#non gender specifc wielder

[nutrig]

Boyfriend Dungeon

SunderxWielder

Mature.

bc there’s an Abhorrent Lack of BF Dungeon fan content.

Set 1 year after the game events. Game Spoilers.

It’s been a year since you last stepped your feet on the warm sand and felt the sun heat hover on your skin. Since you started at the dunj, you’d tackled your fears of change, intimacy and judgement. By the end of it, you might’ve dated the whole town. It was fun. Thrilling. And at times, terrifying.

And when you saw Sunder last, when you were still angry over it all, you said things that may have been true… but you still regretted saying them.

Now, here you are. Back at Verona Beach.

Jesse and Samantha are letting you sleep in their spare room. It’s no apartment like last year, but it was still comfortable. And walking distance to La Rosa.

“You’re still thinking about him?” Jesse asks you over morning coffee and eggs, after you asked him how the vampire was going. “Same old with him. You know he’ll never change.”

“I know,” you reply, a little more sadly than you intended to sound. “But it’s alright. I can handle myself.”

Jesse raises a brow at you, and then exchanges a glance with Samantha that you can’t quite pick.

“He didn’t try to contact you over the year, did he?” Jesse asks coolly as he spreads butter on toast, in an effort to sound casual.

You take the first piece of buttered toast, and pile eggs on top. “Once or twice. Asked how I was going. I told him well.”

“Righhhttt.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you sigh. “Trust me, I can handle Sunder.”

“Give them the benefit of the doubt, love. I’m sure they’ve got things handled,” Samatha says, smiling kindly at you. They exchange another look.

“Alright, alright,” Jesse says. “Whatever makes you happy, cuz.”

And with that debate settled, you get ready and head out.

You spend the day with Valeria and Leah, pouring over the mock-up designs for their new Roses of Venus sports fashion collaboration. They’d grown closer when you were gone. It felt a little bittersweet, but you expected they’d move on without you. You were only there for a summer.

Night comes, and you end up at the step in front of the club. Your legs took themselves there without telling your brain. It’ll be fine. You’ve been talking with him all year… on-and-off, anyway. You were past it. The… romantic side of things.

You walk to the familiar dance floor. The club hadn’t changed at all, as you expected. And when you spot Sunder dancing in the midst of the hustle and bustle, grinding on a woman dressed sluttier than even you, you can’t help crack a smile.

At least this was the same.

You wade through the crowd until you find yourself front-to-back with Sunder. You tap his shoulder, and he turns his head to your direction.

The grin he gives you sends a shot of electricity through your chest, and you can’t help mimic his expression. But words fail, and as you try to speak you notice not the bright reds and blues around you, nor the relaxed grinding of the party, but just him. Just the way his eyes gleam, and the poke of his fangs in his smile, and everything about him that caused you to fall in love in the first place.

And you don’t even care because Sunder is finally in front of you again, and that’s all that matters when you yank his head down and close the distance between you two.

His hands immediately wrap around your body as they had so many times last year. His hip grinds into yours and you laugh into his mouth.

He pulls away, just to speak. His arms are still around you, still terribly cool, but you could warm them. “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“You didn’t ask,” you retort. “Besides, that smile made it worth not telling you.”

“Is that so?” He smirks.

You nod, and kiss him again. And again. And then he’s carrying you to a private room and you’re squeezing his hips between your legs and you can already feel him hard and pressing against your jeans.

“Feeling extra sharp today?” You tease, quoting him from all those months ago.

He manages a breathy laugh, and lays you on a couch. “How’d you know?”

Before you can reply, he’s shifted into his Talwar form, and torn apart your pants and underwear. You hadn’t brought a change of clothes, but fuck, you couldn’t care less. Not when he shifts again and lowers his face and starts doing that with his tongue. Not when you can’t help crumbling into a mess of moans and pants, already so excited. You had been for a while, and he can tell when you wrap your legs around him and use them to push him down. (It’s not like he needed to breathe, anyway.)

His tongue circles around you, his hands knowing all those sensitive parts. His nails dig into the inside of your thighs because they’re soft and you know how he likes that and you practically mewl when he does it. And soon enough, your legs are shaking and your toes are curling and you cry out that you’re so close. Which only eggs him on.

He lets you ride your climax out right there and then, his face still entangled with your crotch, licking at everything he could. His fangs grow then and there, when your body is trembling, and lifts from between your legs when you settle once more.

And that’s all the warning he gives you before he tears his own clothes off, and positions himself at your opening.

You watch his face contort in pleasure as he pushes in. his arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you upwards as he thrusts in and out. He still remembers what makes you tick. He still does a divine job. After all, one year is nothing to a long-lived vampire. He wouldn’t forget that easily.

His smell, his lips, his everything overwhelms your senses. And when his teeth dig into your shoulder, and he starts to drink… the pleasure and pain swell and merge and you fall over the edge again… as does Sunder.

Ten minutes after, when you’re kissing the length of his blade, and then his lips, he smiles lazily.

“I missed this,” he whispers. “You.”

You know you’ll never get what you want. He’ll never keep you as his own, never let you keep him as yours. But that, too, doesn’t matter. Not right now.

“Me too,” you manage. And then you fall asleep.

Authors note: Sunder can own me any day of the week fr