#i had to go out today and i only walked a few hundred meters and im in so much pain and my legs were so shakey and this is fine :)

[onthegreatsea]

researching canes to get and the advice was basically 'you should get a wheelchair', 'you need a wheelchair' WELL. i cant. i live on the top floor. so.

[rafestar]

IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE | Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: +18 smut, dominance, manipulation, cheating, fire, etc..

SUMMARY: the reader suspects rafe is a cheater and he wants her to trust him

A/N: this is my first story and english isn’t my first language so be polite. if there’s any mistake, i will gladly welcome any advice or help, enjoy♡

When I finally heard the keys in the door, it was my cue to fill myself with more frustration. It's currently 3AM, and like every week before, he's late.

He tells me not to worry and that it's just his father's company, which is having a lot of problems. Since Rafe is the boss, he is more distant, but he excuses himself by saying that he is the only one who can carry the Cameron name further.

I could understand it, until today.

"Honey? Why are you still up?"

I couldn't look into his eyes without feeling flames in them.

I get up from the sofa, trying to contain my anger and the tears that were about to flow down my cheeks.

He approaches me to try to kiss me, he always does it when he arrives. My first reflex was to pull him away.

"What's going on, love?"

He tries to get closer to me and grabs me by my arm.

"Don't... Don't call me that" tears get the best of me and finally fall.

“Y/N…”

"Late again, third week in a row" he lets go of my arm and sighs in frustration.

"Oh god… fuck off” he rolls his eyes. “We've had this conversation hundreds of times, Y/N”

Rafe takes off his jacket and walks across the room with his hands on his head. “I'm really trying… and you're not helping anything. Can't you see? I keep trying to recover from everything that happened…”

“Where have you been today?” He gives me a puzzled look as if it's not “obvious” where he's been.

"Are you really asking that?" he scoffs.

"Have you heard me?”

I can see him licking his cut lips, the smell of alcohol keeps coming even though he is a few meters from me.

"At the office…"

Before he could finish, I interrupted.

"You’re lying"

Confusion brushes his face and I can feel his chest tighten. "I don’t have time for this"

"Of course you don't have time... You never have time for me."

Rafe rolls his eyes and goes to pour himself a shot of whiskey, which was sitting on top of the fireplace.

He always does this when we argue. He always drinks when he is around me.

"You know what Rafe? I was... I was in your office at dinner time."

I watch him drop the bottle with a bang, and that makes me jump a little.

I watch as he straightens his back and his neck before grabbing the bottle again and drinking directly from it, setting the glass aside.

"Your receptionist said you weren't there, that you had left an hour ago"

Rafe takes a long sip and slowly turns to face me, leaning against the side of the fireplace.

"Stop being stupid, if it was dinner time, it was clear that I would not be there"

“She also said that you left the building with your secretary”

He scoffs, "She had to have dinner too, didn't she?"

I feel my cheeks heat up and he just looks at me as he laughs.

I feel my anxiety starting to consume me. My lungs are starved of oxygen and my throat is parched.

My legs, like my hands are shaking. I stagger over to the couch to sit down.

Rafe walks over to me, leaving the bottle on the table. I can see his concern, but it doesn't calm me down at all.

He kneels in front of me with his hands on my thighs.

"Please…" I sobbed. “…Stop doing this to me”

"I'm not doing anything, babe."

"You are! I'm so fucking tired of this! You don't understand that I miss you?!”

Rafe rests his head against my knee before kissing me on it. “You have… you have to understand my situation”

"Im trying Rafe, I really do"

Rafe gets up to sit next to me on the couch. His perfect blue eyes are watery, just like mine. His cheeks glow a bright red, and the air feels thick.

He grabs my hands and places his on my lap. The cold of mine, freezes his expression.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and places it on my hand.

"I want you to trust me"

"But…"

"Do it"

His lock screen is a pic of us on our first date. That makes tears come out of my eyes again. I feel the warmth of his hands as he cups my face to wipe away my tears.

“I trust you and you have to trust me Y/N… P-Please.” My lip quivers as I give him a slight nod.

I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead for a while. He pulls away and points to his phone.

My hands tremble. I want to trust him, but it doesn't mean that I'm not afraid. In the same way, I unlock the phone.

His hands have not stopped caressing my thighs, trying to calm my anxiety.

After a while of looking at his conversations, his photos, his social media… Nothing. There is nothing.

In his photos, he has folders with me, it is the only thing that can be highlighted. Some unimportant conversations with Kelce, with Topper, a missed call from Sarah, things about his company... but nothing more.

I hand the phone back to him as he gives me an honest look. "Now... do you trust me?"

My first response was to hug him tightly, until I couldn't feel my lungs, I just wanted to feel him.

“I'm sorry…” I feel so stupid.

His hands move up the fabric of my pajama top from behind, letting a shiver run down my spine. With his fingers, he runs up and down my back, following the same continuous pattern.

He places kisses on my head as he feels me sob. "That's it love, it's alright"

"I'm so sorry I didn't trust you... I-I thought that... you and your secr…"

Before I could finish, he breaks away from me and grabs my cheeks with his hands.

"Stop"

"I'm sorry"

“And stop saying sorry. I love you, more than anyone, you know it perfectly. And… and I don't want you to doubt it again. Never"

"I love you so much Rafe"

He crash our lips. The kiss is full of passion, with a noticeable taste of whiskey.

His hands are everywhere, all the way to my thighs, and he lifts me up onto his lap. I can feel both of our breaths quickening, and the kiss becomes deeper and more powerful, as if Rafe is starving for me.

One of his hands goes up to grab my neck and the other massages my ass, until he slaps me hard on it, making me jump and start grinding on him.

“Shit, Rafe…”

"Go on"

My hips grind against his lap, trying to get some friction. His hands move up to my breasts massaging them. He breaks the kiss to rip my top off.

He watches my breasts sway as I continue to move against him. “So fucking pretty”

He begins to give wet kisses to one of my breasts, continuing to massage the other. He takes my nipple between his teeth and I whimper in pleasure as I writhe on top of him. That makes one of his hands go to my hip to keep me in tune with how I was moving my hips earlier, grinding me into him.

He continues sucking on my breasts hungrily for them, my neck stretches up as my eyes roll back, and that gives him the opportunity to travel his lips down my neck leaving purple and red all over my exposed flesh.

But I want more, I need more.

“Rafe… p-please…” I cry.

"Hurts?"

“Mhm…” I hum.

"Tell me Y/N, where does it hurt?" he teases with that mischievous smile that always makes me melt over him.

"Below"

"Below?" he mocks. "where? here?"

He cups my intimacy with his hand while he looks deep into my eyes. "Please.."

"I've heard that before, be a big girl and tell me what you need."

He massages my clit over my shorts and I can see in his eyes that he has noticed how wet I am.

"You"

"Me?"

“Please..” i yelped as he lifted me over his shoulder, heading to our room.

He throws me down on the bed and quickly takes off my shorts, tossing them somewhere on the floor. "No panties" he bites his lower lip as he watches how wet I am.

"Always so wet for me, right?"

He slowly undresses his clothes, very slowly. I flinch as the metal of his belt brushes against my thigh. He likes to play with me, to see me suffer, and I love that he does it.

He continues passing the metal all over my body, until he drops it on the ground. He gets rid of the rest of his clothes and lunges at me like a predator hunting his prey.

I felt his hard erection in my hot center, so I tried to raise my hips to make more contact. Rafe kisses me hard as we both moan into each other's mouths.

“I want to keep watching you suffer, but I am so desperate to be inside you…”

And without warning, I feel a strong push inside of me. “Fuck Y/N… always so tight”

My walls pulses around him, and without any warning, he starts enters in me, hard. His thrusts are fast but hard. My hands clench to him tightly, my breath thick and my moans are loud.

Rafe bends my knees up to his shoulders. This position makes him feel it even more deeply.

"Do you like it? Feeling it so deep in you…” His fingers hook into my neck and he squeezes hard. “…Can your little pussy take me?”

My moans are louder cause of his dirty talk.

One last push until he flips me over. He enters me again, but this time harder. I scream and cry clutching the sheets under me.

"Rafe, shit!"

"That's it, baby."

He grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, supporting me only on my chest, until he pulls me further, and the only balance I maintain is on my knees. His thrusts are stronger and his hips ache against mine, but I don't want him to stop.

He grabs my neck to bring my back to his chest, and I feel both heartbeats pumping, as if we were one. One of my hands travels to the nape of his neck, and I tug hard on his hair. I tilt my head to the side and kiss him hard. While with his left he grabs my neck, and the other one goes down to my clit.

"Come on love, give it to me" he breaks the kiss between breaths.

He massages my clit but without letting go of his thrusts, I feel my orgasm approaching closer, while Rafe contracts against me.

"Rafe... I'm going to..."

“I know…”

His thrusts are stronger until I feel my euphoria consume me, and my orgasm arrive. We both do it at the same time, and our fluids come together inside me. Luckily I'm on the pill.

Rafe drops me onto the soft mattress and he falls on top of me.

We both calm our breaths, until he breaks the silence.

"Promise me you won't doubt me again."

"I promise"

[…]

Few hours pass, after cleaning ourselves and snuggling, I feel a sharp pain in my throat that makes me get up for a glass of water.

The cold of the room collides with my bare skin. It's not dawn yet, so it should be 6AM.

With my glass of water, I stop, leaning against the counter, until I hear a noise in Rafe's jacket.

Confusion brushes my face, as his phone is on the table next to the tv.

I reach for the jacket and rummage through the pockets. I gasp when the first thing I pull out… is another phone.

“Please… no, no, no…”

It's similar to the one he left me last night, but this one doesn't have us as wallpaper. It's just a certain lock screen of the phone itself.

I try to unlock him using various significant dates for him. But nothing.

The only one I didn't put was… bingo.

Wheezie's birthday.

The blood stops running through my body when the most recent notification is from his secretary. A pic, to be exact.

"Promise me you won't doubt me again"

I tried to convince myself that it will be something related to the company, but disappointment does not take long to appear.

Indeed, it was a nude.

I review the conversation and it was all…sexting.

I keep checking the conversations on this phone and they were all with girls, all of them.

I don't feel sadness or pain.

Instead, I feel rage and anger.

I decide not to look anymore and start to gather some of my things trying not to make noise.

I take a last look at what it was, my bed, and I see how Rafe sleeps peacefully.

Lot of angel sculpture for the devil that lives inside.

I take my things out of the apartment, and before I close the door, something, maybe kind of psychotic, crosses my mind.

I go back inside and thank his brain for not downing the entire bottle of whiskey. I start spreading it all over the floor, until everything is drenched in alcohol.

I open a cabinet and take out some matches. I light a few at a time, and throw them on the floor.

I go down to the outer parking lot, where my car was located and as I pull away, I watch up as my apartment and my love, go up in flames.

♡

[riordanness]

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I never would have guessed that the same day I lost my only friends would be the day I met my new one.

Heather Hills and I had been best friends since second grade. In fifth, Gracie Miller had made our duo a trio, and ever since then we'd been right as anything. Doing everything together, constantly hanging out and sleeping over at each others houses, planning birthday parties together and giggling over boys together.

But this year? Something was different. Heather and Gracie were acting strange. Like, I'd walk up to them while they were talking and they'd get all quiet, real fast. I'd catch them hanging out without me, finding out via social media.

I was trying to ignore the signs, acting as if everything was as it had always been. But I couldn't anymore.

At lunch earlier today, I'd suggested a visit to the mall after school. We hadn't hung out in a while, and I was missing my girls. Sure, we hung out at school everyday, but all the desks were two seater only. I'll leave it to your imagination who was the odd one out.

Besides, I was in desperate need for clothes. My mother had died when I was just a baby, and my dad was always struggling to make ends meet. I had recently grown out of basically all my clothing, so I'd been saving up every scrap of money I could, working odd jobs for all our neighbours, and finally had enough to go on a little shopping trip.

Heather wrinkled her nose. "I have a dentist appointment, and I'm too tired for the mall today."

I nodded. "That's fair. Get a good night's sleep, tonight, yeah?"

She gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Mhm."

I looked at Gracie. "What about you, Cee?"

She hesitated, glanced at Heather, then shook her head. "I- I have a lot of homework I need to catch up on. Sorry."

I smiled. "No worries. We'll find a time to go."

School had finished twenty minutes ago. I'd said goodbye to the girls at the gate, waved as they climbed into Heather's mum's car (Gracie always got a ride home with them as they lived basically next door to each other) and started the fifteen minute walk to the local mall.

Inside, however, I was met with a nasty surprise. Standing together at the smoothie bar, Heather and Gracie were giggling about something, drinks in hand.

I suddenly felt like I had no air. A lump grew in my throat, and I had to fight to not cry. I turn, and storm back outside. I collapse on a park bench a few hundred meters away, in a little sidewalk park.

Hot, angry, betrayed tears fill my eyes, and I don't stop them this time. I feel so stupid, so angry, so hurt. I should've known. I should have seen the signs, not ignored them like I'd tried to. They didn't want me around anymore. They didn't need me.

I don't know how long I stay there, crying, and silently screaming at myself.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I glance up, startled, and hastily brush at my tears. My glasses have fogged up, a few tears staring the lenses. I pull a tissue from my backpack, and quickly wipe them clean.

"Are you alright?"

I glance again at the person. It's a boy, probably my age, with messy brown hair and pretty eyes. He wears a black tshirt with the words 'fuck the patriarchy' on it, with a blue and black flannel over the top. He has black converse, like me, and denim jeans, also like me.

"H-hi," I manage, my voice scratchy from crying. "Can I help you?"

The boy frowns in concern. "You were crying." He says it like a statement, not a question. Not like he's asking why I was crying, but rather just wondering if I was okay.

"I'm fine." I blink away the fresh tears threatening to rise. I won't cry in front of this cute guy again. Once is embarrassing enough. Twice would be unbearable.

"Okay," the boy says, in a voice that implies he doesn't even kind of believe me. "Want some company? You planning on going shopping?"

I frown slightly. "Uh, yeah. I need new clothes. I've been saving up."

The boy tilts his head. "What size are you?"

My eyes widen in surprise, but before I can speak he yelps a little, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I mean- No! I didn't mean it like that. It's just- I just- I have a lot of spare things I don't wear anymore and well, you look like you might fit them. No use using your savings if you don't have to."

I consider this. Usually I don't like charity much, it makes me feel like a desperately poor person, when I'm not poor, just short on cash. But this boy seems really genuine, and I like his style, so maybe the offer of old clothes is a good one to accept.

"Sure, I'd love that," I say. "I'm Y/n." I stand, holding out my hand to shake.

He smiles, and my day gets just a little brighter. "It's lovely to meet you, Y/n. Now c'mon. I'll drive you to my place."

I follow him to the carpark, and he opens the shotgun door of a white van, marked with "Löded Diper" on the side.

"Should I be worried about getting into a white van belonging to a total stranger?" I ask teasingly.

The boy laughs. "Nah, you're good. The only people I'm kidnapping with this van are my little dork brother and his friend."

I laugh, climb into the van, and let him shut the door. When he slides into the drivers seat, I look over at him.

"You know, I still don't know your name."

He looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Would you believe me if I told you my name was Sir Lancelot Broccoli Vladimir the First?"

I pretend to consider it. "Hmmm, no, not really."

I look at him, and for a whole second we hold the serious act. Then we explode to a fit of laughter.

"No, but really," I manage, striving for composure. "What is your name?"

"Rodrick," he says. "Rodrick Heffley."

"Well it's lovely to meet you, Rodrick Heffley."

He grins. "Okay, Y/n Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is, ready for a dangerous drive back to my place?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Why not?"

In hindsight, I would've preferred walking there, but Rodrick, and his eyes and his smile and his laugh, they made the almost terrifying experience of his driving kinda worth it.

His house was simple and white, the yard pretty but plain. It looked like a totally normal home.

Rodrick opens the front door for me, holding it open as he smiles down at me. I return it as I duck under his arm, and step into the hallway.

A women steps into the hall, a small boy in her arms. She's pretty, with glasses and shiny brown hair. she sees me and smiles in pleasant surprise.

"Oh, hello there." She steps over and hold her hand out. "I'm Susan. It's lovely to meet you."

As I shake her hand, she glances at Rodrick, a thousand questions in her eyes.

"She's a friend," Rodrick says. "Don't make it weird, Mum."

She smiles. "Oh no no, I won't, honey, I promise."

"Come on, Y/n," Rodrick says, and grabs my hand, steering me away from his mother.

We climb the stairs, passing an adorable dog (who wanted pats that I'd gladly given) and a younger brother, who doesn't give us a second glance.

Upstairs, we enter Rodrick's room. It's surprisingly tidy for a teenage boy's. He has a drum kit, a lot of rock band posters and magazines, and a few piles of clothes and school supplies.

"You play?" I ask, gesturing at the drums.

Rodrick smiles shyly, his gaze sliding to meet mine. "Uh, yeah. I'm in a band."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? That's sick, man. I wish I could play the drums. But I've never had the money to get my own kit or anything."

"I could... teach you if you'd like?"

At his suggestion, I hesitate. "I couldn't pay you..."

Rodrick gives me a look. "As if I'd charge you, love."

I flush, and look away.

"Okay..." Rodrick gets all embarrassed, turns in a circle, then digs through his closet for a moment. He pulls out a small tub of neatly folded clothes (I suspect his mother folded them for him), and places it on his bed.

"Here ya are, Y/n/n."

"Y/n/n?" I ask with a small laugh. "That's a new one."

"Is it?" he asks curiously. "So I'm the only one to ever call you that?"

I nod. "Yep, pretty sure."

"Good." He smiles. It's contagious, so I smile right back at him.

"Now," he says, pushing the box towards me. "Take whatever you like."

It's filled with mostly tshirts and hoodies and sweaters, which is perfect, as I have basically no need for new jeans at the moment.

I pull one of the hoodies on, a maroon one with the words "you and i got lost in it" in small, simple writing down one sleeve. It's almost a perfect fit, just a little bit big in all the right place.

"Are all the clothes in this box the same size?" I ask, and Rodrick nods, but he can't tear his eyes away from me.

"What is it?" I laugh.

"N-nothing," he stammers, his cheeks tinting pick and his voice going higher. I bite back an amused smile, and just give him a little meaningful look.

"It's just..." he sighs. "You just look really damn pretty in my clothes."

I instantly get flustered, but can't help my smile. This afternoon might have started pretty awfully, but I could tell it was going to be an amazing night.

[kanmom51]

i wish, i hope, i beg the insecure jikookers (if they are even jikookers) would actually sit down and THINK. there's always and i mean always a large, a HUGE picture we have been getting just a tiny cut out from, in every situation. and it's not even a new thing, we have always been aware we are getting just a tiny crumb off of a big cake. so i'm not really understanding what's everyone fussing so much about?

there's always a room for millions of possibilities of what actually could have happened and these people always seem to think the 'worst' (it's not even the worst, so what if jimin wasn't there with him? is there some rule book couples must follow?). you get what i mean no? he could've been in the room next door, sleeping, on his phone, he could've been sleeping in his apartment, hell, would the 2 minute live gone longer than 2 minutes he could've walked in on the screen without knowing they are even live, just as jk did. i could go on and on and on...

not to mention that since april 4th morning KST (bb hot100 update and jms wlive) we have got just ONE update about jikooks whereabouts- that being minimoni on a nike dinner and jk unsurprisingly being like 900 metres (0.5 miles) away from that said dinner with his 97liner friends celebrating Mingyu's birthday (really surprising that the nineone neighbours +jk are within one kilometer in one area). so that leaves us (if we count april 4th after the early celebration wlive) with 4 whole days of nothing. nada.

so unless you're living in the walls of jimin and jungkook's apartments you have no, and i can't stress this enough, fucking idea what's happening.

i should probably mention the fact that jk is flying off to the US in just a few hours (maybe not even that many), meaning he could've been at his apartment to pack some damn stuff, do some damn laundry before he flies away for who knows how long. or he just wanted to spend time at his apartment you know, an apartment that's his. because he owes no one a damn explanation.

it's actually baffling how some of you all claim to love them and believe in them and their relationship so much, yet you expect something from them all the damn time. an explanation. a statement. a huge gesture. a coming out. i guess that is not bad per say because after all, they've done it before (except the coming out part obviously), yet again, they don't owe you anything. so don't go around jikook blogs constantly spreading negative emotions that you yourself are feeling after something that doesn't go the way you have wanted it to go.

i actually have many more things to say, how all of this is happening literally months before they have to enlist and complete their duty as korean citizens, which is a heavy topic for any queer person that lives in SK and how this whole situation still must be very overwhelming (not in a good way) for them, but for now i will stop here. it's actually the first time i think i have written something on here, because i have had enough of the constant repetition. this all just convinced me i could never be a blogger, lmao. 😅

sit back. relax. and THINK before you write something. thanks.

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!

All of that.

Just wanted to add about that night out on the 6th April outings cause you already brought it up.

JK and JM, how dare they, were spotted not together.

JM at the Nike dinner with RM and others.

JK was at a restaurant, which only today we found out was a dinner with Eunwoo and Mingyu, both his 97 liner friends (Eunwoo btw being a good friend of JM's too, surprise surprise).

And how surprising, the restaurant that JK and his friends dined at was a few hundred meters from where JM was with RM and the others, and the two were pretty close to JK's apartment.

Just a little more pieces to add to the puzzle of very little info we get (not to mention it coming to us in pieces).

Also, matching hats (not identical) going out on same night?

Caption: lovers.

Or in Papago:

Trust in K-army.

They are rejoicing in JM and JK's relationship. Why can't I-army do the same???

[eridanidreams]

WIP Wednesday

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For today's WIP, enjoy a bit from an upcoming Starborn!Cait x Starborn!Sam called The Passage of Distant Stars.

One of the benefits of being Starborn was that one could enjoy the stars without a helmet, even on an airless planet. Cait lounged on the wing of her Guardian, gazing up at the darkened sky, surrounded by the faint glittering bubble of her very own atmosphere. The verdant orb of Eridani III peeked up over the horizon—it was a sight she usually enjoyed, but at the moment she was more interested in the silver-gilt ship settling into a landing a few hundred meters out.

It wasn't unexpected; once Constellation had their fill of studying the Artifacts, she'd set the Armillary up in a well-defended outpost on an uninhabitable planet and sent word out via the Trader. For two years, she'd keep it open, and anyone who wanted to go through to Unity peacefully was welcome. Human, Starborn, didn't matter—but the crux of it was that word, 'peacefully'. Lift a finger against her or her defenses, and at best they'd be run off, tails between their legs. More likely they'd just die by gun or gravity; Cait had long since come to terms with the use of force. She wasn't the Hunter, to only allow access to the strong, or the Emissary, to only allow access to the 'worthy'; she'd heard stories of another, the Gatekeeper, who tried to prevent access to Unity at all. She shook her head. She didn't think it was up to her to decide who got Unity and who didn't, and figured 'don't try to shoot me for it' was a reasonable compromise. Too many of them were still willing to; that was one reason she always chose an airless moon for the outpost. Kept civilians out of the line of fire.

The fact that this one had landed within sight was a good sign; the problem Starborn generally landed farther away and tried to sneak up on her. She wasn't about to lower her guard, though—not until she was sure—so she watched and waited. After a few minutes, she was able to see her latest visitor hopping lightly with the ease of long practice through the low gravity. Male, one weapon—a rifle, slung over one shoulder—she didn't have a problem with that. No one sane would walk into a strange Starborn's living room without a certain amount of caution. There was something about the way he moved, though—something familiar—and she felt an equally familiar twinge deep in her heart as the faint edges of his emotions touched her.

By the time he reached her ship, she had herself more or less under control. She thought he said something, but she was off comms, and without air, no sound would reach her bubble. He didn't try to step on the ship, though—polite of him. He was close enough for her to sense clearly now; wariness contending with curiosity, underlying a certain amount of anticipation. The faint bite of loneliness, sharpened by grief. Curiosity and grief. That's how Unity gets us all in the end.

Cait got up, brushed herself off, and made her way down the wing of the ship at a deliberate pace, rather than the careless slide she typically used when alone. With some amusement, she watched her visitor shift his weight a little impatiently as she approached. Finally, her bubble of air wrapped around them both, and she cocked her head at his featureless visage. "Hello, Sam," she said quietly.

It took him aback. "How do you know that?" he growled—she could hear the growl even through the Starborn distortion.

"I should think that would be obvious," she said, not without some amusement. "Why don't we discuss it inside?" She could read the reluctance in the set of his shoulders as easily as breathing, but she didn't let it phase her. "Don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Been a while since I was able to share a friendly meal with someone." She hid a smile as she headed for the airlock.

He hesitated a moment, then took a couple quick steps to catch up. "You got a name?" He'd dropped the voice-changer. "Somehow, it don't feel right to call you 'Liberatrix'." She winced. Stars, but she hated that name. She'd started hearing it a few jumps back, and never had found out where it came from.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said drily, slapping the airlock switch. As it chugged open, she answered his question. "Caitlyn Lynch-Coe. Cait, if you like."

"Makin' awful free with that name, aren't you?" he replied, equally drily, then waved off any protest. "Yeah, yeah, alternate timelines, I know." The hatch clanged shut behind them; as the pressure equalized, he pulled off the helmet to reveal Sam Coe's familiar face. He squinted a little, studying her features in the dim light. "Don't think I've run into you before," he observed, not unkindly.

Deep inside her, the bond, quiescent so long, twinged again—not her Sam, no, but he resonated with her. They all did, even the ones who had hated her for being Starborn. Sam, in all his variants, was—would always be, she thought—both her greatest strength and her deepest weakness. "I'm not surprised," she finally said, realizing the silence had gone on just a little too long. "Seems like the odds against my survival were high enough that there aren't a lot of versions of me knocking around." The internal door finally opened, allowing them to step through into a small but bright foyer.

"That—" he paused a minute, then let out a little laugh. "You know, I'm not quite sure what to say here. 'I'm sorry' doesn't quite seem right." His voice turned wry. "One of those Starborn things you don't expect 'til they come up, I guess."

Cait couldn't help but chuckle at the observation; he wasn't wrong. "Maybe we need an etiquette guide? 'How to Meet Yourself and Other Starborn Conundrums.'" He roared laughter, his good humor curling around her in warm, achingly familiar waves. She'd missed it—missed him. It had been years since she'd last seen a Sam; this universe's iteration had died as a young man when the odds against him weren't seven but ten to one, and the Rangers had arrived just those few seconds too late. No Sam meant no Cora, and the lack of them felt like a missing part of herself. Not the first time it had happened, and wouldn't be the last, but it always left her feeling off. Those keen blue eyes were studying her again; mentally, she shook herself. Foolish of her to go off into a reverie like that. "Sorry. There's a shower through there—" she gestured to a closed door "—if you like, and clothes in a locker if you want something a little more comfortable than the suit." At his surprised look, she added, "Those Guardians are sweet-looking ships, but a little short on the amenities."

It got another laugh from him. "You ain't wrong. Much obliged."

"Living hab's through there," she indicated a second door. "That's where I'll be." Trying to get a grip.

[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 14: Shore

The sound of waves, and in the distance, the heat of the tropical zone colliding with the temperate band of the planet, stoking up a colossal lightning storm too far away to hear. Just the waves, then.

“Hey,” Kaidan’s voice was soft, but jarring compared to the noise of the surf lapping in against Shepard’s shoes. His best shoes were soaked and sinking into the sand. Kaidan looked down and had to notice, noticed the way that the hem of Shepard’s slacks was soaked, the dark patch siphoning up the cotton almost to his knee. He didn’t say anything about it. “Debated giving you some time to yourself, but then I figured maybe you could use some company.”

The sun passed behind a cloud, and a warm breeze stirred the tropical leaves. It was a picturesque evening on Virmire.

“Thanks,” Shepard said stiffly. “Just wanted to clear my head before everything starts.” He let Kaidan guide him a few paces back from the edge of the water, and he turned to look back where they had walked from.

A hundred paces away, the beach met the far edge of a sizable crater. The crater itself had become a new shallow bay along the shoreline, and the forest had begun to reclaim the sandy walls that tumbled into the water below. Hovering over the beach was a shimmer in the air: a salarian stealth drop ship, chameleon with the color of the sky. It barely made a sound as it floated three meters off the sand.

Six salarians had stepped down out of the air, each of them in their planet’s equivalent of formal wear.

“We would be legends!” Kirrahe had said, “But the records are sealed.”

And so they were, even once the Reaper War had ended and a newer, friendlier Council had been established. There was no record of Saran’s cloning base on Virmire, or of the teams that had destroyed it. To be a covert operative meant no one could call you ‘hero’, but more so it meant nobody could see you mourn your dead.

And so, as was special tactics’ custom, 6 years after the mission, the surviving members of Mannovai and Jaeto teams had returned to Virmire to pay their respects to the members of Aeghor team, who did not survive.

“I asked about building a little cairn for her or something,” Kaidan said softly into Shepard’s ear, letting their shoulders bump. “You know just something small, couple rocks or something. They told me even that is too much… evidence, or whatever. Apparently, according to custom, they’re not even going to leave their footprints in the sand.”

“Ah I see,” Shepard let the corner of his mouth curl just a little. “So I’m making it harder by walking off alone down the beach, huh?”

“I think they see the need for isolation as a pretty human quirk,” Kaidan took Shepard’s arm and turned them towards the salarians who had gathered. Major Kirrahe was just emerging from the drop ship. “I don’t think anybody’s going to complain today.”

“I’m not sure where we’re supposed to be standing. I know there’s some ceremonial significance.” Shepard whispered as they walked closer.

“I got it, just stand next to me.” He reached down and squeezed Shepard’s hand.

“…can’t even leave her a cross made out of sticks, or?” Shepard whispered at last. He only received another hand squeeze from Kaidan.

Kirrahe began the ceremony without fanfare or preamble a few moments later. It was a rousing speech Shepard couldn’t pay attention to. He’d have to ask Kaidan to give him the notes on it later. Kirrahe stood with the backdrop of the crater. You really couldn’t tell a facility had been here. If it weren’t for the conspicuous roundness of the bay itself, it’d be easy to believe it was natural with how much the jungle had claimed it in the past 6 years.

“Ito Modrin, Aeghor Team.” Kirrahe intoned. The salarians chanted a brief syllable, something between a shush and a shout. Kaidan and Shepard joined with them as the names rolled on. A dozen or more.

“Voran Loenerz, Jaeto Team.”

It was beautiful, as far as final resting places went. He’d left his first soldier behind here. Somewhere else in the galaxy, he’d left others floating in space above an icy alien world. At least he’d been allowed to erect a monument there.

“Ridenza Clao, Jaeto Team Leader.”

The invitation had been a surprise. And it had loosened something that had been lodged inside him. About Ash, about Alchera, about everything. He wasn’t sure if the ceremony today was the beginning or the ending of something inside him, something that had been more comfortable stuck, irritating but out of mind.

“Williams Ashley, Aeghor Team Leader.”

The company chanted, and then there was a moment of silence. Only the sound of the waves, and of alien birds. Then, as if they all understood it was over, the members of the salarian team turned and began to board the drop ship once again. A few exchanged terse pleasantries with Shepard and Kaidan before they boarded, but even Kirrahe only said a few words before boarding the drop pod:

“Please take a moment if you need.”

Kaidan and Shepard stood alone on the beach.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about?” Kaidan took Shepard’s hand again.

“I’ll tell you everything when we get back, if you tell me Kirrahe’s speech.” Kaidan laughed, but turned Shepard to face him.

“I’m glad you were here with me today. And… I’m glad I was here with you.” He leaned forward and softly kissed Shepard, putting his arms around him.

They listened to the sound of the waves for another moment, then they cleared their footprints and boarded the ship—flew away.

[awakefor48hours]

Stolen Hearts

[Fanfiction.net] || [AO3]

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug & Avatar the Last Airbender Warnings: None Characters: Marinette Dupain Cheng, Azula Relationships: Azula/Marinette (Azulanette) Additional Tags: bisexual marinette, lesbian azula, one shot, Aged up, Marinette and Azula are both 28, slight OOC

Summary: After a successful heist, Paris’s most infamous cat burglar, Ladybug, goes home to her roommate, Azula, who has big news for her.

After scouring the internet for a long while, I have come to the conclusion that I am the only person who ships these two. I checked basically everywhere for a fanfiction, fanart, AMV, or even just an edit of Azula and Marinette, I checked tumblr, reddit, instagram, AO3, fanfiction.net, livejournal, wattpad, quotev, tiktok, youtube, and even the third page of google so welcome to what I will confidently say is the first ever Azula x Marinette (a ship I’m calling Azulanette) fanfiction.

I'm so glad you're here to watch my brainrot of this crack ship I've slowly come to love. Once again, since I can confidently say that this is the first ever Azulanette fanfiction in the world, I'm going to ease myself into writing about Azulanette as I'm planning to write a longer/multi-chapter fic in the future, I want practice writing these two before I take on something like that. The only "plan" I have is to just experiment, see what works and what doesn't work before that fic is published. I also need to rewatch ATLA again as the last time I saw this show was back in 2020.

For nearly five years, Paris had been intimidated by a cat burglar that goes by the name of Ladybug. Ladybug was a criminal mastermind. The only known information the police had on her was that she always wore a ladybug-printed outfit and would always rob places in the morning or dusk, never at night. Wearing a bright red outfit in the middle of the day should make her out to be a very easy target but somehow she would escape before the authorities would even realize that they were robbed.

That begs the question: where does she go after a heist?

Ladybug ran on the rooftops of Paris at dusk. She knew it would only be a matter of time before the bank realized that they'd been robbed but she didn't worry about that because she was almost home. She took a giant leap, jumping over the street below her, to a new rooftop and saw her apartment just a few meters away. A few seconds later, she made it to her bedroom window, opened it, then jumped through. Just as her feet touched the floor, she heard police sirens start to blare outside.

Another successful heist.

She popped her head out of her room to greet her roommate, Azula. They've been roommates since the beginning of Ladybug's crime spree. It was their secret and the reason and they were only people who knew. It was nice to have someone like her. 

"Hi, Marinette, how was your heist today?" Azula greeted. 

Marinette, the name of the person behind the mask, smiled then pulled out her magic yo-yo and pulled out some of the cash she stole. She was currently holding 6 thousand euro but left the other 2 hundred thousand inside her yo-yo. "Successful, as always." Marinette said proudly.

Marinette moved back into her room and changed out of her Ladybug outfit and into a comfortable red sweatshirt and gray pants. Once she was changed, she talked to the kitchen to start making croissants. Making pastries after a heist was a habit she started a while ago. It helped to calm down and remind her of home. Azula also loved this habit so Marinette always made sure to make enough for both of them.

Marinette walked around the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients she needed. But before she started, she noticed Azula standing at the threshold. "Marinette, can I tell you something before you start?"

"Yeah go ahead." Marinette then put down the flour she was holding and walked towards Azula.

When she walked over, Azula took Marinette's hands and looked at her. "Marinette these past five years have been some of the most amazing years of my life. You're so imaginative, smart, funny, and make the best pastries I've ever tasted."

"You're homemade tea is definitely the best I've had." 

She chuckled lightly. "You should try my uncle's tea. His tea is much better than mine."

"Then you should try my father's pastries too. He and my grandfather make some of the best pastries ever made."

"I look forward to it. But I really want to tell you something." Azula looked down, sighed heavily, then looked back up. "You are truly amazing. Especially the way you've managed to steal anything that you put your mind to, it's always impressed me and recently you've stolen something from me."

Suddenly a slight feeling of panic set in. What did she steal this time? She's had problems with accidentally stealing from Azula's stuff in the past, usually her phone, but she always gives her stuff back in the end. She doesn't even know what she stole this time so she didn't know where she may have put it this time. She has nearly 2 hundred thousand dollars in her room right now so she could at least pay it back.

"Marinette, you stole my heart." 

In that moment, Marinette felt her worry melt away. Her face started to heat up and the air left her lungs. She could barely believe this was happening. They've been roommates for a while and Marinette had definitely started to develop feelings for Azula too. She just never thought they would be reciprocated.

“Well, you should know you stole my heart too.”

They looked at each other for a moment then leaned in for a kiss. It was like heaven, an eternity of happiness, despite the fact it only lasted for a short moment. Once they separated, Marinette said, “I guess we can get our families together when we tell them the news.”

And with that, the first ever Azulanette fanfiction is done. I cannot express to you how hard this was for me. I’ve written and rewritten so many things about this fic should go, this is actually the third attempt/fanfiction I wrote. After a while, I had to realize that I just needed to sit down and write this. In fact, the rough draft for this fic was handwritten because I had some extra time before one of my classes.

Also, and I’m sure this might be a bit obvious, this fic was inspired by Batcat. An anon mentioned that Azulanette reminded them of Damienette and I realized I should integrate myself in the DC x ML side of the fandom so I’ve been binging DC content because it’s been a while since I’ve really sat down and enjoyed DC content outside of Harley Quinn (character and show). Anon, if you’re reading this, you played a big part in this fic and thank you for pointing that out. 

With that being said, I’m proud of this. It took about a month and an embarrassing amount of times falling asleep at the keyboard to write this fic but I couldn’t be happier that it’s finally out in the world. Once again, I do plan to write more (especially the other two fics I started to write) but right now I’m mainly just focusing on how Azula and Marinette’s relationship would function. 

[thehikingviking]

Price Peak from Robinson Creek Trailhead, 2022 Sierra Challenge Day 2

Price Peak is an officially named summit located deep within Northern Yosemite National Park. Due to its remote nature, the peak is rarely climbed, however an excellent trail system can lead one right to the base of the peak. I had wondered why such a peak had been excluded from previous challenges, but now that I had the power to select peaks, I felt it was a good opportunity to finally add it to the challenge. While the total elevation was somewhat tame, this would be my longest hike yet.

So as not to disturb the campers, I had instructed the participants to meet at the Robinson Trailhead a few hundred meters west of Annett’s Mono Village. This location is clearly marked on Google Maps, however the actual location of the trailhead is a little ambiguous. I stood in a meadow as steam emanated from my breath, waiting for the other headlamps as they creeped towards me. I gave a few extra minutes for everyone to reach me then took the group photo. Moments later we were off.

The monsoon broke the day prior, so we were forecasted clear blue skies for today. We stayed in a close pack for the most part, hiking at an aggressive pace so as to knock out the gradual miles as quickly as possible. There were several climbers in our group, so we all took note of the Incredible Hulk a short distance up Little Slide Canyon to the south.

There was some jostling for position within the pack. I tried to let others go in front of me but they insisted I stay in front. No one wanted the pressure of setting the pace. It took us a little more than an hour to hike four miles and reach Barney Lake. Even though I trained, I was shocked with how strong my pace had been.

I snapped one photo, took a couple sips of water, then continued up the trail. A couple people didn't even stop to look at the lake. I continued leading a strong pace, but around mile 7 I felt I could no longer maintain a conversation. I let the larger part of the group finally pass me, taking pride that I had hiked so far in less than two hours. I figured I could hike at a more comfortable pace then pick it up again once I hit Peeler Lake, where flat and downhill hiking would begin.

The lake was as beautiful as ever.

Crown Point stood in the backdrop.

Hunter and Yumi were the only two that were left from the original group at the start. I could sense that both of them could have probably left me in the dust, but chose to stick with me as it was the most conservative thing to do. While a little slower, I knew the exact route, so by sticking with me there was little risk of getting left alone in the backcountry. I think Hunter also wanted to pick my brain a little bit. He seemed mostly unaware of peak bagging as a whole, and appeared surprised that there was this huge community dedicated to our niche sport. I explained many of the rules, philosophies and controversies that surrounded the challenge. He seemed to get a kick out of all the drama that surrounds such a silly event. We had a nice long chat as we power walked down Kerrick Meadow and Rancheria Creek.

Everyone’s instinct, including my own, wanted us to leave the trail early and head directly towards the peak. However the most efficient route was to continue downhill below 9,000 ft, then head west towards the peak. I noticed an individual in the trees above the trail to my right. Thinking it was a challenge participant who left the trail too early, I yelled up at the person. I thought it was Sean King, and when he replied saying he wasn’t Sean, I asked if he was with the challenge, to which he replied that he was a ranger. Doh! He then started to lecture us on how we were far in the back country and should make sure that we could make it back. This guy was starting to annoy me. Come on man, it was like 8:30am. We continued quickly on our way, but I remained paranoid that he would continue to sniff about. I reminded the few people that I would see throughout the day that this was not an official event and to stay in groups of 8 people or less on the off trail sections. Once it was time to leave the trail, I decided to take a long rest at a stream and hydrate. I told Yumi and Hunter to follow the band of trees that climbed up and over the ridgeline ahead. 

I ran into John-Kyle and Zee, who also had a chat with the ranger. Zee’s big brain gave the ranger a perfect answer when he asked what we were doing. “We are all heading to different places,” was his response. We continued up the the band of trees and quickly got separated. I was on my own for the first time today, and honestly I was surprised it took so long. From the top of the ridge I had great view south towards Mt Conness, Volunteer Peak and Regulation Peak.

To the southwest was Piute Mountain.

For the first time, Price Peak became visible to the west. It was an impressive looking peak.

Now I began a contouring effort to the base of the peak. While I most likely could have found a class 2 route, the route I chose had some fun and challenging scramble sections.

I took a route that climbed directly up the eastern slopes of the peak. Then I aimed for a notch in the ridgeline to the north of the summit block.

There were some people ahead of me and others already heading down. The steep nature of the section was tiresome, in addition to the fact that I was now approaching my 15th mile of the day.

I purposely chose direct scramble routes that made the climb more interesting, however the ridge could have been obtained with class 2 and easy class 3 scrambling. From the ridge I continued south towards the summit.

I climbed a false summit and got cliffed out, so I had to backtrack slightly and find a path through the dwarf pines until I finally reached the true summit where I met Hunter and Yumi once again. On the summit I found a Gordon and Barbara register from before I was born.

Hunter and Yumi left as soon as I arrived, but I wasn’t alone for long. Grundy and Chris joined me a few minutes later. They had come directly from Peak 10,584.

The benchmark remained in tact.

To the northwest were Snow Peak, Craig Peak and Tower Peak.

To the west were Macomb Ridge and the remote peaks north of Hetch Hetchy.

To the south were Piute Mountain, Mt Hoffman and Tuolumne Peak.

To the southeast were Mt Florence, Mt Maclure, Mt Lyell, Mt Ritter and Banner Peak.

I ate some food and asked about Peak 10,584. I hadn’t strongly considered it before, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to tag as a bonus peak. Chris and Grundy were considering bonus peaks even deeper into the back country after Price Peak.

So off I went north along the ridgeline.

There was a lot of fun scrambling to be had along the way, but more importantly, the terrain was very easy and demanded little effort.

It was a peaceful walk, and after 1.5 miles I found myself on the granite summit. I also found the “historic” summit register which Chris and Grundy had alluded to.

To the northeast were Acker Peak, Hunewill Peak and Crown Point.

To the east were Matterhorn Peak, Twin Peaks, North Peak and Mt Conness.

To the south were the Ritter Range and the Clark Range.

To the southwest was Price Peak.

To the west was Richardson Peak.

To the northwest were Snow Peak, Craig Peak and Tower Peak.

I was very happy with my decision to choose this route because I don’t think it added much difficulty to my return. I continued along the top of the ridge as it turned to the northeast. I was glad that I had my approach shoes, since the grip was appreciated on several slabby sections.

The trail was down in Kerrick Meadow below, but the best route was to stay atop the ridge.

The area in which I hiked gets very few human visitors. It felt like perfect bear habitat up there, and I was surprised I didn’t see one.

Signs of past glaciers were evident.

I found a water source where I drank unfiltered to my heart’s content, then dropped back down to the trail where I began my long, lonely and beautiful walk back to the car.

I stopped at Peeler Lake to jump in the lake, then battled gastrointestinal issues as I powerwalked back down the trail.

Once back in the lowlands, I stopped to study a racer snake.

The master controller within my brain sounded the alarm as I crossed the 30 mile threshold. This was my first ever 30+ mile hike, and my legs were beginning to falter. I squatted down to stretch my quads as I approached the campground, but this was a big mistake. It felt like some had given me a charley horse throughout my entire legs. I stumbled through the campgrounds with none of the relaxed campers having any idea what I just put myself through. I decided to wait a few minutes for my friend Brian who just completed Crown Point, which was the longest hike he had ever done at 20 miles. Afterwards, I head to town for some much needed nutrition then continued south to Convict Lake where our next day’s hike would begin. My time was 12 hours and 45 minutes. Sometime afterwards Drew Doblar shared the following photo of all 13 participants who completed the challenge peak in the summit register.

Official Summary:

Dylan Doblar completed the hike with an impressive 8hr 55 min time, winning the stage. Rob Houghton, Sean King, Mike Toffey, Hunter Plude and Yumi Veilpeau finished next, in that order. Zee Chumiwala, John-Kyle Mohr, Patrick Kiley and Drew Doblar will most likely finish tonight. Sean Casserly, Chris Henry and Tom Grundy visited both Price Peak and bonus Peak 10584. Chris Henry and Tom Grundy remain in the backcountry climbing bonus peaks, chasing the coveted polka-dot jersey. Alicia Henry and Brian Wang climbed Crown Point. Jonathan Mason DNF.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Could you write something where you are fake dating Lando but have feelings for him? And during the crash you get super scared so when he comes back to the garage you ran to him and give him a big hug and some kisses. But he thinks you did it for your stunt and is a bit hurt because he has feelings for you too? Fluffy ending please

Lando's car touched Pierre's and he lost control of it. You hold your breath. It happened in slow motion, everyone in the garage praying for him to not hit the wall or another car. It would make it worst.

When he finally got back to the garage you were shaking on your knees. Your relationship was fake but after months of travelling with him, going on dates, and basically spending more time with Lando than with anyone else, you had fallen for him. Watching his car crash like that made you rethink everything. You loved him and you didn't want to lose him.

Acting by impulse, you walked to him as soon as you saw him taking his helmet off. He wasn't expecting you to do that, so he looked at you in surprise. But when you hugged him and hid on his neck, his heart beat faster. He was still shaken but hugged you hard against his body.

"I was super scared, Lando" You whispered on his neck while you ran your hand over his back. You wanted to feel him. He was with you, he was okay.

"I'm okay. It didn't even hurt" He said looking at you.

His green eyes were brilliant. You took his face in your hands. He was red and sweaty. You kissed his cheek and then, without thinking much about it, you pressed your lips against his in a sweet kiss. It wasn't your first kiss, you had kissed a hundred times only for the cameras. But it felt different for the both of you. It was more passionate and needy, more loving. It was an actual kiss, not only a bit of pressure on the lips. Your mouths moved together in perfect synchrony until Lando broke apart.

You only had time for kissing his cheek again before he completely pulled away. You were a bit taken aback, but maybe it was because of the crash. He probably needed to rest.

You looked around, there were some people looking and smiling, but also the cameras and that Netflix crew.

A few hours later, you were leaving the paddock hand in hand with Lando. It was almost a habit now. Every time you were in public you would hold hands.

He had been really quiet since the race. He was disappointed, the whole thing had been a mess. Strategy, the circuit, going from points to P15, then crashing... He was probably tired too.

Jon and Lando's manager were walking ahead of you, but apart from that, you were alone. The other people were meters away. Even though, Lando spoke in a lower voice.

"What you did before, was it for the stunt? Was it fake?"

You looked at him. You were a bit confused. You had done a lot of things for the stunt today, playing the proud and loving girlfriend in front of everyone.

"The kiss" He said looking at you. "Was it real when you kissed me after the race or was it just for Netflix?"

You gasped. He had caught you.

"If it wasn't real I want this stupid fake relationship thing to end because it's getting more painful with every minute I spend with you."

You stopped in your tracks, pulling his hand so he would stop in front of you. He was saying that he wanted it to be real, right?

"Lando..."

He looked at you with eyes full of emotion.

"It felt different, but I don't know if you were just playing your part or if you really felt it too" He said with a sour voice.

"I... I felt it, Lando" You whispered looking into his eyes. "I may have fallen in love with you" Your heart was beating fast. He shared your feelings.

Lando opened his mouth to speak, but words didn't come out of it. He decided to act better than speak, so he cupped your face with his big hand and leaned for a kiss. You met him halfway and trapped his plump lips softly. It felt even better than before. You snaked your arms around his neck and he let his free hand on your waist. YOu felt like flying.

When you broke apart, he looked you in the eyes.

"I may have fallen in love with you too, YN"

You smiled and hugged him tightly.

"It's not fake anymore, right?" You felt him whisper in your ear.

YOu said no with your head and smiled. Pulling back to look at him in the eyes, you spoke. "I love you" He laughed a bit and kissed your lips once more. "I love you too"

"Guys, you are really cute and all of that but..." You heard Jon and when you both looked at him he was signalling the paparazzi a few meters away.

"Oh, let's go."

You hold hands with Lando again and started walking in Jon's direction.

"So..." The trainer seemed curious.

"We are not so fake dating anymore" Lando said with a huge smile.

The next day you woke up to a couple of headlines: Lando Norris and YN YSN shared a passionate and sweet moment after Miami GP.

[huenjin]

the devil’s tango.

summary — and when your demon boyfriend's best friends ruin your valentine's day plans with said demon boyfriend by lighting up a restaurant in flames, they make sure to apologise well. or, in which jisung, changbin and chan show you all the ways a devil can fuck a woman.

pairing — 3racha x reader

genre — smut | demons!au

ratings — 18+

word count — 14.4k words

warnings — mentions of flame, indications of objectification, mentions of themes of afterlife, heaven and hell | smut specifications under the cut

note — the way this was written only thanks to @chaangbin​ and her sprinto discord thing pwp and is totally inspired from this one nsfw asmr i chanced upon on reddit. happy reading and sinning, babes.

smut warnings —

i. groping, dirty talk, objectification, car sex, marking, slight temperature play, thigh riding, dirty talk, slight blood play (jisung gets a slight rush !!), grinding, fingering, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, vaginal stimulation, ruined orgasm;

ii. changbin calls you baby girl (!!), choking, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dumbification (changbin talks a loooot dirty, heads up !!) nipple play, breast play, pain kink, spitting, marking, so so so much marking omfg, intercrural sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex (better safe than anything else irl okay?), squirting, overstimulation, reader slips into subspace, changbin's kinda hard on the reader; chan bring you back from subspace because he's protective like that !!!

iii. tattooed!chan — chan has this huge dark feathered wing tattoo in his back omf and the reader has a tattoo kink, of sorts— dick piercing!chan, tongue piercing!chan, so !! much !! making !! out !!, calls you princess throughout the story because you are one, nipple play, breast play, daddy kink, grinding, spanking, pain kink, degradation (but chan like gives reader heads up in such a nice way because chan best boy !!), teasing cause chan won't give it to you just like that !!!, so much begging, pussy slapping, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!), bulge kink, creampie, slight after care.

Chan thinks Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme by the very commercial, capitalistic world. 

Not that his devilish self cared when he could have all the luxuries in the world in his hand by the very thought of it. Chan doesn't care even more because you, his girlfriend, loved Valentine's Day more than anything in this world, second only to your love for him. If anything, you loved Valentine's Day this much because of him.

And that is exactly why he is driving down the neat lane to this newly opened restaurant, right across the town, that you have been hyping up for months now. His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, shoes pressed flat against the gas as his other hand lies gently on your exposed thigh, thanks to your little black skirt riding up to his delight.

"Thank you for doing this," you mumble, your right hand shifting to place itself on top of his hand and grip at it softly. "You know, even after you hate all the couples out there, ever to exist."

Chan laughs, a hearty one in fact. His thumb rubs against the palmar side of your hand — one of the many affectionate things your devil does for you, albeit all the times he reminds you he is second to Lucifer himself.

"I don't hate them all." Lie. Chan knows that's an obvious lie and so do you. You click your tongue and your boyfriend bites his lower lip in a sheepish action, momentarily glancing at you before bringing his attention back on the road. "I like us. We make such a power couple. If anything, we should be the only couple to exist. Valentine's Day should exist for only one couple and that should be us."

Raising your eyebrows before letting it fall, face softening up instantly as you gaze at your boyfriend's side profile, you coo, "Aw. I see finally that there are things the devil too doesn't get at his will."

"You were one amongst them," Chan sniggers, his hand slowly trailing upwards as they shift from underneath your hand's grip. "But look where we are now."

Your breath hitches as his fingers slightly trace parallel lines as they move upwards and your eyelids flutter a bit. The pads of his fingers are hot against the coldness of your skin and the temperature difference is great enough to raise goosebumps on them.

"Chan." It's a whisper. Almost as if a great amount of determination is required for you to make this decision to turn him down. "You are driving. Plus, let's not ruin the night already. You've booked us a nice table in this amazing restaurant on this beautiful night."

"But I could make it even better." Chan licks his lower lip as he presses on the brakes, the heavy traffic stopping him from proceeding further. His hand is now completely underneath your skirt, short enough to his pleasure, fingers edging so close to your panties that your head involuntarily shifts back and your lips part.

You have been dating him for months now and every single time he touches you, you feel like a starved woman craving for every drop of his affection, desiring every part of him. Chan has been more than willing to comply, however. Your body reacts to his touches and his kisses like you are on heat and every time your boyfriend points it out, you blame it on his extraterrestrial, hellish skills; that he had you in his control.

Little do you know that it is the other way round. That Chan chooses to stay in the mortal world for you, to be with you. That he knows he will have to part with you one day when you shift over to the other side and maybe you could have sinned enough to be with him in the other world too. However, Chan knows how much God loves playing his cards and for that, he'll seize every single moment he gets with you.

All because he loves you. He is in love with you. 

Chan realises this a few weeks back. Of course, he feels the weird thing humans call butterflies when you are so understanding of him being hell's very spawn. However, it is when you cook dinner for him as you wait for him to come, or how you ask him about his day and listen ardently that he realises: hell could never be worthy enough to have someone as beautiful as you. He shouldn't deserve you — fuck, the very act of him laying his filthy eyes on you should have sent your guardian angel into a frenzy but you chose him. You chose to be with him and for that, he'd mayhaps, thank that lousy old God up in the heavens. 

"Dinner first," you strictly say. You remove his hand from underneath your skirt, wrapping your hand around his as you hold it up to kiss his knuckles. "When we get back home, I promise. In fact, I'll be the one to jump at you as soon as we reach the doorsteps." Chan laughs, mumbling, "Ah, my baby girl, my princess," under his breath and turns to look at the signal that has changed to green. He presses on the gas, speeding to reach the place on time as per reservations. 

Having Chan's hand in yours roots you in confidence from your biggest fear deep down — that he would fade away from your life one day and worse, he'd take away the memories with him to rid you of the pain from his absence. His calloused hand grips onto yours and you hold it close to your chest, shutting your eyes for a minute because this is what Valentine's Day is all about for you. Bang Chan and everything your devil of a boyfriend is. He has shown you both heaven and hell and even though you did not believe in the afterlife, you do not mind going to hell, especially not if he is there with you. 

"Why is there smoke up in the air?" Chan asks himself in absolute confusion as he takes the right on the road to the restaurant. Upon finding a neat parking spot about a hundred meters away from the restaurant, he gets out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you like a true gentleman. 

"Why, thank you!" You giggle, hand slapping right across your lips at the unpleasant sound that leaves your mouth and Chan smiles so widely at you, almost as if he is looking at his whole world right before him. You get out of the car and Chan closes the door right behind you.

"You look so damn pretty today, baby," Chan hugs you by the waist temporarily and snuggles into your neck, only to leave a quick kiss against it. You push him slightly and Chan chuckles, raising his right hand, that is not held by you, to protest. "I'm not making a move. We did get dressed well so let's have a nice romantic dinner first and when we get back home—" His voice drops a note lower. "We'll have a hot night and let this Valentine's Day wrap up rightfully as it should."

"And what's the right way, Mr. Hotshot Devil?"

"With my dick wrapped around your sweet little pussy," he smiles, lips extending so wide across his face that your cheeks heat up. He leans closer, pressing his lips against the pinna of your ears as he whispers, "You'll be begging me over and over and I'll treat you like the good little girl you are for me."

Your breath hitches and a flustered broken gasp leaves your lips as your fingers dig into his forearm. Chan's harmonious laughter over having made you a flustered mess rings in your ear till it is cut off by loud screams and foggy vision thanks to dark grey smoke. 

"That's a lot of smoke," you comment worried as your boyfriend takes you by his hand and walks you down the road to the restaurant. He takes small strides to let you walk at ease. "I wonder if something is on— Fuck. The restaurant is in flames. It's on fire. Fuck."

Chan's eyes widen and he stares at the fire long enough to see two figures making their way towards you. Two very familiar faces too hard for him to ever forget, especially because Chan has spent more than a millennium with them. 

"Jisung? Changbin?"

"Do you know them, baby?" You whisper into his ears, hiding slightly behind him as you cower at the magnanimous presence of the two individuals before you. 

"Sometimes I wish I didn't," he rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he looks at the two younger demons in a gaze filled with doubt and suspicion. 

"You lie!" The taller of the two says. "We had ramen together and you know ramen is exactly the way for people to bond."

"That's Jisung," Chan introduces as he slightly brings you forward. Your fingers play with the end of your short skirt, trying to bring it further down as the two men — demons, you presumed — looked at you and almost seemed to be studying you. "And the one by his side is Changbin."

"We've been friends for a while," Jisung informs and judges at Changbin who still continues to stare at you in displeasure. Did one of Chan's friends already not like you? You guess it is normal but deep down you know it hurts. You have always had the innate tendency to make sure that everyone liked you and the very thought of Chan's friends disliking you puts you to this sorrow as much as you hate to agree to it. 

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, Bin," Chan glares back at the shorter of the two before drifting his attention to Jisung and enquiring, "How did this even happen?"

"That's on me. I crashed my car into the restaurant," Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Your eyes widen and you look further beyond the two men to see a beautiful red Maserati driven into the restaurant, caught in flames just as the whole building is. 

"The people!" You scream, rushing forward. Chan holds your wrist in worry, holding you back, and you look at your boyfriend with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They are my people."

Changbin scoffs, mumbling under his breath, "Stupid humans and their weird sense of morality at all the wrong times." Your heart drops at his words and Chan lets go of your hand, only to take a step forward in Changbin's direction, eyes narrowing at the demon. 

Jisung laughs hesitantly, slipping right between the two males and pushing them away. He looks at you and rushes forward to lean close to you. You are taken aback by the sudden invasion of your personal space but something in his eyes holds you fixed, enamored by his whole being. 

"There are no casualties, sweetheart. Don't worry!" 

Jisung leans back soon after, standing firm on his toes, and turns to look at your boyfriend. Smiling as wide as you've seen any devil smile, he prompts, "Since all our Valentine's Day plans got ruined, what if we spent it together?" He glances at you and you look away, eyes catching Changbin's who still looks at you in suspicion. 

"I—" 

"Jisung," Chan warns.

Jisung rushes to Changbin's side. Directing his attention towards you all while nudging the hell out of Changbin's side, he wiggles his eyebrows, "He may seem rude like this but trust me, he's the tsundere kind of lover."

"What the fuck," Changbin mumbles and turns his head away. "I'm not saying anything."

Your boyfriend is very flustered at the very happenings around him. Jisung suggesting a possibility of a wild night, the restaurant going into flames, and his girlfriend, albeit looking scared, positively looking at this whole proposal — maybe it has been too long since he has been away from hell for the mere chaos to fluster him.

Without a word said further to his friends, he pulls you away. You bite your lower lip, nibbling and pulling at the dead skin. Chan quickly takes your hand in his, eyes fixing on yours and staying in silence for a short while till he finally asks, "Are you okay?"

"Can I be honest?"

"Yes, please."

"Are all your friends this hot and a solid mess?"

"Should I be offended?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees you joke nervously. 

"No, no." You hit his arms, jokingly. You draw circles onto his arm and bring the topic forward finally. "I know I might have looked like I was taken aback — I was — but remember how we had this talk once about bringing people into our sex lives," you gulp, "I think this is a great moment to see if we'd like it in our relationship."

"Are you sure?" Chan's hand frames your face and you lean into it. 

"One hundred percent."

"These are demons, baby," he hesitates. 

"And you're a demon too. Stop stating the obvious, Chan. Plus, I have you."

"Are the two of you done?" Jisung asks loudly. You hold Chan's wrist and drag him towards his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the sudden beam of confidence that radiates from you. 

"We are. I'm Y/N," you finally introduce yourself. "Sorry for being awkward in the beginning—"

"Oh, don't be," Changbin mumbles, gaze still wary of you. "Jisung tends to have that effect on people."

"Hey!"

"Anyhow," Changbin finally smiles tonight. "Thanks to someone," He glares at Jisung, "We lost both our dinner and our car. So do you mind if we travel with you?"

"Oh, no," you clasp your hands together. "We'll give you a ride back to our place. Chan could cook us something," you smile at your boyfriend and he merely shrugs.

"And we can let the night roll into whatever it is, right?" Jisung's gaze is different, almost like he's insinuating a thousand different sex positions in one look. 

"Yes," you say after a long pause and an audible gulp. "We can let the night roll into whatever setting it turns to."

"Lead the way, princess," Jisung's arms move in abduction and you smile, skin wrinkling by your eyes at his chirpy self. You walk forward to the car and Chan slows down his strides to walk with the boys. 

His arms wrap around the shoulders of both the demons and he pulls them closer to sharply whisper. "You fucking hurt her and I'll have both your arses burning in the hottest flames in hell. I swear to Lucifer."

"What if she likes it?" Changbin raises an eyebrow, almost provoking Chan and your boyfriend glares back at him equally, gritting his teeth and almost growling. 

With clenched teeth, he restates, "Keep it tame," and lets go of them.

Chan should know better. Nothing is tame for the men in hell.

Changbin calls shotgun, putting you next to Jisung in the back seat while Chan drives the car.

"This is consensual, right?" Jisung asks again. There is concern lacing his face and Changbin sighs, mumbling, "She has said she wants us more than ten times, Sungie."

"Chan, you're alright with me fucking your girlfriend in the back while you drive?"

Chan's breath hitches, coughs entailing and you smile at how lost he looks for a minute as he turns back in worry, slowing the car down. "In the back or in the back of the car?"

"You never know. Maybe she might like it."

"Don't you dare!"

"Fine," he begrudgingly agrees. 

"As long as she's okay with it. Do not make her uncomfortable at all, guys," Chan sighs and turns back, pressing on the gas and almost taking all his thoughts out on it. You blush, cheeks staining a shade lighter and heat rising up as soon as you feel Jisung edge closer to you. In the front seats, Changbin talks to Chan, catching up on every single thing they have missed out in these years.

In the back seat, however, Jisung has different plans. A whole different plan to break you down into putty in his hands. 

"So, it seems like you are the girl that Chan wouldn't stop talking about and fawning over," Jisung's voice is huskier in the low tone he chooses to speak in to keep the conversation just between the two of you. "Nice to meet you, lovely. I'm Jisung. Now that I see you, I realise what all the fuss is about. You really are breathtaking."

You giggle, "You flatter me. Do all demons sweet talk this well?"

"Only the finest," Jisung winks. His hand wraps around your forearm and he slowly asks again, "It is alright for me to fuck you, right?"

The crudeness of the word in front of not just you but also two other demons leaves you flustered. Jisung pushes your hair strands that have gotten loose and fall to cover your eyes, behind your ears. 

"Yes, it is," you repeat for what you have counted in your head as the eleventh time. "It's totally alright, Jisung."

"Then, can I come closer?" You nod and Jisung edges forward, closer than he already is. "You know how us demons work, right?"

"Uh," you look down at your hands on your skirt. "You get wild every now and then." Jisung hums in approval, cupping your face with his left hand.

"Bingo, you're right!" Jisung grips your face a little stronger than a second before. "We, demons, love to go wild." He scoffs and continues, "Your boyfriend loves to play nice and pretend like he doesn't lose control and has only virtuous thoughts. All a big fucking facade to hide the fact that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you—" Jisung kisses your neck right underneath your face. "—Again and," he kisses your jugular. "Again and again." 

"I however am not. I like to do a lot of things to you."

Jisung bites sharply into your neck, sucking at the skin. The lewd noises resonate in the locked car and you know your boyfriend can hear each moan and each sound that comes from the back seat. The car moves only faster and Jisung's action matches the pace. He lets go of your neck only to crash his lips against yours, sucking in your lower lip as he kisses your hard. His arms snake around your frame and push you against him. 

You moan against his lips. It's volatile, you realise. Jisung's kisses are volatile. One minute they are harsh against your lips, strong enough to bruise them with cuts, and the very next minute, there is nothing softer than his lips or the goosebumps that trail your skin that he touched after untucking your shirt.

His skin is hot against yours, hot enough to raise goosebumps again on your skin. His lips are warmth personified and his grip makes you want to go unhinged 

He pulls back, lips parting and looking sinfully delectable. "It's in moments like these, princess, I realise how different our body temperatures are. How much warmer demons always are compared to humans. It must feel nice to have warm hands over you, doesn't it?" Jisung removes his hand from your bare skin and from underneath your white shirt. You gasp at the lack of contact, your skin feeling irritably cold all over again, and move closer into him.

"What a needy human," Jisung chuckles, and in the very blink of your eyes, he unbuttons your first two ones, exposing your black bra, laced to perfection, to him. "That's a pretty one. You really did go all out for Chan, did you not, princess?"

"I did. I wanted him to fuck me stupid and make me his tonight," you agree boldly and the car jolts to a stop suddenly. You are pushed forward into Jisung's warmth, your half-naked self pressed against Jisung's nice shirt. Changbin chuckles, looking at Chan and you turn to the side to see the traffic. You whisper again, "I still want him to fuck me stupid tonight."

"Oh, you are going to be all of ours tonight. We are going to make you such a slut for demon cock, princess. Make you greedy and desperate for it."

You are in the public. You are on the road, visible for any child or adult to look into your car only to see all the lustful deeds out in the open. You should have felt embarrassed, quivering in nothing but shame. However, all these triggers are for you to get wetter, panties sticking to your core and your grip to tighten on Jisung's arms. 

Jisung's hand moves back to unhook your bra. He lets it fall off your shoulders slightly before taking your left breast in his arms and bringing his face closer to it. He sucks on your left nipple, nipping on the areola around. His hand massages the right breast over the black lace bra and your head lolls forward. Your hand tightens around his shoulder and you desperately crave some friction in your nether regions. 

"Can I sit on your thigh, please?" You beg and Jisung's mouth leaves your nipple only to look up at you. 

"Only if you call me sir."

Jisung has an immaculate grip on your waist as he lifts you slightly, holding you mid-air and not letting you settle down on his thigh until you call him by what he desires to be called.

"Please let me sit on your thigh, sir."

"You're a good girl," and Jisung drops you down on his thigh. You blush at how Jisung calls you a good girl. You like being called names. Be it a good girl or a slut, the words coming out from them right during sex made you feel unique and special. Your skirt rides up and your wet panties are pressed flat against his nice formal pants. He kisses your lips again, this time biting into your lower lip and drawing a bit of the blood. The copper taste does nothing for the demon exactly, besides indulging him in a slight high he could almost get off on. You seethe against him and your hips grind down on his thigh almost unknowingly. Your lips part behind your panties, the two materials underneath and his flexed thigh providing you enough to ease the lust and thirst of wanting to feel more. 

"Does this feel good?" You moan in response and Jisung's eyes sparkle. "Ah, look at the expressions you are making." His hands grip tightly on your hips as he resolves to go back to your breasts and suck on them till the nipples harden for him and the areola swells up. His hands help your hips to move against his thigh quickly, soaking his navy blue pants darker. Your covered clit rubs over and over against his flexed thighs and the moans that leave your lips are loud and unhinged.

"Sir, ah, ah—" Your hands drop to hover your palm over his covered cock that rubs against your outer thigh. "I want more, sir. Fuck, fuck, I want more. Please, sir." And just as you begged, Jisung bites slightly into your breast just when he lets go of your hips and plunges two fingers into your wet lips, pushing the panties and skirt aside slightly. With your pussy filled with his fingers, Jisung continues to suck on your breasts and little kisses and hickeys all over them. 

Your moan is the loudest so far this night in that minute. His fingers are long and bony and they hit your walls and push against them exactly the way you like. Your pain and pleasure senses, both activated, seemed to be mixing signals leaving you with a slow, slow path to euphoria. "You like that, princess? Tell me."

"Your fingers feel so good, sir." You move against his thighs quickly, grinding on it rough as your pussy is stuffed with his fingers. "Sir, sir— Fuck, sir. There." Jisung curves his fingers, the joints by his finger rubbing against your spot, deep inside that has your thighs shivering and your whole body aching for more. He rubs against the spot till you gasp over and over again and he's laughing like the very devil he is.

"Oh my god, you're so wet for me, princess. You are dripping." Jisung quickly stills you on his thighs, his other hand digging into your hips. "I'm going to go a little—" He pulls out slightly before thrusting his fingers back in. 

"Sir, oh my god," your voice pitches higher and Jisung takes the positive signs well. He pushes his fingers back in after pulling them out. His forefinger moves away from the middle all while they are deep inside of you, stretching your walls apart and the sensation rules you up further as you move down, pulling him deeper and making you feel fuller than a second before. His fingers scissors inside of you, enhancing the sensations against your soft wet walls 

"You're so needy, princess. You like that, huh? Does it feel nice to have my fingers wide apart inside of you? Do you like it when I curl them up?" And Jisung curls them, eliciting a loud groan from you and your head dropping into his shoulder as you can feel yourself edge closer. 

He thrusts them faster. The lewd noises from your arousal gushing out and being pushed back in thanks to his fingers is intensified in the small space and your moans are like spice. Jisung sucks on your neck as his fingers hit your spot over and over again till the knot tightens so much that tears well up in your eyes and you pray he pushes you over the boundary. 

"You like my fingers thrusting fast, princess?" You nod and Jisung orders, "Words, princess."

"Yes, sir. I love it. I love it. I love— Ah! Ungh—" 

His thumb brushes finally against your clit and you bite into his shoulder. "Such a good princess. You deserve to cum, don't you? You were such a good girl." Jisung's thumb presses into your clit. His thrusts stills for a short second and your impatient self slides yourself up to fuck his fingers. The obscene sounds get louder with every second as you move closer to your orgasm. 

"I think I should introduce another finger. Princess got my two fingers sopping wet." Jisung's third finger now plunges into you, pushing you apart even further and your breath hitches. He thrusts at a great speed, "We'll be faster, a little bit faster. That will be alright, right?" You know you are close, just a little bit of clitoral stimulation and Jisung's three bony fingers thrusting up into you, hitting the spots—

The electric motor revs and the garage door opens. Chan slowly moves the car into the garage, darkness seeping into the car. Jisung thrusts sloppily, once and then twice before pulling them away from your core, leaving your walls to clench on nothing desperately. You cry, "No, no, no, no—" 

His voice is husky as he says, "Looks like we are here, princess. We are home." Slowly, without breaking contact with your eyes, Jisung sucks on his forefinger and then the middle finger and then the third slowly, tongue wrapping across it, dancing almost like a whole orchestra was playing in the background. 

Chan rushes to open your door. He sees your haphazard hair, unbuttoned shirt and exposed breasts and he groans. You are insatiable just as he has always known. Your eyes are lost and mind far away at dreams of achieving orgasm. Chan buttons up your shirt and helps you get out of the car. His hold on your frame is tight and he kisses the side of  your forehead.

"Chan's making pasta," Changbin announces and walls towards you, raising an eyebrow at your sight. 

"We already have a whole meal here." Jisung licks your arousal from his lower lips. Chan rolls his eyes, before calling out loudly, "Jisung!"

"Yes?"

"You're helping me with dinner."

"But why me? I want to fuck Y/N," he whines. "All I did was tease her in the back of the car." 

Chan leans into you and whispers, "Feel free to hit him when you want to. You'll have me to reason out and save you from anything." You laugh lightly, head slowly focusing on your boyfriend. He shifts his attention back to Jisung, "Because I said so and it's the least of hospitality you must show."

Jisung groans, before reluctantly agreeing, "I have a huge appetite, so heads up." You stare at Jisung, head with thoughts far in the past than in the present. 

Fuck appetite. Fuck Han Jisung. Figuratively, and if fortunate, quite literally. You have a ruined orgasm for the first time that night and all you have an appetite for is one — to be humble — mind-blowing orgasm to take you to the end of the world and back.

Your boyfriend is a gentleman.

In the years you have known Chan, you know for sure that heaven and hell is nothing but a lie. Ironically. The stigmatization of having to be only bad or only good is so skin deep in humans that the very thought of a devil being nice seems like an illusion. That is, if the whole concept of heaven and hell is not an illusion already.

Chan is nice. He is nice to you and that is all that matters to you. He treats you like a princess because you are his princess — the only person worth staying on earth for. 

So when he lets the guys go ahead and pulls you behind a wall right before the huge living room of his apartment is in view, you know he has something to say. That, or he has a kiss to steal.

"Are you okay?" 

Chan's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes softening in worry as his hands lift up to cup your face, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. You break a smile, leaning forward to brush the tip of your nose against his and you place a delicate peck on the same spot. 

"More than ever. I told you, baby, right? That I'll tap out the minute this gets too much for me."

"I'm just so worried. You've never—"

"Are you guys making out?" You hear Jisung's voice resonate against the walls and you turn your head, stifling the laughter that bubbles inside of you. Jisung yells again, "Chan, pasta!"

"I'm coming," he yells back, dropping his hand from your face. "I'm coming. Oh, if only Lucifer burnt you alive!" 

"I'd have to be alive for that, ha!"

"Go," you chuckle, kissing his lips only to pull back in a short second. "I'll hang out with Changbin."

"He's. . ." Chan sighs. "Just remember to be comfortable, baby, okay?"

"I know. I trust them. Beyond everything, I trust you."

You hold Chan's hand in yours and pull him away from the shadows of the wall, bring him before his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the two of you, before taking a step forward as Chan follows Jisung to the kitchen.

"That leaves us together alone for a while," Changbin suggests, arms folded over each other as he takes quicker steps towards you. He doesn't tower over you much but his entire persona that he broods is enough to make you whimper, lips to part unknowingly and eyes to widen in want. "I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Changbin. I've known your boyfriend since forever. We became demons around the same time."

"Oh," you respond, mouth patching up with the excessive want.

"I'd like to get to know you, sweetheart?" Changbin is close enough for you to feel the warmth that exudes from his body. His arms drop for a small second before his right one lifts up. His thumb and forefinger grips on your chin to angle it up slightly for you to look at him properly. The name he calls you by makes you gasp under your breath, loving the endearment and he notices. Changbin notices how much the term has its effect on you in this minute.

"Do you like being called a sweetheart, princess? An angel, maybe? Do you like dressing up in pretty pink lingerie for Chan? Maybe you want to be a baby doll on top of me for the night?" Changbin lets go of your chin before taking a step back and walking towards Chan's sofa. He sits down on it, thighs spread apart as his arm rests on the side. His attention drifts back to you, lips quirking up in brief excitement. "Or despite dating one of the most sinful creatures ever to exist, you like being called a good girl?"

Your thighs clench together and you grip at the end of your skirt. Changbin laughs at the reaction he draws out from you. He taps on his thighs and beckons for you, "Why don't you come be a good girl on my lap, hm?"

You take shy steps towards him, before sitting on his thighs that he now has pressed together. Either of your legs dangle on the sides of his body and Changbin holds your hips as he pulls you closer. Your skirt crumpled up, exposing so much more to him and Changbin is in delight at how pretty you look on top of him.

"May I?" And you nod, mumbling a soft yes. His hand slowly trails above, starting from the point right above your knee joint. It's slow and sensuous for a soft second as his fingers slowly climb up your thigh before the tables turn over and Changbin's hand rips the panties from underneath your skirt and throws it to the side. Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up as you hold onto his shoulder at the sudden force. 

"We won't be needing that for the night now, do we?"

You bite your lip and Changbin's hand hovers over your sodden lips from the previous encounter with Jisung. He rubs his palm over it as he locks his gaze with yours and asks, "Respond, princess. I need to hear you respond."

"No, we won't need that."

"That's my good girl," Changbin praises you and presses the heel of his palm into your clitoral region and you moan explicitly and unhinged. He rubs it slightly and your burning core oozes more of your arousal out into his hand, burning for that long forgotten orgasm you had hoped for. Using his other hand, he rips open your blouse, the top button letting free from the dress at all the harsh happenings it has been through for the night. 

"Oh dear, look at that," Changbin clicks his tongue repeatedly before plunging his fingers into your core and pulling your bra down with his teeth at the same time, grazing slightly at your breast that it leaves you thrusting yourself on his fingers that drive hard into you. 

You whimper, "Changbin, fuck," and he lets out an amused sound. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of you as he lips wrap around your nipple, lapping at it. He lets go momentarily, hot breath fanning all over your mound and he asks,

"Do you like this or maybe is it some pain that you like?" 

And within a second, Changbin's teeth bite into the flesh by your mound. His unoccupied hand cups your mound, massaging it before flicking your nipple. Harshly. You gasp, head dropping forward as you lean into Changbin's chest, whimpering repeatedly.

"Baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" He flicks it again, pain shooting up your nerves and you slightly bite into his neck. He speaks into your skin. "She likes it a lot."

Changbin says he likes art. He talks about how he loves the purple colours that blend into the pink and then, the colours of your skin. He sucks on your bosom, littering the area around your areola with pretty, pretty marks all while his fingers are plunged deep inside of you, pads of the same rubbing your walls while his palm rubs the collected arousal into your core, pressing into your clit and stimulating it 

Your senses are alert and every breath, every moan that is present in the air is hyperbolised in your ears. You can feel Changbin's rough fingers slowly pull out while his mouth trails down to wrap his lips around your areola, tongue wrapping around your nipple and he laps at it like a starved animal.

"Chan's too nice to you, too gentle, too kind to you. Treats you like some porcelain doll. I don't blame him for that," Changbin taunts you. He pulls his fingers out from your dripping core and his mouth leaves your breasts. Your walls contract at the sudden absence of his fingers and you grind down onto his thighs, expecting — begging more.

Changbin flicks at your stimulated clitoris. It sends a rush of both pain and pleasure intermingled up your spine, hitting your brain cells, leaving you lost and in a trance. He continues the mockery, "I usually don't fuck with humans. In fact, I even condoned Chan for doing that. No offense to you, baby girl, but humans are delicate, too fragile, for my taste. No matter how sex crazed or ravenous you are, you are still no match for a demon by comparison."

Changbin kisses up your neck, marking you up as he draws out his mockery. You think it is weird that this time round Changbin doesn't intimidate or anger you. Rather every word he says sends a trail of arousal shooting downwards, making you wetter with every passing second — making you anticipate for so much more. It is embarrassing at how wet you are from every single teasing you have been put throygh for the night. 

"You may think Chan is different but he isn't, baby girl. He's just as demonic as we are, just as fucked up as every creature from hell is. He might hold back for you, but when you push his buttons well enough, you know he'll unleash it all. Even Jisung. The only difference between them and yours truly is that—" Changbin pauses. His lips quirk up and his hand unbuckles his belt, metal clinging as it comes undone. He unzips the pant and shoves it down as he lifts himself up with you with such ease that your fragile, weak and overstimulated self is in surprise. He pulls his dick out from his formal pants and it is hot, hard and everything you crave at this point. 

You think it's unfair for a man with this big an ego to have this thick a cock and you were this close to blaming God for being unfair when you realise this isn't his territory. And history has proven that Lucifer has always been kind to his followers. 

Changbin strokes his cock, thumb rubbing at the slit at the hot head. You salivate, almost ready to drip from the corner of your mouth when Changbin cuts your thoughts — filthy thoughts, too dirty to be spoken of; filthy, filthy thoughts on how heavy his cock would be on your mouth, on how wide his cock would stretch your mouth and how deep he'd go, perhaps all the way to your throat — and holds your thighs, pulling you closer into him to position you in such a way that his cock is straddled right between the flesh of both your thighs.

"The only difference between me and the other two, baby girl, is that," Changbin's voice drops an octave lower as he almost growls, "I don't make a habit of suppressing it at all. I can grab you by the throat just like this—"  The demon holds you by your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck hovering right across your jugular and carotid, pressing them slightly. It is scary how you are here trusting a demon fully aware that an inch deeper and you would be accompanying him in your journey to the other world. Or mayhaps it's your trust in your boyfriend. Changbin's fingers are wrapped deliciously around your neck and your pussy leaks juices, coating his dick that is pressed against it. "—and thrust my dick so deep into you and fuck you so hard that your body, mind and soul is broken beyond repair."

Your mouth opens wide, tongue resting against your lower lip and Changbin spits into your mouth, ordering you instantly, "Swallow," and when you do, he lets go of your neck for a second, caressing the roughened area and mumbling, "You're a good, good girl for me, aren't you, baby girl?"

You nod, voice hoarse as you beg like a kitten in her worst heat, "Please, please, please—"

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words like the good girl you are."

"Fuck me, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me. Need your dick in me. I'll be a good girl." 

Changbin laughs loudly, almost as if he is mocking you. He is, because his fingers wrap around your neck once again as he thrusts his cock upwards. It slides against your wet lips, striking against your clit. "How could I fuck you when your thighs are this inviting? Look at how wet they are because of your arousal. You are leaking, baby. What a good whore."

"Binnie," you gasp, barely phrasing with his hold on your neck as he thrusts back upward. He holds your close as you equally grind on him. "Binnie, I want more. I want more."

"Be a good girl and I'll reward you, baby girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck your thighs." You nod and grind down. "How does it feel like, baby girl, to have my hard cock rubbing against you? Squeeze your legs tightly around me—" You wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, just like that." 

The squelching sounds are loud and prominent. The friction of his cock rubbing against your wet skin is amplified in the silence. Your hips move slightly trying to get as much as contact possible on your clit. Your head is empty, voices hindered and you can only think of how badly you want to get fucked, how badly you want Changbin to treat you more roughly. 

Changbin is vocal. Very, very vocal. He whimpers at every rub, moans loudly and grunts as you grind down on him. The filthy words that leave his mouth does not stop — "Your skin feels so warm and cool against my cock. Oh fuck, can you feel your clit throbbing against my dick, baby girl? You naughty little fucking thing."

His pace quickens as he thrusts further, grunting, "You are fucking delicious, baby girl. Chan's been keeping a whole asset away from us."

"Binnie, Binnie—" you moan, breasts rising and falling with every occasional jumping you do on his thighs to match the pace of his thrusts. "Choke me harder, please."

"What?"

"I want you to choke me harder."

"Fuck," and Changbin listens clearly. His fingers dig a little deeper and you are gasping, arousal dripping even more and staining his navy blue formal pants after coating his cock further. "Fucking grind on my cock. Baby girl, you are making me rethink my policy on humans."

"Ungh," you whimper when his cock stills and grinds onto your clit, focusing only on that. Changbin chuckles. His voice is laced with tease, "Easy there, baby girl. If my cock were to accidentally slip into your pussy, who knows what I might do." 

"Please, please—" You barely speak out when Changbin's grip on your neck loosens for a bit.

"Did I fuck the words out of you, baby? Did I fuck you stupid? I haven't even fucked you with my dick yet and look at you already. You would want that right, baby girl? For me to fuck you dumb, fuck you stupid. I'll have you ride my cock till all you know is how to be a good girl for me and how to take my big fat cock."

"Yes, yes, yes—" 

Changbin stops right when your whimpering increases, pitch shooting up higher and your chest rises and falls as he halts. However, in one swift motion, he pins you on the sofa, him on top of you and he stares at you. You are a disoriented mess, hair spilling onto your face and everywhere, clothes open partially but enough to spill everything and your legs — thighs specifically — are glistening in the lights.

"It sucks that you are Chan's girl, sweetheart? Do you think he'd mind sharing more than once?"

Changbin does not wait for your response. With the support of his hands, he brings his body down, head in direct contact with your skirt stained with your arousal and the precum that oozed out from his cock. He sucks deep purple marks into your thighs, trailing them all the way to your glistening core. And then, his mouth is on your sodden lips.

It's a miracle at how you are able to keep your eyes open. All the teasing this night has made your body heavy and yet, like some starving woman on sex steroid, your pussy aches for more. His lips are on your wet ones as he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. It is merciless. The demon he is, is marvellous, hot and a sex god at that. His tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening. 

The room is filled with lewd noises and your moans are loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Changbin licks stripes after stripes on your lips, lapping up your arousal as he hums in delight. Another stripe up your wet lips and he soon wraps his plump pair around your clit and sucks on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly. 

Changbin's sharp teeth graze over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. The vortex forms deep within you again, the sign of an impending orgasm and you can only pray that he doesn't leave you begging like Jisung did. It's coming. You are so close, again, for the second time this night and you needed it. You are sure that you would go crazy if you did not receive the release you had so prayed for. Changbin rubs your clit furiously, lips moving back to your cunt as he eats you out. Changbin's tongue flicks to perfection, hitting your sensitised bud over and over again till you snap and come undone all over his face, arousal squirting out and over his entire face.

Your legs quiver as Changbin laps it all up, tongue swiping across your lips till he has drunk every single drop of your arousal. Your eyes that were squeezed shut opens and you see the mess you have made on his face. 

"Fuck, I'm sor—" You try to lift yourself up to help him when Changbin pulls you by your legs closer to him and wraps his lips on your clit, sucking on the bud till it borders overstimulation and you are screaming out in both pain and pleasure, your abdomen pitting at the sight of another orgasm with his actions.

"Binnie, fuck, oh fuck," Tears well up at the corner of your eyes on being overstimulated. You can feel your brain getting fuzzier, sense hyperbolic at everything around you. You are falling into something you are unfamiliar with. "I'm sensitive, fuck. I'm so sensitive."

He moves forward, overstimulating you and your eyes roll up at all your nerves being triggered to send the excess messages of stimulation to your brain, knots tightening and you are ready to combust once again until Jisung walks out of the kitchen, announcing, "Dinner's ready."

"Too bad I had my fill," Changbin sniggers, tongue extending out of his mouth to lick your arousal off the corners of his mouth. Your chest rises and falls and you try to focus in on something on the ceilings — ah, the spokes of the fan, yes. Three. Three. Three. Three. Changbin quickly notices the change in your demeanor, "Baby girl? You alright?"

"Princess?" Chan's rushing to your side as soon as he hears something is up with you. You giggle, laughing soon enough as you look up. Changbin stands up from your side, concern filling him when you start laughing. Jisung, on the other hand, walks to keep the pasta on the table behind the sofa. "Princess, are you there with me?"

It is the rush of endorphins that cloud your brain. Your heart beats fast, breathing rapid and it's a different kind of high you are in. You hold onto Chan's sleeve, giggles nonstop as you mumble in between, "Chan, uh, Chan! Chan!"

"I've got you, princess," he says softly, before wrapping his arm around your thighs and the other over your torso before lifting you up. "I've got you. I'm right here." You cling onto his shirt, snuggling into him as he verbally assures you. 

He stops midway in his path, turns to look at two of his friends, especially glaring at Changbin, before firmly saying, "Eat and leave. I'll talk to you later. I have to take care of her."

"We could hel—"

"Not today. Not now. I'll—" Chan sighs, holding you closer to him as you mumble words incoherently, smiling to yourself. His face softens, as if he's trying to comfort Changbin who looks guilty for the first time before Chan in eons of years together. "We'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"And guys?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for tonight. I know she liked it. A bit too much, if anything."

Chan holds you close.

So close to him that even the rush of endorphins in your brain isn't loud enough to hear how loud your own heart beats next to his faint beating one. 

His arms wrap around your frame, hand holding your head close into his chest as he soothingly rubs the back of it and at every short interval, he coos into your head, "I'm right here, baby." Your body shifts to a relaxed position from the very tensile state it was in that second thanks to his voice, at his words and at his very being.

"Relax, baby. This is going to pass. You did so well, so, so well."

And you giggle into his chest, eyes closing warmly for a fraction there before looking up at him. Chan believes if synesthesia was a thing for demons, he would see the colours behind your eyes. How the crimson red slowly — so, so slowly — turned to darkest shades of pink and then the softest ones and Chan knows. He knows for sure that this is it. This is his whole world.

Chan feels jealous of humankind for the first time.

He is envious about how it would not be him that grows old with you, has kids with you and gets to be physical with you at every point. He knows he can't do that with you forever. He cannot do this with you forever. And even if he did decide to fuck it and do it anyway, you'd leave him one day. 

Chan knows he could never do much. He cannot change fate or turn himself into human for you. That is impossible. And yet he hopes — ah, a dangerous thing for a demon to have, something they mustn't possess — that every moment he spends with you is infinite and never dies. 

Your body tightens up again, goes rigid in his hold and he worries for you. That is Chan's first mistake, or so he believed years back. He cares for you. He cares for you in ways a demon shouldn't. He cares for you enough to know that demons have feelings or at the very least, he does. He cares enough to call it love. 

"It's alright," he mumbles and you mumble back, "We couldn't spend time together tonight."

"It's still eight. We have time," Chan smiles and rubs the hair off your face, only to press a soft chaste kiss on your forehead. "We have a lot of time. You should rest. You were such a good girl tonight."

"I was," you hold onto his shirt before letting your hands trail underneath and Chan realises the endorphins are slowly calming down, keeping you in a safer position than you were minutes back. "Wasn't I, daddy?"

"Princess, you really had a lot today, do you—"

"I want to. I—" You kiss Chan, hands cupping his face and lips pulling at his before letting your tongue twine with his. You moan unknowingly as your body rises to lean further into him. Your fingers graze the small stubble by the side of his jaws as you find yourself getting lost in him, in the feeling of his hot tongue lapping around yours.

"Mmh," Chan moans before holding your jaw tighter, leg wrapping around your frame. In a swift motion, he pins you down underneath him as he still kisses you. His lips are beyond tempting as you draw every kiss out, draw every moan out from him. He pulls back the minute you lift your hips to grind onto his crotch, feeling himself against your bare core. "We should stop—"

"No. You're my Valentine. Not Changbin or Jisung. You'll always be my Valentine," you respond, tugging him down into you by his shirt. Chan's eyes widen before softening as he looks at you — looks at you like you are everything better than him, hell and afterlife. 

"But you really had it rough today and—"

"I want more. I want so much more rough and I want them from my boyfriend. No one else." Your hand grades the stubble again and Chan leans into your hold. "The fact that you've never been rough with me and that I had to hear about it from Changbin and Jisung did no good to my ego, baby."

"They were—" Chan pauses on his own this time. You don't interrupt or cut him. He knows he can't lie to you. He knows how much he holds back but Chan knows that he has no issue with that. It's a safer option for you and yet here you are tonight asking him to be himself, be everything he is and show you how far he can go — he was going to fucking lose it at that alone. 

"You know they were not lying," your voice lower. "They are demons, you had said, and that I should be careful. But Chan, baby, you are a demon too. So why do you hold back? Is it because I'm a human?"

"Yes," Chan reluctantly agrees and you sigh. You drop your hand from his face and Chan's lips pucker in response. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You know you won't," you reassure him. "You could never hurt me unknowingly and even if you did, you know you'd take care of me till I'm back to the same."

"There shouldn't be a situation that leads to the worst case scenario, Y/N."

"But I want that. I want you to show me everything and I want to know if I'd like that. Give me a choice. I—" You gulp, scared of telling it out loud finally now that you have come to a partial conclusion to it yourself. "I liked Changbin being rough on me. I liked it a lot. I liked Jisung edging me. I liked it so much that all I could think about till Changbin touched me was of Jisung giving me an orgasm."

Chan's hand presses down by the sheets adjacent to your face and he holds it tightly. If care was an emotion he shouldn't have felt, jealousy is another that should never have a place in a demon's mind. Especially not when they were all brought up with the thought of sharing. 

He hates how Changbin got to be rough with you before him. Something so petty and so, so territorial arises in him that he wasn't even aware for him to feel this. He knows he gave consent. He knows he was there to hear it all and yet hearing you say you liked it brought in exactly two emotions in him that conflicted each other so much that he knew he was going feral — a) delight, over you being so content and over you being so understanding of demonic natures and b) jealousy, over another demon having had you in ways only he had before. 

"Chan?"

"Yes?"

"You were lost there for a minute."

"You promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?"

"Always," you peck at his lips. "I'll always do that. I just want everything you are and you have to offer. I don't want to know stuff from others. I want to feel them through you."

And Chan kisses you again. This time however, it is a lot different from the previous kiss you drew out from him. His lips find home in yours as they come upon you, imperatively. The kiss gets deeper each time, tongues chasing and lapping each other, earning continuous whines and whimpers coming out from both of you. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers trailing up his nape to his hair, gripping the small hair at his back and Chan kisses you passionately, his hands cupping and tilting your face, angling it so that he could intensify the kiss as he desired.

He's desperate to show you everything he is.

The very second your mouth had brushed his, Chan knows that you are the one for him. It had always been you. Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the tingle over his lips and your warm breath wafting over his chin. It is exactly as he had carved in his mind, etched so deep that it could never fade away.

His hand is prominent on its grip on your neck, as you lift your chin higher — so you can press your lips harder into his —  while your hands fist into his shirt — white, clean and perfect all for the night only for it to be discarded to the very corner of the bedroom the two of you share. His free hand drops to wind around your waist, arm pressed between the bed and you and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his.

Gasping at the motion, Chan seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. His tongue swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. The metal ball at the tip of his tongue provides a sharp coldness and you hiss into his mouth, only for him to provide more contact with the metal that it leaves you emitting moans into him. 

It is electrifying. Every single thing with Chan has been exciting, unpredictable and leaves you begging for more. It is perhaps mankind's adhesive nature towards sin itself that made you like this — that made you into such a moldable clay in his hands and you don't mind going to hell for this. Because every single moment you lived on earth, if it were with him, would be relentlessly passionate. You would never want to swap with anything, even if someone handed heaven to you on a platter.

Because Chan is your heaven. 

When you feel his tongue flick against yours, slightly, grazing it, your hands uncurl from his shirt - only to wind up his chest, along his throat, towards the nape of his neck. You find yourself lapping around the metal ball on his tongue, rolling your eyes shut. 

With every passing second, you find yourself drowning into Chan. His body is pressed flat against yours, chest against yours, his saccharine taste coating your senses till that is all you can think about, and his warm breath all over your face. You find yourself drowning into him — you always have — his entire presence encasing your senses as you lose yourself deep into his entire being.

Is this how people were dragged into hell? Tempting. 

Chan pulls back and you smile at your boyfriend, like a little girl happy to have received her candy. You glance down at your shirt that is half open as a result of everything that happened tonight and proceed to unbutton the rest and remove it off your body. Chan's eyes linger more than ever on the marks that Changbin has left all over your body — marks that have turned dark purplish red and he seethes at the very sight of it in anger. 

"If we do this again, on your request, of course," Chan kisses over all the marks slowly, taking his own time to lick it over with his tongue before pressing his lips against it. "I'm going to be physically present. Not going to let anyone mark my baby up like this. That's for me."

And Chan sucks over it. His hand goes behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it aside. His hand lands firm on your breast, fingers playing with your nipple as his mouth slowly moves down to kiss your other nipple before sucking on it, lewd sounds emitting from his mouth.

"Daddy, fuck—" Your back arches, hips jutting upwards into his pelvis only to feel his covered growing length rough against your sticky skin. Chan uses his free hand to hold onto your waist and lift you slightly, allowing you to hook your leg over his waist, tight enough to tease you.

Chan hums in approval as you grind up, exposed core moving and staining your favorite formal pants of his, all while his tongue laps at your areola. The metal ball right at the centre of the tip of his tongue is pressed to your nipple and the difference in temperature has your mind spiralling. 

His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin only for the metal ball to soothe over the burn.

Puckering his lips, he presses them to the sensitive spot by your jugular before sucking harshly. Responsively, a low mew resounds from your lips, leaving them in the open for just you and him to hear to.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

You nod, "Red for you to stop, yellow for you to give me time and green for you to proceed."

"Perfect," and Chan moves so quickly to remove your skirt off your body as he hovers over your completely naked self, fully clothed. You have always wondered if Chan would ever be into power play, especially with how he could project himself sometimes. Like in moments like these. You make a note in your head to ask him about the very thing. 

Chan kisses your lips, tugging at your lip before dipping himself further, getting lost in you. He rubs his tongue across your lower lip, metal ball harsh against your coral lips. He kisses your cheek and then, your pinna.

You feel his warm breath against your ear, shuddering in impact. You are about to ask him to stop teasing you — that you've had enough foreplay the whole night. However, in the next second, his hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs in a loud spank and you gasp, not expecting it. He hits the same skin almost a second after before the pain recedes and you are moaning out loud, brain wiring differently as heat pools between your legs.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His hand edges closer to you, dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs, all over again and over the dried ones by your thighs. "You’re so dripping wet,” Chan mutters, only to laugh and comment, "At least I can credit this to myself."

Chan leans forward, next to your ear again and mumbles, "Baby, I'll be using words that would come off as very demeaning but I need you to know that I would never use them unless we are in the mood. You are and will be my baby girl, my princess forever. Is that alright?"

"It is," you blush, heat shooting straight to the core and you can feel yourself leak further, embarrassingly, right when Chan's hand is so close to your lips.

"Fuck, you are dripping. Such a filthy whore," Chan taunts and you feel it, deep in your gut. You've never seen this side to Chan but fuck, you love it. You love it more than Changbin having called you a good girl. You want to be called a whore, a slut — as long as you were his whore, his slut. 

Chan collects the arousal that you drip out, coating his fingers and palm. Moving his fingers, he collects your arousal that leaks from your gaping hole and watches the transparent stick to his fingers. The bulge in his pants is hard and seems too painful to be confined. You gulp evidently, throat parched. Chan's hand edges closer towards your lips and languidly strokes your slit with his fingers coating in your arousal. The pads of his finger circles your hole and you mewl, clutching slightly onto his shoulder. 

"Daddy, please, need your fingers in me."

"You've been fucked by two demons already and you are still so horny," he scoffs. "Impressive." He raises an eyebrow. Almost like he is teasing you further, he continues to play with your cunt. You whimper, gasping and hoping to feel the burn of the stretch that would come with him thrusting his fingers up.

Each small action Chan does has you moving forward in pleasure, hoping for the same as you try to move with his hand, all in an attempt to drive his digit deeper into you. Nonetheless, Chan controls the pressure and the pace and no matter how hard you try to move, he never lets you have his way, clearly showing that it was him in power here, not you. Growing tired of his teasing, anticipation filling you to insanity, tears brimming your eyes, you whine, “Fucking hell, Ch— Daddy, come on."

Chan chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. You sigh, breath exhaled out desperately. "Please, please, pl— Ah!"

Chan hits your core with the pads of his finger, labia silently flapping in impact and you moan at the pain that shoots up from your sensitive core. This causes you to moan, body moving forwards in a surprised reaction. The palm hitting the clit sends electric sparks throughout your body, your brain almost fusing. The sound is sharp as it rings through the air before you feel pain along the vulva. Crying in pain, you mumble softly out before holding to him softly, “Please,” you implore. "I need you, daddy." 

The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy bud causes you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. Chan mumbles as he lowers his body silently, kissing your skin on his way. He kisses the skin right above your acetabulum, tracing his lips down till he kisses your core, a soft peck over it. 

It is a stark difference in your clothing that takes you aback; of how you were completely naked while Chan was completely clothed and yet that excited you. The power he has is enough to have you ooze out more arousal that would prompt the sheets to stain further. 

Chan licks at your core, once, twice and then he is sucking at your clit, like a man walking days in a desert with no water source. His mouth is against your core, licking on it, the cold wet metal ball pressing against it, before he sucks on your engorged button. The lewd noises that leave your mouth are pornographic and your legs have lost their strength.

You are about to say a word before Chan curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the feeling of his fingers in you. "D-Daddy!" 

You feel Chan searching your walls for the spot he has felt enough that he finds it in a few minutes. He rubs against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs. The sheets are stained. His pants are stained and so is his white shirt. 

"No demon I've fucked before would have sex this close to being out of the world. Fuck, princess. Your slutty pussy is clutching onto my fingers." He rubs your walls and your enlarged button. Your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately as you press into him. 

Chan's fingers are fast as they thrust in and out of your core. You could find yourself getting wetter and wetter with the lewd sounds that resonate the walls. The demon presses his metal piercing flat against your clit and you gasp. "F-Fuck, Daddy!"

And as Chan sucks on your button of nerves, his fingers thrusts into you at a relentless pace, pushing right at the spot that has you feeling the endorphins spilling into your bloodstream. You feel the knot that tightens in your stomach, ready to fall over the cliff till Chan's teeth graze your clit and you lose it.

“Come for me, my princess,” Chan urges. His command, paired with the way his tongue dances across your clit and how his rough thick fingers drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion. You can feel your bloodstream soaking slowly with the rush of endorphins. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is, as Chan slowly rubs you through your high. 

You think Chan is about to drag his fingers out of you and away when he picks up the speed of his fingers. He toys with your sensitive clit. 

"Daddy, ah—" You feel the pain slightly of being overstimulated, slowly getting intense and intense. You are crying and he slows down, looking into your eyes, expecting a colour to be screamed and when you don't, smiling softly, he continues, kissing you and swallowing every cry you have. 

You feel your skin standing at the very precipice of being sensitive to anything. In a split second without any warning, his mouth still on you, Chan holds your clit between his forefinger and thumb before twisting it and instantly, you feel something deep within you tighten up.

That was it. Your breath is disoriented. Your jaw falls loose and you let out a loud cry as a powerful orgasm cuts right through you. Chan drops his hand on to the bed as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your arousal soaks his shirt, fabric sticking to his body and he is amused. Your thighs shake, quivering uncontrollably as your back curves, body lifting up. Chan's other arm wraps around you as he kisses you through this. Your muscles tremble, ache and are sour. Eventually, you find your hips stopping gradually as you fall victim to the pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

"That was so fucking hot," he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are closed, post that powerful orgasm, tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you are alright and are able to breath right.

"Daddy," you smile and Chan smiles brighter. That's his girl. That's his girl, alright.

"You've got my shirt messy, princess." He chuckles and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as your head drops to the side to look away. Chan holds your face with his messy hands and kisses you, drawing out another long kiss to rid you away from any other thoughts besides ones of fucking him tonight. 

You pull away and mumble, "It's not fair that you were dressed completely in the first place."

"Is that so now?"

"Yes," you huff and your hand trails up Chan's arm, fingers digging into his arm. "It's a damn bother." 

Chan unbuttons his shirt, taking his own time with it as his fingers roll against them before popping the material out of hold from the button. Your hand lies in wait by his waist, fingers rubbing against the curve of his ass and you stare up at him. With every button that he maneuvers his shirt out of, you can see his tattoos more and more clearly.

The feathers that poke out through the corner of his shoulder, flat on the coracoid process, more present superficially right above his clavicle, are detailed. You can see the feathers variant in their styles as they fall from a greater source that lies behind him.

Chan's tattoo had always been magnificent, as if they were rebuking the almighty as he acknowledged his very being. The ends of the black feathers also tease into the head of his biceps. Two beautiful wings, bold and powerful, arise from his spine and exhibit loudly on his back.

Your mouth gapes open at the sight of it as Chan bends forward to unbutton his pants, the wings clearly visible to you and your heart leaps at the sight of it. Chan raises an eyebrow at you, staring down at his tattoo, as soon as he pulls down his pants. 

"Ah, the tattoo kink," he chuckles. "How could I forget."

"It's not a thing," you blush.

"Please," he laughs, eyes wrinkling soon. "There's no way you could lie to me, princess." 

You blush. Crunching forward, you stretch your arms, fingers pointing to draw against the outline of the wings. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "It's so fucking beautiful, Chan." He chooses to ignore the call of his name because nothing else would sound sweeter in this moment than his name itself. What you would do to give everything in wrapping your lips around his flesh by the corners of the wings and to ruin it with your own marks.

He unsheathes himself off the confines of his undergarment. Chan has always been bigger in comparison to every single one you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. It shines under the dim lighting of your room, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly.

You let out a small mewl — the walls of your core throbs against his member at the sensations of the piercings rubbing against the same — enhancing both your senses. Chan notices how your thighs quiver and he raises his eyebrows in sheer amusement.

"You really don't fail to surprise me, princess," Chan sniggers. "Look at you eye fucking me all while I just unstrip."

"Please," your eyes glisten and Chan coos. "Please. Need your cock in me, daddy. Need your big fat cock to fill me up and stuff me stupid." Your hands move down to hold his engorged length in your hand, rubbing the metal balls on the head with your fingers and feeling the coldness in a sharp contrast to his hot girth.

"You've been such a good, good whore tonight. Daddy's going to reward you well. So well." His hand trails down your frame and you shudder as they move down your sides.

Chan moves slightly, his hands bracing on either side of yours. The strong muscles of his arms twitch as he bears the entirety of his body weight on them. You push your body upwards and you stretch your arms up. You run your hands over his naked shoulders and his back, grazing his tattoo a little more before tangling your fingers into his hair as you tug him further over you. 

A soft gasp slips from your mouth when his weight presses over you: his defined chest over yours and his hips pressing into yours in the most enticing way. His cock brushes against your thighs slicken in your arousal and you moan. The metal ladder framing underneath his shaft is cold against your skin and you can feel the goosebumps that arise atop your skin all the way to spread the heat to your core.

Chan's arms wrap around your body, holding you so close to him that your chests brush against each other. You feel his hardened erection sharp against your thighs, brushing against your core and you whimper in his hold. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Fuck me, daddy."

Chan's lips crash onto your swollen ones with a force that has to be reckoned. He grinds his heavy cock into your core, rubbing over your clit. It leaves you moaning, holding onto his deltoids with a ferocious grip, fingers digging into the muscle.

Holding onto the opportunity that presents itself to him, Chan seizes and dives his tongue right into your mouth. They glide across your tongue, your body arching in pleasure. You feel the metallic ball of his piercing run over your tongue in a wistful want, you wrap your own around it before kissing him at the same intensity. Chan's groan hits back through the air in barely a whisper as you swallow most of the sound. Immediately, you let go of his lips and your hand reaches out for his cock slowly coated in precum, you squeeze it softly.

Before you can think straight, you can sense Chan holding his cock in his hand to position himself and with a mere grunt, he enters through your twitching core. His thick girth pushes your walls apart as they move further down into you. Your grip on his deltoid slips to his biceps, desperate to catch hold of something. All that leaves your mouth are parched breaths and desperate moans. 

The lewd noises from his dick seeping through your wetness to enter you and stretch you out resonates through the wall only to hit back to both of your ears. Chan's gaze shifts downwards to watch his cock spread open your lips and disappear into your being — all it does to the demon is excite him more. 

You feel the piercings against your wall, dragging across your softness. The slight dentations cause you to moan as Chan moves it against it over and over again, ensuring to hit your spot as much as possible with every thrust. 

"You're dripping all over my cock, fuck," he grunts as he slips out only to thrust back in carefully. You grind back this time round, trying to match his pace with your fragile body. It takes you aback when you feel Chan grow into his complete girth inside you, stretching you out with an intense burn.

"Daddy," you choke out, words caught in the back of your throat. "Too big, ah."

“No, it’s not, princess," he bites his lip. "We both know you can take it. You're doing so well,” Chan coos. You find him slowing down with every thrust, making sure you are alright. His fingers ghosts right adjacent to your side, caressing your breasts with affectionate touches. 

Slowly, the pain fades away, only to be replaced by a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The hard metal of his piercings drag against the sensitive nerves of your wet core, enough to stimulate every other nerve in your body, rubbing it over and over again. 

Chan notices your face calming and how you were truly living in the moment. He takes this as a sign enough to thrust quicker, metal piercings striking the spot furiously. The sudden intrusion has your lips parting, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out in ecstasy. Your thighs, that quake, spread apart to take more of him, to let him have more control over you. Your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock tightly and magnifying the thick length of his. The moment his length pokes at the end of your cervix, you jerk, throat drying up instantly as a reaction. He was so thick and so full that he reached all the way to your cervix, ready to show you what it truly is like being fucked by a demon.

Chan grunts as he presses his hand down on your belly after pressing a short kiss. There is a slight bulge and Chan loves how you are, almost as if you are made for him. This leads your wall to press around him. His length pulses against your walls and you feel him completely, in his length and girth. Your walls ripple around his length accepting him completely — in his large, engorged, thick length.

"Fuck, I love this. Hell, I love how your juices coat my length and your lips kiss around my cock. Perfectly fitting my cock as if you were made for me,” he mutters. "Aren't you? You're mine. All mine." 

“So pretty, princess,” he coos. With every thrust of his length into you, your body is jolted back and forth, rocking the bed loudly, at an impeccable strength along with your boyfriend's.

In between all the thrusts of his cock, the way his piercings mercilessly drags inside you, triggering every single nerve bundle ever to exist in your body, you feel the clouds of euphoria come at your being. You slowly find yourself losing your being into the sheer bliss of Chan's actions.

With one more rough thrust, you are unable to hold back and with a loud cry, you come undone around Chan's cock. Feeling your walls clamp vigorously around his length, he lets out a deep growl and continues to thrust his hips into you. It is these thrusts that draw out your orgasm, bringing forth waves of bliss and euphoria, slowly seeming to shut down all your senses. The results of your intense orgasm still fluctuate through you. Your thighs tremble and toes curl. Your walls wrap so tightly around his cock that it drives him close.

His cock pulsates in your warmth and you know it too. "Oh fuck! That’s it, princess,” Chan groans out. He thrusts back into you messily, trying to keep up with the same initial pace. However, he falls out of the same relentless thrusting in the pursuit of his own orgasm. Burying his cock as deep into you, he erupts inside of you. He plays with your clit and comes undone in your core as he swears under breath, unfiltered compliments showered upon you. 

His thick cum fills you up. Buried deep, he empties everything of his load, coating your walls with thick stripes of his residue. Slowly, you find yourself back to your senses, body more alive, having ridden yourself of the giddiness of your orgasm. Your body shudders under him in your haze of orgasm.

Chan pulls out his softened cock out from you, glistening under the coated mixture of yours and his orgasm. He holds you close and rubs the side of your face gently as he compliments you, "You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you."

You kiss his lips in response, a soft, chaste one. Chan continues showering you with compliments as he falls by your side, holding you close into his sweaty naked being. He lifts himself soon enough to attend to you when you pull him down, locking him with your grip on his wrist.

"Let me take care of you, baby."

"Five minutes more, please." You look at him with a puppy like expression and Chan sighs, knowing fully well that there would be no way that he could deny your request. 

"Fine, princess," he rubs your hair away from your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer into his chest. 

"Chan?"

"Hm?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Chan chuckles, kissing the top of your head and then your forehead as he teases, "You worked too much for a Valentine's Day, baby."

"Please," you stretch the syllable and speak into Chan's chest. "If anything, it is the wildest one I've ever lived to attend."

And as Chan holds you through the night, attending and taking care of you, his phone beeps soon enough,

[1] Voicemail from Changbin Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful and to you too, Chan. Call me back when you hear this. Bye.

[1] Message from Jisung This is how technology works??!!!! Oh my God. Fancy. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. This goes down in my history as best Valentine's Day ever, bitches. P.S. Best sex ever too. Let's have a foursome sometime soon.

[mimi-cee-hq]

Not So Ridiculous - Sakusa x f!reader (Part Two)

Summary: Sakusa has a crush on you, so he helps you navigate Tokyo during Tsukimi, Japan's harvest moon festival. He gets a little jealous when he learns you're there to support one of your classmates – so he may have suggested going up the cramp and crowded Skytree elevator with you.

Genre/tags: Sakusa x exchange student!reader, fluff, romantic, a lot of pining from Sakusa, pre-relationship

Words: 1.3k

This is a continuation of my first Sakusa x exchange student!reader fic, but this can be read as a standalone piece. This is also for Fall Collab with @celestialarchiveshq.

FYI, I've never been to Tokyo, but I did some research.

*****

"Thanks for coming," the guy with brown bleached hair told you. He wore a navy blue scarf around his neck and Sakusa already decided he didn't like the guy.

He glanced at you, wondering if he should offer his own scarf to you, but he doesn't know how you'd react. Instead, he raised his brow and gestured to the guy you were talking to. "I thought you came here to watch the jazz band," said Sakusa.

The band played every year for Tsukimi, Japan's harvest moon festival, at the foot of the Tokyo Skytree. The last time Sakusa was here, they only had a handful of members, but now they had hundreds.

"I did," you replied. "He's my classmate and he invited me to come watch him play." You wrapped your jacket a little tighter. The sun had already set half an hour ago. "He played the trombone but I guess we couldn't really see from back there," you added.

Right. You knew other people here in Tokyo. It wasn't only him and his family. The edges of Sakusa's lips turned down slightly as he dug his hands into his pockets.

You continued to chat with your classmate and every so often glanced up at the enormous tower. Sakusa began to feel insignificant.

"Have you gone up Skytree yet?" your classmate asked you. "You have to check it out sometime during your exchange here."

You shook your head. "No, I haven't."

"If you're willing to wait, I could–"

"I can take you if you want," Sakusa interrupted with a low mutter.

Your classmate narrowed his eyes at him, but he couldn't get a read on Sakusa with his mask. He let out an amused chuckle. "I have to go and pack up my stuff," he told you, walking back to his band with a wave. "Have fun, Y/n. I'll see you tomorrow."

You furrowed your brows together, looking back at Sakusa. "Are you sure you want to bring me there?" You knew he hated crowds – even before you met him. Mom shared a lot about the family with you, so you heard plenty of stories about him.

A drop of sweat formed on his brow. "Yeah," Sakusa muttered, heading towards the Skytree's entrance. He couldn't back down now. "Let's go."

After he brought tickets for the two of you, you waited in line for the elevator. It was near closing time, yet there were plenty of people around, likely because it was a national holiday. Sakusa scrunched his nose as he watched the crowd being jammed into the elevator. Why did he suggest to come here today?

Skin touched his hand and he jerked his hand away from yours. You bit your lip and your brows knitted together. "I'm sorry," you told him, rubbing your arm. "You just looked a little uneasy."

Sakusa widened his eyes at you. He cleared his throat and glanced to the side.

He held out his hand.

You took it.

It was your turn to enter the elevator and the two of you shuffled inside. People were shoulder to shoulder and Sakusa's heart began to beat faster. The observation deck was three hundred and fifty meters from the ground. The ride up should only take a few minutes, but the air inside the elevator was warm and humid. His muscles stiffened when a stranger bumped his arm.

You gave Sakusa's hand a gentle squeeze. You must have noticed he was feeling tense. You smiled at him to give a bit of reassurance and he let out his breath and relaxed his shoulders. He had only known you for a few months, visiting his parents' home every one or two weeks. Yet during that time, you had always managed to put him at ease. You made sure he was comfortable.

The doors opened, and as the crowd thinned out leaving the elevator, you let go of his hand. He reached for your hand but instead he bit his lip and clenched his hand. You had to go back to your country in March. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and buried his chin in his scarf.

Glass windows surrounded the circle of the entire floor. You drifted towards the city lights twinkling, mesmerized by the mosaic of buildings covering the land up to the horizon. A river divided the city, a few lights flickered from the boats gliding on its waters.

Sakusa had seen this view before, back when Skytree first opened. It hadn't changed much, but the most significant difference was the moon, which looked several times larger than usual. It was Tsukimi after all.

"Could you take a picture of me, Sakusa-san?" you asked him, holding out your phone.

He smiled, looking at you through the image on the phone with the moon in the background. He wanted to have a copy of this, but would you think it strange?

"Let's take a picture together."

He froze.

You motioned for him to come closer and welcomed him by your side. "Maybe you should take the picture," you suggested. "Your arms are longer."

Sakusa held up the phone in front of the two of you and awkwardly stood a few inches away from your side. He shouldn't put his arm over you. His other hand stayed firmly in his pocket as he took the picture and returned your phone.

"I'll send you a copy," you told him.

The corner of his mouth lifted. He was getting a photo of you. "You don't have my number," he replied.

"Really?" You got him to enter it into your phone.

Sakusa's heart beated a little faster. He could text you in the future when he'd be sitting in the locker room, done with practice. Would you mind? Perhaps he shouldn't be considering it since he'd be bothering you in class.

The photo of the two of you appeared in his notifications. It would look nice as his background picture but he decided against it. You hadn't shown any interest towards him.

Sakusa followed as you strolled around the rest of the deck, observing the rest of the cityscape. You froze before stepping on the glass floor, a feature purposely added so you could see straight below the observation deck. You couldn't bear to look down. The trees and lights were tiny. You were hundreds of meters above them.

Sakusa smirked since his mother had done the same. His father and older siblings had teased her before she shut her eyes and stepped into the glass, begging Sakusa to quickly take the picture.

A lot had happened in seven years. His brother had a family now, his sister had moved to another country, and he had graduated from college. He missed them.

You stepped onto the glass, hands shaking.

"Why are you going on it?" Sakusa asked you. It was obvious you were scared.

"I don't know," you said with a bashful smile. "I guess I was inspired?"

He raised a brow. "By what?"

"You." Your eyes avoided his. "You got on the elevator for me."

His cheeks heated up and he hid them under his scarf, although he was already wearing his mask. He took the picture the moment you stepped onto the glass floor, mindful of your fear of heights. "I got it," he said.

You stepped off and let out your breath. "Thank you, Sakusa-san." Your hand still gripped onto your jacket.

"Kiyoomi."

"Hm?" you hummed, looking up at him, waiting for clarification.

"You can call me Kiyoomi if it's too confusing," he explained. "You say Sakusa-san for Mom too."

Was this too sneaky? You weren't Japanese after all and weren't familiar with the connotations of calling him by his given name.

Your grin grew wide. "Did you just want to feel closer to me? Hm, Sakusa-san?" you teased.

He got caught.

You twirled around and gazed at the moon. "What if I called you Omi instead?"

He let out a snort. "No."

"Omi-omi?"

He scrunched his nose as you laughed at his reaction.

The moon was bright against the dark sky. He wished you could live with his family longer. His parents' place was livelier with you around.

You'd be gone in March. Would a long distance relationship work?

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Maybe he should at least see if he could visit more often.

*****

I hope you liked it. I don't intend on continuing this but if I'm feeling inspired, I might add more.

Here's the first part if you haven't read it yet.

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[queer-adhd]

So today I took rouke out to town while I was doing my weekend chores, because it hasn't had a proper trip outside in way too long.

Anyway we got all of our chores done, even managed to get some cheap squishmallows (they really help with rouke's back problems and tbh they're way cheaper than actual orthopaedic pillows lol) and were just on our way back home feeling vaguely accomplished when we ran into a guy we knew.

He was homeless, and we were used to seeing him sat around out neighborhood. He's a nice guy, always recognises rouke and the dog, even me, which is novel. I'm stupidly forgettable when I'm the guy pushing the wheelchair, so almost nobody ever recognises me if they've met us before as a trio. We said hi, I grabbed some change, and he started telling us how things were going and why he was so far from his usual stomping grounds.

Turns out my guy had been on a waiting list for govt housing for four years, and a couple weeks back he'd finally gotten housed. Which was great! Except his housing had processed, but his financial aid hadn't. So he was still stuck asking for money for his pay as you go electrical meter, because without it he couldn't get light, couldn't keep his food good, and couldn't cook anything to eat.

Anyway, thanks to y'all we actually managed to cover bills and rent and food and a few extras and still had some cash left over! Thank you all so much.

It meant that we could get £20 out for him so he could actually heat his house and eat, and sit him down for a hot chocolate and talk. The guy running the cafe was incredibly nice, and once he realised we were buying this dude a drink, he ran to the back and gave us a toasted sandwich somebody had left without collecting.

(the lady behind us in queue was quite obviously politely furious about all of this. Fuck her.)

Anyway my guy's apparently been waiting for universal credit for over a month now, and he's stuck on a pay as you go meter that charges him extra for the privilege of not being able to afford heat. It's only been getting worse as heating bills rise here, and it'll get worse yet soon enough.

He tried to refuse the hot chocolate at first btw until we made it clear that it was no strings and we would feel rude not getting him something if rouke was having something as we chatted.

All the UC stuff is online now, you see. He'd had to scrape together enough cash for a basic smartphone and sim, and he was still mostly lost because the website is absolutely useless and difficult to use. I am GOOD with computers. I still struggle with that hellsite, and with most gov.uk sites. They're designed to be confusing and to put you off as much as possible.

He'd been hospitalised recently for a serious respiratory illness. Had collapsed in the street. His lungs were permanently scarred. It was the fourth time so far. He's still going to have to do a million online job applications, because he's fit for work. If he can't figure out how to do that, they will cut off the benefits he's not even getting yet.

Rouke used to volunteer as an IT assistant at a library, and we managed to help him figure out what his phone number is. Gave him ours and I let him know that I'd be passing by that way a few times that week, so if he lost phone power or credit then he could find me walking the same route most days to get home and we'd help him sort it out.

We can't fix most of his problems, but we could share about the things we knew and how we'd gotten around them. That he could ignore the TV license people, instead of having to find hundreds of pounds for the crime of his apartment having come with a crappy old TV, because they can't legally enter your house to prove it without permission.

He agreed that I'm a carer for rouke despite being unpaid without even a blink btw lol. Thought it was great we'd managed to scam the hospital. Told us to avoid one of the local hospitals, because it's even worse than the one we were at.

I'm so fucking angry right now at the ways the system is still fucking him over. But I guess this is to remind you all that mutual aid, help and kindness between people who are struggling in their own ways, is so fucking important.

We can't solve much. But we can get him electricity soon enough that most of his food will still be good, and he can have light and warm food. We can make sure he has heat so he doesn't get pneumonia again in the week it's going to take UC to actually start giving him money.

Anyone who tells you not to give directly to homeless people is a fucking cop btw.

[keilemlucent]

mother knows best

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~4.6k

keigo’s dick catches up with him in the form of a fat, red strap

warnings: daddy kink, subby hawks, mean reader, lingerie, pegging, dumbification (a wittle), dacryphilia, revenge sex, degradation, keigo’s a cock slut ❤️

...

oh wow so this is actually a wip from all the way back in august!! i got some good inspo, so enjoy some subby hawks goodness loveys <3

You wanted nothing more than fucking ruin Keigo.

He’d been a shit lately, more annoying than usual. Fuck, you’d even say that he had been a downright brat.

It was obviously somewhat endearing, getting bent over countertops, teased through your clothes and getting left wet and wanting as he would just so happily walk away, whistling triumphantly to himself. 

Or, maybe, it was how at the recent Hero’s Gala, Keigo had dragged you into one of the hotel’s lavish bathrooms, meters away from his colleagues and shoved you up against the large dressing mirror, his bulge shoved against your ass, whispering about how he was going to shred your dress from your frame. 

“You just look too good, babe,” Keigo’s hands raked up and down your chest, nearly pulling your breasts from the delicate fabric of your dress. 

You’d pleaded with him, “I get that you’re horny, but this really isn’t the place.”

You still let him fuck your mouth to orgasm.

Twice.

He’d been at least nice enough to help you wipe the smears of the professionally done makeup from your face.

“Sorry,” Keigo spoke with a smile, thumbing away a run of mascara from under your eyes as you sat on the edge of the sink. “You did great though. You were so beautiful for me, angel. So sexy. ”

You frowned, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from your face, meeting his eye with an uncomfortable amount of intensity. 

“Keigo.”

He blinked.

“Yeah?”

You felt his palms begin to sweat in your grip.

You smiled, something eerily dark.

“How do you feel you’ve been lately?”

You watched his throat bob, his keen mind going just where you wanted it to. As much as you loved indulging in Keigo’s insatiable, unstoppable, carnal need to bend your back until it broke, you were also very tired of the attitude he’d gotten from it lately. 

“I think...” Keigo wet his lips, pressing between your spread legs from your perch, “I think I’ve been good.”

“You do?!” You repeated, laughing a bit as you squeezed your thighs around Keigo’s trim waist. You grabbed his cheeks between your thumb and middle finger, forcing his gaze to be on your messy, smeared face. “I didn’t think my ‘good boy’ was such a fucking dumbass.”

A whimper dripped from the back of his throat as you frowned, knowing how quickly being taken down a peg got him hot and bothered.

“You’ve jumped my ass without any regard for circumstances how many times in the last week?” You sneered, digging your nails into baby fat above his jaw. “Did you think about the consequences of your actions, babe?”

Keigo let out a deep breath, “Angel, I—”

You fully grabbed his cheeks and jaw, squeezing his lips puckered, “What did you just call me?”

His eyes went wide, hands tensing on the tops of your thighs.

“If I let you speak, are you going to do so properly?” You relished the frantic nod he tried to give you.

You dropped your hand to the front of his dress shirt, hooking your fingers into the top of his tie, “Speak then.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Keigo’s eyes went big and doughy, refusing to look at you. 

“That’s better,” You hummed, playing with the silky fabric. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, okay, sweetheart?”

He forced his gaze up to yours.

“We’re gonna go back out there, smile for the cameras, and then head home and get some good sleep.”

“B-but aren’t you going to p-punish—” Keigo words were gluey and slow, giving you all the more reason to interrupt him, even going so far as to shift to tighten his tie around his neck, perhaps a bit too constricting.

“I will, when the time is right. You just try to be a good boy until then, see you actually can.”

A filthy, but very fun plan was brewing in your head. It just would take some time.

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The opportune time struck a few weeks later. Though Keigo had at first been on some better behavior, he reverted to his typical, bratty self a week after your threat was made.

You were just biding your time, besides, custom orders took some time.

It wasn’t hard to contact Keigo’s PA, requesting his measures for ‘unknown’ purposes. 

What was harder was wading through the hundreds of beautiful designs you could order for him. You spent a good few hours scrolling and fantasizing about what colors and patterns Keigo’s pretty, lithe body would look best in. After beating one out, you made your decision, entered his measurements, and sent the order off. It might’ve been the fervor of hot pleasure you had, but you threw in an extra item or two to your purchase. You were spoiling yourself, really. 

Three weeks later, it arrived, perfect in every way, along with the extra items.

Then, it was just about watching Keigo and waiting to strike.

...

He came in late one night, feathers all but bare, uniform muddled.

As Keigo fell on the bed following his shower, you took note of his downy stubs, bare of most of his usual feathers. You grinned something wicked. 

Tomorrow was the day.

Keigo crawled up to you, immediately pulling your back to his chest, peppering your shoulders with kisses before drifting off. You turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping he’d get enough rest to be ready for all you had planned.

...

The next morning, Keigo lumbered out of bed while you were finishing your coffee on the couch, already donned in your business casual attire (with some additions, but he couldn’t see those yet). 

“Hey, angel,” His voice was scratchy with sleep as he plopped down next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept super good,” You smiled, returning his sweet gesture. “How about you?”

“Good, very good. I’m just glad I have a day off.” Keigo relaxed into the cushions. He flexed the roughly two-foot-long stubs of crimson feathers, “Gotta grow these back out, and that means I’m relaxing all day.”

You grinned, the pieces of your plan having perfectly fallen into place.

“I’m very glad, sweetheart,” You gave him a fleeting kiss before standing up and heading back to the bedroom. 

Keigo called after you, “Where’re you off to, angel? I wanna give you some love before you gotta leave me.”

“One sec! I just gotta get my shit together for work,” You purred back knowingly. Your purse was already packed and ready. You had other traps to lay.

Flitting into the closet, you rummaged through a small set of drawers to retrieve one of the several packages you received. It was a clean, white box, about half the size of a pillow, wrapped in red ribbon. 

You laid it on the freshly made bed, adjusting some of the satins as you did. 

Keigo beamed at you as you exited to the living room, sauntering up and wrapping his hands around your waist to kiss your forehead. 

He stiffened when he felt the straps beneath your work blouse.

“Angel?” He squeezed your waist. 

You smirked, kissing the corner of his mouth before gently cupping his jaw, “Now, sweetheart, can you be a good boy for me today?”

Keigo, the sweet thing he was, turned to putty in your hands.

He nodded, his bottom lip poking out. 

“Good,” You tightened your grip on his jaw. “You have a lot to make up for, considering what a brat you’ve been lately.”

The way Keigo trembled in your hold, cheeks hot, made your head spin with your ideas for the evening. 

“You didn’t forget, did you?” You walked him back, only stopping when his ass hit the kitchen table. He jumped when he slid just the slightest bit back, forced to sit. 

“F-forget what?” Keigo genuinely couldn’t remember, based off the quirk in his brow.

You clicked your tongue, shifting a knee between his legs, “At the Gala. Use your brain, sweetheart.”

His expression fell with the revelation. 

Your punishments were never easy. Very fun, but god, they were excruciating. 

Watching the expression on Keigo’s face drift as he worked out the context of your actions made you shiver. You were sure he’d be a brat later, but catching him off guard always made him particularly weak to your touch.

“Now, baby, I was nice enough to leave a pretty present for you in our room.” You pinch his plump bottom lip between your fingers, “When I get home, I want you on the bed all dolled up for me, understand?”

He swallowed, nodding against your hold as enthusiastically as he could manage.

“Good.” You released him, kissing the indent that your nails left. “I’ve got to get going, but I love you lots, okay?”

Keigo was comically stunned with a very noticeable bulge in his boxers, “I l-love you too.”

You throw your purse over your shoulders, smug at your ability to turn Keigo into obedient mush. 

As you opened the door to leave, you were gracious enough to shout and remind him, “Oh, and sweetheart? Be a good boy and don’t you dare touch yourself today, or I’ll make tonight far worse for you. Have a good day off, love!”

...

The moment you left the apartment, Keigo let out a tight breath.

Holy fuck.

He really thought he’d get to spend the day relaxing and letting his wings regrow, but as it turned out, you had far better plans for the two of you and Keigo didn’t have the mind to fight it.

Not yet, anyway.

He’d give you shit later. It was fun to push you around, in any context.

When he was sure you were far out the door, he quickly padded to the bedroom, eyeing the box that lay on the duvet.

Slipping onto the sheets, he kneeled and pulled it closer. He rubbed at the ribbon, frowning. 

The two of you had used toys and...  devices plenty of times, tending to each other, just in different ways. But, when Keigo picked up the parcel, it seemed far too light to have any sort of toy in it.

Keigo frowned, slipping off the satin and pulling off the lid.

...

Oh fuck.

Inside, neatly packaged with crisp tissue paper, was a carefully folded set of clothes. Special clothes, notably.

This became abundantly clear as Keigo carefully pulled the mesh and lace out of the box, blood rushing to his half-hard cock. 

It was an incredibly pretty set. Stockings, garters, even a ribbed bodice with lacey cups, all pale pink with gold embroidery and accents. 

It was pretty, but not your size at all.

As he pulled out the last item, a pair of satin and lace panties with extra fabric at the front, he realized that these were undoubtedly for him.

A hot blush sped to his cheeks as he stared down at the pretty mess in front of him. 

Sure, he’d talked about this kink to you in passing, but you’d never mentioned it and he’d never asked you to indulge him in it. 

However, it was quite clear that that was indeed what you were doing, giving him such a beautiful set. 

There was even a small card.

“Keigo, 

Despite the fact that you’ve been nothing but an ungrateful brat lately, 

I’ve been gracious enough to give you a sweet gift.

You’ll have to earn it tonight. 

Be good.

(Y/N) <3”

 Keigo stared down at the garments and the note, already far too hard to be comfortable.

It was hardly going to be a leisurely day off.

...

 You took the opportunity to torture Keigo just a little.

Honestly, you deserved it. With the way he’d been randomly dragging you into bathrooms, alleyways, and dressing rooms to wreck you, it was truly only fair that you got to wreck him. 

So, you started early.

You sent picture after picture to him throughout the day, stepping from your office to tease at your own special garments that hid just under your modest clothing. Keigo probably wouldn’t touch himself, knowing what that would cost him. Fucking with him throughout the day would just make your revenge that much sweeter. 

He was easy to get riled up, it was one of his biggest weaknesses when this dynamic came up. Keigo might’ve had the stamina to go for hours, but he didn’t have the heart or mind not to beg for it.

And god, by the end of reaching your own workday, straps feeling almost too tight and pussy dripping, you were more than ready to fuck Keigo up beyond belief.

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 “Kei’? I’m home!” You called as you came in the front door, slipping off your shoes and hanging your purse.

“I’m in here,” Keigo’s voice echoed from the bedroom.

Oh.

Perfect.

Your plan, long thought-out, had turned out perfectly. Now, you reaped the reward.

You were going to fucking ruin Keigo.

Destroy him.

If he wasn’t a shaking pile of cum and sweat when you were done with him, you’d just keep going. 

You strode to the bedroom, anticipating the sight before you with bated breath.

And god, did Keigo take yours away.

Like a ‘good boy’, he was just as you ordered him to be. 

He was kind enough to keep the lighting the room low, though he was more than visible and fucking gorgeous.

The lingerie set fit him beautifully, as you expected. The pink satin and lace stretched over his tanned skin so well, showing off the tone of his muscles and the swell of his light curves, as well as his already weeping bulge. 

He sat on his spread knees atop the bed, garters pulling tight over his upper thighs. The panties were maybe a bit small for Keigo’s fat cock, but seeing a bit of him peeking out was never a bad thing.

The bodice of the piece was truly beautiful. It was ribbed, a blushing pink and had small threads of golden stitching accenting the lace work. The cups of the piece were pressed to Keigo’s hardened, pierced nipples, the fabric undoubtedly teasing the skin raw (not that you didn’t plan on getting them such a way yourself.) 

“Oh, baby,” You sigh, a light, genuine smile coming to your face. “You look beautiful.”

Keigo must’ve already been pretty deep in it, ducking his head and biting his lip, “Thank you, mommy.”

You smiled at his usage of the proper title, though none of your irritation or anger faded. It was only a few drops of water on a much hotter burn. 

You walked up to the bed, leaning over the end of it to tilt up his face to yours, “Kei’, what’s your safeword?” 

“Quill,” He leaned into your touch, stubbly cheeks brushing against your palms. 

Nodding to yourself, you stepped back from him. Watching Keigo was like observing a moving piece of fine art, the shadows and highlights of his body crafted by some finer being than you. You were just there to tend to him, use him and bend him in the ways you knew he craved.

You fetched the last two parcels from the closet, setting them onto the nearby dresser. Close by and in-sight, teasing the two of you.

 You turned, directly regarding Keigo. He must have been watching you move about the room, eyes rounded and knees spread just right.

“So, tell me, Kei’,” You hummed approaching the bed while popping the buttons on your work blouse. “Have you been a good boy lately?”

His fingers stiffened over the lace of the stockings, stubs twitching behind him, “I... don’t think so.”

You hummed, fully peeling off your top, “Wow, so someone’s finally got some sense to himself now? Mommy’s proud, but it’s a little too late for that.”

Keigo audibly swallowed now that you were barer to him.

Your set was a leather of some sort, black straps adorning and squeezing your frame and flesh in the best ways, linked by o-rings and pretty buckles. If Keigo was in a different mood, he would have half a mind to tug you close by the ring dangling between the slope of your breasts. 

But he wasn’t, he was mommy’s good, sweet brat, and that meant sitting and shutting up unless he wanted this to be worse for himself.  

You tapped your hip, over the slim zipper to your skirt.

“Unzip.” 

Keigo nodded, too quick and too eager as his shaking hands slid the zipper over the curve of your hip.

You stepped back before Keigo could get too much satisfaction from the action, shimming the skirt down your legs—

And the set you had on top kept going.

Garters and black stockings settled over your thighs, perfectly fitted and perfect for you and your perfect body, Keigo just wanted a taste—

You slapped his hand down onto the bed, holding it there and leaning forward with a sickly syrupy smile, “I thought you said you knew you were being a brat, baby boy? Wouldn’t that mean you know not to push your fucking luck—?” 

You left his hand on the duvet with an order to not move it, to which he complied.

And you slipped back over to the dresser, unfurling your last parcels. 

Rope and a pretty new toy.

He didn’t deserve them, they were for you.

The new harness was perfect, custom made to your size, so it sat perfectly over the curves of your thighs and ass. It looked even better when you attached the curved, thick strap to it.

“Is that—”

“For you?” You finished Keigo’s sentence with a click of your tongue. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll just suck on that cute little cock of yours until you’re fucked dry. Maybe, I would let you near my dick. Or, you learn to be a good boy like you say you are—”

You grabbed his jaw in one hand and squeezed, “And you’ll get mommy’s pretty strap?”

...

To his merit, Keigo really, really was being good. 

Each expression of his was just so, so delicious, and that wasn’t even taking into account the beautiful ways his body arched and writhed below you. 

What would the public think if they knew ‘Hawks’ was fucking mama’s boy who craved nothing more than getting stuffed with thick cock and edged until he was crying sweet, sweet tears?

Who knows! You didn’t, and you didn’t fucking care. 

You’d stuffed Keigo with a cute plug as prep, one with a glittering, yellow gem that just looked so good between his pert little ass cheeks. The new rope was put to use as well. Though, the knots were kept mainly to his arms and wrists. The new lingerie was too pretty to hide. You had tied the intricate knots and binds torturously slowly, as you’d be so kind as to attach a small, vibrating egg to the tip of his dick. 

Though, the first thing you did was lock a cock ring at his base with the promise that he ‘wouldn’t be cumming until he was screaming’. 

You had him under you, tits squished to his ribs. Your thighs slotted on the sides of his braced and squeezing him just enough so he knew not to dare to try and move with your word. 

You smeared lube up and down his angrily red cock, thumbing the head. The slick and pre slipped down and stickied his balls and the roughed-up panties tucked beneath. 

Keigo was a fucking mess for it. Whining and gasping with each breath for little, reverent pleas— ‘more, more, more—’ 

His wrists were tied together, pale pink rope making flushed marks against his heat softened skin. They were secured high on the bed, pulling his body taut and flat against the sheets.

You nipped at one of his pierced nipples, tugging the tender bar with your teeth with little regard for how Keigo squealed again. 

Each sound had you dripping, just as needy and wanting as your sweet, sweet boy, but you’d be damned to let it be as apparent as his wanting.

Keigo was a goddamn sight. 

Blond waves stuck to his forehead and temples, cheeks red and lips bitten to cherry. His mouth hung open, drool spilling from the corner and soaking the pillow you graciously kept under his head. 

(Only because you’d ridden his face for a good while prior, and you were such a nice mommy, you gave him a nice cushion while you let him tongue fuck you to another orgasm.)

“M-mommy,” Keigo’s voice shook. “Please.”

You tsked. 

“Disappointing, sweet boy,” You chastised, lightly. Keigo had already wept hard enough, you didn’t need to push much more before he cracked just as you wanted. “You know to beg better.”

Keigo choked on a sob, something that made his bound, stubby wings shudder and writhe against the sheets.

“But, I-I already have,” Keigo sputtered, tugging on the bindings and breathing hard as you toyed with the ring at the base of his swollen cock. “Please.”

He deserved it, all the teasing and sweet torture, considering what a bastard he’d been in the past week. 

“Needy and you’re talking back?” You rolled your eyes. “So what, you want me to ride your cock? That’s too good for you.”

“‘T-too good for me,’” Keigo repeated, tearfully, stomach shaking with the way he was still trying to holding back.

He just needs to let go. Be the shameless cock slut he is. 

“Guess I’ll just fuck that cute little ass of yours until I’m satisfied.”

Keigo gulped as you helped him onto his tummy, bound hands freed from the headboard to brace below him. His back arched, a practice ‘c’ curve that you made dip deeper with a press to the small of back.

“Do better,” You reminded him, cruelly. He stifled another sob, nodding.

He shrieked as you eased the lubed plug from his ass. You poured a gracious amount over the red strap-on, admiring it. 

It was thick, it’d be a stretch and would press deep enough to knock Keigo out if you so chose.

Good.

As much as Keigo loved fucking you hard and fast, wherever and whenever he pleased, he needed this sometimes. A bit of handful (or so) of mean words, and a thick cock to fuck him full and dumb.

“Baby boy,” You cooed, tapping the toy over his blushing bottom. “You ready? Or should we wait—”

The impatient bastard. 

“No, no, no,” Keigo sputtered against the sheets. “I c-can’t mommy, I can’t—”

“Can’t what, baby?”

“I can’t wait!”

It was the concept of waiting any longer for your fat cock that sent him sobbing into the bedding, hiccuping and writhing. 

Keigo, the sweet thing he was, sagged and fell apart. Breaking good and proper, coherency gone. 

You guided him through it, good and proper. 

Truthfully, Keigo had been put through it. The sudden expectations, having him wait his entire day off, tempted by your skimpy little photos. And when you finally deemed him worthy of you, it was just to tease him and pretty cock for a few hours just to let off some of your own steam was cruel. 

But Keigo had been bad, and loved getting used when you both needed it.

His tears must’ve felt damn good, considering when you reached under his hips (while rubbing tender little circles over his spine) his cock was harder than ever, leaking and wet with need.

He seized beneath you, sputtering little ‘n-no’s and ‘p-please’s mixed with his weeping. He twitched in your hand as you ran the pad of your finger around the ring at its base.

“I could take this off,” You mused, pressing the tip of the strap against his hole. “Or—” 

With a slow grind of your hips, you stretched him wide and trembling. 

Keigo’s cries got louder, deeper and rougher as he clasped his hands in their binds. Bent over his body, you teased his cock with a light hand, humming as you nonchalantly fucked him to the hilt of the strap.

“Now, sweet boy,” You nudge your hips flush to his, just barely shifting “If I take this off, can you come for me? I need you to cum for me as much until you can’t anymore. Can you be a good boy?”

After a moment of sniffling, he nodded, “Yes, m-mommy.”

You flicked the clasp on the ring, discarding it and rolling your hips.

And Keigo instantly came. 

With all of that build-up, he shuddered, wings writhing as his back bent harder as he drenched the sheets beneath the two of you.

“My good boy,” You hummed, petting between his wings as he rode it out. “Keep it up.”

And without relenting, you grabbed his wings for leverage and fucked him.

Maybe, it was a little cruel. 

Your pace was set hard and fast, tugging the feathery stubs and enjoying the feel of his round, downy feathers where you held the base. Your grip was the only thing keeping Keigo as he resisted collapsing.

You were nice enough to occasionally reach down and give Keigo a few quick pumps, just enough so he’d crest again, sticking your hand so well and thick. The cum was smeared onto the fatty round of his ass with a slap or two. 

As much as it was a damn treat to see Keigo so fucked up and fucked, you let up when his orgasms were still hot and harsh, but his cock was nearly dry. It hardly sputtered anything, drained and sticky and overstimulated beyond belief.

“N-no more, no more!” Keigo sputtered as he trembled and convulsed with a dry, painful orgasm, your hand still fisting the sore flesh on his cock. 

You knew him well enough to stop then.

Your hips stilled, breath labored, though nothing like Keigo’s teary, nearly-dry sobs. He slowly fell into the sheets, aching body falling with nothing left to give. 

Everything was slow for a moment. 

You pulled out, graciously slow and tender, mindful of his raw state.

With a few skillful tugs, his wrists were free and unbound. Weak arms and shaking hands grabbed for you, needy as ever, but still, you could indulge him. 

‘Mommy, m-mommy, please,” Keigo tried to tug you down into the soaked sheets as you unbuckled the harness from around your hips. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Still needy?”

Keigo choked on something between a sob and scream, nodding and needing. 

(Completely wrecked, just as you craved and planned. He really was good.)

Your heart softened, the energy in the air diffusing as you freed his wings, coaxing them to stretch out and release any remaining bottled up tension.

And you fell into the bed with him, tugging your sweet boy to your chest and peppering kisses over his salt-slicked cheeks.

“You were wonderful dear, my good, sweet boy,” You layered on the praise, enjoying how his shudders came from your words as opposed to the discarded cock. 

Keigo opened his cracked lips but quickly closed them, settling before nuzzling under your chin and practically purring as he came down.

You always knew that you did your job well when Keigo was fucked silent. 

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thank you for reading 💞 

ko-fi

[une-femme-de-lettres]

Simple Song

Summary: You were working at Party’s bar with Makino and your daily routine used to be very monotonous. That was until the Red Hair Pirates came along…

Characters: Benn Beckmann, Shanks, Makino, Luffy, Red Hair Pirates, Female!Reader

Parings: Benn Beckman x Female!Reader

Word count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, age gap (but reader in 18+), awkward flirting, sixty-nine, face riding

A/N: My 2 meters high baby deserves love too, so there we go…

It’d been several months since the Red Hair pirates arrived in Foosha Village and you had to admit, you didn’t know your life was so quiet until they came along. You worked with Makino at Party’s Bar, and lately, you went from only seeing a few villagers, to serving at least two hundred drinks a day to a whole crew of pirates.

With the pirates around, life was never really quiet anymore, but they didn’t cause any trouble. If you had to be honest, you got really scared when the fishermen announced pirates coming into the port months ago. But now that you got to know them a bit more, they’d become more like friends than anything else.

Today was a hot summer day and you had to wipe the pearling sweat off your forehead every now and then. You were serving your patrons as usual, not really minding the pair of eyes staring at you from one of the tables.

Benn Beckman was lazily sitting on a chair, sipping on a cold beer and watching you walk around, cleaning the counter and serving drinks. He tried to be reasonable about it, but he didn’t seem to be able to tear his eyes off the beautiful sight he had in front of him.

Slowly over the past few months, he got used to having you around and noticed things he hadn’t before. He noticed how, no matter how many people you had to serve, you always seemed to go as fast as you could, zooming around behind the bar and in between the numerous tables.

He also noticed small things. He noticed how you would redo the knot of your apron every hour or so, making sure to keep it tight around you. He also noticed that you were often touching your hair in some way, either checking the integrity of your hairdo or tucking in a few loose strands. In doing so, he would appreciate with longing eyes the way your back arched as your arms lifted up to your head. He found any of your movement to be so diligent and graceful.

“You’re in trouble…” A red head appeared in his field of view from behind his shoulder as he was still looking at you, the low pitched voice of his captain resonating in his ear.

“What do you mean?” Benn asked, taking a sip of his beer, trying desperately to look away from you.

“You think by that time I can’t recognize that look on your face…?” Shanks replied with a chuckle, sitting on the chair at the other side of the table.

“What look?” Benn growled, finally looking away from you and over at his smiling captain.

“You’re falling for her,” Shanks stated, tilting his head slightly in your direction.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Benn chuckled, taking another seep of his beer. He mindlessly looked at you again from the corner of his eyes, briefly meeting your gaze in the process. He did not expect you to look at him and the surprise made him choke slightly on his beverage.

He hit his chest with a flat hand and stopped the coughing quickly. He started thinking then, staring into space as he wondered if his attraction to you was that visible. If so, did you notice? Did you find it upsetting? After all, he guessed not many young women liked being stared at by old men. Shame started creeping inside his chest as he thought about it, the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

“The internal conflict could be read on his stern face,” Shanks voice started narrating from the other side of the table, making Benn crawl out of his thoughts and look at him. “Could a beautiful young girl fall in love with an old fogey like him…?” he finished, eyes squinting dramatically in mystery.

“Now you’re just being mean,” Benn hissed with a slight laugh, shaking his head at his captain as the latter sat back in his chair to let out a whole-hearted laugh.

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You were, as always, very focused on your work. The Red Hair Pirates had come to the bar earlier than usual that day and you had to be quick to serve every thirsty and hungry man. You didn’t have time to mind anything else really. Once things calmed down slightly and Makino came back behind the bar, you allowed yourself a little break. You stared into space as you slowly wiped a couple of glasses clean with a white rag.

Lately you found your eyes wandering more and more towards a particular figure in the room. Shanks’ first mate was a very tall and well-built man. His presence couldn’t go unnoticed wherever he went, at least not to you. You found yourself looking at him more and more. And every time you did so, something in your chest told you it wasn’t just a mindless habit.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” A sweet voice whispered in your ear, startling you out of your daydream. You turned you head slightly to look at Makino.

“Tell what, to whom?” you asked, feigning ignorance. A smile bent the corner of her lips and she raised her eyebrows.

“Benn…” she whispered playfully. You heart skipped a beat at the name. You scolded yourself silently for your lack of discretion when it came to that matter. But there was still a way to make her drop it… maybe?

“In your dreams,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes slightly. You put the glass you just cleaned down on the counter just as Luffy’s small silhouette walked in front of the bar. You watched him jump up to reach a stool and rest his elbows of the counter.

“Can I get apple juice, please?” He said politely, briefly looking over a Makino, asking for a silent confirmation that it was the proper way to ask for something. She smiled at him.

“Sure!” You said, opening a bottle of juice and filling the glass in front of you. The object was definitely a bit big for him and he had to hold it with both hands. He drank quickly, thanking you politely after putting the glass down.

Your eyes started wandering again towards the first mate. He was talking to his captain, his bust turned to him. Your eyes briefly landed on the riffle leaning against the back of the chair. This sight in combination with the way his arms moved when he talked made something ignite in you. This man exuded power and strength and for a moment a deep sadness filled your chest as you wondered if a man so wise and strong could care about a simple girl like you.

“Come on, I see you staring…” Makino’s voice brought you back to reality again and you quickly pretended to look somewhere else.

“I don’t stare!” you stated, widening your eyes at her and looking briefly over at him. He looked back at you and suddenly you saw him choking on his beer, coughing loudly. You turned to Makino. She seemed like a nice, quiet girl to everyone but you knew better, and she was currently adorning a sly smile.

That girl was always trying to get you with a man, and those past few months, Benn’s presence was the perfect excuse for her. She leaned in again, talking as quietly as possible so you were the only one to hear what she was about to say.

“When is it that you’re gonna finally… you know… make the beast with two backs?” she asked with a laugh and raised eyebrows, making heat immediately rise to your face as colorful images invaded your mind. You could see him laying on top of you, towering over your body and taking you slowly and lovingly.

“That’s impossible! How can a beast have two backs?” Luffy yelled, dragging you out of your sinful thoughts, and turning everyone’s attention to you in the process, especially Shanks’ and Benn’s.

“Don’t worry about it Luffy…” Makino started laughing as you quickly made your way to the back room, your chest heavy with embarrassment.

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It was another day at the bar, the pirates were still here and drinking their fill. You were tending to the bar as Makino waited the tables. You had just finished cleaning the surface of the counter when two strong arms appeared in your field of view, resting on the light varnished wood. You lifted your head only to find Benn in front of you. You swallowed a lump in your throat as he started speaking.

“Hey…” he said quietly.

“Hey, can I get you anything? Refill maybe?” you asked politely, pointing at his empty mug, reminding yourself of you duty. You avoided eye contact at all cost to try and keep your composure.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked timidly, craning his neck to try and find your eyes with his. You looked back in slight surprise, not expecting him to want to offer you anything. You chuckled, it being the only reasonable response your body could give in this moment.

“Ah… never on the job, sorry…” you said sincerely, looking at him in the eyes. You were never close enough to him to notice how deep the color of his eyes was. The sight made your heart flutter.

“Something non-alcoholic then?” he insisted carefully, spreading his hands in question. You mechanically looked over at Makino, who was discreetly observing the whole scene from afar, suddenly giving you a quick thumbs up and a smile.

“Alright, fine,” you said, his face lighting up slightly as you took a glass out from under the bar and filled in with colorful juice.

“I’ll take the refill, thank you so much,” he said and you took his mug to refill it, laying it back down in front of him with a thud.

You took a moment to lean on the counter in front of him, seeping on your sugary beverage. You both stood there is silence at first, not really knowing what to say to each other. You ignited from inside as you realized maybe that man cared about you a little.

“So, how’s your day?” He suddenly broke the silence, his voice still a little timid.

“Pretty quiet so far, it’s nice,” you replied with a smile. You saw his eyes shift to look at your mouth as you did so and suddenly you felt the need to hide away.

Your eyes adverted to look at the room over Benn’s shoulder, which made him turn around as well. Every single member of the crew had now turned in your direction and stopped chatting. The silence was heavy and you looked for Makino who you found standing beside Shanks as he was reclined in his chair. Both of them wore the same playful smile on their lips and you rolled your eyes.

“Hum… maybe we could… find somewhere more private…?” he asked shyly, turning to you again. You gave a questioning look at Makino and she nodded.

“You can take fifteen,” she called from the table where she was standing.

You and Benn slowly slipped away and out of the bar under dozens of curious eyes. Once out of the place, you decided to take a stroll around the village. You chatted about his life as a pirate for a little bit. A comfortable silence spread between you from time to time and you liked it too.

It had probably been more than thirty since you’d exited the bar and Benn stopped walking and turned to you. You could see his chest rise as he took a deep breath.

“Listen, you’re probably not interested in men like me, but… I like you a lot…” His words made your eyebrows raise. This was so quick and sudden, you had to take time to process his statement. First of all, how could he think you were not interested when you spent more break time than you were allowed chatting and walking with him? And second of all, he really did like you…

“I might not be interested in ‘men like you’, whatever that means…” you said, your gaze finding his eyes only to see sadness taint their beautiful color, “but I’m interested in you,” you finished, taking his hand in yours and squeezing slightly. His eyes brightened again and you smiled. Maybe he wasn’t so wise when it came to things like this, was he?

“Would you like us to get to know each other, maybe?” he proceeded to ask, scratching the back of his neck. You chuckled. You had spent most of your days with these pirates in these past few months, you weren’t exactly acquaintances anymore.

“We already know a lot about each other, don’t we?” you said quietly, he nodded. “But not everything, I suppose, so… why not?” you finished, squeezing his hand lightly.

“Alright then,” he let out in a breath. You wanted to lean into him in that moment, you wanted to kiss him on the cheek, on the lips, anywhere. But your restrained yourself, letting go of his hand.

“I gotta go back, Makino is probably waiting for me,” you said as an excuse. He nodded and walked with you back to the bar.

Miraculously, no one said anything when you walked back into the room full of his crew mates. Even Makino left you alone for the rest of your shift, only asking you how it went when you were closing the place for the night.

From then on, you and Benn talked more and more. He also came to sit at the bar more often and you could see him smiling to you from across the room from time to time. You always responded, smiling back at him. With days passing, he could see the look you gave him fill with desire and it didn’t help him sleep at night, his mind plagued by images of you lying down naked under him or straddling his hips.

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One night, you finally found it in you to make a move. By that time, you were burning with desire for him and you couldn’t ignore the blatant truth any longer. You had been staring at him all day long, replaying the same scenario in your mind over and over, the same images of him filling your mind.

You were alone to close the bar that night. The Red Hair Pirates had drunk all day long and where now about to continue their partying on their ship. You finished cleaning the last of the remaining glasses and mugs as they slowly made their way out of the bar.

The last ones to exit were Shanks and Benn. You stepped outside and locked the door as Shanks started making his way to the port. Benn only made sure you managed to close the establishment safely before following behind his captain.

You surprised yourself when you took a few steps towards the tall man and grabbed his arm. He jumped slightly and turned around, ready to say something. You quickly put your index finger to your lips, silently pleading him not to make a noise.

He briefly looked back at his captain and let you lead him the opposite way. You held his hand firmly as you quickly made your way back to your house. He looked a little stunned the whole time but kept following you. Finally, you reached your home, frantically opening the door and sneaking him inside as quickly as possible.

As soon as the door was closed and you found yourself in the dark, you crushed your lips to his. He gathered his thoughts quickly and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to his body. The feeling of his tall figure pressed against you was enough to make you moan in the kiss, it was even better than anticipated.

He cupped your face with his hand as you pulled away slightly, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you had longed for his touch for so long now, it didn’t even feel real.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing your slightly parted lips. His thumb caressed your cheek as his eye bore into yours. You could barely see him in the dark, his strong features only lit by the faint moonlight.

“Take me,” was the only thing you could mutter as your eyes filled with lust. He leaned in again to kiss you, deeper this time, his tongue soon playing with yours. A fire ignited inside you then, suddenly wanting his mouth all over you.

Not parting from the kiss, you took off your shoes. He broke away and did the same so you could quickly take him to your room, still holding his hand in yours, as if he would vanish the moment you stopped touching him.

You sat him on the edge of your bed, which seemed so tiny compared to his huge body, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. A surge of pride and passion traveled through your body and you were bold enough to climb onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face in your hands to kiss him again.

He held your hips in his firm grip, the hem of your dress raising up slightly with the movements of his fingers. You started swaying against him mechanically, trying to feel something, anything that could satisfy your desire.

You whined as your core brushed over his covered erection. You heard him growl deep in his throat and you moved your hips again, eliciting another noise from him. You smiled, breaking away from his lips to quickly take off your dress.

Your back arched with the movement of your arms lifting to take the garment off and he felt himself twitch in his pants, the same sight having plagued his mind for weeks. Only this time it was even better as you were naked in front of him. He paused for a second to explore your body with his eyes and hands, his callous fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of your back.

You felt heat rise to your face as you watched him stare at you, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. His eyes went from your legs to your stomach and to your naked breasts. His fingers came from your waist up your back and he used his thumbs to brush the side of your breasts lightly.

Suddenly, his mouth was on one of them, warm lips wrapping around the areola and hot tongue brushing over the nipple lightly. You moaned loudly, not expecting such attention from him. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his head as you relished in the feeling.

He made you pant loudly with his ministrations and continued to tease you by moving his mouth to the other breast. Your hips bucked impossibly quickly against his and he thought you might make him cum here and there.

He let go of your nipple with a wet pop and buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin.

“Careful, you’re gonna make me lose my mind…” he breathed and you chuckled.

You playfully and rubbed yourself harder against him, making him growl in sheer pain as he felt his hard cock press against his pants. Your hands quickly came up to his belt, fiddling with it for a bit and finally managing to untie it and unbutton his pants.

You climbed off of him, letting him get a taunting view of your soaked underwear, triggering a new wave of desire in him. He groaned and moved quickly to remove his shirt. You watched the muscles in his chest contract as you knelt in front of him to take off his pants and underwear all at once.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his hard cock slipping free from its confines and he chuckled. Your gaze soon filled with hunger as you approached him again, taking place in between his legs and grasping him in your hand.

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched you tentatively lick the tip of his penis. He let out a strangled moan at the welcome touch and fell back on the mattress behind him, only able to support himself with his elbows.

“Don’t be shy, girl, come up here,” he managed to say with a laugh and a flick of his fingers. You were slowly sucking the tip in your mouth when you pulled away, making him regret his words as your warmth left him.

But it was only a matter of time. You stood up slowly, making a show or removing your underwear, the last thing that covered your body from his blazing eyes. He lied down on the soft mattress with a groan at the sight you were offering him, remnants of doubt still lingering in his mind. How could a girl like you offer her body to an old pirate like him?

He didn’t have time to reminisce further as he felt you climb up on the bed, straddling him again, only this time your back facing him. He welcomed your body onto his by squeezing your hips with his strong hands, moving you just the right way so he could face your behind.

You suddenly felt regret seep into your body as shame tainted your determination. You realized, as you leaned in to take his cock back in your mouth, that he was now face to face with your dripping pussy and you couldn’t fathom the sight it might be for him.

You heard him chuckle, his voice hoarse with desire and you tried to calm your racing heart. As you started licking your way up his shaft to the tip of his penis, you felt his hands drag your hips lower. You took his cock in your hot mouth right as he brushed his tongue along your wet slit, making you both moan in unison.

He suddenly felt like a thirsty man in a desert as he couldn’t help but move his tongue frantically against you, tasting your fluids and making you unravel in his hands. Your smell and taste were overwhelming and his cock was twitching rapidly in your mouth.

The pleasure he gave you made you bolder and you took as much of him as you could in your mouth. He groaned deeply when he hit the back of your throat and had to keep himself from thrusting up into it. Instead, he focused on your pleasure and brought his hand to your core, testing how wet you were by inserting a finger inside you. The friction made you moan again around his cock and he continued thrusting into you, easily adding a second finger and finding your sensitive spot.

The more pleasure he gave you, the more he received from you and he felt himself get closer and closer to orgasm by the second. He had to do something about it, there was no way he would only cum in your mouth tonight.

His hands left your hips only to grip your upper-arms and pull you back up, making his cock leave your mouth with obscene wet noises. You were surprised and turned slightly to look at his face, wiping the spit off your chin with a chuckle, trying to catch your breath.

“You really wanted me to lose it, uh?” he said in between breaths.

“I want to taste your cum so bad,” you retorted with a breathy voice, earning a stunned look on his face as his cock desperately twitched in the air at your words. He groaned and let his head fall back again.

“What’s wrong, you can’t handle me, old man…?” you taunted, turning around on him to straddle his chest, bringing your hand to your sex and teasing your clit lightly with your fingers. Your provocation ignited something in him and he lifted you to his face again, pressing his tongue into your wet cunt as your fingers kept working on your clit.

He managed to match your pace perfectly, slowing down or speeding up as you did and soon you found yourself on the edge of orgasm. You started bucking your hips and pressing yourself onto his face, moaning and soon crying out in pleasure.

“Cum on my face, I want to taste you,” your heard him mutter in between your thrusts. Your own words used against you made you tip over the edge with a loud cry of pure heated pleasure, riding your orgasm on his face.

You slowly stopped moving, propping yourself on trembling arms as you came down from your high. You moaned weakly when he pushed two fingers into your oversensitive sex only to feel your walls spasm around them.

“Who’s handling who now…?” He growled from his place between your legs and you laughed.

“Shut up and fuck me already,” you retorted and he didn’t need to hear anything else from you to flip you around and lay you down onto your pillows. He waited a little before doing anything though, just the time for you to fully calm down.

He slowly crawled up the bed to rest his hips in between your thighs and you cupped his face to kiss him again. He lined himself with your entrance and slowly thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt into your dripping pussy, making you both moan lazily.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered against your lips. You moaned again, still feeling the effects of your previous orgasm as he thrust back and forth into you. A lazy, painfully slow pace was the only way he could make love to you without coming inside you immediately. You were tight and hot around him, the feeling was wonderfully overwhelming.

“Do you think you could cum for me one more time, girl?” he asked, kissing and licking all the sensitive spots of your neck and shoulders, still thrusting inside you. You moaned and bucked your hips in rhythm, finding blissful pleasure when you managed to rub your clit on the hard muscles of his stomach. He must have felt in and pushed harder against you with each thrust.

Soon you were screaming his name, your wall getting impossibly tight around his cock. This was the feeling he wanted to experience tonight, he wanted to cum deep inside you as you came around his cock, and he did.

With a grunt, he spilt his seed deep inside, some of it already spilling out as his thrusts became more erratic. When he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he laid down onto you and you welcomed his tired body in your warm embrace.

You didn’t move for some time after that, unable to use your muscles and not wanting to part away from each other. When you started to shiver slightly, Benn moved from atop your body and you both slipped under the covers. You curled up against him and fell asleep rapidly, being drained of all your energy.

You managed to make love one more time as dawn crept through your closed curtains. It was lazy and slow but passionate and loving. After that, you both stayed awake, making out slowly under the covers until you realized you were late for your day.

Benn laughed as he watched you run around, grabbing random clothes and doing your best to hide your disheveled look. He walked with you back to the bar, or rather walked behind you as your practically ran. You expressed your concern to him, saying how it was way too suspicious if people of his crew saw you walk into the bar together.

“Don’t worry, they’re probably still on that ship, trying to get rid of their hangover…” he replied with a chuckle and you let go of the thought.

Upon opening the door of Party’s bar, though, you came face to face with the whole crew and Makino, practically waiting for you both as all of them without exception were looking at you with knowing smiles spread over their faces. In that moment, you really wished you had called in sick and stayed in bed.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hollow Pass (Part 1)

Summary: When the reader has to spend a day in the mines for work, she’s less than thrilled. When the miner showing her around for the day, Dean Winchester, is an ass, she’s even less thrilled. But an accident will change all of that and if they want a chance of getting out of the mess they’re in, they’ll need to put their lives in each others hands, literally...

Pairing: Miner!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, injury, frightening/claustrophobic/near death situations

A/N: Please enjoy the first of this 2 parter!

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You sighed as you stood in the trailer of the manager’s office, a jumpsuit and a pair of boots sat in a chair. Your boss, bless his heart, thought it was always a good idea for corporate positions to experience a day in the mines to truly understand the product and what the little guy went through on a day to day basis. The argument that you were not really corporate, not even close, seemed to go over his head.

“Y/N, you gonna change? I need my office back,” said the manager through the door. You pulled it open and pouted. “I don’t want you going down in the mines anymore than you do but if you want to make corporate, you gotta do what the CEO says.”

“Dad I don’t even want to work there. I like my simple office job.”

“Then why have you been in all those development programs at work?” he asked. You shrugged and he sighed. “Cause you can’t say no.”

“Do I have to?” you asked, looking back at the overalls.

“Do you want to quit?” he asked.

“I don’t want to lose a good paycheck. But I don’t want a corporate job either,” you said. 

“Then you’re shit outta luck,” he said. “I’m gonna put you with the Winchester boy. He’s on safety checks in our most secure mines.”

“You mean the ones that never have problems.”

“Funny how that all coincidentally happened today of all days,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks dad.”

“I don’t want you going anywhere near explosives. You’ll be safe doing the checks with Dean for the day.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said twenty minutes later. The man in overalls and a hard hat rolled his eyes.

“I’m ten minutes late because of you which means I’m gonna get docked those ten minutes of pay so thank you little miss corporate.”

“I’m your boss’ daughter, jackass.”

“Still ain’t my boss,” he said. You huffed and headed over towards the mine entrance when he grabbed the back of your overalls. “No, dummy. You have zero safety gear so unless you want to die, you’re coming with me.”

“Asshole.”

“Dean Winchester at your service,” he said, dragging you over with him to some lockers. He punched a card and went to the storage racks, seemingly grabbing a few items and putting them on. He picked the hard hat off your head and grabbed one with a light and a wire attached to it, clipping it on your belt. He put something over your shoulder you put your arm through like a sling and clipped a mask onto the back of your belt, a flashlight and a small hand pickaxe going through your other loops. “Turn this lamp on anytime you’re in the mine and never, ever, take off your hat. If I yell at you or you smell something funny, get that mask on. Flashlight and the axe are backup for emergencies.”

He put a radio in your pocket and looked you over.

“Oh and for the love of God, do not wander off. I don’t care if you see a bug or break a nail or gotta piss.”

“What do you do if you have to…” you said.

“Normally you piss against some rock like a man but special manager’s daughter we’ll walk you back out here, take our slow ass time, make me go longer than my shift and because I was late today, I don’t get overtime.”

“That sounds kinda illegal.”

“The contracts for this company are a fucking nightmare,” he said, walking out of storage.

“Why work here then?” you asked as he went to an area and grabbed a clipboard. He took two water bottles and clipped them on each of your belts before whistling for you to follow after.

“Well somebody had to pay for his baby brother to go to law school and it wasn’t going to be my drunk of a father now was it,” said Dean, stopping and writing something down. 

“So you didn’t grow up with mining in your family?” you asked.

“No. I’m not some redneck hillbilly like you imagine either,” he said. He flipped on his light and turned yours on when you got to the mine entrance. “Crouch.”

“Huh?”

“We ain’t riding the cart which is missing, dumbass. Crouch down so you can fit in the tunnel,” he said. You swallowed and had to bend down some, following Dean closely. “Ain’t claustrophobic are ya cause now’s the time to tell me.”

“No,” you said. “Jerk.”

“Ah, see? We’re getting along already.”

You walked for five or so minutes before the ground sloped down further and an entrance to the right opened up. Dean straightened up and you did the same, stretching out as he grabbed the back of your jumpsuit.

“Dude, would you stop doing that?” you said.

“Would you stay in my line of sight?”

“That’s harassment. You can’t touch me without my permission,” you said, crossing your arms. He blinked a few times and rolled his eyes quite possibly the most dramatically you’d ever seen in your life.

“This? This is not an office building. Every single time you step in here you run the risk of dying and you have zero clue on how to stay safe down here. I hate it when you people with your big offices and penny pinching bullshit come down here and complain about every goddamn little thing. If you want out, get out of the fucking mining business.”

“You’re an irritable person,” you said. He grumbled and tugged you along with him until you brushed him off. You followed him down a hallway and another, Dean checking things off on his clipboard as he went. “Are you gonna explain any of this stuff?”

“What do you think?” he said. He whistled and you followed him down a few more hallways when he stopped a gauge looking contraption. He checked a few different numbers and valves on it as you spun around. 

“I guess it is kinda cool. That somehow you guys know how to block up rocks and leave all these cracks and know how to make it so it doesn’t all come crashing down.”

“Cracks?” he asked as he squatted down and read off a meter.

“Yeah like that big one,” you said, pointing at the wall across the way. He turned around and looked at it for barely a second before he grabbed your arm. 

“Move. Now,” he said. He pulled out his radio and pressed down the button. “We have a grade five crack in Lodge Six West. Do not blow. I repeat do not-”

The ground rumbled and you heard a splintering noise, Dean pushing you back into the hallway you’d been in. He jumped on top of you and covered your body with his, all the lights going out, a loud thundering of falling rocks happening close by. It seemed to go on and on before it finally stilled, the hallway pitch black.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, coughing when you felt dust in the air.

“Don’t move,” he said. He lifted his head and there was some light, Dean looking around before climbing off of you and staring at a new wall of rock. He looked at the hallway you’d been in, clicking on his flashlight and you saw where the rock dropped off about a hundred feet away. “Well. Shit.”

“What just happened?”

“The rock was unstable and they already set off the charges and it shook the mountain so now there’s a giant hole over there and our exit is blocked.”

“What’s that way?” you asked, nodding down the only unobstructed hallway.

“Further down into the mine before you hit the decommissioned area.”

“Is there a way out,” you asked, Dean patting his side.

“Fuck. My radio is under all that,” he said. He took out yours and handed it to him, Dean nodding before he turned it on. “Main do you copy, over?”

There was silence on the other end and Dean hit the button again.

“Main this is Winchester in Lodge Six West with…what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, manager’s kid. Copy, over.”

“Winchester this is Main. We got lots of calls coming in from ground crews about a shaking.”

“Lodge Six West Hall K is a giant crater of death and Hall H is buried, right up to the entrance of junction HJ.”

“Injuries?”

“We’re okay,” said Dean.

“Give me a second.”

Dean took a deep breath and coughed. He tapped your mask on your belt and you put it on, the air a bit easier to breath. 

“Winchester this is Melvin.”

“She’s okay, boss. Just a little shook up. Saved our asses from winding up in the ground even if she doesn’t know it yet,” he said. He held out the radio and you pulled down the mask. 

“Dad I’m fine, really. We both are. It’s just kinda dark and smelly is all.”

“I know. Put your mask on sweetie until you can get to some cleaner air,” he said. You put it back on, Dean, getting to his feet. He pulled you up and looked back at your blocked path. 

“Any other collapses?” asked Dean.

“None reported so far. Everyone should be out of the mine’s or on their way. Alarm is blasting.” You looked back at Dean, his eyes shutting.

“Melvin we can’t hear it. At all.”

“Rodney’s out checking where our side of the collapse starts. We’ll get you out,” he said, someone panting in the background.

“Hall B, Mel,” he said. Dean turned away from you and sighed. No one said anything for a long time until Dean finally raised his head.

“We got two 16 ounces bottles of water. If she rations it, she’s got a shot,” said Dean quietly.

“No, she doesn’t,” said your dad, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “How long does your radio have?”

“Mine got crushed. Hers was on a quarter charge. I’d guess maybe an hour or two tops,” he said.

“Should we call your brother?”

“He’s hiking in Glacier Park this week. No cell service,” said Dean quietly. “Just tell him to check my bottom desk drawer. There’s something for him there.”

“I can do that,” he said. “Is there anyone...parents-”

“All due respect sir, I’d rather you talk to your daughter,” he said. Dean held out the radio to you and you picked it up, Dean skirting around the corner to the one unblocked hallway.

“Dean?” you asked, following over there. He was leaned against the wall and looked over his shoulder at you. “What’s going on?”

“They can’t dig us out in time.”

“What do you mean-”

“Talk to your dad. You’re wasting time. That battery won’t last forever,” he said. He turned back and you walked back around the corner, sitting down against the wall.

“Hi dad,” you said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice shaky. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Mom’s on her way down to talk, okay? She’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“I so quit this job,” you said, wiping off your eyes with the back of your hand. He laughed and you threw your head back. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m gonna stay on the line as long as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Okay.”

Two Hours Later

The battery in the radio had died about fifteen minutes ago. There was no sound aside from your sniffling and Dean’s down the hall. You got up eventually and went into the hall, sitting down beside him. You handed him the radio and he clipped it back on his belt.

“You okay?” you asked, voice hoarse.

“You try listening to someone say goodbye to their parents and not bawl,” he said. He wiped off his face and took a deep breath. “Air’s better now at least.”

“What do we do now?”

“Now,” he said, clipping his water bottle onto your belt. “You sit there and try not to exert a lot of energy and that water will last you a few days.”

“We both heard my father. They can’t drill or dig or do anything fast enough. It’d take weeks. I’m not sitting here next to your dead ass so take your damn water back,” you said, shoving it back in his chest. He didn’t speak but put it on his belt, pulling his knees into his chest. “Why were you so mean to me before? You gave up time on the phone for me. I don’t think you’re what you pretend to be.”

“I’m a dead man walking and that’s a fact.”

“Technically you’re sitting.”

He smiled and rested his face in his knees. He sat up and reached over behind you, hitting off your headlight.

“We need to conserve power as long as possible,” he said.

“Will our lights go out before we dehydrate to death?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “This is what it’ll be like.”

He flipped off his lamp and you swore you’d never experienced a darkness so deep. You felt his hand graze yours before holding it and you swallowed.

“Kinda less scary knowing you can turn it back on again,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why such a brute?”

“You do this job long enough and most people think you’re a dumb sack of shit with nothing in his head. You’re dead weight, odds are you’ll die down here or get into some kind of accident and have to go on disability the rest of your life. You corporate people are always so stuck up, like I’m not even good enough to be the dirt on your shoes. I didn’t give you a chance because odds were you were like all the rest of them. You’re the only reason we didn’t die in that hole, very painfully.”

“Wouldn’t we have-”

“No. It’s not a simple hole we would have fell in. Falling rocks, crushing and hitting, landing on you, ones you hit yourself. Might not kill you immediately. You’d feel it.”

“Dying of thirst is better?”

“I’d say so. Still get to keep this handsome face, or what’ll be left of it,” he said. He flipped his light back on and you scooted closer. “I think you’re very attractive.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gonna die in like three or four days. Life has no consequences now and I happen to find you very attractive and you seem like a smart, sweet woman that put her parents a little at ease during the worst moment of their lives.”

“Who’s your brother?” you asked. “No consequences after all.”

“He’s a lawyer...and my best friend.”

“You said you did this job for him.”

“Student debt is a bitch. I try to help him out and the overtime helps make dents in it,” he said. “Our parents had debt out their asses. It caused so many problems for us. I wanted him safe, never have to worry about the next meal on the plate or the roof over his head or having to wear my hand me downs ever again. At least he’ll get my life insurance policy. That should help.”

“I have been busting my ass since I was a college freshman in that office to move up the chain for a job I didn’t even want. I completely lost nearly all of my twenties to work. All so I could die in here.”

“Well I know this doesn't sound good but I’m glad I didn’t die all super painful. Or that I’ll be alone,” he said. You smiled and nodded, Dean returning it. “Got any bucket list shit we can pull off down here?”

“We could make out,” you said. “Never knew anyone could make that jumpsuit look good.”

“Why the fuck not,” he chuckled. He leaned in close and your helmets bonked, Dean pulling his off and yours, quickly cupping your face. 

His lips were gentler than you thought, the two of you stopping when your lips were pressed together. You rested your forehead against his and broke off only an inch.

“Not as much fun at the moment as it sounded,” you breathed out.

“Pretty good last kiss though,” he said. You put your helmets back on and you grabbed his hand again. 

“Don’t let go down here. Please.”

He reached to his belt and undid a little pouch, pulling out a small tether of rope. He clipped one end onto him and the other to you.

“For when the lights go out,” he said.

“How long do we got?”

“About a day, maybe a little more,” he said. You sighed and turned your head, staring down the rest of the hall. “It’s decommissioned, Y/N. It’s a death trap.”

“Is there a way out?” you asked.

“Maybe. Maybe they never find us though,” he said. You stared at him and he nodded, hitting your headlamp back on. “Enough of the pity party. Let’s go get out of here or die trying.”

He stood and held out a hand, hoisting you to your feet. 

“So. What’s our best option?” you asked.

“It’s alright for a bit until we get to the decommissioned section. When we get there, that’s when it gets dangerous. Technically it’s dangerous now considering the blast but we’re okay for a bit,” he said. 

“Let’s go then,” you said. He nodded and you followed him down the hall, walking side by side. 

“Alright so the decommissioned section is called Hollow Pass. Beyond that is Upper Seven. If we can get to Upper Seven, we can get out the old entrance I’m pretty sure. Never been in there but hopefully it’s not a maze over there.”

“So Hollow Pass is the hard part.”

“Yeah.”

“Why was it decommissioned?”

“Unstable ground. Holes, pockets of air, rotted support beams, wood planks.”

“So it’s a death trap.”

“Yup,” he said. “We’re probably gonna die down there.”

“What do you think our odds are?”

“Well it’s been out of order for over fifty years, we have no map, I have no real idea where exactly to go...I give us 1% odds.”

“Beats are 0% odds here.”

“Good way to think about it considering we’re going to most likely die.” He stopped walking and took a deep breath. “If I fall or whatever, follow the widest hall possible and keep away from wood and cracks as best as possible. Ration your water and eventually you’ll find your way out.”

“If you fall I’m definitely not gonna make it.”

“Well at least try. You can tell my brother how devastatingly brave I was that way.”

“You just spent the past hour crying.”

“So did you,” he said. You bumped his shoulder and he returned it but it was playful and soft. You walked together quietly for a moment until Dean rounded a corner and took a deep breath.

There were a few planks across a hallway, Dean kicking them down, frowning when they broke pretty easily.

“There’s gonna be rot.”

“Lovely.”

“We don’t have to go,” he said. “You don’t have to. There’s a chance-“

“There’s no chance Dean. Not if we stay up there. If you don’t want to go, I will. Maybe I can get help back in-“

“We’re doing this together or you’re staying. I can go and you-“

“We both go,” you said. 

“I go first. You step where I step and if I tell you to do anything, you do it.”

“Dean. We already established that you’re not a hardass. You can lead the way but you know, nicely.”

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gave more slack in the rope attached to the two of you and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

He was calm for a few minutes until you were turning down a hallway, Dean suddenly stopping in front of you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Look,” he said. You poked your head around him, swallowing at the rotted wood on the ground, holes worn into the planking. “Y/N that’s not good. Rot means there’s water and water means erosion and erosion means big shafts hundreds of feet straight down under those wood planks.”

“How much of it is wood?” you asked. You both looked ahead and sighed, the whole hall flooring covered in wood. “Shit.”

“Y/N. This is too dangerous. I’ve worked in mines since I was 18 and it’s way too dangerous.”

“Dean. I don’t want to die. If we don’t do anything, we’re dead in three days, maybe less.”

“Maybe they come up the decommissioned mine and get us,” he said. 

“Dean. The mountain collapsed from what my dad said. They are not coming in here, risking even more lives, in this mine. It might even have collapsed on the other side on the way out. We don’t know. All we do know is we stay and we’re dead or we go and we’re maybe dead.”

“You still won’t let me go on ahead on my own to try to get some help?”

“You’re not leaving me alone,” you said. You stepped ahead and he yanked on the rope, pulling you back. “Dean. Stop.”

“I go first,” he said. You held up your hands and he swallowed, Dean stepping past you, carefully putting his weight down on each plank. “Follow. Every footstep exactly where mine go.”

You followed after, the only sounds your breathing and the occasional board creaking. Dean put a foot down and stopped moving forward when you heard snapping. 

“Go back. Slowly.”

You stepped a foot backwards, putting weight on it and your foot going straight through. Dean grabbed your arm as you pulled your foot up, a few sticks falling into a deep dark pit. 

“What do we do,” you breathed out.

“Well we’re over rock that fell away so there’s a big hole beneath us if the rotted wood is anything to go by,” he said. You heard the slight waiver in his voice and sighed. “We make a choice. Forwards or backwards.”

“Back looks bad. Plus we already probably broke the supports.”

“I think solid ground is in front. But I have to jump for it,” he said. You looked past him and shook your head. 

“Dean, it's way too far. I can try to walk over there if you let out the rope. I get to solid ground and then you walk and if you fall, I got you with the rope.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no way.”

“You’re too heavy and we can’t stay here,” you said. You slipped past him and he tried to grab you but you went quickly. “Dean let out the rope. Now.”

“Fuck. We’re gonna die.”

“No we’re not,” you said, walking quickly, planks creaking but you sighed when you had solid rock under your feet again. “Alright. Just go where I did and fast.”

He took a deep breath and walked a few steps, a loud groaning of the wood making him move faster.

You hit the ground the second you saw him go down, the wood breaking away. Dean shouted and you dug your heels into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” he said, falling straight down into a hole and out of view.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and angst word count: 3.7k WARNINGS: hospital setting, mentions of surgery/operation, blood, violence

a/n: so, this is it guys. the final part of ifliys :( i would like to extend my sincere thank yous to each and everyone who have read, liked, commented and shared this series. this is the very first fanfic i was able to finish/complete because of the support, love and motivation you all gave as i wrote this. don’t worry! there is an epilogue and i will announce what i have in store for them in the near future. in the meantime, this is part ten. thank you very much!

ten: moonlight | masterlist

The Queen is talkative. That’s one of the many quirks she has that you noticed when you were growing up. It’s not the uncomfortable or annoying kind of talkative. You really don’t know how to exactly put it, but she’s talkative in an elegant and easy-going way. One time, she decided to take a walk on a particularly busy street with only one member of the security detail assigned to tail her a few meters behind. She told you the whole story, excitedly. She was casually strolling and asking typical questions like what time is it to some vendors, passersby and the like. She even held a conversation about olive oil that lasted a good twenty minutes until the stranger she was talking to recognized who she was. You can tell that she had a blast as she laughed all through the evening. 

Spending time with her gradually dwindled because of your job paired with your official duties as the Crowned Princess. But when opportunity arises, you make sure to make it worth the wait. Conversations are easy with her because she’s trustworthy and most importantly, she’s your mother. She usually asks you random, yet unexpectedly relevant questions whenever the two of you share a cup of coffee or tea or when you go shopping and even now is no different, as you’re about to choose the right fabric for your wedding dress. 

“Describe the person that brings the best out of you.”

Ah, here we go. Your mother is surely not distracting you but her intent stares as she props her arm against the armrest of the white couch she’s sitting on is definitely pulling you away from the matter at hand. The look on your eyes is telling her really? and she fires back with an expecting one telling you a silent, “well? Come on. Tell me.”

You snort and shake your head, bringing your attention back to the table. You’re not denying your mother an answer because you know who to describe. It’s not that hard to figure out and you know she’s smart enough to know.

Jeon Wonwoo.

“How do you want me to describe? Personality or physical features?” You ask back and humor her as you fiddle with one lace material. 

“Both,” she challenges with a mischievous grin and you’re not one to back down. 

“Well, the person is quite tall and sharp in terms of physical features,” you start, doing your best to describe him implicitly. “Has a way with words, but they are all genuine and honest.”

Unbeknownst to you, your mother’s fond smile confirms your assumption that she is smart and that she knows who you’re talking about. But she presses on, loving how you describe this mysterious person. 

“What about those features then? How do they help you?”

You thought for a moment and when the right words came to mind, you didn’t hesitate to say, “They inspire me to do and be better not only for myself but for everyone else. Mostly it’s their genuineness and honesty that inspires me.”

You and your mother laugh together at your last sentence. 

It’s true though. After witnessing Wonwoo in the light of his Kingdom, something tugged at your heartstrings. You don’t exactly remember when, maybe it was around high school, but you remember adamantly telling your friends that you would want to be with someone that will bring the best out in you. Someone that can fuel your desire to be of service for the greater good. It sounds awfully used too often and you’re sure you’re not the only one who thinks this way, but as you have already said, it’s the truth.

Despite the circumstances, you found that someone. You found Wonwoo.

A few seconds later, Jeongyeon comes in with a knock and announces, “Your Majesty, Prince Wonwoo has arrived.”

Your eyes spring up at the name, distracted once again. And when you see the “tall” and “sharp” Prince, you’re quick to your feet and run towards him. He stumbles a little when you jump at him in a tight hug, arms clinging around his neck. Nonetheless, he smiles and welcomes your enthusiastic embrace with a soft smooch on the side of your head. 

“Wait,” you abruptly pull away. “You’re not supposed to be here, though.”

Wonwoo acts dumb, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean? Her Majesty invited me to be here.”

“Calm down, Y/N,” you hear the culprit say behind your back as she stands up to greet her future son-in-law. “There’s no dress yet. It’s okay for him to be here.”

You subtly roll your eyes. You’re not one to be superficial but if there were a dress already, she’d take her words back. You return your arms back to Wonwoo’s waist and lean your chin against his chest, your lips pulling into a pout. He leans down to meet your lips with a quick peck but your mother was quicker to push you aside and to take her turn in giving him a hug. 

Your jaw drops and your pout is exchanged with a scowl. 

Wonwoo tries his best to hold his laughter but to no avail, fails as he formally greets the Queen. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.” 

“Always good to see you, my Prince,” the Queen replies and gently pats his cheek. “And now that you’re here, I can finally take my leave.”

“Leave? We haven’t even picked a fabric yet,” you remind her and stand in between them. 

“Honey, you have been going back and forth since nine in the morning,” she retaliates and walks back to the couch to pick her bag up. “Let’s schedule for another day. Unless you want Wonwoo to leave and we continue.”

Your stance immediately takes a hundred eighty degree turn. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s clear Saturday next week and we’ll take it from there.”

“I thought so.”

With a knowing wink, the Queen takes off.

That memory was from about three weeks ago after your visit and vacation at Wonwoo’s Kingdom. Wedding planning was back and the two of you went your separate ways for the time being to prepare your respective attire and accessories. Wonwoo didn’t know you had that conversation with the Queen not until she told him here at the hospital where you lie unconscious and fighting for your life.

The Royal Hospital was once again swarmed with a plethora of men in black suits because the Crowned Princess of the Kingdom has been shot twice, one on her shoulder and another on her left leg. It was a failed attempt in assassinating the King but Kim Mingyu took the opportunity to target your vulnerability and let his men shoot you instead as if it was his plan b. Kim Mingyu, whom he never desires to meet, is finally in police custody. He didn’t try to elude his impending arrest. In fact, he knew he would get arrested. He just wanted to toy with people until he couldn’t anymore. 

Wonwoo has no words to spare to describe him and seeing his face and hearing his name everywhere and everytime is just making his blood boil. 

The Queen has never left the hospital from the moment she arrived while you were undergoing operation up to being placed in a private room. She was calm when Wonwoo stood up from the bench to respectfully address her. She just nodded her head when he couldn’t say a word without his lips trembling and enveloped him in a warm hug as he cried on her shoulder. 

She told him that the two of you haven’t spoken since your father’s arrest and it has been unbearably painful and challenging. She acknowledges how terrible and neglecting she has been as a mother when she knows how absolutely difficult this is for you. It’s even more heartbreaking because you never once complained. Instead you respected her silence and distance. She regrets her absence and seeing you lying on a bed, looking so cold and fragile is making her world completely fall apart.

“Wonwoo, I’m so sorry that this happened,” the Queen solemnly says and holds his hand tightly. “The Kingdom promises that everyone involved will be held accountable.”

Wonwoo nods. “I understand, Your Majesty. Our Kingdom will do so as well.”

“I also want you to know that Y/N never wanted to end the engagement,” she adds. “She was just afraid that someone like her doesn’t deserve to receive your love.”

Wonwoo didn’t know that you looked up to him. If anyone should be admired, it should be you because you were ready to drop everything just to uphold justice. It’s been three days after the operation and you still haven’t opened your eyes. The operation was successful. No artery nor major organs were damaged, but you did lose a lot of blood. Just like the Queen, Wonwoo has been by your side, patiently waiting. Right now despite your stable condition, he still feels like dying. 

The love of his life almost died before his eyes. 

Wonwoo rests his head on the small space beside your arm, similar to the first time he took care of you a few months back. He gazes at your peaceful face, silently begging for you to wake up. He wants to kiss, hear and hug you again. He wants to be with you again. 

“Wonwoo.”

He sits up straight at the sound of his name and finds the Queen sadly smiling at him.

“How about you go back to your apartment for today?” She suggests, taking the seat on your other side. “Take a long shower and have some shut eye? Hmmm?”

Wonwoo bites his bottom lip, hesitant to leave and not have his eyes on you. He badly wants to stay and be here when you finally wake up. But the Queen is right. You’re safe now so he has nothing to worry about anymore. 

Slowly, he stands up from the chair he’s been sitting on for who knows how long. He clasps his one hand around yours while the other sweeps the hair that’s covering your forehead and lands a gentle kiss there. You’re starting to warm up and that’s a relief. 

He talks to you every single day, hoping you’d hear his voice. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.

I love you.

Later in the evening, you find your mother quietly dozing off, her head swaying from left to right and vice versa as she remains upright on the couch placed near the wall. You blink your eyes and adapt to the sudden brightness greeting your senses. You try to move your head and take in your surroundings and after a few minutes of contemplating, you recognize where you’re at and remember everything. 

Dad.

Your violent gasp immediately roused your mother from her sleep and seeing you struggling to sit made her jolt up and hurry beside you. 

“Darling,” she calls and holds your thrashing arms down, worried that you’d worsen your wounds. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Dad,” you voice out against the dryness of your throat. “Mom, where’s dad?”

“He’s okay too.” You can see the tears welling up on her eyes as she caresses your hair and gently pulls you in a hug. “He’s safe.”

Together, you shed the tears of anguish that you have been holding back for so long.

The King couldn’t be here because the court didn’t allow his appeal to accompany nor visit you even just for a day. He couldn’t even carry his daughter’s body to the ambulance because he was handcuffed and heavily guarded. He couldn’t even protect his daughter from the harmful consequences of his mistakes. Your mother told you that he desperately wants to be by your side and you do know that. You’re way past his inability to be here and that’s none of your concern anymore. As long as he is safe, you’re more than content. 

The trial has been rescheduled for next week and your father has to be detained until then. You’ll try to visit him again once you’re discharged and together with that, you’d also find the strength to accompany him at his trial. 

Your mother was firm on staying and insisting that she’s fine when you tried to urge her to go home, but you can clearly tell how tired she is from the lack of sleep so you didn’t let her win. It’s already late in the night when she finally gave in. Your mother kisses your cheek one last time after the doctor assessed your condition. Jeongyeon would stick around for the evening in her stead. Poor girl cried so much the moment she saw you widely awake.

Once it’s only the two of you left, Jeongyeon helped you sit on a wheelchair and wheeled you next to the window before she left to grab some extra bottled water. You can’t stand properly yet because of the wound on your leg so a wheelchair is necessary if you want to be mobile. You’re starting to feel the back pain after lying down for so long, you need to move. The doctor was a bit apprehensive about allowing you to leave your bed, but gave in when you promised to stay inside the room. 

The moon, shining in all its glory, up in the dark sky looked so enticing, you had to take a closer look. The three days went by so fast and running through all that ensued leaves a sickening sensation down to your stomach. You shake your head, not wanting to relive the frightening memories.

Your attention goes back to the moon and one person comes to mind. 

It makes you selfishly wonder if he ever visited once or asked and worried about you as you bring your hand up to your neck. When you don’t feel the lifebuoy pendant, your heart skips a beat. You then looked down to your hand, your engagement ring is also not on your finger. You frown, growing upset. They could have removed it, but it should be back to you by now. You looked around the room, hoping to find your precious gems within reach. Just in time before you could wheel yourself around to search for them, you hear the door open.

“Hey Jeongyeon, have you seen my necklace and ring?” You ask to the void as you tilt your head back to the moon.

When you don’t hear any answer other than the sound of heavy breathing, you remove your gaze from the window to see who came in if it’s not your assistant. To your surprise it’s no other than,

“Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo didn’t keep count of the exact times, but he knows how long and how much he begged just to hear your voice call his name once again. He didn’t even have the chance to change from his sweatpants and sleeveless shirt when he received the call from Soonyoung (whom Jeongyeon told to). Honestly? He didn’t bother at all because he just wanted to be right here at this moment. 

To be with you. 

He takes slow steps as he calms his breathing. Meanwhile, you remained seated and let him come to you. You’d run to him just like you did back then, but your leg wouldn’t appreciate that. 

It felt like forever for Wonwoo to get to you. But when he finally drops on the floor and lightly rests his head on your lap, there’s no reason for him to complain anymore. 

Your tears fall again for the nth time tonight. You caress his wet locks, probably from the mixture of his shower and sweat. He cries too because you can feel it seeping against the pants you’re wearing. He wraps his arms around your lap, careful from crashing his weight. You, on the other hand, bend your head down to kiss the crown of his head.

Both of your hearts are shouting, finally. 

The beautiful moonlight shines on the two of you as you both silently settle down there for a moment, not giving a care in the world because this is just what you’ve been yearning for and you’re not allowing anyone nor anything to steal this away ever again.

Your long face doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo and he knows why you’re pulling it against him. But no, he is not falling for it. Instead he ignores your silent plea and continues tucking you back on the bed. You glance up at him and try to win him again with your attempt at puppy dog eyes and when he doesn’t, you give up.

“You know that this bed is too small to fit two bodies, Y/N,” he states the obvious and drags a chair to sit on. “I know you’re smart enough to see that.”

You huff and pull the covers closer to your chin. If it wasn’t for the wound on your shoulder, you’d turn your back against him. 

Wonwoo just rolls his eyes at your antics and holds your hand under the warm blanket. 

After your short reunion, Wonwoo decided to get you back to your bed because it was nearing one o’clock in the morning. You haven’t brought up what happened and it’s alright because you still have another chance to do so. Hopefully.

“I’m sorry, Wonwoo,” you whisper under your breath but his ears can hear your words. 

He nods and kisses the back of your hand. “I know, baby. It’s not your fault.”

Baby.

You never use pet names or terms of endearment and hearing him say it for the first time almost made you faint. It’s an exaggeration but you’re weak at the moment and anything that flusters your heart can potentially weaken your whole body. 

Wonwoo then brings something out from his pockets and your eyes brighten at the sight of the necklace he gave you. He chuckles when he sees your excited expression and stands up. His fingers tenderly graze the skin of your neck when he puts it back to where it rightfully belongs. 

“I thought I lost it,” you say, holding the pendant between your fingers.

He sits back down and what he mutters next makes you feel a twinge of guilt. 

“I thought I lost you.”

You sigh and coax him to you, grasping the hand enclosed to yours. “Come here.” 

This time you let him take the small space on your bed. You sit up as well so that you can reach his height. He helps you and once you’re comfortably situated, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest. 

Wonwoo smiles at your affection and lets his hand smooth against your hair. You have always been brave when it comes to touching him and he’ll never forget how you kissed him on the lips first. He’s so glad and relieved you’re finally awake. He doesn’t think he can go on for another day without you. And now that you’re holding each other like this, he wishes for this night to never end. 

“I’ll probably not inherit the throne,” you say against his shirt. “I don’t think your family would want you to marry an abolished monarch.”

Wonwoo’s hand drops and he breathes out a disappointed sigh. He is not having this conversation with you right now. Why must you ruin the moment? 

When you don’t feel his hand against you anymore, you look up and steal a kiss under his chin. However, that doesn’t suffice because he’s still upset and it’s evident on the frown adorning his handsome face.

“But I realized I love you, so if it means I have to beg all the way to their Majesties for your hand then—”

Wonwoo doesn’t let you continue and shuts you up with a searing kiss. He softly squeezes your cheeks with one of his hands, almost as if commanding you to pucker your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise but when he put his other hand at the side of your neck, you surrendered. 

It’s no secret that you and Wonwoo kiss. Oftentimes they’re just quick brushes, but sometimes they get a little bit more intense, deeper. You won’t get into detail though, because that’s a story to tell for some other time. 

For now, you eagerly meet Wonwoo’s passion as he lays you back down on the bed, of course with caution. He doesn’t fully drop his weight on top of you, one arm carrying his upper body while the other gingerly cupping one side of your face. 

His chest is firm and his shoulder broad as you grip your hands on them and continue kissing him. You should be asleep by now because you are still recovering. But Wonwoo is a doctor himself, right? So if he took the initiative to kiss you until sunrise, then it must be alright. 

Okay, maybe it’s wrong to mock his profession like that. But, you’re just grateful to kiss him like this again. Because the last time you shared one, tears were streaming down your face and you two were on the verge of breaking up. 

“I should really put you to sleep now,” Wonwoo whispers against your lips, breathless. 

You hold your laughter, still basking in his taste. When you open your eyes, Wonwoo is already hoisting himself back up. Your lips draw into a pout again and the cause of it just rolls his eyes.

“I promise there will be more, but for now rest, okay?” He pinches your cheek lightly and sits back on the chair. 

“You can take the couch,” you tell him.

“Sleep, Y/N.”

You no longer defy and close your eyes. 

You remember the first time he commanded you those words and looking back, they are all fond memories of your then developing relationship. There were many questions when you and Wonwoo got along so well and so fast. There were many doubts and insecurities. The two of you shared those in silence, which could have endangered your hearts. However, even though your relationship was shaken and tested, the two of you persevered. 

For you, Wonwoo persevered and words and actions are not enough to thank him. You couldn’t have overcome this without his support and patience. So from now on, against all odds, you’ll do exactly the same.