazed as you can by Dazaiâs nudity; Sigmaâs eyes, however, are everywhere but the brunette.
You hum thoughtfully, considering your nails. You have your little heatstroke from before under control, it seems, but youâre biting your bottom lip raw at the shift in the energy of the room.
You crawl to sit against the headboard of the bed, shooing Dazai out of your way as you do soâitâs the same luxurious snakewood that the liquor cabinet is made from, and it doesnât budge when you lean back against it. Dazai sits beside you, one leg curled beneath him and the other hanging off the edge of the bed as you kick the duvet down at Sigma, adjusting yourself so your bare legs are extended and crossed at the ankle. You smirk, only softly. Dazai scoots closer to you when your pinkie wraps around one of his fingers.
Sigma, hunched in on himself at the end of the bed, breathes deeply as you turn your gaze to him and pat the spot on the other side of you. Heâs willed up by the expectant look on Dazaiâs face, and he takes his seat at your side; he looks to the brunette across your side profile, and you hook each of your legs over one of theirs.
âWhat else is there to do?â
The question comes from you as you look between them, stroking both their knuckles; Dazaiâs expression grows more sinister by the second, and he looks past you too, to Sigma, whose eyes are wide. You follow Dazaiâs vision.
Sigma gulps and finds himself nodding. He knows what at, but he canât bring himself to say it as you flick your gaze down to his parted lips.
You lean in.
âThis okay?â
Heâs still nodding. His head only stills when your hand leaves Dazaiâs and reaches up to cup his face.
And you kiss Sigma with an open mouth. He shivers and leans into you. Your hand falls back to blindly search for Dazaiâs cock.
Dazai is half-hard just watching you slip your tongue past Sigmaâs lips; you thumb his tip teasingly, giving him a few squeezes and drawing soft breaths from him as the pastel-haired man reaches up for your neck. Itâs obvious Sigmaâs never kissed anyone like this before, but he follows your lead like a first-time ballroom partner, letting you nip the beginnings of moans out of him as Dazai watches, watches.
When you pull back, Sigma is in awe. His eyes donât open for a few seconds, and you smile, endeared.
âYouâre a good kisser, Sigma.â
His eyes snap open. âR-really?â
You nod. âBut I think Osamu could train you even better.â
Something flashes across Sigmaâs faceânot discontent or anxiety but pure surprise, and you turn back to Dazai for his appraisal. Heâs biting the inside of his cheek as your fingers work him up and down, torturously slow. Before anything else can happen, you lean into Dazai; heâs eager to receive your lips, force the gasps that belong to you into your mouth. You think youâll play them like a pair of cymbals, if they let you. If Dazai lets you. Itâs looking like he might.
You tilt your head back as Dazai works his way down your throat, leaving bruising bite marks as you touch him. You find Sigma glazed over in aweâthe next thing you do is encourage his face toward yours again, so you can kiss him while Dazai marks you. You donât hold back the sighs that come from your diaphragm. Sigma swallows your breath with greed. You cup his jaw, your noses bump; he grows more confident by the second, and as Dazai traverses back up your neck, you leave him whining, removing your hand from his cock to push the two menâs faces together.
Soft hums reverberate between their kiss. You look proudly upon your work as their hands find one another, frantically, on jaws, on shoulders, on chests. Sigma reaches to pick up where you left off, but second guesses himself.
âItâs okay,â you whisper to him. âRight, Osamu?â
âMmhm.â Dazai bites into the other manâs bottom lip. Sigma yelps into the lack of air between them. You guide his hand, which finds Dazai at his base and sends him moaning into the kiss.
With your hand wrapped around Sigmaâs wrapped around Dazai, you latch onto Dazaiâs neck to return his bites. Your head buzzes with anticipation; itâs so hot to watch them, low-lidded and on two different levels of experience, talking to each other without speaking. You move Sigmaâs hand up, down, up, down. Dazai breaks away to let a full-bodied moan into the air; he makes up for contact by resting his forehead against Sigmaâs, peering down at where the two of you are working him into a mess.
âThatâs it,â Dazai pants, but he looks smug. âUnhâfeels good.â
âHear that?â With your free hand you tuck a thick lock of Sigmaâs silvery hair behind his ear as you mumble into it. âYouâre doing so good.â
âTell me what to do,â Sigma breathes, and he sounds so desperate that it makes you throb. âDonât know what âm doing, please, tell me what to do.â
âExactly what youâre already doing.â You let go of his hand and let him stroke Dazai by himself. Dazai nods weakly, needily, cock twitching as Sigma explores; the pale-haired manâs thumb circles his tip the same way yours did, but faster. When you lean over to spit on his cock over Sigmaâs hand, the brunetteâs jaw falls slack and the two melt into another kiss; you donât even have to enlist Dazaiâs hands as, through his pleasure, he fumbles for you. You uncross your ankles, and he rubs you impatiently over the final bit of cloth that remains on your body. Your lips find Sigma's throat next.
All heaving breath against each other, you move like this for a bit, learning one another. Dazai reaches to pop the button on Sigmaâs pants as heâs tugging at your underwear at the same time.
You both turn your focus to Sigma as you kick your last layer off; he stumbles upward, back onto his feet, and you and Dazai pursue him as heâs helping you both push his pants and boxers off in one collaborative swipe. Heâs never been hard like this beforeâsure, Sigmaâs not a stranger to sexual arousal, but heâs only ever touched himself. Call it a side effect of the imposter syndrome or throwing himself into his casino or the fact that this is his first time being alive, but as Dazai sits on the edge of the bed looking like a hungry animal and you toss his pants away, he canât imagine why any two people as physically gorgeous, intellectually dominant, and purpose-driven as the two of you would want to engage with him like this. Heâs excited, he canât deny itâhis cock is straining almost painfully as it bobs in the air nowâbut thereâs a line of tears forming on his lash line, and youâre fast to catch him.
âSigma,â you call him back from inside his head. Dazaiâs fingers have found his hip; they rest there tenderly. âSigma. We can stop. Itâs okay.â
âNo,â Sigma all but cries. He aches to be touched the same way you and himself were both touching Dazai. âNo, no, donât stop, I justâIâmââ
A single tear splits down his pretty pale skin. He looks back and forth between you both.
âSigma,â you say firmly. âTalk to us. Itâs important.â
âIââ He gathers himself, voice cracking only once. âI want this. I want it so bad. I canât believe I deserve it. Youâre both⊠I just donât know what Iâm doing. I donât want to... not be good.â
You look to Dazai, who looks uncharacteristically tired for a moment; itâs an understatement to say he understands exactly what Sigma is trying to articulate, but heâs not a man of sentiment, so you pick up the slack. Collaborative. You wind your fingers between Sigmaâs and lead him to sit next to Dazai.
You stand, bare, in front of the two of them, also bare; theyâre both so beautiful in their own ways. Dazai, with his dark features, cutting cheekbones, flexing jaw, bandages outlining the contours of all his lean muscle. Sigma, all heavenly light, awkward hands, unmarked skin, thin sheen of glistening sweat.
âYou don't need to worry,â you reassure him. âWe just want you. Right, Osamu?â
âMmhm,â Dazai hums again. Not a man of sentiment, but he presses a series of kisses to Sigmaâs cheek before smiling devilishly. âWeâll take care of you. How about that? Teach you how to fuck.â
Sigma shudders at his words; his eyes still flit nervously, but fall at rest when you sit opposite Dazai and run your fingertips across his thigh.
âYes,â he responds just above a whisper. âOkay.â
âOkay,â Dazai echoes.
âOkay.â And you. âCan we touch you? Or dâyou wanna watch us?â
Sigma contemplates. His cock jumps at the mere mental image of watching Dazai fuck you; he could get off like that and be totally content, but his mind drifts back to your hands, Dazaiâs hands, and how selfishly he was campaigning for you both to touch him just minutes ago. âTouch me, please.â
Now itâs you looking across Sigmaâs side profile at Dazai. He mirrors the look in your eye, and you lean over to press a kiss to the brunette's lips before you traverse the plane of Sigmaâs chest. Dazai reaches for his cock.
And just like that, Sigma is in heaven. His hands fall behind him on the bed to steady himself as Dazai goes through a motion Sigmaâs performed so many times on himself, but it feels so much better nowâhe doesnât know if itâs Dazaiâs calloused fingertips or the curling heat you both create in his pelvis by just kissing him, talking to him, loving on himâand heâs throwing his head back, embarrassed to make noise but in such ecstasy that he canât help it, wonât help it. You giggle lightheartedly against the shell of his ear when he does, and he loves it. Loves it. Wants it to last forever. Dazai sucks on his collarbone and you tweak his nipples and heâs twitching, twitching, building up so quickly heâs afraid heâll be spent soon.
"'M gonna... ohâgonna cum if you don't s-stopâ"
But it isn't a request to, so when you and Dazai's hands both leave him, he's sent reeling just like you were during the last game. Sigma's chin meets his chest as he recovers from what feels like Dazai's revenge for the bluff that worked on him earlier, and he looks at you both, glazed over with lust.
Your eyes are so warm when they slide from Dazai back to him.
âSo handsome. Youâre gorgeous, Sigma.â It hardly matters who says itâthe other agrees.
âTell us what you want.â
"Well, um," he asserts, pulling his shaky legs up into himself and leading you by the arms to pull you back to the headboard. "This part seems pretty self-explanatory. Dazai, I think you should show me how to..."
You perch at the head of the bed again as he trails off, and Dazai looks like he's ready to have fun with what's coming next.
"Show you how to...?" he prompts Sigma to finish his sentence, and Sigma's nudging his way between your legs; your lips turn upward at his burst of enthusiasm, and the words get stuck a bit as he settles on his stomach in front of you.
"Touch them. I've really never done this before." He blinks up at Dazai. Weaponized incompetence has never been so sensual.
And Dazai takes the bait and crawls next to him, gripping your thigh a little too hard as he presses his shoulder to Sigma's. "Certainly. Give it your best shot, I wanna see what I'm working with here." It's so natural for Dazai to take on the mentorship position, even in this situation. You can't help the way you giggle at them; their eyes linger on each other a second too long to imply nothing before Sigma turns his attention to you.
You think he'll start with fingering you, but he dips his head down and goes right for your cuntâyou're unable to suppress the oh! that leaves you as he licks a sensual and slow stripe from your hole to your clit. Knowing Sigma, you understand that his mind is probably still swimming with self-doubt as he rolls his eyes up to yours, but you can't find any of it. It's all too hot. His pretty pink lips undulate as he tastes you, delicately, and Dazai lets out a surprised noise of his own.
"Seems like youâre alright." Dazai's grinning. "But I'll help you out. Stay there."
So Sigma latches onto your clit, drawing another series of gasps out of you, and Dazai plunges his middle finger into you. Youâre so slick, so ready for them that there's no resistance; Sigma's experimenting with his tongue, then his lips, then alternating, and Dazai keeps digging his fingertips into your thigh, your hip, as he works you open on his hand.
"God, with how wet you are, I think we could get you to take both of us."
Your eyesâwhich you hadn't realized had fallen shut as you wound each of your hands in either of their heads of soft hairâfly open at that. Sigma pulls away too. Tortorous.
"At the same time?" You're unsure if it comes out of your mouth, too, but Sigma asks itâwith a sense of wonder that, had you said it, would've been overshadowed with a little apprehension. Dazai looks up to you for approval.
And while it's dauntingâneither of them are small, that's for sureâyou can't help the way your hips roll at the thought of being stuffed with them both. At the same time. How intimate it would inevitably be, their cocks pressed together as they fuck you. So you nod, vigorously.
"Gotta get 'em ready, though," he lectures to Sigma, snapping back to his instructorly tone as his hand falls on top of yours in his two-toned hair, pushing his face back into your cunt. "Put that mouth to work. You got it, baby."
Sigma hums against you at the nickname and the vibration sends your head lolling back again; Dazai looks wicked as he straddles your leg, still reaching down to split you open, now on three fingers instead of one or two. He kisses you hard.
The attention from both of them is unbelievableâyou see now what had them both falling apart so quickly. Something about two sets of hands wandering your body sets lights off behind your eyes. Sigmaâs reaching up to paw at your chest, flicking and pinching your nipples the same way you had his; before you know it youâre panting like a dog into Dazaiâs mouth and soaking the bed below you.
âFuckâyou two.â Youâve got one hand still twined in Sigmaâs hair. Youâre almost grinding onto his nose, and heâs lapping up everything youâre giving him like a good boy. Your other arm winds around Dazaiïżœïżœïżœs neck as you pull him closer and bend your knee to nudge his balls. He humps against what you give him. Lewd, wet sounds fill your ears.
âThatâs the plan,â Dazai singsongs, pretty teeth visible. Amidst your frantic hips, he shuffles behind you, never breaking the heated kiss you share more than he has to. Those teeth find your lips and you gasp, you moan, youâre so impressed at how quickly Sigma is picking up on this new art, and with so little instruction, reallyâhe watches you and Dazai make out from his place between your thighs and thrusts his hips against the bed at the sight. You notice.
âSigma, come up here.â
His lips leave your cunt hesitantly; truth be told, your taste is more inebriating than all the alcohol heâs had. Heâs rock hard, and you split your attention between him and Dazai as you lift your hips up, arch, and angle Dazaiâs cock against your pussy.
His lips catch Sigmaâs as he sinks into you; a whine falls from you at the stretch, and you can feel Dazai shake as he waits to move. When he parts from the kiss, he wraps his hands beneath either of your thighs, spreading you open wide.
Sigma all but gawks at the way Dazaiâs dick is buried in you from below. You reach behind you, give his brown hair a tug that has Dazai thrusting up roughly, and Sigma would let your moan shatter his eardrums, his entire being, if he could. He sees the whites of your eyes, the white of Dazaiâs fingertips as he grips you hard, the white of Dazaiâs precum and your slick dripping down onto the sheets, and his hips lunge forward at nothing. Your cunt looks delicious. Dazai looks delicious, all furrowed brows and bitten lips and groans that bubble up from his chest. He fucks you fast.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâOsamu! Unh, uh-huhââ
Dazai echoes your own name back to you. âYeah, fuckâyou feel so good.â
All the combined sounds are like a symphony to Sigma. He palms his own cock; no way he can cum just watching now, he decides. He needs to be in you. He doesnât want to be an observer. Sigma catches Dazaiâs eyes as if to say can I? But Dazaiâs already smirking and breathlessly slipping out of you, holding you up and open still as you reach for Sigma with one hand and will him into you. You suck him in, godâthank god youâre already so wet and fucked open, because heâs not an inch inside of you before he loses himself and thrusts forward wildly.
âThere you go,â Dazai encourages, grinning as the pale-haired manâs composure crumbles. âIsnât that pussy heaven? Just like that, Sigma. Theyâre fuckinâ creaminâ all over you, look.â
Look, as if his rosĂ© eyes could possibly leave the place where youâre swallowing him in. Sigmaâs gruntingâheâs never known himself to be noisy during pleasure, but this is another level, your cunt so warm and milky and squeezing him like youâll never let him go.
The curtain of Dazaiâs bangs falls across your shoulder as he kisses you there, mutters filthy musings into your ear while he watches Sigma sink into you over, over, over.
âHowâdâthey feel?â
Sigmaâs unprepared for the way his own voice sounds, wound tight and concentrated while he tries and fails miserably not to whine. All that voice turns into babbling. âSoâso, so fucking good, Iâmâah, Iâm gonna fucking cumââ
"Woah, woah, alright. Not yet. Give 'em a breather. They're gonna need it, after all." Dazai's still laughing as he puts the brakes on Sigma with his feetâthat's especially funny to him, but the way Sigma almost chokes at the way Dazai stops him is even better. Sigma, all sweat and arousal, sinks back onto his knees. You, too, squirm at the loss of stimulation, pushing soft lavender and silver off his forehead where it sticks; when Sigmaâs hips donât quite quit, even with nothing around his cock, Dazai chuckles out a âLooks like you need it, too.â
You trace Sigmaâs tangling fingers as you catch your breath, interlocking both your hands with his. Dazai lets up on your legsâyour hips will thank him laterâletting the flex back into a more comfortable position. Your back rests against his chest, and he plays with your clit lazily.
âThis is gonna take some patience, okay?â Dazai is addressing Sigma more than you; youâre guiding Sigmaâs hands down to your cunt where he and Dazai move in a figure eight that keeps you occupied.
They're gonna need it, after all is what's registering in your mind. "Osamuâ" you start, but he's shushing you.
Once again, Sigma's watching Dazai ride you up by your thighs so he can buck up into you, much more tactfully than the pale-haired man was just seconds ago. Perhaps more neglected than either of you at this point, Dazai's voice is gruff as you squelch around him.
âOh, fuck, sweetheart. Hah." His teeth sink into your shoulder as you croon.
"Dazaiâ" Sigma starts this time, but the other man answers all his questions with a single look.
"Youâre gonna go back to what you were doing,â Dazai breathes, his gaze trained on Sigma as you writhe.
âPlease, both of youââ
âBe patient,â Dazai means to snap at you but itâs too melted, too lovey. Anyway, heâs egging you on with his next words. âCâmon, Sigma, youâre gonna give âem what they want, right?â
And Sigma nods like heâs in a tranceâyour cunt already looks full around Dazai, but he needs urgently to be in you next to him. He thinks heâll explode in all the wrong ways if you donât let him in. He needs it, so he lines himself up below your clit, above Dazai, looking for anywhere he can slip in; it takes some of Dazaiâs fingers, some of yours, but soon enough he feels the veins of Dazaiâs cock on his underside and your pulsing walls to the top of him. Heâs in. Heâs actually in, and his head falls onto your shoulder, and it takes everything in him not to let his full weight slump directly onto you and Dazai. Youâre bleating, sobbing, laughing through the stretch, and when Sigmaâs tip nestles next to Dazaiâs deep inside you, you feel full. Whole.
âIâm gonna stay still.â Dazai sounds just as affected as both of you, but he keeps his facade up a few seconds longer to guide you both to the beginning of the end. âWant you to fuck them, Sigma. Hard.â
And he doesnât need to be told twice. Itâs difficult to pull back and push in at firstâyouâre so fucking tight and Dazaiâs so fucking big, and even though youâre spread apart, Sigma feels like he canât get close enough to you. Your cunt weeps around both of them, protesting the stretch that your brain adores, but you let up. And he fucks you, soft at first, and then hard.
All three of you are jumbled noise; skin on skin, teeth on lips, moans on shoulders, wet smacking and sliding and sobbing as you take both of them. Your gut heats up with each push, each pull, each frantic grasp, each broken sound the two men let out as they frot inside of you; Dazaiâs biting your shoulder again, letting his sweet little protĂ©gĂ© do the work. Sigma digs his nails into you wherever he can find purchase.
âOhâfuckinâ harder, Sigma, baby, pleaseââ you beg.
âOur pretty boy fuckinâ you good?â Dazai doesnât wait for you to answer. âYou gonna go stupid on his cock, huh?â
Sigma couldnât answer the question even if it wasnât rhetorical; all of his coherence is gone, and you took it. His thrusts grow erratic, remarkably unpracticed and blatantly virgin, but the repeated pounding of the head of his cock against the entrance to your cervix makes your eyes impossible to keep open, then impossible to keep closed, so you teeter between hyperalert and falling apart. Dazai rubs your clit as Sigma pushes your knees further back with sudden aggression, pins your thighs closer to your shoulders as he fucks you and creates an otherworldly friction against Dazai. Heâs gone, heâs lost, and he looks so gorgeous whimpering and whining, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he screws his eyes shut and his mouth falls open over and over again. If anyoneâs going stupid, itâs Sigma.
But the longer he fucks you, the more limp you fall; your head falls to rest on Dazai's shoulder as Sigma puts everything into you, and the brunette laughs like the asshole he is, even through this. Heâs hardly doing better than either of you, though, and his words fly.
âMy two beautiful little fuckinâ sluts, soâunh, so hot. So hot. Look at what I turned you into.â
Neither of you have any hope of answering. His voice just throttles you forward, and Sigmaâs grunts ante upâheâs almost yelling, shouting as he exerts himself, as he does everything his body will let him to get himself there, and bring you with him, too.
âAh! Anghâanhâah, ah, ugh!â
And you reply with, âAh! Unhâoh, oh, oh, please, please, please!â
And Dazai drinks it all up, finally letting his eyes roll back as he pulls Sigma down for one more messy kissâone that sends Sigma headfirst into his orgasm, and he cums, rutting into you while your cunt spasms, squirts, begs for Dazai to follow. Itâs like white heat rolling off of him in waves; Sigmaâs brows lift as if finding a sort of clarity, and your eyes are wide as you clutch the two men, and Dazai follows shortly afterâthe mixture of their cum inside you sings the most disgusting and yet most satisfying sounds of the evening. Your legs snap shut around Sigmaâs waist as he rides all three of you out, all sweat and tears and incredulous moans that die as he slows to a stop, still stuffed inside of you.
Three pairs of lips are dry, bitten rawâchapstickâs the first thing on Sigmaâs mind as his head clears, but he feels himself and Dazai spill out of you, and you and he both reach for him, pulling him down into the pillows as whatever dream the three of you just exited settles around you like dust. Heâs sticky, too, but he doesnât hate itâhow can he when youâre between them, throwing one leg over Sigmaâs waist and tangling the other with Dazaiâs behind you? You head falls into the crook of Sigmaâs elbow, and his other arm drapes over Dazaiâs, which holds you close by your waist as Dazaiâs chin settles on top of your headânot unlike a three-piece puzzle, snapped together and in your right place.
âOh, fuck.â Youâre still leaking. âThat was wonderful. Both of you.â
Dazai chuckles again. Unnervingly charming, even after cumming so damn hard. Sigma doesnât want to know what he looks like himself.
âWho knew there was a whore in the casino man?â
You smack Dazaiâs arm, but now youâre all laughing again, even Sigma. He feels⊠proud. You look so satisfied, so tired. The way your eyes slide shut after pressing such affection into his own prompts him to do the same.
Tired as he may be, though, he canât lie and say that heâs not still incredibly turned onâyou wiggle a little to get comfortable between them, and Sigma feels his cock spring back to life when you brush him, when your fingertips skate over the small of his back. He canât reflect on what just happenedâitâll have him hard again in seconds.
âExcited again already, huh?â Dazai pokes. Sigmaâs face burns.
âUgh,â you groan out of sheer exhaustion, âif we go again, youâre both taking turns.â
Dazai looks thoughtful. âHmm. Perhaps we could reprise rock, paper, scissors.â
And Sigma, having begun to nod, stops. âAbsolutely not.â
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