#i drew him w those little folds on your belly from sitting for too long but i tried not to be too obvious about those

[yukiranine]

jingyuan body hc

[yuzuriha-sayori]

hello! i really fell in love with benimaru taking care of a sick reader (；ω；) can i ask a nsfw scenario with him x reader ( something like “please be gentle” and he is like “ no” ) im sorry if this is a very stupid request (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

You asked and I finally answered! Thank you for waiting so long and so patiently as I worked through my writer’s block. I hope you enjoy this little fic that took me way too long to write! I enjoyed writing it nonetheless, dom Beni is just…yes.

NSFW Shinmon Benimaru x F!Reader

Don’t make demands of Shinmon Benimaru

 Benimaru was a man of many things; quick tempered, blunt, yet hard working and respectable. However, patience was not one of those things. And for the past several days, his patience was constantly being tested. The culprit, a cute little vixen who spent most of her time causing quite the trouble for him. While he spent his days doing paperwork and cleaning up the mess that he created after Infernals would break out, she spent it causing mischief around him as if it was second nature. Not in the form of real crimes but it certainly it must be a crime somewhere.

“Shinmon-saaaaan~!” The soft mewl of the culprit at large startled the Captain out of his work. He had been writing down the reports of the recent SHC in Asakusa, a young woman who ran a vegetable stall. It was while he was working on the report that [y/n] decided to pay him a visit. She had snuck up behind him as he sat in the guest room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a delicate kiss just below his ear. The feeling sent a jolt down to his stomach and he furrowed his brow.

“[y/n], don’t you see I’m busy? Go find something entertaining like pestering Konro.” Benimaru said, trying to shrug the young woman off of him. He was met with blatant protest.

“I don’t want to!” She whined, nipping at his neck. “You haven’t spent time with me in weeks, I’m beginning to think that you’re not interested in me anymore.”

The raven-haired man had to fight of the urge to let out the grunt that began to travel out his mouth at the feeling of her nipping at his neck. He had so little patience. It not that he wasn’t interested in her, it’s that her drive had been out of control lately and he always ended up pounding her into the sheets until morning, leaving barely any time for him to complete his tasks.

[y/n] didn’t take being ignored lightly so she moved in front of him and slid into his lap, rolling her hips against him so he could feel the scorching heat between her legs. Her hands snaked over his shoulders and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, the warmth of her breath fanning over his sensitive skin. “But I need you. Pleeeease.” Her voice was soft and desperate, and it would have been a lie if he said he wasn’t thinking about shoving her down right then in there and making a mess of her throbbing cunt that was soaking into his pants.

His lips parted to let out a throaty moan but caught it in his throat and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back. “[y/n] I’m not going to say it again, not right now. I’ll make time for you later. I’m busy.”

His lover pouted, tears threatening to spill over, but she nodded in understanding. After removing herself from his lap, she stopped at the door and glanced once more over at Benimaru to see that he was back to staring at his papers. She did the same thing every time she pestered him; he had learned her routine down to the time. About two hours later, she would come to him asking for snacks, tea, or a walk and try to tease him again until he couldn’t stand it and was sending her off again.

Finally done with his work, he realized it had gotten quite late. Where was [y/n]? He realized that she didn’t come to pester him. It was strange at first, but he dismissed it and though that she must have went home. After a few stretches to loosen the tight muscles of sitting down for so long, he made his way to the bath house for a soak. Usually by now, she was trying to find her way in, or was already in but there was no sign of [y/n]. Throughout the entire time he was bathing, he heard no peep of her. “[y/n]?” He called out. Maybe she was hiding? But still no sound. An uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. It’s not like he wanted her to come bug him, he rarely had time for himself. He just wasn’t used to it.

The sound of feet hitting the tiled ground of the bathhouse made him whip around expectantly only to be met with his Lieutenant’s confused and slightly amused expression. “I didn’t see or hear [y/n] around here so I thought it was clear to take a bath. What’s with that face Waka? Disappointed?”

Benimaru furrowed his brows and the corners of his lips tugged down into a frown. “I’m not disappointed.”

“Well, I did see [y/n] leave a couple of hours ago after having a stroll with Hika and Hina.” He watched as Benimaru’s shoulders sank ever so slightly and then raise to hoist himself out of the bath. “Maybe she’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Well, I hope not.” His Captain said, throwing his dark blue striped robe around him and tying it. He ran his fingers through his hair, combing the wet strands back away from his face. “I have a lot of work tomorrow too and don’t need more distraction. Enjoy your bath.”

“You know, you should really let me handle some, I’m your Lieutenant after all.”

Benimaru didn’t answer him as he walked out of the bathhouse and towards his room. He didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling. Slightly irritated? No, there wasn’t a reason to. He didn’t miss her, or at least that’s what he told himself. His mind wandered back to the events of earlier, where [y/n] was desperately grinding against him. He could feel how aroused she was just by the heat radiating between her legs. It took only seconds for her to soak down to his cock.

Just the thought of how he could’ve taken her then caused heat to flow down to his dick and swell up. “Fucking shit, now? Really?” He groaned at how painful it was becoming and hurried to his room. It had been quite some time since he took care of it. Actually, it was always [y/n] taking care of it for him. He cursed at himself. And he was the one who sent her away.

Finally at his door, relief flooded through him. All he could think about was how he was going to be able to take care of his problem when he slid open his door. However, there were other plans waiting for him.

Prostrated with their ass to him and stark naked on the bed was [y/n]. Benimaru’s eyes flew open is confusion and surprised. “[y/n]? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you left.”

“I couldn’t stand it anymore…Beni…please.” Two delicate fingers reached down to spread her dripping lips apart, juices running down her thighs and dripping onto the bed. The sight sucked the air right out of his lungs. His already painful erection began to pulsate in need, wanting to feel the clenching of her walls around him. He could see how bad she wanted him, and damn did he want her too.

He made his way to her in only a few strides, standing behind her and taking a good look at how much she was pining for him. “You didn’t come pester me for the rest of the day.” Smack. A startled yelp left [y/n]’s lips.

“You told me not to.” She turned to look at him and was met with a deadpan expression. Smack. Another small cry was brought out of her.

“Don’t backtalk me.” His voice was calm but [y/n] could feel the irritation in it. Was he upset at her for being in his room or for listening? He wasn’t even sure at this point, but he felt the need to punish her. Untying his robe, he let it slip from his shoulders and down to pool around his feet. His erection stood proudly, each vein prominent on the sensitive skin of his shaft. Crouching down to position himself behind her, he gave himself a few pumps and lined his member up to her eager hole. He could feel the pulsing of her pink entrance just ready to swallow whole.

“Please hurry~!” [y/n] whined. It earned her another slap on her ass. Though painful, it caused her cunt to flow with more juices and Benimaru took the liberty of smearing it all over his length.

“Naughty girls don’t get to make requests. You do as I say.” Another whine left [y/n]’s lips but she wouldn’t dare say another word against him. This was the first time in weeks he’d shown her any sexual interest. He grabbed her hips roughly in his big hands and rolled his hips as his cock slid between her pink folds, the head of his cock teased her clit and occasionally her entrance. “You pester me for weeks on end and think you can make demands of me?”

“N-No sir.” Her voice was shaky and soft, her mind was too focused on the sensation of him between her legs. Such little teasing and she was already at her limit. “Beni wait…! I’m…I-I’m-!” The first orgasm in weeks that weren’t by her own fingers washed through her like a violent storm. Her legs shook at her whole body tensed up as a feral moan drew from her mouth. Her legs started to relax and go limp and she would have collapsed completely onto the futon if it weren’t for Benimaru’s solid grasp on her.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t immensely turned on by the fact she got off just by him teasing her, but he wasn’t having her give out just yet. “I haven’t even put it in and you’re already finishing? I don’t think so you little minx.” Positioning the tip to her entrance again, he slammed into her without giving her the chance to recover. The sudden intrusion caused her to buck forward and cry out.  

“W-Wait please I’m still really sensitive.” [y/n] whimpered. Her walls clenched tightly around him that it was almost uncomfortable for both. It’d been quite a while since she took his impressively large member in that she wasn’t prepared for him to stretch her out so suddenly. The feeling of being so full so quickly ignited a fire in her belly.

“What did I say about making demands?” Benimaru pulled out only to slam back into her. Gritting his teeth, he let out a deep growl. “Fuck it’s almost hard to pull out, you’re gripping my cock like your life depends on it. Miss me that much?”

[y/n] could only let out soft pants in pleasure as her legs trembled. She was so sensitive, and he wasn’t giving her any time to adjust. She felt as if she was going to drown in pleasure. “Please…please be gentle.” She pleaded once more. If he kept being as rough as he was, she didn’t think she’d be able to walk out of here any time soon.

Benimaru’s hand shot out the grab a fistful of [y/n]’s [h/c] locks, strands tangling in-between his fingers, and pulled her up as he leaned down to let his lips graze her ear.

“No.”

He could feel her clench down around him which caused his voice to come out huskier than he intended. It was hard to speak when her tight walls didn’t want to let him go. He kept one hand in her hair, and the other gripping her hip as he started drilling into her sloppily wet cunt.

“Beni…oh my��my god…fuck!” Each thrust sent jolts of electricity coursing through [y/n]’s body. It wasn’t that long ago that she had her first orgasm of the night and the second one was approaching at terrifying speeds. His brutal strokes did not help. He rocked his hips into her harshly, the sound of skin slapping against skin vibrated off the walls. He didn’t care who heard, his only focus was fucking the life out of [y/n].

Strings of curses and pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued pounding into her. The soft warm feeling of her slick walls was something he missed terribly and wondered why it took him this long to treat himself to her wanting cunt. “Fuck [y/n] how can you be this tight still?” He figured it would take a bit for her to relax around him, but she was still clutching on him for dear life, crying out his name as if it were the only word she knew.

His voice was all it took to send his lover over the edge as another orgasm racked her body. The sudden tightness made his hips stutter and he had to still himself less he spilled all that he had saved up into her right that moment. “[y/n]…shit…!”

Her orgasm was so intense that she sobbed out his name and he released her hair and stroked her back to comfort her through it. “That’s it, just relax…” Her body was slick with sweat and he was getting quite worked up himself. Strands of his raven hair was plastered to his forehead and sweat ran down his chest. His cock was still buried deep inside her, the tip pressed right up against her cervix. Her body still trembled as he began slowly rolling his hips. He was going to get one or two more out of her before he emptied himself into her. But at this rate, he might only get one because he was close to his limit.

“I can’t…Beni I can’t!” Her voice was a pitch too high and the only thing she could see were stars. She was going to go crazy if he kept moving. “Please it’s too much.”

“You wanted this so bad, you’re going to take what I give you. I’m going to give you a week’s worth of orgasms.” Benimaru began picking up the pace but his strokes were gentle this time. “You won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

[y/n]’s moans came out more as sobs and sharp cries as he fucked her. The pleasure was too intense. She was going to break if she came again. Benimaru didn’t care if he made her go crazy, this was exactly what she asked for. Both hands gripped her hips as he took a steady pace thrusting in and out of her. The tight feeling in his gut was growing and he clenched his teeth. He was determined to make her cum one more time. One hand let go of her hip to slide down between her legs and his fingers made quick work of her clit. [y/n] immediately clamped down around his cock.

“N-No please don’t! I can’t!” She tried to pry his hand away, but he was much stronger. He could feel that another orgasm was about come over her with how high her voice was getting, and how tighter she was becoming. His free arm went to scoop her up so that her back was to his chest as he rutted up into her. One arm held her as he bounced her up and down his cock while he teased her swollen pink bud.

“That’s it, come for me sweetheart.” His pace quickened to catch up to her orgasm, letting soft grunts fall from his lips. The heat building in his stomach became more intense and his strokes became sloppy as he slammed into her, hitting her cervix with each stroke.

“A-Ahh!” [y/n] screamed once more as explosive pleasure made work of her soul. She shuddered intensely, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and tongue lolling out of her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin from the corners of her mouth from sheer bliss. It only took a few more juts of his hips before all of Benimaru’s saved up cum finally burst free, his balls tightening as he came. A strained moan came out as he wrapped his arms around her and buried himself as deep as he could get, pushing up against her cervix. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and let out another moan against her skin, his hips jerking a few times. It felt like he was cumming forever as spurts of his seed coated every inch inside her and spilled out, running down his twitching balls and dribbling onto the futon.

“Shit…” He lifted her limp body off of him and more of his thick seed came gushing from her twitching hole. A whimper left her as he pulled out. He did tell himself that he was going to make a mess of her, but he didn’t consider the bed apart of the equation. Sighing softly, he gently laid her down and used his robe to clean her up, then himself, and then wiped all of his cum off his bed.

[y/n]’s body finally stopped twitching but forming words were still too much for her. “You…are…You’re mean…” She mumbled, eyes half lidded. He figured she was still off in her own little world as he laid down beside her after tossing his robe to the other side of the room. “You say that while your face shows contentment.”

“Shut up.” She weakly smacked his chest as he was pulling to covers up over them, but it only caused him to chuckle lightly.

“The twins hit harder than that.”

[y/n] could only grumble in response. Silence fell upon them and he figured she must have finally passed out. He was dozing off himself, completely spent after all the work he put into destroying her insides, when he heard his lover’s soft voice, “Beni…?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to cuddle you.” He didn’t answer right away, kind of perplexed. He didn’t know why she was saying that as if to ask him. She usually did it anyways, clinging to him almost every night she could like he wouldn’t be there when she woke up. Though it was kind of cute if she was asking.

“You can?”

There was a long moment of silence before she responded and he thought she passed out when she finally spoke, “I…I can’t move my legs…”

A surprisingly hearty laugh left Benimaru. Of all the things, he didn’t expect to fuck [y/n] that hard. They had rough sex before, but he guessed it really must have been quite some time if she couldn’t move her legs. He felt a bit satisfied as he pulled her to him and hiked her leg up and over him. Her arm snaked up his chest and to his head, fingers running through still damp hair and rested there, a content smile on her face. He kissed the top of her head and watched her doze off, following moments after. She really was a little vixen, and she always got her way.

[frostsinth]

A Line in the Sand - Pt. 2

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Another part of this lovely Lizardman for @ivymemnoch​‘s commissioned Monster Match. It’s fun to have all these lovely little misunderstandings between them. In this section, Devaraj’s reveals a bit more about his profitable work, and Sera thinks about taking off.

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In the end, I’m not sure what woke me. Was it the soft thrum of insects, waking with the first rays of dawn? Or perhaps it was the soft twitter of birds, that grew from a petering distant echo to a soothing trill around me. I remember hearing the soft snorting huff of Nur, sensing the big draft had wandered close to my sleeping spot. Feeling his heavy steps shake the ground slightly before he drifted off again. Whatever the cause, my eyes slowly opened, and a yawn stretched my mouth.

It took me a few belated moments to reconcile my current place with my memories of the previous evening. I blinked groggily a few times, rolling and looking about. As my brain woke more, I considered the soft tented cloth over my head, and the warm bedroll around me. The scent of sand came to my mind, but not to my nose, and I realized I was alone in the makeshift shelter once more.

I rolled again, shifting and shaking the last of the sleep from my eyes. Managing to pull myself up and look around the small clearing. But the reptilian man was nowhere to be seen. Nur stood by the side of the small nest we had made, snuffing and huffing at some dried branches. The saddle and bags were still where I had left them the night before. So wherever he had gone… It couldn’t have been far…

“...Shri?” I called hesitantly, rubbing at my arms as I emerged from the soft warmth of the blankets. There was no answer, and straining my ears, no sound of movement.

Slowly, I crawled out from beneath the tent, peering between the bows and trunks of the trees around us. I could just make out the road in the distance, and sighed as the soft crackle of leaves crunched under my boots. For a moment, I thought this might be a blessing… and opportunity to escape. Certainly he was out of sight and earshot, and he had opportunely left all of his supplies behind. I wandered over to the bags, glancing at Nur almost guiltily as if the horse might betray my malicious thoughts. I shifted from foot to foot, glancing about. But I was confident the strange man was nowhere near.

I kneeled beside the bags, and started to reach out to one. Then I hesitated. A flash of intense yellow eyes, the glint of teeth. Not frightening, but instead… friendly. Welcoming. Kind. I sighed again, shaking my head at the nerve of my conscience and dropping my hand. I also couldn’t quite shake the reminder of his words when I had asked him if he was worried I might steal from him; “You could certainly try. It would be amusing.” … I wondered if perhaps there was a magical charm on the items, or if there was some sort of anti-thief trap… Well, I would just wait, I determined. Until we reached the next town. That way, I wouldn’t have to risk anything nor take his supplies, and could simply slip away into the shadows. Honestly, it was probably for the best I left. I doubted he knew exactly what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into when he had signed me on.

Shaking myself again, I stood and slowly pivoted on one foot. Looking around the small clearing again. Wondering where exactly my new ‘employer’ had gone. I walked over to Nur, who lifted his behemoth head as I approached and wuffed softly, his huge flanks fluttering with the deep breath. He nudged me with his big nose, his nostrils flaring, and being that his head was almost the size of my entire torso, even that gentle touch had me staggering a step to maintain my balance. He snorted again, taking a step towards me and flattening his forelock against my chest. I scratched behind his speckled grey ears absent-mindedly, still looking about.

“Do you know where he went?” I asked the gelding, then had to jerk back to avoid being tossed aside as he lifted his head and shook it with another loud snort. I smiled, wondering if that was a real answer, and patted his velvety nose. “Well, I suppose I should go look for him then?”

Nur looked at me with his big, dark eyes, and no answer seemed forthcoming. I ran my hand up and down his nose, then turned and considered my options. The way back towards the road seemed mostly clear; unless he had gone there and travelled up or down its length a ways, I should be able to see him from where we were camped. So that left the notion that he had headed deeper into the woods. I gave Nur a final pat, then began to pick my way through the woods beyond.

“Shri?” I called softly, the unfamiliar word still heavy on my tongue. 

I was careful to keep a scan of the surroundings as I moved, not wanting to accidentally miss him during my search. I doubted that would be very likely; even with the vegetation, the man was far too large and broad to simply hide in plain sight. Though his mottled green scales might blend rather well with the shifting foliage. The chill night before reminded me that fall would be upon us sooner rather than later, though the air was very mild now. I wondered briefly how the cold-blooded lizard man would fare in the snows, and had an amusing image of him hibernating in a log cabin with a roaring fire and a bloated belly. A few yards in, I heard the sound of running water; perhaps a small stream nearby. I decided that it might have also drawn his attention, and turned to make my way towards it.

I caught sight of his shoulders between the trunks of the trees, and almost sighed with relief. I didn’t notice until I had broken through the treeline that it was not the beaten grey of his cloak that caught the fresh morning sunlight, but the green of his bare scales. A delayed heartbeat later, I realized he was completely without clothes again. I nearly fell over as I staggered to a halt, frozen in place by the full sight of him, unobscured by steam or darkness.

The crisp golden rays splashed down his broad shoulders, pricking his mottled green into a smoky emerald color. The scales looked smooth, and rippled as he drew in long, deep breaths. His broad shoulders were squared, and I was again stunned by their width, at least double my own. From this angle I could clearly see the base of his four dark grey horns protruding from his skull before curling forward, and the delicate fan of the leathery skin on the top of his head between the spikes. I followed the curve of his spine down his muscular back, each muscle more pronounced and defined by the shape of his large scales. Tracing down to the point of his spine, just about his bottom, where his tail protruded. It was long and thick, perhaps thicker than my thigh, with a flat top studded with the soft flat spikes on either ridge. I hadn’t gotten nearly so good a look at it before... I wondered how much he could move it. He had it half curled around, forming a semi-circle around his large, muscular legs which were neatly folded in a criss-cross pattern beneath him. I could see his huge arms were relaxed, palms resting open on his knees and the soft yellow/cream color of the scales there bathing in the light.

“Good morning, Sera.” He called lightly without looking over his shoulder. His thick voice had me jumping in surprise. I saw his head tilt, saw the flash of his yellow eye as he considered me out of its corner. “I trust you slept well.”

If he was upset I had been spying on him, he didn’t show it. Nor did he seem particularly concerned that he was completely without clothes; I noticed them folded neatly into a pile beside him. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pulsing of my blood beneath my cheeks.

“Ah… Apologies, shri… I did not mean-”

He made a noise deep in his chest, shaking his great horned head. “I am merely greeting the sun, Sera. There is no need for your words.” The tip of his tail twitched. “Come, join me.”

“Greeting the sun?” I echoed, venturing closer tentatively.

He nodded looking up at me. Even sitting, his head was nearly to my shoulders. “Yes. I believe it is similar to how you humans… what is the term, break fast?”

I started to answer, then suddenly gave a soft ‘eep!’ instead as his hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked, firmly but gently. I tumbled onto his lap, and he wrapped his huge arms around me. I was so startled, my mouth dropped open, and I froze. A deep rumble formed in his chest, vibrating against my cheek, and his thick flat tail came around and dropped heavily across my lap. Further entombing me in his embrace.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered, so surprised I forgot to try to wriggle free.

His scaled brows were arched slightly when I finally managed to pull my head far enough back to look up at him. I stiffened as I felt the tip of his tail flick where it had fallen on the inside of my thigh. A fresh wave of heat washed through me, and not all of it went to my face. Pressed against him, I was once again surrounded by the scent of sand. His scales were smooth and silky over his firm muscles, and I was given the distinct expression of touching a rock that had been warmed by the sun. Part of me wanted to run my hands over those scales. To feel the grooves and see if they lifted and overlapped or met carefully at the edges. 

“I am returning your warmth, Sera. As you so kindly shared yours with me last night.” His words brought me to the present and I jumped a little. He titled his head curiously to the side. “Though you seem quite warm already. Have you been sunbathing as well?”

“N-no,” I finally remembered how to move, and started to wriggle, trying to right myself and scramble out of his arms, “I just woke up and found you gone so-”

“Ah, I forget that humans do not sunbathe. Save for pleasure.”

I found the way his tongue rolled over the word ‘pleasure’ was far too much for me. He unwrapped his arms but otherwise did not try to help or hinder my fight to regain my feet. I clumsily rolled from his lap onto the soft grass in front of him first onto my bottom then settling on my knees, glancing up at him through my lashes. His long scaled lips curled back again, revealing those sharp teeth in what I assumed was a smile. His tongue slipped out, and I swallowed hard again as a tingling rush went through my body. I cleared my throat, and rubbed at the back of my neck.

“How long have you been out here?” I asked, trying to change the subject and looking for something else to stare at besides his broad chest.

He gave a soft hmm, eyelids drooping in a pleased manner. “As soon as the air began to warm this morning. But now that you are up, we can be on our way.”

I fell back on my hands as he stood, his big body moving with a languid grace that I found surprising for his size. I craned my head back to look up at him, and couldn’t help my jaw dropping open a bit. By the Gods he was big… and there was far too much of him to see without his clothes. I couldn’t help skimming my eyes over a particularly private point between his hips (if only ever so briefly on the way up to his face) and was slightly surprised to see… nothing. The same smooth scales of his stomach as far as my quick glance had perceived. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. My mind wandered dangerously and I felt my cheeks flushing darker. He offered me that toothy, lipless grin again and his large clawed hand. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking, and my guilt had me hot at the collar as I sheepishly put my hand in his.

“Why not head back,” He told me as he gently pulled me to my feet, “Start packing camp while I get dressed. We should be able to reach the next town in an hour or two, and can have our meal at their tavern. Yes?”

I nodded, my tongue still too large for my mouth and my head still buzzing with thoughts that really should never be brought to light. I didn’t wait for further instruction, heading back between the boughs. Within a few minutes, I broke through the trees to find Nur nosing the tent canvass curiously. He raised his big head when I approached, and gave a huff that sounded oddly disinterested for a horse. I patted his velvety nose briefly, then went about rolling back up the tent and bedroll and tying it tight. Trying hard to dislodge the image of sun warmed scales from my mind. I was just hoisting up the saddle with both hands when Devaraj returned, his scarf hanging loose about his shoulders but otherwise fully dressed again. I couldn’t help the wandering eye that drifted down the edge of his low collar as he strode over.

“Excellent, thank you, Sera.” He praised me, taking the saddle from me and easily slinging it over Nur’s back. The draft bobbed his head almost eagerly.

I was glad he had returned when he did; I wasn’t sure I would easily be able to reach the big horse’s back. As he secured the straps, I gathered up the bags and bedroll over my shoulders and carried them over.

“Do you have… business in the next town?” I asked, curious despite myself. I realized suddenly that my opportunity to part ways with the reptilian man would be coming sooner than expected... It left me with a strange tingling regret in my chest.

“Not in the town, as such, but in their crypt.” He told me, taking the bundles and slinging them behind the saddle. I moved around to the other side to secure them there.

“Their crypt?” I echoed, surprised. 

“Yes, crypt is where-”

“I know what a crypt is,” I interrupted, and slipped under Nur’s neck to come around to the same side as him again, “But what business do you have at a crypt??”

His toothy grin returned. “Ah, I am what my people call a prizrasha. A… charmer, I suppose would be the best translation. Of spirits.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Yes? Do you need to pass?” He looked at me, his fierce eyes curious. “Why do you say ‘excuse me’? Do you need some time to yourself?”

“No.. I mean... “ I shook my head, blinking stupidly a few times trying to sort myself out. “I-I said it like… excuse me, as in I’m not sure… I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“Ah! Excellent, I did not know this.” He started to turn back to finishing securing the saddle and removing Nur’s hobble. “I said I was a prizrasha, as my people call us. And we are spirit charmers.”

“Y-yes, I heard the words,” I stammered, stepping out of the way as he moved to secure the reins and flip them over the gelding’s head, “I’m just not certain I understand what you mean by… “spirit charmers”.”

“Hmm.” He patted Nur’s flank, turning to look at me. “I suppose it is a rather inadequate description.” He stood by his mount’s head, taking up the reins and jerking his chin towards the road as he began to lead him out. “What is it that your people call ‘spirits’?”

“A ghost.” I replied, following him hesitantly. “A phantom. The… spirit of someone who has died that lingers on this plane.” I tried to keep the shiver from my voice.

He nodded along as I spoke. “I believe I see. This is a part of it, I am sure. However, I suppose the translation is poor… Nessiim have a stronger word for it. The dushrasha. It is the spirit of those who have passed, yes, but it is also in those still living.” He paused, seeming to struggle for words. “It is… hard to explain in this tongue.”

“So… What is it that you do with the… dushrasha?” I asked timidly, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. If I had thought him strange before, I certainly found my previous thoughts on him downright dull compared to them now.

“I charm them.” He replied, his voice light with the teasing tone returned to it. “A prizrasha speaks to the spirit and can cure what ails it. It is a form of healing that is not limited to the living.”

We had reached the road now, and Devaraj pivoted Nur to face the right direction before turning to me. I took a step back warily, then stopped myself. I placed a steadying hand on the draft’s flank, turning over his words in my head.

“... I-I’m still not sure I understand what it is you do-”

“It is rather simple, I suppose,” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at me with his head tilted to the side, “A prizrasha is uniquely skilled at dealing with all manner of things. Sometimes, I am called to deal with a so-called malevolent spirit, other times to heal someone deeply scarred beyond the reach of local healers. Yet other times, to deal with untamable beasts.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but was silenced by the gasp that escaped instead as he hoisted me up, his big hands scooping around my waist, and sat me at the horn of the saddle. I quickly adjusted, swinging one leg over so I could properly sit rather than riding side-saddle again. A breath later the leather squeaked as he bounded up into place behind me. I tried not to stiffen as I felt the rough material of his tunic brush my back. Nur was already moving before he had fully settled, eager to be off.

“And for this particular… job?” I managed, my voice whisper soft.

“A dushrasha has been harassing the town, or so I am told.” He explained. “I will be seeing what ails it, and hopefully helping it leave this plane to its final resting place.”

A shiver went down my spine, and I jumped a little as his big arm came around my hips. Perhaps it was meant as a reassuring gesture, but instead it had me swallowing the lump that formed in my throat at his words. It’s fine, I told myself, you’ll be leaving soon. It doesn’t matter what he does.

“Have I upset you?” He asked as he used his big thighs to steer Nur around a deep rut in the road. I was surprised that his voice sounded… concerned.

“Ah.. n-no shri.” I assured him, and hoped again that part of his strangeness did not extend to being able to detect a lie. “I am just… surprised…”

“Dushrasha are not evil, Sera, even those without a body left on the mortal plane.” He told me as we rode along. “Most are pained, or tied by some grief or unfinished business. In both the living and the dead.” I felt his chin come to rest on the top of my head. “Think of me as a Healer, though perhaps at times this word is also a stretch.”

I nodded, falling silent. Trying to reconcile with the writing snake that was my stomach turning knots in my gut. We rode quietly for a time, and I tried not to pay too much attention to the soft sensation of his chest rising and falling against my back. I jumped again as his arm coiled about my middle suddenly flexed.

“If you are afraid, Sera… Please do not be.” He told me, his muzzle now beside my ear. My eyes flicked to the corners, as if they would be able to see him from there without moving my head. His long tongue flicked out, nearly grazing my cheek as it did. “I will keep you safe. No harm shall come to you, I promise.”

I felt my blush returning, and dipped my chin down. A thousand different possible responses came to my lips, but I could abide by none of them passing beyond. So I remained silent, giving only another curt nod in response.

It mattered not, within another hour we were at our destination. A small hamlet with a dozen buildings or so clustered around a main field. There were other houses in the distance, likely farmers and hunters. I doubted there were many people here who did not live off the land. We rode over a crest in the hill, then down the long muddy road. Heads raised as we passed, and whispers were quickly exchanged. I saw more than a few shoulders tense and hands go for the nearest item passable for a weapon. I shifted in the saddle, but a glance over my shoulder did not reveal how Devaraj felt about his welcome.

We rode unmolested into the center of town, stopping beside the tavern (as indicated by an old swinging sign in the shape of a foaming mug over its door). Nur tossed his head and snorted in irritation, obviously displeased with the likelihood of being stalled again. He scooped one meaty hoof into the soft ground, tossing clumps behind him as Devaraj slid from the saddle behind me.

“Go and procure us some food, yes?” He told me as he helped me down from the saddle. “I will secure Nur and bring in our bags. Then we shall notify the town leaders that we have arrived.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the numerous eyes lingering on us as he dug through the purse at his hip and pressed a few coins into my hands. Based upon what I saw, I doubted very much we would need to announce our arrival.

But I did as I was told and turned to duck into the tavern. Ignoring the eyes following me and the whispers brushing just beneath the scope of my hearing. I wondered briefly how good Devaraj’s hearing was.

The tavern was dim, dusty, and in disrepair. There were a few patchy holes in the rafters that allowed thin beams of broken sunlight to filter past the old wooden frame and hit the dirt ground below, and were the main source of late as the windows were far too grimy to provide much. A spattering of tables, mostly empty save for a few seedy sorts nursing chipped mugs, and a greasy bar at the far wall that looked as though it had seen better days. A few heads raised as the door thunked closed behind me, but interest was quickly lost in favor of whatever content they sipped from their cups. I made my way over to the bar, where a large bellied man sat rubbing at a mug with a dirty cloth.

“Ay, miss, what’ll ye need?” He asked as I approached, his voice gruff but polite.

I nodded to him in greeting. “Two breakfast plates. Sausage, egg, biscuits. The whole works if you have it.”

He returned my nod, placing the cup on the counter and slinging the cloth over his shoulder. “No’ a problem, miss. That’ll be three piece, yeah?” When I dropped the coin in his extended meaty hand, he gave me a cheery, broken toothed grin. “Ye’ll be wanting something to wet yer palate too?”

“Ale would be fine.” I replied, leaning against the bar for a moment and glancing around. The man disappeared into the back room, and I heard pots clanging and the creak of a stove cover opening.

I lingered for a minute on my meal request. Wondering if it would be sufficient. After all, I had forgotten to ask what Nessiim ate. I chewed over this for another moment, before a sudden wave of realization washed over me like a bucket of cold water splashed at my back. This was my opportunity. Devaraj would be otherwise occupied, and I could easily make myself scarce even in a town as small as this. Maybe even catch a ride with a traveling merchant or farmer to the next town. Certainly I didn’t want to have anything to do with his… work. A shiver worked its way down my spine at the thought of our earlier conversation. But it was quickly replaced by the skipping beat of my heart in my breast at the memory of his muzzle next to my ear… I will keep you safe. No harm shall come to you, I promise... I rubbed my fingers against the worn wood of the bar, trying and failing to assess why I suddenly felt so reluctant to leave. I had always been on my own, for as long as I could remember. What could possibly make me want to change that now? I glanced about again as my anxiousness rose, and my palms itched to relieve the room of their valuables, sparse as the pickings would be. Something to take my mind off… I shook my head and sighed. Resisting the urge.

The door thunked open again and I peeked over my shoulder to watch the reptilian man duck his huge horned head to fit beneath its frame. His entrance had the current patrons reacting much differently than my own; I saw them stiffen, uncurling from over their drinks and wary scowls quickly forming on their lips. If he noticed, Devaraj made no indication. His sharp yellow eyes settled on me and he gave a gentle nod before making his way over to an empty corner table. The closest adjacent table’s occupants quickly took their leave, gathering their things and scuttling to another table. I frowned, surprised by the abject fear I felt wafting off the patrons. Sure, he was an unusual specimen. But he was hardly aggressive looking... Or was I simply biased now?

I pivoted to attend to the barkeep, who’s return had returned preceded by the creaking of hinges from the kitchen door. He had two iron plates piled high with greasy looking food, and he plopped them down in front of me.

“Lemme get yer ale, Miss.” He told me. I returned a polite smile.

“Hey! Scaly!” Came a loud voice from behind me, and I stiffened slightly. “What the hell is wrong with you? You some sort of… devil spawn?”

I turned in time to see one of the burlier men approaching the corner table boldly. His shirt was stained and filled with holes, and he had a large crooked nose he looked down to glare at Devaraj. He had nothing on my companion’s muscle, but was certainly tall and heavy set enough to cause trouble.

“Indeed not, sir.” Came the thick reply, and I noticed the reptilian man’s usually airy tone had been replaced by a twitchingly harsh edge.

“Don’t ‘sir’ me, scales. I’m not your sir.” Growled the man. “We don’t let devils around here.”

Devaraj blinked slowly at the man, and I noticed his long tongue dart out briefly. The man stiffened at the sight, his eyes widening by a hair. But then he gritted his teeth, and I noticed his fists ball. I quickly gathered the plates in hand and bustled over to the table.

“Apologies for the delay,” I told Devaraj quickly, laying a plate in front of him and deftly putting my body between him and the irritated patron, “I hope this will be to your satisfaction.”

“Oi!” Came the expected grunt from behind me. I turned, pretending to just have noticed the man. He looked me up and down, scowling. But I saw a seed of doubt forming in his eyes. “.. You know this beast?”

“Beast?” I scoffed, hand to my chest, “By all that is holy, you must be joking. You mean you don’t recognize him?? You are the true beast if you would think him as much!”

The man blinked stupidly, my insult flying over his head. “...Eh?”

I placed my hands on my hips. “Well, I do apologize, I had believed you to be a traveled and educated man who would know a Spirit Charmer when he saw one!” My dry tone was lost on him, and I sighed deeply. “And here we are, summoned by your own leaders and treated to such disrespect!”

I noticed the rest of the room suddenly rapt with full attention. I squared my shoulders and craned my neck up to look at the man before me. I saw him glance around to his companions, becoming more uncertain by the minute. He reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“... Spirit Charmer, you say?”

“Yes! One of the best, for which I am certain you are all proud that your leaders were able to procure one of such notoriety!” I cocked my head to the side at him. “Unless we were mistakenly misinformed to your… troubles.”

I saw more than a few more spines stiffen, and the barkeep came slowly over with the two mugs of ale. I saw him eye Devaraj warily, then turned his attention back to me.

“Yer here about the spirit at the craig crypts?” He asked tentatively, placing the mugs on the table.

“The very ones.” I bluffed, hoping that was indeed what we were here for. “Have you been plagued long?”

The barkeep and his patron exchanged a look, and the crooked nosed man nodded slowly. “Ay, miss, we have. There’s a terrible keening most nights, and the things’ been killing sheep now… We’re worried it might be takin’ the children next.”

“Has anyone passed lately?” Devaraj asked, speaking up for the first time. “Or has the crypt been disturbed?”

“...There’s an old legend of a man who lived out by the craigs...” The barkeep answered hesitantly, glancing at the scaled man over my shoulder. “Folks’ be suspectin’ its his angry spirit hanging about.”

“Well then, it seems like my employer and I arrived just in time.” I exclaimed, hoping no one saw the nervous shiver down my spine at the mention of the spirit. “... Unless of course you’ve found an alternative method to deal with your spirit? We have many demands for his skills and would be happy to be on our way-”

“N-no ma’am… ah, miss…” The barkeep held up his hands, and even the crooked nosed patron shook his head sheepishly. “We be right glad yer… ‘employer’ is here.”

I cocked my head to the side again. “Are you now? Pardon, I was a bit confused by our welcome.”

When I looked pointedly at the other man, his face ruddied and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Beggin’ your pardon, Miss… Sir,” He looked over my shoulder at Devaraj, bowing his head humbly, “I didn’t know… I won’t bother you further…” He bowed his head and quickly scuttled out the door.

“I am right sorry fer Kam, there,” the barkeep continued as the other patrons made a point to go back to whatever had been occupying them before, “None of us ‘ave been gettin’ a good sleep, right? An’ we havena seen a… a Spirit Charmer before…”

I stepped to the side, moving to take the bench across from Devaraj. “Certainly understandable, such a profession is rare in these parts, I am told, which is why it was wise of your leaders to send for one.” I looked him over, staying on my feet a moment longer. “My employer and I have travelled a long way to be here, I hope it is alright that we take a meal before speaking with them?”

“N-not at all!” He exclaimed, bobbing his fat chin nervously. I saw his eyes flicker back over to Devaraj, but quickly dropped his gaze. “We’re on edge, sir, I hope ye understand. Wut with all the… activity in the area.”

Devaraj nodded his long chin, but otherwise said nothing. The barkeep stuttered out a final apology as well as a farewell, then moved back to his place at the bar. Leaving us alone to our meal. I picked up the biscuit, which was still warm from the oven, and broke it in half between my hands. An uneasy murmur had settled through the tavern, but other than a curious eye here and there, we were left to ourselves.

“That was expertly handled, Sera,” Mused my companion quietly, picking up his mug and giving it a curious sniff, “I do not believe I have ever had such an easy introduction.”

I scoffed softly, staring down at my food and chewing slowly. “That was easy?”

“By comparison, yes.” I peeked up at him through my lashes to see his elongated mouth stretching into a closed mouth smile. “I am pleased you decided to take my employment offer.”

I nodded lightly, hiding a blush and the stab of guilt that came from the thought of what might have happened had I decided to abandon him just a short while earlier… I took a quiet sip of my ale, then gestured to his plate after I replaced my cup on the table.

“I-I wasn’t sure if you would mind a traditional breakfast… Do you have a food preference?”

He chuckled lightly, and I watched as he took a bite of the sausage. “I do not. I am content with whatever meal I can procure. Though I must say,” He managed to smack his scaly lips, “This is better than I have yet had in your lands. It smells quite good.”

Another stab of guilt, wondering exactly had he been eating before that this greasy slop seemed so decadent to him. I swallowed my mouthful and took up another. As I took another swig of my ale, I used the opportunity to glance about again discretely. But it seemed we would not be bothered again, though I was certain our appearance would still be on the villagers’ lips for many days to come.

“You are good at this, Sera,” He intoned, and I turned my attention back to him, “One day in and you have already proved your worth tenfold.” He tilted his big horned head to the side and snaked his long tongue out at me. “Perhaps you deserve a raise.”

I choked on a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “You haven’t paid me yet… Besides, I’d settle for my own bedroll…” A blush rose to my cheeks. “And a horse… if possible.”

“Hmmm.” Came his response, and his thin nostrils flared slightly. “I will miss your warmth when we ride, but understand it might not be most ideal for you.” A finalizing nod. “We shall procure you a mount before we depart then.”

“H-how long will that be?” I asked curiously.

“Depends on the situation with this spirit. But I suspect it shan’t be more than a day or two at most to soothe its ails and bring some peace back to this town.” He took a large mouthful, scarfing it back with a pleased rumble in his deep chest. I watched his throat ripple as he swallowed. “There will be a contract ready by the time we finish, I am certain.”

That gave me a start. “... We?”

His toothy grin returned. “But of course! I shall be most grateful for your assistance, Sera!”

I pushed my plate away, unfinished. Suddenly having lost my appetite.

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UPDATE: Part Three HERE

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Lythikan Liaison 2

After the death of Jackson Walker, Bastien Lykel finds himself with time to kill in the duchy of Lythikos. He strikes up an acquaintance with a female member of the Lythikan Guard.

Word Count 3714

Pairing  Bastien x OC x ???

A/N NS*W no under 18s please Scenes of a sexual nature from the beginning under the cut; threesome (FMF)

2 Three’s not a Crowd

Bastien snapped awake, aware of being in an unfamiliar room and of the person next to him stirring. For the first time since his mentor’s death he had managed a night’s sleep without flashbacks. For a split second he couldn’t remember where he was, but then his memory kicked in and he let himself relax, stretching his arm up over his head and settling his palm behind his neck. The room was cool, but he preferred that to waking up hot in a heated room.

‘Good morning, King’s man’ Marcia murmured, disappearing under the bedclothes. He tensed for a moment as he realised she was going down on him, then surrendered to her ministrations. He was more than a mouthful, but she was both enthusiastic and skilled, and he was surprised how quickly he came. She swallowed and came back up for air, licking her lips. Propping herself up beside him, she reached out to his forehead, but again he stopped her from touching his hair.

‘You’ll have to let me when you return the favour’ she said huskily, and reluctantly he let her go, watching her as she reached out to gently run her fingers though his hair. She gave a slow smile.

‘No pulling’ he said as he untangled her fingers and leaned down under the covers to press his lips to her belly and work his way lower. She sighed with satisfaction and threw her thighs wide for him to taste and tease her. She wasn’t quiet and was easy to read. Her hand went to his head, and she pressed her palm to his scalp, fingers drumming as she approached her own climax. Like his own release, it was easy and quick, and they lay side by side afterwards. She was the first to sit up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and putting on a warm robe, reaching under the bed for thick socks. He sat up and watched her with a pang of regret, wanting somehow to stay longer - until his belly rumbled. She laughed and threw another robe and thick woollen socks on the bed.

‘Here, King’s man, wear this. I’ll start the coffee and make oatmeal’ She left the room and he rose, shrugging on the garment which fitted reasonably well as she was a well built woman. He had gathered his scattered clothes the night before and folded them neatly, putting them on a chair in the bedroom. He retrieved his boxer shorts, wrinkling his nose at having to wear them again, but there was no help for it. After going to the bathroom he emerged into a narrow hallway and counted the doors as he made his way toward the main room. He heard her clattering around in the tiny kitchen which adjoined the lounge and stood in the doorway watching her.

‘How many of you live here?’ he asked. She handed him a cup of hot black coffee, indicating cream and sugar on the worktop, but he waved his hand to reject them.

‘There’s my companion Angela, who you met, and our foster son. He’s away at the training academy right now, but he’ll be back in a couple of days’ His stomach clenched and he sipped the strong black brew.

‘Foster son?’ he asked

‘Yes, we’re more his mentors than his guardians as you’d understand it. He’s applied to train for the guard and the two of us support him. It’s common practice here in Lythikos. We get this cabin and a small stipend in return, otherwise we’d be living in the barracks.’

‘His parents?’ he asked as she turned back to the stove to stir the pot of oatmeal, tossing in some dried fruit and nuts.

‘He’s an orphan.’ she said shortly, and he sensed it was time to stop asking questions before he gave out his own secrets. He didn’t hide the fact that he had been fostered, but it wasn’t something that he bandied about casually and he had only just met this woman. He just nodded and sat at the table, leaning back into the wooden chair and watching her cook in comfortable silence. Before long she had ladled out the food into two bowls and brought it across, pouring a little cream into hers before taking a spoonful. He tasted it and decided it was sufficient as was. He hunched over it, eating slowly so he didn’t overload his digestion.

‘So, do you want to come hunting with me?’ she asked ‘You can use Angela’s rifle if you don’t have your own gun’

‘I wasn’t expecting to hunt’ he admitted ‘But it sounds good. What sort of game do you expect to bag?’ she shrugged.

‘Deer if we’re lucky, rabbit if not. If we encounter any boar it’s best to leave them, they can get nasty. It’s more of a group effort getting those beasts’

‘Do we need to travel far?’

‘No, we just need to go to the other side of the valley, half an hour’s drive. This side has snow cover, the other is wooded so it’s great for game’ He nodded approvingly.

‘I’m in’ he said ‘I’d better let my Captain know what I’m doing but I don’t think he’ll object. I’ll have to go back to my billet to get a change of clothes too.’

‘Okay, you do that when you’ve finished eating and I’ll pick you up in an hour’

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It was mid afternoon and the winter light was fading when they drove one of the Lythikan Guard’s SUVs back to her cabin with a few rabbits and a young deer. He had been the one to bring down the deer but he didn’t quite match her skill with the rifle. She regularly hunted for the pot, whereas most of the time when he handled firearms it was a handgun on targets in the Guards’ shooting range. She handed over their contribution to the head of her cabin’s block, a dark haired older man called Greg. He grunted at the sight of the deer.

‘That’s a good size, folk will be pleased to have venison. We’ve got a bit of hog left if you want to help yourself, and there’s plenty of vegetable stew.’ He looked at Bastien. ‘I’ve seen you with Jackson. I was sorry to hear he fell in service. He was a good hunter himself though he didn’t get much chance once he’d been promoted to Captain’ Bastien nodded, not sure how to answer him, but he was spared the effort as a younger man walked up to assess the kill and take it away to be butchered for the pot.

Marcia led Bastien to the centre of the common to the cooking fire, which was not entirely open to the elements as it was sheltered by a wooden frame which had a tarpaulin roof and moveable wooden panels to shield it from any wind. A spit with pork on it stood at the edge of the fire to keep warm, while a pot was suspended at the centre of the fire, bubbling with an aromatic smell of meat and vegetables. A table stood beside it with a few ceramic crocks. She filled one with fragrant stew from the huge cauldron and sliced up a few pieces of pork and beckoned him to follow her back to her cabin.

They had eaten bread, cheese and tart apples when they’d taken a break from tracking deer, and the aroma of the hot food made his mouth water. They sat at the kitchen table as before with two bowls, and no sooner had they settled than Bastien heard the main door open then slam shut.

‘Marcie, I’m home!’ The voice was that of a young man, and he burst into the room, smile fading as he saw Bastien, who stood politely to greet him. As quick as he was, Marcia was faster, getting up and running across the room to embrace the gangly youth, who looked warily at Bastien over her shoulder.

‘Marco, you’re back early’ she cried, then drew back to hold him at arms length, regarding him with concern ‘What did you do?’ she asked. He snorted.

‘Finished top of all my classes’ he boasted ‘So they let me off.’ She pursed her lips sceptically, and the boy nodded at her guest ‘Who’s this?’

‘Marco, this is Bastien, he’s a King’s Guard. I took him hunting today’ she smiled ‘Thanks to him, we’ll have venison tomorrow’ Bastien stepped away from the table, extending his hand in the Lythican handshake he’d learned from his mentor, remembering his words. ‘Always do it like this, Lykel, one hand, then the other on top of it. It indicates you’ve no weapon and you’re not a threat. It will win you respect’ He hoped he was applying the correct pressure – too tight and you were communicating your superiority, too soft and you showed weakness. He judged that he should give firm but equal pressure because although he was the boy’s elder, he was a stranger in the house and non Lythikan.

‘Sir’ Marco intoned cautiously.

‘Take your coat off and come and have some stew’ Marcia said ‘I got extra for Angela but  you can have it. She can get her own when she comes off shift’ Marcia smiled weakly at Bastien as the boy turned to go back into the hall.

‘I thought we’d have more time alone’ she said quietly ‘But it’s good to have him home’ Bastien wondered where he’d be sleeping that night, a little disappointed at the thought of losing her companionship. They had worked well together when they hunted, and like him she was the kind of person who didn’t feel the need to fill silence with empty words. The sex had been more than satisfying, but he was used to going without for long periods. It was a shame nonetheless.

Marco came back and drew up a chair while Marcia served out the rest of the stew and pork, adding a crust of bread for each of them. The three of them ate, silently at first, then Marcia began to ask Marco about his studies. Bastien watched the two of them, feeling that he should leave them to their talk. He was first to finish, and took his bowl to clean it.

‘I imagine the academy is similar to the one at the capitol’ Marcia remarked to him.

‘I’m not sure, as I’ve not been there myself’ he replied ‘It’s likely.’

‘It can’t be that long since you graduated’ she continued

‘I had three years training for the King’s Guard. I didn’t start there until I was eighteen’

‘Oh’ she replied ‘Military training starts at sixteen in Lythikos’ She and Marco had finished eating, and he took their bowls too.  

‘I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.’ he went on, seeing the young man regarding him curiously ‘I trained in karate when I was fifteen, and my foster parents encouraged me to join the Guard, although he was a maths teacher and my foster mother was an artist. It was a good decision – my job is very important to me.’ Marco looked up at him as he finished eating.

‘You’re fostered too?’ he asked, and Bastien nodded.

‘That’s right. I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was thirteen’ Marcia and her ward exchanged glances.

‘I’m sorry to hear that’ Marcia said ‘Marco’s parents died in an avalanche when the resort was being built’

‘That was unfortunate’ he said sympathetically. Marcia rose and doled out apples in the silence that followed. Bastien didn’t particularly want one, but took his as a good example for Marco.

‘I know I just got back’ Marco said, munching the crisp but sour fruit ‘But Brett invited me over. I thought if I went there tonight, I could spend Christmastide here’ He referred to Christmas and the day before and after, a traditional Lythican holiday. It reminded Bastien that there wasn’t much time before he could get back to the Palace and check up on the Walker family.

‘Were you thinking of a sleepover?’ she asked.

‘That’s right. He’s struggling with military history and he wanted me to help him with his assignment’

‘Is his sister Lydia at home?’ Marcia asked, and the young man blushed scarlet. Bastien tried to hide a smile, recognising that Marco most probably had a crush on the sister and was trying to find a way to impress her. Marcia’s eyes narrowed, and he looked sheepish, knowing she’d seen right through him. She reached out and slapped his shoulder.

‘Okay Marco, but just the one night. If I hear you’ve got into mischief, you’ll be grounded for the rest of the holiday, understand?’ He looked suitably grateful and embarrassed.

‘Thanks, Marcia. I promise not to get into trouble’ He threw his apple core into the compost caddy and loped out of the room. Marcia turned back to Bastien with a wide grin.

‘Looks like we have some more time together, King’s man. If you’ve nothing better to do’ He raised his chin and cocked an eyebrow.

‘I’ve not heard from my Captain, so my guess is I’m not needed’ he said in a neutral tone. She moved closer to him and spoke quietly.

‘Angela will be back soon. Perhaps you’d like to get to know her better’ His mind reeled as she nudged him ‘The bed’s plenty big for three, you know’ He swallowed – he wasn’t a stranger to threesomes, or moresomes for that matter, but he wondered if he could take on two Lythikan women. She seemed to read his mind ‘We’ll be gentle with you’ she murmured in his ear. He gripped the edge of the table and hoped he was up to the task, because he had no intention of backing down…

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‘Marcie!’ This time when Bastien heard the main door open and shut, the voice was female. Marco was gone, and he and Marcia were drinking wine. He stood as Angela, who had paused in the hall to remove her cloak, entered the room and raked him with her gaze. ‘Well well, you got a keeper here. Did you give him a good workout or have you been saving him for me?’ she purred. She was a little shorter and slighter than Marcia, fairer of skin and with pale brown hair, cropped as all the rest of the Lythikan Guard.

‘I think he’s got staying power, we’ve had a good time so far’ Marcia grinned ‘But don’t touch his hair, he doesn’t like it’ Bastien cleared his throat.

‘I always give my best, and I’ve yet to disappoint’ he asserted. ‘You can touch my hair, but don’t mess it up.’ he grinned and winked at Marcia as if sharing a private joke.

‘You’ll want to eat first’ Marica said, starting up for the kitchen, but Angela put her hand on her arm as she passed, stopping her. She leaned closer, still fixing Bastien with her gaze.

‘It’s fine, Captain laid on a spread for my shift. I’m good’ The two women smiled slowly and Bastien felt an urge to loosen his tie – except he wasn’t wearing one. He swallowed and squared up to the task, determined not to give way.

‘Well, ladies - shall we go to the bedroom?’ he suggested.

‘Whoa, whoa – hang on, King’s man. Let’s at least introduce ourselves’ said Angela. He tilted his head in apology.

‘Of course. Unless you want to persist with the nickname, the name’s Bastien Lykel’

‘A name that has merit. I’m Angela Firstfist’ she remarked, and advanced on him, stopping close. She raised her hand to his cheek. Their eyes locked and she leaned closer. He initiated the kiss, aware that he was outnumbered and needed to stay in control as much as possible, as we wasn’t sure just how much he could trust the two friends. She was an enthusiastic kisser, and her hand went to the back of his neck, open mouthed and with her tongue exploring. He became aware of Marcia moving behind him, and she also leaned into him, nuzzling at his neck and pressing her palms to his buttocks. He felt himself rapidly harden as the two women started to pull at his clothes. He followed suit, untucking Angela’s blouse and exploring her warm flesh.

The three of them worked at undressing each other, gasps and satisfied moans punctuating their movements. Angela sank to the couch and he followed her down as she parted her thighs and pulled him to kneel in front of her. He needed no prompting to start exploring with his tongue, and she proved to be only a little less noisy than her housemate. Marcia contributed with caresses and kisses to the both of them. Before she reached her climax, Angela stopped him, gasping and breathless. He raised his eyebrows at Marcia, who smiled.

‘It’s not your tongue she wants, King’s man’ she laughed. Angela pulled Bastien to sit on the coloured throw of the couch and pivoted to straddle him. She was slighter than Marcia, her breasts larger but her body toned and muscular. She reached down over her belly to wrap her fingers around his engorged member and her eyes lit up.

‘You were right Marcie, he’s more than a handful’ she bit her lip in anticipation as Marcia produced a condom, ripping the packet open for her. She sat back to roll it over him and repositioned herself. ‘We usually please ourselves’ she explained to him ‘but every now and again a man takes our eye and we take him out for a spin. You’re a lucky man.’ Marcia caressed Angela’s shoulders and nuzzled at her neck as she guided Bastien to her entrance, slowly sinking onto him. She wasn’t as tight as Marcia, but it was still a snug fit, and she rolled her eyes in bliss. He put his hands to her hips to steady her as she began a slow rising and falling. Marcia’s hand wandered between her thighs  as she watched them pick up speed, sighing with passion.

Bastien remembered what the madam of the Greek brothel he visited each year told him. He had gone there for advice on how to manage his size, being more than average in length and girth, and she had offered for him to spend a week annually, helping to train her girls in how to handle larger men. She had told him that in order to last longer, he should think of something distracting – a list of the monarchs of Cordonia or the duchies and their current dukes – anything boring and banal. He listened to Angela’s sighs and gasps as he thought of other things, and timed it perfectly to hold off until he was sure she was ready. She came with a great cry, writhing and arching, pulsing around him and triggering his orgasm. They slowed and came to a stop, letting their breath settle before she climbed off him and he made his way to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the condom.

As he left the bathroom Marcia was waiting for him with an open mouthed kiss and lead him to the bedroom. They lay resting for a while, the two women either side of him, stroking him back to hardness. That didn’t take long – he had good recovery, and having twice as much stimulation as normal made it even easier.

’Have you been with two women before?’ Angela asked.

‘More than two’ he asserted, and Marcia laughed out loud.

‘I picked a good one. It makes up for your friend refusing Angela’

‘I’m sorry for that’ Bastien replied ‘He’s thinking of proposing to his girlfriend.’ Marcia frowned.

‘They allow marriage in the King’s guard? We don’t have that privilege. We have to be devoted to our jobs.’

‘It’s not common, but it’s allowed’

‘Would you have said yes if we’d both approached you last night?’

‘To be honest, I’m not sure. You Lythikans have a reputation, but I don’t usually back down from a challenge’

‘What would make you back down?’ Angela asked.

‘Knowing I’d lose for sure. It’s not worth the energy’ He turned toward Marcia ‘I believe you’ve missed out so far. Do you have any preferences?’ Her eyes darkened.

‘There is one position I like, but I’ll add to it a little. Just follow our lead’ She moved over to her housemate and whispered in her ear. Angela smiled and lay on her back, thighs open, and Marcia went down on her on all fours. Bastien grunted as he understood what she wanted, and went to the bedside table to retrieve another condom before he knelt behind her. He stroked her buttocks and ran his fingers over her sex, delving inside so she writhed and moaned as she in turn paid attention to the other woman.

The position was a real test of his endurance, as it was one of his favourites and he had to be sensitive to his partner. He couldn’t be too rough, though he was sure she would adjust and adapt to what he did. Her attention was split between them as he eased inside her. He went slow and gentle. The sounds the two women made threatened to push him over the edge, so he concentrated on remembering the duty roster he’d had to organise the week before. Angela gasped and thrashed under Marcia’s tongue, and came noisily. Marcia pulled her head away, panting with passion.

‘Harder, King’s man, harder’ she moaned as Angela rolled away and lay watching them, eyelids hooded, gaze slightly vacant in her afterglow. Bastien picked up speed, gripping Marcia’s hips, thankful for the firm mattress the Lythikan guard favoured. It gave him more purchase than a soft one, and he was soon pounding into her as she gasped and moaned in pleasure. At last he felt the flutter that signalled her climax, and he let himself go with a grunt, slowing and stopping as Marcia sank to the mattress, trembling and moaning. He mustered the last of his strength to dispose of the condom, and joined the two women in a tangle of limbs and bedclothes, swiftly slipping into a satisfied slumber.

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[aureumjeon]

Wonderland (M) || JJK || Oneshot

♡Pairing: Jungkook x Reader. ♡AU: Best friends to Lover AU. ♡Genre/Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and Smut, Fingering, Oral (Both end receiving) ♡ Word count - 6K

You’ve known Jeongguk for at least 7 years now. And it took you forever to realize that you were truly, madly and deeply in love with your best friend. 

(A/N: Go listen to John Mayer’s “Wonderland.”  I hope you enjoy this cliched and not so uncommon fic. hehehe I'm sorry if the reader's an insecure mess. I added a few of my personal insecurities so that I can make the story on a more personal and emotional level.)

"What else do we need?" You stated as you pulled the bowl of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave. It was about 3:48 in the afternoon and while you were waiting for Jeongguk, your best friend of 7 years to arrive, you decided to get everything ready for your movie marathon that's held every Friday. You made a mental note of everything you guys might need "Chips? Check. Popcorn? Check. Soda? Check." You arranged all the mentioned items neatly on the surface of the living room table.  

"I already ordered pizza which will probably arrive in about a 1 hour. So..." You turned around, now face to face with your long-time enemy, the sofa. "You got this, Y/N." You unhinged the lock at both sides of the furniture and gripped its underside tightly followed by a strong pull "Ahhhh-" You heard the clicking sound that indicated the release of the lock mechanism allowing you to pull it upward then lay it flat. "Not today, sofa." You chuckled and made your way to your room to get your newly washed fluffy cream blanket and matching pillows to go with it.

It was a gift from Jeongguk last Christmas and you found yourselves using it every Friday or whenever Jeongguk decided to sleep over. With much delight and excitement, you delicately made your not-so-appealing 4-year old sofa bed that you promised yourself at least 10 times now that you'd get it replaced once your paycheck arrives, a little bit more comfortable to look at. The two pillows side by side against the backrest and the fluffy blanket perfectly draped over the rest of its structure.  

"Y/N!" a voice called out accompanied by the sound of loud knocking filled your small apartment "Sheesh. I'm here!" You shouted while sprinting towards the door unlocking it as fast as you can to avoid disrupting your neighbors. The door sprung open and you were met with an excited Jeongguk. He pulled you into a warm hug and the smell of his body wash immediately invades your nostrils as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Not that you hated it, in fact, you loved how he always smelt like peppermint and cinnamon. Having his arms around you and being completely immersed in his scent gave you a weird feeling, not the bad kind though. You never managed to figure out why it happens, so you just shrugged it off every time thinking to yourself that it was no big deal.

Finally, he released you from the hug and said: "Missed you so bad." And a soft smile made its way on his lips. "I missed you, too." You replied cheeks tinted pink. "What should we watch?" You added while fiddling with the strings of his black puma hoodie. "Whatever you want." He grinned "It's your turn to choose the movie, ya know."

You walked over to the sofa and belly flopped yourself onto the squeaky mattress. Jeongguk noticed that your silk camisole rose a tad bit, exposing the small curve of your back. His eyes widened at the sight of your skin and couldn't help but bite his lower lip. "What are you waiting for?" You stated while patting the empty side of the sofa, gesturing him to come and sit next to you. Your words seemed to knock him back to his senses. "Ah--" there was a pause "Yeah.." His words were faint as he cautiously made his way over to your direction.

"Horror, romance or comedy?" You asked while the remote was in your hand, browsing through the list of movies on Netflix. "Any." He replied, leaning his body against the backrest and making himself comfortable. "This one!" You cheerfully exclaimed, eyes fixed on the TV screen which was frozen to a chick-flick titled  "To All The Boys I've Loved Before.". Jeongguk couldn't help but smile seeing this side of yours. "Jimin watched this one with his girlfriend the other day and told me that it was a solid 9/10."  You looked at him with serious eyes and added  "And Jimin hates romance films." voice low and over-dramatic. Jeongguk bit his bottom lip hard, cheeks puffing out trying to suppress the laughter climbing out of his chest. It was useless though, within a matter of seconds he was uncontrollably wheezing from the lack of air. 

There it is, you thought to yourself. A smile crept its way onto your lips. There was a lot of things you like about your best friend; his angelic voice and the way he sings to you every time you go to karaoke; the not-so-funny jokes and puns he makes which he insisted were his, only to find out he got them from his senior, Jin; the funny faces he would make to cheer you up whenever you were down; but among all the things you like about Jeongguk, the way he laughed was your favorite.

The way his eyes disappear into crescent-shaped lines, completely wrinkled at the end. OH. The way his big cute nose would scrunch up in the middle of his face. MY. His The way his two front teeth, resembling those of a bunny, would become more obvious as the smile on his face widens. GOD. That's it. A light switch in your head was turned on. That was all you needed to confirm the feeling boiling inside you whenever you were with him. You couldn't believe that it took you so long to figure it out, after all the things that had been going through your head, only now you realize that you were truly, madly and stupidly in love with your best friend.

It felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs, your blood started to rush to your face. You can feel your cheeks starting to burn under your skin. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jeongguk asked voice laced with concern. You blinked twice looking all confused. "Are you sick?" He looked more flustered with the way you responded to his question and immediately moved a hand on your forehead. "You don't have a fever." He sighed in relief. "My head hurts a bit." You chuckled awkwardly hoping he wouldn't see right through you. "Wasn't able to sleep last night." A tired smile appeared your face.

To your surprise, Jeongguk stood up and carried you in his arms bridal style. "Wait! What are you doing, Gguk?" You shrieked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping not to fall. "Movie's cancelled." He stated, making his way to your bedroom. He gently kicked the door open and entered your room. The moment his knees hit the side of your bed, Jeongguk carefully put you down on the soft mattress. With no hesitation whatsoever, he hovered himself over you, face dangerously close to yours and laid down on the other side of the bed. You tried to hide the fact that you were freaking out, on the inside at least "What about the movie?" You whined arms crossed and faced your back towards him.

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at your child like attitude. "Meh" Jeongguk replied, his hands tracing over the curve of your hips. His movements sent shivers down your spine and core. You closed your eyes and held your breath, wishing for whatever he was doing to end. It didn't. It only got worse. His hand was now on your stomach, caressing it. Your eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer to him. Your back was now pressed against his chest, butt merely inches away from his manhood and you pray to God that he doesn't feel your heart rapidly beating inside your rib cage. "I like this better anyway." He added, warm breath dancing behind your ear as he drowned himself with the scent of your shampoo, burying his face in your soft locks.

"Y/N..." He hummed. "W-- What?" Your words were broken, voice slightly agitated. "I love the way you smell.." He pulled you closer again, this time you were glued to each other. Your clothes were the only thing separating you from touching skin to skin. And with that, your breath hitched a new height and your mouth went dry. This wasn't new to you and surely this wasn't the first time you were in the same bed with your best friend.

In fact, you've done it plenty of times. Too many to count, frankly speaking. Sleepovers, parties and even family vacations, you two were inseparable, always wanting to be together every chance you had since both of you were 11 years old. Knowing your true feelings for Jeongguk now, made it more complicated. Before it was just about having fun and enjoying the company of a friend but now there were more hidden intentions behind every moment to come. 

"Jeongguk..." You wiggled your body, trying to loosen his hug, sucks for you he only tightens it more after your attempt of breaking free. "Heyyy...." He giggled  "Stop squirming, Y/N... You're not a worm." He joked. You sighed loud enough so that he can here. "What's wrong? I thought you were tired." He purred. "I am.. But..."  You paused, trying to come up with an answer. "But what?" Jeongguk asked, his right hand now wedged between your thighs. Fuck, you screamed in your thoughts. The feeling of his hands on your skin was electrifying. Shock waves were coursing through your veins, sending signals to your core. The way your underwear was sticking to your folds was extremely troubling. There's no way in hell that you would reach down your shorts and fix your underwear while Jeongguk was beside you.

You were fucking embarrassed at the way he got your panties soaked without even doing anything sexual. "I need to... to go the bathroom.." You insisted but Jeongguk was too stubborn to let go of you. "No." he hissed, squeezing your thigh. "Stop it...."  you pouted. The more he touched you, the more aroused you get. "You're making me feel uncomfortable..." You finally managed to spit it out. Jeongguk was actually shocked with your words, it felt like betrayal coming from you. He abruptly broke off from the hug. "What?" He questioned, holding himself up with one arm. You can feel his presence linger over you. You made sure that you will not turn around because you fucking bet that your face was red as hell and you didn't want Jeongguk to see you in this kind of state. 

"Y/N.." Jeongguk called out, voice cracked and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You wanted to turn to him, to look at him, to comfort him but you yourself weren't in the best state to do so. "Did I do something wrong?" He added. "No.. You did nothing wrong, Gguk." You lightly chuckled, trying to lift up the mood. "It's all me." You assured him. "You don’t have to worry about a thing. I'm sorry if I ruined the mood but today isn't really a good day. You can go home if you want. I can take care of myself." You concluded as you felt a lump in your throat when you spoke those words to him. Jeongguk's face was dazed. He thought of all the time you were together, trying to figure out what went wrong. He nit-picked every puzzle piece but none of them seemed to fit. Everything was perfect. Your relationship was perfect. You barely had fights, you almost agreed on everything besides the "does pineapple go with pizza" kind of shit, but other than that there was nothing he could come up with that would cause this sudden fall out between the two of you. He was utterly silent, he couldn't think of something to say. What if the words he says next would make things worst? What if he's hard hardheadedness makes you more upset with him? He didn't want to risk anything. He didn't want to risk losing you.

 "Okay.." He mumbled under his breath. "I'll guess I'll go. Sorry." He slowly stood up from the bed, smoothing the creases of his hoodie. "See you." was the last thing he said before exiting your room. The moment he stepped out of your room was the moment a wave of guilt crashed over you. Jeongguk didn't deserve to be treated this way. He doesn't deserve to be stood up like this just because you couldn't come clean with your feelings. A good friend was all that he has been to you. No, Actually he was the Best. He has been always by your side, from your first heartbreak to celebrating your first job, Jeongguk was there. No matter how busy he was, heck, even when he was in a relationship, he would always make time for you. And you were sure that you'd the same for him. And acting like a fucking brat is the exact opposite. 

 You crawled out of your bed as fast as you can, hoping the boy was still on the premises of the apartment. Quickly, you walked out of your room just in time to call out to him before he leaves through the door. "Ggukie." Was the nickname you gave him when you first met. He wasn't fond of it when other people call him that but when it's you, he surely doesn't mind. You took small steps towards him with your head faced down. Jeongguk literally looked like a deer caught in the headlights with the way his eyes were filled with shock, mouth slightly agape. "I thought you wanted me to leave.. " He sounded so sad and disappointed. You never thought that you, of all people, would ever make Jeongguk feel this way. Seeing him like this felt like a knife stabbed you through the heart. "I need to tell you something." You stated while pulling his hand, guiding him back to your room. He did not complain or contradicted, he simply obeyed and follow you. Once you were bad in the room you shut the door and said: "Sit down." 

He was still shaken up with the whole ordeal and remained quiet. You sat beside him and pick up his hand, pulling it closer to you and locked your fingers together with his. Jeongguk was mute the entire time, you knew he was like this. Whenever you had something to share or something to rant about, he would not speak or interfere. He would only listen. You didn't know why but he has always been that way. Because for him, seeing the way you light up when you tell him about the little things that happened to you that made you happy, made him happy too. And the way you'd pour your heart out whenever you were broken made him want to give you a piece of himself so you could put yourself back together again. But you didn't know because Jeongguk himself was quite hesitant to say anything, he didn't want to ruin the relationship he had with you with his own selfishness.

"Jeongguk.." You paused "I've known you since forever and I just...." Tears were forming in your eyes, your vision became blurry. The feeling of Jeongguk's hands holding yours tightly gave you comfort and strength to push through. "Just don't want to lose you.." Beads of water fell from your eyes and landed onto Jeongguk's hand. He wanted to say something but held himself back because he wanted to hear what you wanted to say first. "Promise me, whatever I say today won't change the way were are now." Your voice was barely there and he simply nodded in response. "I think I love you, Jeongguk. I know I shouldn't---" Your words were stopped by the boys figure pulling you into the tightest hug. "Huh????" You were bewildered by his sudden response. "Jeongguk?" You said, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I love you too, Y/N."

Your eyes shot open at his words. "What?" You question him again. He pulled away from the hug just enough to see your tear-stained face. Both of his hands made its way to your cheeks, wiping away any more wetness it could find. "I said,  I love you TOO." Your brain couldn't process anything right now. If there were flies in your room right now,  they would have surely made a home in your mouth that's hanging wide. "You love me too?" You asked, still not believing his words. He just shook his head with a shit eating grin on his face. "How many times do you want me to say it?" He chuckled as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. "I love you, a lot." He hummed. "For the longest time, too." He smiled from ear to ear. You were flabbergasted with the revelation unfolding before your eyes. "Hmmmm. Really?" You were skeptical "What happened to the girl you were dating a while back?" Your words were doubtful. "Didn't work out." He shrugged his shoulders "None of them did." He let himself get lost in your warmth again as he placed his head on your shoulder and continued "When I realized my feelings for you, I held myself back as best as I could cause I knew that this was a one-sided love kinda thing." A soft smile surfaced from his lips "I tried to date other girls but it didn't work out because they weren't you. I can't believe a day like this would come." He faced you, eyes glittering from euphoria. 

There was no more word said after that, only the sound of your lips crashing onto one another. The sound of hungry, needy and desperate kisses echoed in your room. Dominating you were Jeongguk’s wet and sloppy kisses filled with the intent to devour you whole. "You don’t know how much I wanted to kiss you." He moaned through your lips and with that, you replied a whine urging him to continue. His soft and plumped lips tasted like candy, insanely sweet. The flavor was completely whimsical, something you haven’t tasted before. Every contact leaves you wanting more. You've had your fair share of kisses before but this, this was the first that you felt completely drowned in the sensation of kissing itself. None of the boys you kissed before Jeongguk made you feel this way. You thought it couldn't get better than this but boy, you were completely wrong. 

 Another inexplicable feeling knocked you out again. The way his tongue danced with yours was truly spectacular, every move it made somehow synchronized with yours. As the saying goes, it really does take two to tango. You sucked at his wet muscle every time it went past your teeth. You couldn't help yourself but sank your teeth into it. Luckily, Jeongguk did not mind you biting his tongue, oddly enough it felt like bubble gum. The kissing continued for at least a few more minutes before Jeongguk finally snapped. In his thoughts, kissing wasn't enough. He needed to taste you; he needed to feel your body against his; he needed to be inside you. 

He pushed you further until your back hit the headboard. He licked a stripe over the line of your jaw, first peppering your neck with light kisses then sucking harshly at your flesh, to which purple marks bloomed immediately. Jeongguk stared at the bruise proudly and said: "It's only right to mark my territory." You simple laughed and swatted his arm. He chuckled and playfully said, "Better than peeing on you." Stunned by his words you jokingly flicked his forehead and stated: "Way to ruin the mood!". He rubbed the area of his forehead and insisted "I mean, it's not my thing but if that's what you're into maybe----" You stopped him just in time before he could say any more disgusting stuff and dragged him back to your neck. His lips automatically did what they were meant to do. 

He nipped at your collarbone with his teeth, forcing you to bit down on your lower lip. Occasionally adding a few licks here and there. He held onto the hem of your camisole and pushed it upward, only to be stopped by you. "Wait.." You shyly stated. "What's wrong, baby?" He questioned your actions. "It just that... Most of your past girlfriends were well-endowed and..." you gestured over to your small physique emphasizing on your minuscule breast "I'm a sold 4/10, heh." His smile turned into a frown after hearing what you just said. He held both of your hands, cradled it with his and said "Baby. I don't want you comparing yourself to anyone." His voice soft and assuring. "Especially my exes." He combed his fingers through your hair and went on saying "It was just pure coincidence that a few of them were well-endowed. I swear I don’t really have a preference when it comes to dating. And, none of them worked out. Wanna know why?" He paused, waiting for some kind of response from you "I guess I never truly loved them the way I love you. Maybe I was only looking for someone to help me get over you." He smiled. "What you are today, what you are tomorrow and what you will be in 10 years.. I love and will love all of it. Y/N, I love you." Jeongguk kissed your knuckles one by one. "No more comparing okay? You're the only one I want and the only one for me." 

He gripped your top again, successfully taking it off you. He marveled at the sight of your bare body. Eyes taking in every bit of detail, savoring the glorious moment. His line of sight flickered up and down. "I'll make you feel good with my hands. Trust me, okay?". You simply nodded. His hands gently caressed your face before moving down to your chest. His hand ghosted above your hardened nubs, when you felt his touch merge together with your skin, you quickly melted like putty in his grasp. His touch was warm and endearing, the one that can lull you to sleep if he wanted too. 

Your anxiety flew out the window the moment he touched you. You weren't scared or intimidated anymore. You felt safe; you felt secured under his ministration. You breath heaved high and low as his lips kissed your erect nipples. With one hand, he kneaded one breast it slowly while he sucked on the other. You felt like you were floating in the air, wind brushing against your body. He wanted you to feel confident about your body so he made sure that you were well taken care of. Not just physically, mentally too.

You hands magically found itself tangled with his soft black locks, coaxing him to indulge more. He pulled away and placed both of his hands back on you mounds, drawing tiny circles around the areola, making you giggle. He took the nubs and played with it with his thumb and index finger. You tried your best not to make any noise and it was written all over your face. "No need to hold it in, baby. Let me hear you moan. I bet you sound so good when you say my name." He encouraged you well enough for you to release a sweet moan from your lips. The sound of your vulnerable voice made all the blood in his body rush to his member, now visibly erect underneath his sweatpants. "Jeongguk-ah~" You hummed with your eyes shut, enjoying the way he uses his hands. Every touch was filled with magic, spell after spell, drawing you deeper and deeper into an enchanted trans-like state.

He hummed back while his hands slid down to the hem of your silk shorts. As much as he loved seeing you wear these matching camisole top and short shorts that always turned him on, he would love it more if it were on the floor. He took his time sliding the clothing at each end making sure to engrave this very moment in the confinement of his brain and label it as the greatest moment of his entire existence. When the piece of clothing inched closer to your feet, you jammed your thighs together. "Hmmmm." Jeongguk whirred, cocking an eyebrow at you while throwing the silk shorts on the ground. Your juice soaked panties were the only thing on you right now. 

He massaged both of your thighs with his manly hands. You hadn't noticed it before, but Jeongguk hands were really pretty. His fingers were long and slender, knuckles had a slight pink undertone to it partnered with nails that were shaped beautifully. His hand running up and down your flesh made you shiver and caused goosebumps to emerge from your skin. "Jeongguk.." You moaned out his name, and he swore that it was the sexiest thing he has ever heard. "Baby, open up." He cooed "Don't be shy. Show me how wet you are for me." He purred and you obeyed. 

You carefully opened your legs together, looking at Jeongguk’s reaction. The moment you had your legs spread wide open for Jeongguk to see, he hissed out a faint "Fuck.." and ran a finger up the soaked area of the cloth. "You're drenched. Is this all for me?" He asked. You nodded as your cheeks were hued a light red. It made Jeongguk's insides twist and turn at the image of you totally soaked from the arousal he caused. His chest swelled up with confidence, ego boosted up a few steps higher. A spark ignited a flame in his stomach and before you knew it, he had already ripped off the last piece of clothing on you and helped himself. He was now lapping up your juices with his tongue. 

Squelching wet sound filled the air each time his mouth met with your core. He kissed your left fold then the other, making sure he was giving each fold the same amount of attention it needed. Your clitoris was caught between his teeth, you let out a gasp at the action. He sucked on it like there was no tomorrow and caused you to throw your head back in pleasure. "Aaaahhhhhhh---" you cried out in complete ecstasy.  

Your legs were uncontrollably shaking, breaths heavy, feeble moans that were smooth like syrup dribbled pass your lips. Just by looking at the mess you are now, Jeongguk knew that you were already at your limit and that you'd be screaming his name while seeing stars. He inserted two curled fingers in your center, pumping it at a slow pace. Jeongguk was trying to locate your sweet spot by twirling his index and middle finger inside you, and at the same time he was stretching you out so you can fully take in his hard cock. Your velvet walls were clenching around him when he finally found your G-spot. "Right... there...." You voiced out, desperate to find release. He positioned himself on top of you, fingers still inserted, and left a chaste kiss on your forehead. His speed quickens, the lewd sound got louder. You heard ringing inside your ears and pressed your hands on his chest. Grabbing a fistful of his hoodie, you were pulling at it while the exhilarating sensation traveled from your head to your toes, and back again. "Come for me, baby." He whispered lips near your ear. "I-- 'm.." You mewled. Your walls clenched even tighter around his fingers and after what felt like forever, you managed to cum. Jeongguk was sure to keep his digits inside you until you rode down from you high. Your juices seeped out from the sides of your opening and dripped down onto the bed. He pulled out his fingers out which was coated in slick, glistening, viscous liquid. 

He put his digits in his mouth and licked your juices clean off. "You taste so good, baby." He then proceeded to remove his hoodie from his body which revealed his masculine and toned frame. You simple gawked at the sight of him bare, mouthwatering. His 6-pack was a work of art, well defined and breathtaking. "You like what you see?" He snickered, with a dirty smirk on his face. "This ain't even the main spectacle." "Are you ready to see all of me, Y/N?" Jeongguk slid both of his thumbs under the garter of his sweatpants and dragged it down at a tortuously sluggish pace. Beads of sweat formed at your temples in anticipation. "Oh my." You gasped while his hard member sprang free, slightly tapping his abdomen. You kinda knew Jeongguk was big, but not this big. You stood there utterly amazed at how hard and big he was. The tip was red and swollen, spilling out droplets of precum. His shaft was thick, as thick as your wrist even, angry with its veins popping out. You looked at Jeongguk with honest eyes, eyes filled with desire. He knew exactly what you wanted.

 "Go." He said, pulling you upright. You reached out to touch his throbbing member. He instantly jerked when he felt himself in the palm of your hands. It was warm, thick and hard, and you can't wait to feel it inside you. But before any of that, you wanted to make Jeongguk feel good, just like the way he made you feel a while ago. You started pumping his shaft at a slow and steady rate, warming it between your fingers and palm. A low moan escaped from his lips. Your movements caused him to tilt his head back in satisfaction. Seeing Jeongguk come undone before you, by you more so, urged you to take in his member whole. A guttural moan came from Jeongguk as he felt his cock buried deep inside your mouth. "Damn, baby " He panted, looking like a complete mess.

 You swirl your tongue inside your mouth, brushing it against him. You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head up and down, pushing even deeper after every stroke until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. You felt yourself gag at his length and eyes sting when tears started to fill it. Jeongguk was totally out of his mind from the immense pleasure you were providing him. "You frustrate me so much, do you know that, Y/N?" He grabbed your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail, encouraging you to move faster. You placed both hands on either side of his hips, gaining more leverage to increase your speed. Wanton moans were quick to leave Jeongguk's mouth as you sped up your movements. The thought of him spilling his seeds in your mouth was tempting, but he only had one vision in mind. And that was to fuck you balls deep onto the mattress while you scream his name.

 "Y/N.." He whined, rubbing your face. He looked at you with hooded eyes. "I wanna.. " His was out of breath and looked so sexy with his hair stuck to his forehead. "I-- I wanna come inside you... " You simply nodded and turned around, positioning yourself on all fours, displaying your cunt and all of its wet glory. The coldness of the sea of blankets beneath you relaxed your body. Jeongguk can see your reflection from the mirror beside your dresser, there was something about the way your hair falls in your face that gets him all riled up. He grits his teeth while palming himself "I can't, you look so good that it fucking hurts." Jeongguk reached his boiling point and growled at you. He hastily positioned his dick directly in front of your dripping core. He swiped his dick along your slit, lubricating it with your juices so it can easily slip in and provide a more smooth transition.

 "You good?" He asked, pushing the head of his cock a few centimeters in. "Y-yeah." You hummed with a small nod. "Uhhh--" left your lips as you felt him stretch you out deliciously. "God, you're so tight, Y/N.." He mewled while your walls hugged his member. "Did you ever get this tight for someone else?" He huffed through his nostril. The feeling of him finally inside you was unreal. The way his cock filled your insides wholly made your senses go haywire. "N-no."With your entire body drowning in bliss, giving a one-word reply was hard enough as it is. "Ggukie.." You pleaded, voice weak. "Fuck me..." you whimpered. "What did you say?" Jeongguk teased while casually moving his hips to and fro. "I can't hear you, Y/N. You need to sp---" You cut his word short "Fuck me! Fuck me hard until I can't feel my legs!" You exclaimed. He slapped your ass cheek with his hand which caused you to jolt. "That's what I'm talking about." He stated while rubbing the area he hit. His maneuvered his body just right so he can place his other hand around your chest, keeping you upright. Because he knows that after he's done with you, you won't be able to feel your arms and legs.

 He kissed the back of your neck and said "You're mine, Y/N... All mine." With no warning, he drilled your pussy hard and deep. Every move was precise and calculated. His member slipped in and out of you with ease, thanks to enough foreplay. Without it you'd be crying in pain instead of pleasure because of his size. Jeongguk was without a doubt the biggest you've encountered. Maybe that was the reason nobody has ever filled you the way Jeongguk did. He held onto your hips and threw another explosive thrust your way. "Jeongguk!" You cried out, chanting his name religiously as he continued at the same pace. You're nailing were digging into the white sheets of your bed as he continued fucking the life out of you. You can feel him hitting you in all the right places. Your body felt surges of electricity every time his cock pushed further in you, digging deeper into you. His grip on you never loosened, he made it sure that you were in his arm all the while he was making love to you. Because for him, just fucking isn't enough, for you at least. Sex wasn't just lips against lips or body against body. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to make you feel a certain way that nobody has ever made you feel. He didn't just want to touch you, he wanted to touch you.

 He pulled out of you for a second which caused you to whine at the feeling of emptiness. He flipped you on your back and pushed your hair out of your face. "I wanna see your face when you cum on my dick." His voice was deep and sultry. You bit your lip while in a state of complete awe, admiring a sweaty Jeongguk towering above you. He placed a hand over your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb. His ministrations made you curl your toes and moan out his name. With his knees, he pushed your legs further apart, readying himself to enter you again. "Jeongguk...." You pleaded. "I want to cum..." And so did he. He then penetrated you once again, the feeling of him filling you was one you'd never forget. Now, the accuracy of his movements seemed to falter by the second. Every thrust becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel yourself nearing the end, your body was convulsing, sweat dripping out of every pore on your skin and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Y/N... I'm close.." Jeongguk exhaled. He leaned closer to you, body just inches away. He intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed the tip of your nose. "I love you.."

 There it was, your release. You exhaled deeply as your walls wrapped around his length, juices dripping out of the corner of your core.  He managed to do a few more strokes before following your lead. You can feel his cock spilling out his seeds inside you, It made you feel warm. His hips slowly grinding both of your highs out. "That was amazing.." He hummed in satisfaction, still catching his breath. He rolled over, now laying next to you. His eyes met yours, gaze filled with happiness. "Your all mine, right?" He asked. "Yeah." You replied with the softest smile written on your face. 

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After Office Hours

NaruHina | Mature | Romance | 2k | Read on AO3

Summary:  Naruto is lonely after Sakura and Sasuke left the village to travel together, he keeps leaving the office later and later, things start to change after one night when his secretary Hinata and him share a couple of vending machine beers. In this AU Naruto becomes Hokage a lot earlier than in the manga and The Last never happened.

Part One

Part Two

“Hinata?”

She jumped awake and stared horrified at his kind smile, missing instantly the weight of the hand that rested briefly on her shoulder while he tried to wake her.

“I'm s-sorry” she felt so ashamed, she couldn’t believe she fell asleep on her table like that. “I know it’s no excuse, b-but think I didn’t sleep well last n-night and-“

“Slow down'ttebayo!” He let out a throaty laugh. “I’m not here to accuse you of anything. To be fair, I’m really surprised you are still here. It’s almost one a.m., I thought there was only me here.”

“Oh... I was...” She hid a yawn behind her hand. “I was waiting for you.”

“Hinata...” He frowned as she nervously started gathering her things from the table. “You really shouldn’t. Your family must be worried...”

She stood up and smiled softly without looking at him directly.

“They are not. Did you... Did you finish? I will help you! I mean, if I can, I should had been helping you all this time, shouldn’t I? That’s why you are here until this late, because your useless secretary can’t even do her job.”

Her cheeks were red and puffy as she stared at him with a glint of maniac despair in her eyes. To think she was asleep moments ago, some energizing nap that was, he repressed the urge do smile at her antics.

“Wow, Hinata, just, wow! Are you ok? Why are you being so hard on yourself? You are the best secretary anyone could ask for, none of your said is true at all. Actually, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you and Shikamaru with me. And to be true, I wasn’t working... Not really... I was just avoiding going home and I took a nap on my table too for a little bit.”

She deflated like a balloon filled with sadness instead of helium.

“I'm sorry...”

Now he couldn’t help smiling, and put a hand over her shoulder.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I don’t know, I just...”

He have seen that before, how she retracted inwards like a wounded snail when feeling insecure, he wasn’t having that tonight.

“Hey, are you hungry?”

“What?”

“I’m kinda peckish. Do you think we can find anything open?”

He glanced over the window.

“I... I think there’s a new food machine on the corner of the street.”

He beamed.

“Great!”

***

“Are you sure your family won’t be worried for you staying out so late?” He asked with a mouth stuffed with dry ramen noodles. “I'm quite expecting some sort of super scary Neji-like guy coming to get you.”

She lowered her head to hide a little smile.

“No, no I don’t get those anymore.”

“Why not?”

He offered his cup of raw ramen to her, but she declined choosing to keep munching her M&M's.

“Since I resigned from my ninja career and got an office job I was invited to leave home and the Hyuuga clan actually, but I can’t, I have the byakugan and I am well... My father’s daughter... So I’m still Hinata Hyuuga for now, I haven’t been sealed, for now, but I don’t get bodyguards anymore and I can stay late as much as I want.”

“Oh... I didn’t know any of that. How didn’t I know any of that? You are my friend, you are my secretary, I’m the Hokage!”

“It’s not something you should be concerning yourself with Hokage-sama, you know how my clan is we don’t like to make a big deal of things...”

“You are a big deal for me, Hinata! W-well everybody on this village is... But you should have told me.”

“I’m sorry, Hokage-sama.”

“Like before, you have nothing to be sorry for... I’m the one in the wrong here. It must had been hard to you.”

“I bit. I guess.” She played with the plastic package of her candy. “But I also feeling unburdened for the first time in my life.”

“Yeah, you family is a piece of work, I remember from the chunnin exams. Boy, that was ages ago. Do you remember how young we were? And I was such a brat!”

“You were not...” He didn’t expect the found in her expression, her face turned forward, away from his as she looked at their shared past. “And...” her cheeks were redder than before and not just because of the weather or the couple of beers they drank each “I looked up to you a lot”. She giggled and the sound made his belly feel weird, like there were bubbles inside him instead of the snacks and the alcohol they got from the machines. “Before you were the village's hero, you were mine...” she took a sip from her beer and then realizing what she just said she choked “I mean my hero, not m-m-my.”

He chuckled, she was so cute.

“But Hinata, I was a loser then.”

“But you were a proud one, you never let anyone bring you down, you never gave up, you just kept fighting, and look at you now!”

He stared at her for a few moments, and to his surprise she held the gaze, her expression fierce, her cheeks redder than ever. She was drunk, and after just two bottles, a lightweight drinker. She would remember none of this tomorrow.

And that's maybe why he did it.

He closed the space between them and kissed her.

It was a closed mouth kiss, and it was meant to be fast because he knew that was wrong milliseconds before touching her, but when he did. When the felt how bitter and sweet from the beer and snacks she tasted, and how so, so soft she felt, he stayed and, surprising him another time, so did she.

When he drew back, an apology on the tip of his tong, she still had her eyes closed, and she sighed. He swallowed the apology and it made bubbles even bigger on his stomach. She opened her eyes, they looked like half-moons floating in the dark ocean of her lashes. She licked her lips, he swallowed again, then opened his mouth to say something, but gave up and just leaned towards her again, his hands cupping the nape of her head, her lips parting to receive his, her hand snaking to his arm, the click of the empty bottle rolling to the floor.

He woke up in a bed that definitively was not his, it was too clean and the sheets had no obnoxious print on it, also the mattress as softer and the air smelt like flowers.

“Oh... You are awake. G-good morning.”

She was half-ready for work, but she was still suffering from a serious case of bed hair that became even more obvious now she wore it short again, she also was wearing a pair of fluffy slippers and there was a huge mug in her hand.

“Good morning’ttebayoo... What time is it?” He raised his upper body noticing as the comfort fell and exposed his naked chest that he was wearing nothing beneath it.

“Almost seven and a half.”

He noticed how her face went pink as her eyes wandered over his exposed chest and images of the night before flooded his head, specially those in which he found out the extent of her body through that pinkness spread.

Then he noticed his other morning companion. Oh noes.

“I... I think it's better if I leave first. I'm almost ready to go anyway.”

“You should have awakened me earlier, Hinata.”

Hinata who used that morning to memorise every freckle of his sleeping face didn’t agree and didn’t respond to that.

“I’ve left some coffee and rice in the kitchen, and the spare key you can put under the flower pot. I'm leaving now.”

He tried to get up to reach her but then remembered he was naked. A voice inside his head commented that she had already seen everything, but he ignored it and just firmly held the flowered comfort.

“Hinata, can we talk about this?”

She didn’t turn to him.

“Y-yes. Later.”

And then she was gone.

Work went normal. When he got there, almost one hour late from doing her dishes and hitting home to change clotting, she was sitting at her usual place working, and greeted him with a soft “Good morning, Hokage-sama” as if nothing had happened between them. It burst some of the bubbles in his stomach.

The day was so utterly ordinary that he almost forgot the night before. The weird conversation under the lamp light, the beers they shared, the sweetness of her lips and the tangy of her folds as she crushed his head between her tights. Well, maybe he didn’t forget it at all.

Finally, the work day was done, not that he did actual work that day at all. He kept looking at the door, whishing he could see through it and finding ridiculous excuses to go outside and walk past her, he went to de bathroom seventeen times and bought instant ramen five times, at end of the day he was feeling nauseous and he couldn’t say if it was pure tension or just too much food. He was just glad that Shikamaru was out on a mission and didn’t see that. He was also sorry for the same reason because he could use the advice, an at the same time he felt like he couldn’t talk about what happened between him and Hinata with anyone. It was so weird, he never felt so nervous after sleeping with anyone before. Maybe it was because of how his last relationship ended. If you could call that a relationship.

It was almost nine o’clock when she entered his room, her eyes focussing everywhere but him.

“You s-said you wanted to see me.”

He got up from his table, his hands on his pockets, he walked towards her in silence.

“I want to apologise. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you last night. I was sad, you were drunk. It wasn’t fair dattebayo… And if you don’t want to work here anymore, I’ll fully understand.”

“You didn’t.” Was what she finally said after a long silence that made his guilty grow so big it almost crushed him on the spot.

“What.”

“You didn’t t-take advantage of me. I… I wanted that. I was the one to invite you to my house, remember?”

Well, that was true.

“But still… Hinata…”

“I wasn’t that drunk. I’m actually usually much a heavier drinker than I was last night. I know what I was doing.”

Well, that was some interesting information.

“But if you want me to find a job somewhere else I will understand, but can I stay until then? It will be hard to pay rent otherwise…”

“Hey, Hinata, you don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to! I just thought… If you felt uncomfortable…”

“I’d like to stay if it’s possible then.”

“Of course’ttebayo! Actually, I was very worried that you would want to go, where would I find such a good secretary?”

He gave her his trademark Uzumaki a thousand watt smile, she smiled back and they shared a little moment, until her eyes doped from his to his lips, he followed the gaze and swallowed hard, remembering how the night before she bit and sucked his bottom lip so much that he still felt it a little sore.

Unconsciously he stepped forward, almost invading her personal space. But she was the one to talk first.

“Why were you sad?” She whispered.

“I don’t wanna to talk about it right now.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t snoop in…”

Her eyes dropped to the floor and she threatened to leave, but he stopped her by putting a hand on her waist.

He could feel the goosebumps going through her skin.

“Hinata… I…”

What was fucking wrong with him? He had just apologized for this kind of stuff!

But she was giving him the half-moon look again.

“Tell me if this is ok.”

She crossed the imaginary line between them, there was now only a thin layer of air separating their bodies.

“It is.”

And next thing he knew, she was laying in his table, most of the important papers on the floor with pens, scrolls and empty ramen cups. His hands holding hers to the shaking table, her teeth biting his shoulder and his hips been held by the firm grip of her legs pushing him closer and deeper.

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ Thanks for everything ❞

Plot: Jungkook helps you during a panic attack and ends cuddling in bed.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words count: 3,2k+

Genre: Slight angst / Fluff 

Warning: Mention of anxiety and panic attack

For a blog who has deactivated, hope you’ll see it!  - M.

There were so many things that could have triggered your panic. And one of those was walking alone in the hallways of your university.  

They had such a disturbing appearance that you seldom found yourself among those walls without anyone by your side.  

But that night you were so focused on the fact that you had to prepare the party for your best friend that those dark and little intimidating corridors seemed to you peaceful.  

And the first obstacle had been overcome.  

Not everyone understood what it felt to be suffering from the panic attacks. The funniest phrase you heard had been “it’s nothing serious, I think she’s just pretending.” How could you explain to such ignorant people and without a desire to learn that it wasn’t beautiful? That your body betrayed you and every time you felt the point of no return ever closer? You just couldn’t.  

That’s why at the turn of your 17 years you decided that no one would know more about your “condition”. Not because you were ashamed, it was the only point on which you had no doubt, but because you were tired of hearing the “adults” say it wasn’t a serious problem.  

“My girlfriend!”  

The ringing voice of Wendy, American of birth but Korean up in the tip of her hair, made you jump when your body relaxed at the entrance of your little apartment. The heat crept under your skin, slowly erasing the cold that even froze your bones. You throw your shoes near those of your best friend who had to keep from jumping on you.  

Her gaze was begging you, those big heart-shaped eyes surrounded by long lashes as much as the Han River, while her lower lip was battered by those white and perfect teeth. Every time you looked at Choi Wendy, you wondered if she was a painting out of the frame.  

“Do not dare to jump on me, I am destroyed,”  

As a little doggy scolded, she lowered her head and turned to hiding in the little kitchen where you two made your magic with cookies. The smell of melted chocolate and butter came to your nostrils only at that moment and with curiosity, you approached the doorjamb of the kitchen.  

Wendy was there, as she swayed on her heels, gazing the small transparent window of the oven. Ready to burn even her tongue to taste the biscuits she had prepared.  

“I made them for you,” she said and every word was stuffed with a hint of bitterness, “because I always think of you and you don’t even want to give me a hug,” a sigh was heard and you sighed in your turn, wondering how it was possible that you two were friends.  

You were like the day and night, but maybe it was for that reason that you complement one another so well.  

Feeling the floor warmed under his feet, giving them a slight relief as they were aching for the tiring rides that you had done from one class to another, you would reach her and snaking your arms around her waist.  

She chuckled, conscious of her persuasive methods; “Are you happy now?” Your question was received with a huge smile, while you rested your chin on her shoulder noticing only at that instant that she had already baked four baking sheets of cookies.  

“You have to feed an army..?”  

“I know your boyfriend likes them, so I’ve done more. Am I or not the best friend in the world?????”  

Your boyfriend. The despotic when played Overwatch. The protective when he walked you home, even though it was four at night. The stubborn when he kept saying that red lipstick was too much on your perfect lips. The lover with that bunny smile and those eyes with a shape between round and almond shaped, with those cold coffee irises that pierced directly into your soul.  

“Earth calls Y/N, Earth calls Y/N,” a nudge in your stomach brought you out of your daydream, while Wendy’s laughter made her breast tremble and her whole body going to reflect on your own body. “Sorry,” you murmured, the warmth on the tip of your nose that quickly expanded on your cheeks still reddened because of the stinging cold of that evening, “I was thinking of–”  

“Jungkook.”  

Wendy never complained about your continuous spacing out, your wide almost creepy smiles, your stuttering when you got a message or your few hours of sleep. Okay, maybe those yes, because you gave up sleeping to be able to talk to Jungkook despite the hardships of both.  

“I’m going to lock myself into my room, I have things to fix,”  

“MY PARTY!!”  

You shook your head, pinching her soft belly and making her bounce to get rid of your grip. And you left her, coming out of the kitchen under her whines about some clue on the party for her birthday. Even under the most terrible tortures, you’d leaked something, you wanted it to be perfect and it would be.  

At every step towards your room, your body was getting tired and you left yourself fall on the fluffy indigo blankets, feeling their softness caressing your skin lightly.  

And your projects, all the ideas you had in your head to make Wendy’s party perfect, turned into thin air. Too tired even to keep your eyes open, you let yourself go and your eyelids became increasingly heavier so as to close against your own will.  

Not even the odd pinch at your chest led you to have the guard up, even though you had to know it was better not to lower it ever. 

Your eyes were wide open when out by now it was totally dark, only a slight glare of the light off of a lamp that crept from the lilac curtains.  

And here it’s, the moment you’d rather not come. The chest pain was becoming increasingly intense, the feeling of claustrophobia began to slide rivulets of cold sweat on your neck, along your back and moistening your hands.  

“W-We–” Your voice broke, resting your elbows on the mattress you could sit even if your head was screaming to lie down again.  

Everything was turning so fast that nausea arrived shortly thereafter. Violent and so strong as to make you fold in two. You lost balance and fall on the ground, your hands trembling and with the toes slightly blue because of the intense cold that was shaking your body.  

The first thing that always happened, after the chest weight and nausea, was the desire to run. Your mind began to fill with terror, an inexplicable and irrational fear. Red alarms that sounded like sirens, so much so that you could hear your ears on the verge of exploding for that deafening sound.  

“Hey, Kook! Yes, she’s in her room, go ahead! I think she’s asleep, she didn’t leave the room for dinner. ”  

Jungkook. The thought of letting him see you in those conditions did nothing but increase the fear. Your throat began to become drier, preventing you from swallowing and you could only stretch your legs that until that time you had held against your chest. Concentrating on something pleasant seemed impossible and the fear of not being able to make it worsened your attack.  

With the corner of your eye you noticed, don’t sure if it was your mind to have made you delusional, the glimmer of light that the door opened provoked and something heavy touching the floor with a thump that riverbed throughout the room.  

“Fuck,” something hissed, the concern leaked from that simple voice and immediately you felt two hands touching your face, “Y/N, hey, tell me you’re awake, look at me, talk to me.”  

The light of your room suddenly turned on, and Wendy’s frightened scream preceded her worried face in your eyes spam shortly thereafter. Jungkook’s firm and strong hands shook your hips and even though you felt stiff and on the verge of breaking up, you let him guide you.  

“Y/N, remember? Focus on what you have around, don’t describe, just list everything,” he ordered you with firm voice despite in your eyes his eyes were sparkling with a hint of fear that you had never seen.  

You never had a similar attack, and you both knew it.  

“Tell me five things you can see, Jagi.”  

His request seemed too difficult with your profoundly fogged mind and that circle of pain that hammered from your forehead to the back of your head and descending along your neck. “Five things you see,” he repeated with more sternum tone and you breathed harshly, immediately Wendy’s hand on your back.  

Those little concentric gestures gradually eased the pain and managed to help you to find a bit of focus, albeit of a minimum.  

“Your shoes untied,” you groaned with pain when the words almost fell from your lips, the pain in your chest that seemed to burn more and more, “The Purple lipstick of Wendy.. My hands that are shaking.. ”  

“Continue, Jagi.”  

His soft smile attenuated your dizziness, but it was hard to talk with your burning throat and a perennial feeling of void under your body. “The light of the street lamp from the window and.. The black sweatshirt I gave you.”  

Jungkook nodded and with the fingertip of his thumb drew the line of your cheekbone, dwelling then on your lower lip that was purplish at the point where you had sunk your teeth just before he came.  

“Three things you can hear.”  

“My loud heartbeat,” The sound of your heart could be heard by them too, still too frightened to be able to loosen the grip on you, “that obsolete kdrama that Wendy loves to see and Wendy’s unsteady breathing.”  

And here’s the click in your mind. It was sudden, but you could perceive it.  

“I’m going to get you some water,” muttered your best friend, pale and clearly shaken by the incident, getting up and running out of your room while your gaze stood still on your boyfriend.  

“Tell me something you’d like to taste”  

“Your lips,” was your answer, and you weren’t given the time to say anything else or even just think.  

Jungkook hushed you, he made you disappear completely in that world that was just yours, he kidnapped you and made you crush to the ground at the speed of light. His lips were shaped on yours with sweetness but a pinch of urgency that you did notice, you felt anxious as they moved and sought in your mouth that relief that only you could give him.  

Lifting your hand, you slid it behind his nape, tugging him with strength and he fell on you. Your bodies collided, immediately he sat on your thighs clenching his knees against your hips. He was delicate in every gesture, but not with those hungry lips of his.  

With his hands, he began to run along your hips, your sweatshirt that just lifted to their passage and stopped on your cheeks.  

You couldn’t breathe while you opened your lips and let his tongue slip into your mouth, exploring and savoring every corner of your wet cavern that he could touch. Your tongues began to dance together, his fingers drew little circles on your cheeks and that dreadful pain in your head was starting to diminish, almost disappear altogether under the passion with which your boyfriend was investing you.  

“Okay, maybe water isn’t necessary..”  

Wendy watched the scene and decided it was better not to interrupt, but your already stressed and broken mind had grasped her voice. With two fingers you caressed the prominent veins of Jungkook’s neck, his burning skin from the hours of practice and perhaps by the desire that was growing in both. “Tell me you can breathe now,” he asked you, licking your bottom lips already swollen with the tip of his tongue and resting his forehead against yours.  

“Yes.. That is.. It’s kind of a nonsense.. ”  

The sigh of relief that you felt hovering in the air soon afterward made you feel guilty. You had told him so many times how to help you, but he never found himself in front of something bigger than him and so disruptive. Wearily you closed your eyes, especially to avoid crossing his, and the rustle of his clothes was the only sound that you heard in the following seconds.  

He stood up and raised you too, holding a hand firmly behind your back as support. He wouldn’t have spent a single second not to watch over you, he would even spend the night awake if that would help you in some way.  

“What do you do..?”  

“I’ll undress you and put on your pajamas, then we get to bed to cuddle.”  

The idea seemed gorgeous, the aftermath of your panic attack still heavy on your already tired body. You felt hot, despite the cold that you were able to feel in your bones, and sighed with relief when the layers of clothes were slowly removed.  

Giggling you jolted him to the drawer where you kept the pajamas, sure he was watching you distressed. You didn’t need to see him really to know what expression was drawn on his face.  

“I can stand, I feel better kookie..”  

One. Two. Three. Fou–  

“Raise your arms,” he instructed and your slight giggle made him smile, though he didn’t know why you were giggling.  

If there was one thing that Jungkook found extraordinary was how you could relax after the apex of your attack had vanished. As your eyes tapered up to disappear every time you smiled or that little wrinkle that was formed on the tip of your nose every time you yawned because those attacks always left you exhausted. It was as if nothing had happened and he was always afraid to ask. To unleash something, to ignite that small information in your head that triggered panic.  

“In bed.. And stop not looking at me, I know you’re feeling guilty. ”  

Snorting made him only smile more, his clothes on the ground within a few seconds and his body next to yours at the same time as you were lying down.  

“Kook.. It’s okay, you could relax a second..? A panic attack will come to you if you continue.”  

He didn’t answer but just lifted down the duvet and covered both, snuggling better with his head against the pillow while you turned your back on him. Putting himself comfortable he slid his arm on your side and with his hand on your belly he dragged you slowly towards him. Your back modeled against his chest, your legs crossed and his lips were on the small portion of neck skin that your pajamas allowed to be exposed.  

“You can ask if you want, Kookie.”  

“Are you sure to be fine..? There’s something wrong with it, what does stress you…? It may be something arduous.. ”  

All and nothing, you would have liked to answer. You couldn’t explain that there was no definite reason, those attacks just happened. His fingers lifted the edge of your shirt and slipped below, starting to draw small abstract figures tingling a little.  

“There is no triggering reason if I can be honest..”  

By fixing a point on the wall you would perceive that he arched both his eyebrows and his eyes were widen, a confused expression that made room onto his features. “It all started when I was fifteen and now I am twenty. You think I didn’t think about what could trigger them? But there is no proper answer.. It’s just that. ”  

“We should go to a psychologist. You for that and I for my innate insanity on Overwatch,” he murmured pretending earnestly and you turned in that half hug, face to face with him, “what?” asked you while you looked at him without saying anything.  

Even because you didn’t know what to say. He was there joking just to lighten that weight that he knew was damn heavy.  

“Where did you learn those things you did before? I never told you…”  

That slight tint of pink on the apples of his cheeks made you suspicious and he began to scratch his nape with nervous circles, but patiently you waited for his answer.  

“I have.. Done some research. And all that I read said to distract the person during the attack and make him or her focus on the surrounding.. ”  

His confession came out embarrassed, with various pauses between each word and Jungkook avoided watching you in the eyes because he was blatantly ashamed. Of what, you couldn’t know. The mere fact that he was interested so much to do research broke your heart, nobody besides your family and Wendy had never bothered to be ready for your worst moments.  

Quickly you hid your face against the crock of his neck, rubbing your nose against his skin and inhaling that perfume that had become a drug from the first day. You could still remember the first time that scent had been on your clothes and you refused to wash them for more than two weeks. “Are you comfortable?” he chuckled, his hand now no longer on your abdomen but on the curve of your back.  

“Absolutely yes.. You have an incredible perfume.. And thank you,” you whispered against his skin and he shuddered in feeling your breath tickle that point, “oddly ” one of his most sensitive.  

“For what?”  

“Because what you did.. To have done some research, being concerned about my whereabouts and health, to have helped me earlier…. I mean, Kookie, thanks for everything. ”  

With your right leg, you went to widen his legs and put it between them, your hand that caressed his defined six pack and your mouth that itched so much by the desire to taste that neck that was difficult to restrain you. “Only my family and Wendy have cared about me..”  

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my task. I was scared before.. I was disgustingly petrified. I saw you on the ground and my world stopped, literally stopped. ”  

You perceived it, that fear. By the way, his embrace squeezed more on your body, by how the beating of his heart increased as he spoke, by how he was shaking.  

“Just stop talking about it. Now I want to know in detail what my wonderful boyfriend did all day. ”  

“I mocked Jimin Hyung.”  

“JUNGKOOK!” You yelled and slapped him onto his side, he jerked and his forehead pumped against your head causing in both a sudden and acute pain. “FUCK KOOK!” “FUCK Y/N”  

“Fuck here, fuck there, fuck me, that it really is a serious speech, guys.”  

“WENDY!” Jungkook’s voice overwhelmed yours and she threw a little and white pack on the bed, which landed directly above you and that Jungkook was quick to grasp. Opening the bag his eyes lit up, colored by a spark of excitement that you often saw when he was on stage or just smiled at you.  

“COOKIES!!!!!”  

“And this is the story of how I became invisible to Jeon Jeongguk.”