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nochuvalencia · 4 years ago

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𝐁 𝐁 𝐇 𝐌 𝐌 - jjk

I was basically inspired by these ^^^ pics of jk bc wow hot hi

⚠️ ALSO QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be terrible but enjoy anyway. ⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: reader x crimeboss!jk

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: bitch you better have his money.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: ABSOLUTE SMUTTY FILTH heh angst too ig

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 11.9k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: long haired tatted jk, that’s it, that’s the warning, uh kinda sketchy plot hsjsjsj, WOW ANGST ASF at the beginning tho, dub!con towards the middle don’t hurt me, fuck or die ig, gunplay????? yeah????? jks BLATANT OVERUSE of pet names, dacryphillia, major-ish character death, describing the injuries on a dead body, jk has a sir kink ig??? um excessive over exaggerated choking bc jks hands yum, explicit seggs, rough jk, he’s kinda mean, dom!jk, sub!reader, oral m&f receiving (facefucking on both ends), coochie sniff if you squint, coochie slaps if u squint too, spanking, OVERSTIMULATION, unprotected seggs, degradation, he calls her a bitch once idk, other bad names, praise too ig, jk gives an ultimatum, SLIGHT aftercare, he kinda like switches from flirty to murderous like a bunch of times it’s kinda weird, jk has an impossibly huge shlong obv, contemplating death, super mature themes, reader is a BIG fucking crybaby, overuse of the word fuck, corruption kink at the end if u squint super hard, also DUB!CON in case you didn’t see it, at this point I should just write what it doesn’t have

“If you’re not out of my house in 3.4 seconds, I'm dragging you out by the testicles” you uttered, your alarmingly calm voice laced with raw brutality as hot tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your arm outstretched and pointed toward the blinding light of the hallway that contrasted with your dark bedroom. You said nothing more, with your eyes trained angrily at one of the four blank tan walls nearby, not possibly being able to bear speaking to or sparing a glance into the eyes of a cheating whore. The woman you had just caught him with scurried past you wearily, a terrified and confused glint in her eyes as she passed your frigid frame sans underwear, with her sparkly silver pumps dangling from her fingers and a wrinkly silver dress hanging limply from the clutches of her other hand. The man in question shuffled cautiously around the bed, clutching the exposed parts of his body and approaching you with extreme hesitation and outstretched hands, as if trying to calm the already blazing flames of your fury. He laid a cold, rough hand on your shoulder squeezing softly, a motion that once brought you comfort but only added the all consuming hatred that bubbled up inside you akin to ravenous bile filling up the pit of your belly. “Did you not hear what I said? Get out.” You spat, glossy eyes still pointed toward anything but him.

“____ please” he croaked, like the slimy frog he truly was, his voice dripping in false agony which only neared you closer to the brink of undoubtedly committing an act of extreme violence against that man. “Please baby it wasn’t-'' you blanked. He was about to make an excuse. A stupid, rediculous, horrible, completely false excuse which you had absolutely no patience to hear. So you snapped, harshly shrugging your shoulder and sending his arm flying back to his side. He stepped back, ceasing his incessant chatter as he stared at you, a surprised expression painting his “pained” features. He wasn’t accustomed to you acting like this, you were never one to raise your voice or act out in any sort of way so he stood there, eyes widened in dumbfounded silence and you took this chance, bending down, scooping up as much of his discarded clothing as you possibly could and throwing it in his face, your rage bubbling over into something much more carnal as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and leave!” He scrambled to catch as many clothes as he could and was taken aback by your abrupt outburst. He stood silent once again though this time, he was making the face he often made when forcing himself to cry. It was the face he made around his mother to get out of family responsibilities. The face he made around his friends when guilt tripping them into buying him drinks, and now he's using it for you. To guilt you into taking pity on his pathetic actions which merely was the catalyst for your unforgiving violence. In an instant you were behind him, heaving him out of the door with your bare hands, pushing with all your might, using the immense pain coursing through your limbs as motivation to drive his beefy frame further and further out of the bedroom, down the hallway, into the living room and closer to the door yelling “I said leave! Leave! Now!” Pushing harder and harder with every word you choked out. The tears began to flow faster, clouding and distorting your vision as your face contorted into an expression of pure anguish until finally, he was forced out of the open doorway and into the main hallway of your apartment building. You promptly slammed the door in his face and the only thought traveling though your mind was ‘thank god she left that door open’ because you wouldn’t have been able to force him through it otherwise.

You stood silently for a few seconds, back to the door, face still slick with tears as the cool wood on your back shook senselessly with every beat of his fist and muffled shout of his voice crying phrases like “____ open the fuking door!” , “this is my apartment too baby come on” and other variations of the sort. Your mind was empty while you remained there, letting the harsh reality sink in like the slowest molasses. You allowed that man, that pig, to take 10 years of your life. 10 years of your prime. 10 years that you'll never get back no matter how much you beg and plead for it. Come to think of it, you had shaped your entire life around him. His influence was there no matter how much you wished it wasn’t. His residue staining your life like the blackest ink of which you would never be able to rid yourself. At the surfacing of these thoughts, you’d finally broke down and cried, like ugly cried. Broken heaves and sobs escaped your throat until you felt like you were suffocating as you slid down the door, not caring if he heard your wails and whines of torment on the other side of the polished mahogany. You actually hoped he did hear, you wanted him to hear the anguish and grief he put you through. You wanted him to hear you cry out all of your attachment and love for him until there was none left, so he knows the tears flowing from your body hold all of the affection you harbor for him. All ten years of attraction flowing out in a gigantic tsunami of grief that can only end in a new start.

Your mind played through all the memories, and the small amount of good times you had with each other while you sobbed mercilessly, also coming to the realization that he never did anything for you. Ever since you were 14 you’d been changing everything about yourself for him, while he merely lived his life, dragging you along like a supportive little puppy and rewarding you with cheap token gifts and mediocre sex once in a blue moon.

He wanted to attend university in your hometown so you abandoned your dream school, which accepted you, to attend a closer college. He made the decision to study abroad, so you had to drop everything and move to Australia for him. He wanted to wait to have kids so you froze your fucking eggs for him. He got a great new job at a large company in Asia, so you dropped everything again and moved to South Korea. You learned Korean for him. You have the same friends as him. You even cut a few family members off because he was “uncomfy” around them. He wouldn’t even go down on you because it also made him ‘uncomfy’, which should’ve been a red flag from the start. You did all of this bullshit in the haze of love. The promise that he’d reciprocate all of it in affection and adoration, which he didn’t, and now you’re sitting in your living room bawling your brains out because you were too lovestruck to see the signs.

After sobbing hysterically for what seemed like hours, you’d sat limply in front of your door, slouching back onto it as if it were a plush armchair and staring blankly into space, your mind completely empty. Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted beyond belief, you leaned forward, groaning in anguish as your tired muscles cried out in distress after being immobile for more than four hours. Crawling over to the couch, you tiredly flung your nearly paralyzed body onto the soft cushions with a sigh, not even bothering to pull the fluffy throw blanket over your body as your entire frame began to steadily shut down. Before your eyes completely shut, you caught a glimpse of the clock perched on the wooden tv stand which read 11:11 and scoffing quietly as you thought to yourself, ‘I thought that was supposed to mean good luck’ and you gave in to the delicious expanse of slumber.

You were startled awake by the incessant pounding of your now ex-boyfriends fist on the door, again. For the past 4 days since you’d forced him out, he’d show up outside your door at the ass crack of dawn just banging on the door profusely, as if that would persuade you to open it an inch. He had a schedule, he’d come at 5am, before he went off to work, then at 12:30 on his lunch break, then again at 9:45 just to make you miserable before you went to bed. You’re actually surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the landlords yet. You tossed the blanket off of your sticky body, kicking and thrashing wildly due to the annoyance caused by that nuisance.

You cried more times than you can count during these last 4 days, especially during the times he would attempt to win you over with sappy shit like “baby, you’re my everything, you’re all i’ve ever wanted”, the lyrics to one of your favorite songs or, “you’re my forever ____, you can’t just throw 10 years away babe” to which you cried about for 3 hours after he’d said it, after realizing that he actually wasted 10 fucking years of your life. Anger bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the repetitive banging of his fist and at this point you had enough and came to the decision it was finally time to pack his shit. Stomping into the living room, you grabbed a necessary box of bags that sat on the coffee table in the center of the room, figuring you were ready to use it. With a final nod of your head, you marched into your shared bedroom and opened all of the cabinets and drawers that contained the plethora of his belongings and flinging them on the floor, grabbing the box of xl trash bags you’d snagged on your march in here and started tossing things in left and right, not caring about the brand name or the state of the fabric or anything for that matter. All you saw was red as your eyes welled up with tears for the first and probably not last time that day.

“I can’t do this” you sobbed out, voice hoarse as you fell to your knees, ignoring the rugburn that was soon to form on those areas as your shoulders shook with every harsh breath you took. You had been dreading this task. Dreading it only for its significance that once you packed all his things and tossed them out, your relationship would be truly over. You definitely didn’t want him back but this would be the first time you’ve been alone in 10+ years and you were not certain you were prepared for that let alone wanting it. Inhaling shakily, you sniffed, ridding your face of any moisture as you cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay from your anniversary that fell on the week prior and venturing back into the closet to resume your task. You weren’t much of a drinker but for this task, you’d need a bottle or two.

A few hours later, he’d finally went off to work and you sat in the doorway of the closet, drunkenly dressed in the wedding gown you were made to be wed in this summer still combing through all of his clothing and tossing them messily into a bag that laid open on the floor beside you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing softly at the satisfying burn that seared it’s way down your throat and rubbing at your puffy eyes with the knuckle of your index finger. The closet was mostly bare, except for a rack with some of his clothes and one rack of semi-expensive clothing his cheap ass reluctantly purchased for you and you glanced around, catching a glimpse of some ugly floral fabric in the corner of the small space. Getting on your hands and knees you reached a limp hand out, taking hold of the horrendous fabric and dragging it out with a groan, eyes wide at the surprising heft of the object in your hand.

It was a pillowcase. A pillowcase full of something brick shaped. You raised an eyebrow quizzically before reaching into the bag and pulling out a fat stack of cash. Taking a sharp intake of breath you paused, staring blankly at the wrapped wad in your hand and cocking your head to the side. You peeked over into the bag after a few minutes, eyes popping out of your skull as they feasted on more huge stacks of money. It was Korean currency but there had to be at least 250k USD worth in the entire sack. You furrowed your brows, tossing the money back into the pillowcase forcefully as a tornado of thoughts whirled in your mind. Had he been saving behind your back? Was he planning on getting rich then eventually hanging you out to dry for some younger girl? How long has he had all of this? Where the fuck did it all come from?

You looked back at the money then back at the corner you found it in, squinting as you spotted some more ugly purple fabric. Crawling behind the clothing earnestly, you managed to fish out 4 more pillowcases full of money. You stifled a laugh, having never been in the presence of so much currency, you guessed it had to be more than 1 million dollars. You smiled for the first time in 4 days, lips curling up into a wide joy filled expression as you dumped all of the money onto the rugged floor of the closet. With all of the alcohol coursing through your veins, (almost a whole bottle) you didn’t hesitate to grab the biggest tote bag you own and stuff as much money as it could hold inside. You figured it was the least he could do after cheating on you.

He deserved to pay, and you obviously deserved a raise.

It was a full on shopping spree. After throwing all of his shit into bags, you tossed them outside your door and left with as much money as you could carry before he could come back on his lunch break. You even came back to get some more money, just to go out and spend it again. To say you splurged would be an understatement, you spent almost half of the money on clothes, shoes, a hair and makeup appointment, a manicure, a new car, and you even paid rent for six months after taking his name off the lease.

So here you were, struggling up the stairs as quick as you could, due to the fact that it was 9:30 and you were trying to avoid seeing him at his 9:45 visit. Your feet screamed in agony in your new jimmy choo pumps, because you’d been on them all day, and you had at least six shopping bags hanging from each arm, all full with an assortment of gaudy items such as shoe boxes, makeup products, and clothing. You had finally reached the door after a while, smiling at the absence of his bags which meant he took them and swiftly unlocked the door, clamoring in and tiredly dropping the bags in your hands. With a sigh, you locked the door, running a hand through your freshly styled hair as you rid your face of the designer sunglasses that shielded it. Kicking off your shoes, you hummed gratifyingly at the pleasurable feeling of bare feet and shuffled over to your couch, plopping down on the end cushion groggily.

A soft buzz in your back pocket caught your attention as you carefully fished out the new phone you purchased and unlocked it with your perfectly manicured fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically as the texts rolled in, ‘i thought i blocked him’ you thought, preparing to do it a second time before a few texts caught your attention and you froze on the spot, chuckling heartlessly at his words.

+82 2 2263 5950 : whose car is in our parking spot?

+82 2 2263 5950 : did you already move on?

+82 2 2263 5950 : wow whore

You rolled your eyes, wondering where he attained the gaul to accuse you of a feat such as that. Calling you a whore as if that name isn’t suitable for himself. Even more so than you. You decided to text him back, feeding off of an unknown source of confidence as your fingers furiously tapped along the screen.

me : it’s my car asshole

me : bought it with the money u left me

me :thx baby <3

+82 2 2263 5950 : what money?

me : the money in the closet you didn’t bother telling me abt u dumb fuck

+82 2 2263 5950 : don’t use that money

me : why should i listen to you?

me : you aren’t my bf

+82 2 2263 5950 : no seriously ____ don’t use that money wtf is wrong with u

me : already did bye babe

You blocked him as quickly as you could, face burning with absolute anger as you tossed your phone on the cushion beside you. Who is he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do? You had come to the decision then and there that you wouldn't let him treat you like a child. He wasn’t your dad. Thanks to him you barely speak to your dad. The only thought going through your mind at the time was ‘fuck him.’ Before you could delve into your thoughts any further, it started. His incessant pounding on the door. Again. Although, this time it was much more frantic, desperate. He was much louder with his pathetic pleas and whines, crying out “please don’t use that money!”, “Listen to me god damn it!”, “___ open the fucking door now!” But you stood your ground, ignoring him once again as you did for the past few days.

Just to escape the racket of his wails of desperation, you retreated to your room, slipping on one of his expensive balenciaga sweatshirts you kept for yourself and climbing into the cool blankets, burying yourself under the plush fabric and folding your pillow over your ears. You knew this would be the longest night of your life..

And you were correct, It was the longest night of your life. He never truly got the memo that you would not be coming out to communicate with him so he finally left at around 1:30 in the morning. You had slept horribly, tossing and turning as the aftermath of his cries and pleads left a print on your mind and tormented you at all hours of the night, you didn’t manage to get any real sleep until around eight and woke up a mere five hours later in a state of confusion. It was well past noon and yet it was silent, you had woken up of your own volition, not because of some crazy man outside of your apartment screaming like a banshee. In due time, you had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up and gone about his day without banging on his ex-girlfriend's apartment door like an idiot at all hours of the day.

This theory was almost set in your mind until you heard a knock. Groaning violently, you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as you erased that theory from the whiteboard in your cortex. Fully prepared to ignore the person at the door, you rolled over to your side until another knock was heard. This wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. The knocks were way too soft, they lacked an element of urgency, desperation. They were simply just way too calm. So, you sat up, swinging your legs over and reluctantly standing up, before making your way into the living room to be greeted with another knock and a smooth male voice calling out. “Miss ___ ___?”

You glanced wearily though your peep hole to be met with a tall male, dressed in a blue and white uniform. “Looks like a cop. He called the fucking cops on me, shit.” you whispered to yourself, voice small as you held onto the door handle. Figuring it’d be worse to make him wait, you opened the door, being met with the warm, dimpled smile, of the decorated individual. “Yes, i”m ____” you respond, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt and looking everywhere but him, which probably seems more suspicious than anything but you were too riddled with anxiety to care. The officer clutched a navy blue manilla folder in his hand and opened it promptly in order to sift through its contents.

“Hi, i’m officer Kim.” he breathed out, calmly bowing and resuming his apparent spiel, “do you know this man?” he pondered, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he pulled a photo from his folder with calloused fingers and lifted it, spinning it around to face you. Your eyes widened slightly upon being shown a picture of your ex and you nodded hesitantly.

“He’s my ex boyfriend- well ex fiance I guess.” you responded, voice barely audible as your mind raced faster than the speed of sound. You asked yourself what he could’ve done that was bad enough for the police to show up at your door. Maybe you had been too harsh on him and he had gotten into one to many bar fights, maybe he robbed a bank at gunpoint, maybe he stole some old lady’s car and filled it with off brand mayonnaise before he returned it. All your questions- all your thoughts stopped as Officer Kim responded, running a tired hand through his hair.

“He passed, earlier today.” he paused, giving you time to digest things and you froze, staring at his face blankly as your mind processed what you had just been told and you hummed questioningly, your throat becoming tight with realization. “It happened around five this morning,” he paused again as you stood in complete silence. Sure you hated him but you’d never wish death upon another person, especially him. You hate him now but you were in love with him once too. You hate him now but, he was the closest person in your life. He was all of your firsts, your fiance, your best friend. You thought you wouldn’t be able to get all of that back because of the breakup but now you truly can never get any of it back, because he’s dead. Then, you started to cry, for the hundredth time this week but this one was different. You weren’t crying because you missed him, or wanted him to come back like all the other times, as horrible as it sounds. You were crying because you felt bad. Because of his short life that was ripped from him by the unforgiving hand of death. You weren’t crying because of him, you were crying for him. A hand on your shoulder interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face, glancing up at the culprit with glassy eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss...” he paused, giving you a few moments to breathe as he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, “but we have an idea of who did it, it would be helpful if you just came down to the station with me for some questioning.” he asked softly as the shaking sobs and whimpers that came from your body slowed to a halt and you nodded.

“Yeah, uh. Let me just go get dressed.” You muttered, smiling up at him softly and shuffling back to your room to prepare. The longest night of your life was about to turn into the longest day.

And you were correct again as you stood in front of your apartment door after the absolute, and I cannot stress this enough, longest day of your life. Your ex was murdered, brutally, and they made sure to go over all of the gory details with you while you were at the precinct, they even took you to see his body, which made you cry because it was mangled almost beyond recognition and you were horrified. Apparently, he had been tortured for hours, which explained all the bruises, gashes, and burn marks on his body, strangled, thus the huge ring shaped mark around his neck, and dumped into a river, which made his body all pruny and wrinkled. You had spent 10 long hours at the police precinct and it was now nearing midnight as you fished your keys from your pocket in order to unlock the door. Inserting your key, you jiggle it around in the lock for a minute before realizing it was already unlocked initially. Figuring you had left it unlocked accidentally in your depressed haze, you pushed your way into your apartment and locked it promptly, pressing your forehead into the cool wood of the door. You sighed softly, relaxing only for a minute as you absorbed your surroundings before freezing as you heard the rhythmic tapping of someone's foot.

“Long day huh?” the voice was deep, one you hadn’t heard before as you remained facing the door, your grip of the handle tightening until your knuckles turned white. He spoke again, “you must be ____.” he murmured softly, sending a terrified shudder down your spine. “I’ve been wanting to meet you but he said you were off limits. You know, he talks about you a lot-...” he stopped himself as if realizing something, “well talked, I mean.” the man mused, an ominous chuckle flowing from his mouth.

“Who are you?” you rasped, attempting to conceal any cowardice but blinking your eyes harshly as your voice broke. You vaguely hoped this was one of your ex’s friends coming to visit, at an odd hour of the night, sitting ominously in the dark of your apartment waiting for you to come home just to say hi but the chances of that actuality was very slim.

“None of your business” the man retorted, a smirk evident in his ominous tone. “Now, let’s get down to business little dove,” you furrowed your brows at the nickname. You had never been called a nickname, especially by a man who randomly just snuck into your apartment one night. Your ex only ever called you baby or babe so little dove was different for you. It seemed endearing in the worst type of way. “I want the rest of my money.” he paused, “I found half of it in a closet here, and he said you might know where the rest is.” he paused again, only this time a sound is heard, a metal rattling of some sort that ricochets off of the walls of the apartment like a stray jumping bean in a pill case. Then it hits you, he has a gun, and he just shook it as if he intends to use it. . “Don’t make me ask again sweetheart.” Your eyes widen and well up as your head falls down, knowing you're going to die today and you take a deep breath, telling yourself you’d be ready for whatever happens so you decide, if you’re gonna die, you should at least know the name of the man that’s gonna kill you so you scrape together every last drop of confidence you can muster and ask once more.

“I said, w-who are yo-” you choked out, in an attempt to hold onto the last shred of your dignity as you blinked back the tears threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. However, your small shred of confidence is promptly ripped from your grasp as the man cuts you off mid sentence, slamming his gun down onto a hard surface with a loud clatter. You jolt, crying out softly as the tears you’d been holding back with all your might fall onto the ground before you.

“I said none of your fucking business bitch where’s my fucking money.” he spat, his sinister tone draing a choked sob from your thoat as you realized, you wouldn’t be getting anything you wanted today. “Answer me” he said, alarmingly calm as the sound of him cocking his gun travels directly to your mind.

“I spent it” you muttered between your soft hiccups and stiffened slightly upon hearing a heavy footstep approach you, then another footstep, and another, and another until they cease, and you can feel the man's warm breath raising the hair on the back of your neck. All your readiness for whatever happens and willingness to die flies out of the window as you lean your head on the door once more, taking a shaky breath as you begin to plead, aware of how pathetic you sound and part of the reason why you have such a strong urge to cry harder. “Please don’t kill me” you whined desperately as you feel the cold metal of the gun barrel resting on your shoulder.

“Relax little dove” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear and sending a chill rushing through the entire expanse of your body. “Just find a way to pay me back and we’re even,” he continued calmly, his raspy voice reverberating in your eardrums as you think through what he just said carefully. You gasp and sniffle, shaking your head softly and lifting it slowly from the wooden door frame.

“I-” you stopped, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself as much as you could for his response then opened your mouth to continue. “I don’t have that kind of money” you whispered hesitantly, shutting your eyes tightly, allowing nothing to escape but the numerous tears that fell to the ground in anticipation of his actions. There was an eerie silence as he contemplated your words before he abruptly turned away, lifting the gun from your shoulder and holstering it in the waistband of his jeans, causing you to let out a wavering breath you’d been holding that entire time. His hand traveled back up, taking refuge on your left shoulder as the other hand made its way up your right arm, the warmth setting your skin aflame and sending a shockwave of warmth coursing through your body.

“There is another way you could pay me back.” his velvet voice rasped, stressing the word ‘another’ in a way that you immediately understood his insinuation and you took a sharp intake of air, bracing yourself for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his hands do the talking for him as he gripped your arms softly, using his hands to spin you around and face him. You whirled around, yelping in surprise but stopping when you were met with the most exquisite, carnivorous brown eyes you had ever seen in your life that were accompanied by full pink lips and a tousled bunch of fluffy black hair you just wanted to run your hands through. Even in the darkness of night, the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated the room enough for you to trail your eyes down his face and get a vivid idea of what he’d look like with illumination.

Yummy as fuck.

Your eyes began to wander down to his exposed collarbone and before they could travel any lower, his fingers roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze upward until you met his borderline cannibalistic gaze, which crushed you into nothing. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his lips turn upward slightly. “He was always bragging about you… saying,” he speaks, his sultry tone lulling you into a state of compliance as he spoke, “you’re such a good fuck,” he continues, placing his left hand gently on your waist and stepping even closer, if that’s possible, his soft breath hitting your face with every word as he speaks. “Your sweet little cunt is so tight” he glances down at your lips, running his thumb over your bottom lip “your mouth feels like heaven” he pauses again, running his hand down to hold the side of your neck softly to which you gasp “maybe i’d like a demonstration little dove.” he smiles, a twisted horrifying smile that snaps you out of his seductive trance and back to reality as your eyes widen and you pull yourself quickly out of his hold, running over to the couch and bracing yourself on it.

“No” you cry out, out of breath for some reason as you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise.” you plead, praying he wasn’t going to kill you on the spot and that he hadn’t noticed your blatant ogling. He probably did but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted him gone.

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he replied, emitting a dark chuckle “call me if you change your mind, my number’s in your phone” he opened the front door and you glanced back at him, noticing the way his all black attire contrasts with his tan skin, and most of all, you notice the full sleeve of tattoos that ran down his right arm. Heat crawled up to your face as you realized you were gawking again and you nodded in response, feeling unable to form the words to respond with. He only uttered the words “you have a week.” before the door slammed and you were left alone in the dark.

You ran your fingers along the side of your neck where the aftermath of his touch lingered like a searing residue. No one had ever touched you like that, especially your ex. He was the man that took your virginity and was the man there for every time after so you’d become accustomed to his textbook missionary vanilla sex that left you touch starved and unfinished every. single. time. But you’d finish yourself off each time, feeling bad because you thought he was trying his hardest and truly didn’t understand how to please women. But as time went on, you realized he didn’t care about your pleasure and too enveloped in his own release to ever worry about your needs, but were too deep in love with him to care.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone went off to signal a text and upon picking it up there were two text messages from an unknown number that sent a shiver down your spine which read.

+82 2 5284 8735 : don’t try to run

+82 2 5284 8735 : we’ll hunt you down little dove

“Can’t you just take the shit back?” You questioned frantically, clutching the phone by your head until your knuckles turned white, rolling your eyes tiredly when you got no response. “They hung up, great” you deadpanned, plopping onto the couch you had been pacing in front of. It has been 6 days since the man showed up and you were running out of time and hadn’t slept in two days, your mind running frantically with the thought of him coming back to see you nearly empty handed. Well, not exactly empty handed. You had managed to get 253k of the whopping +400k dollars you had spent of his money and after not being able to return the car, manicure, hair appointment, rent, and a bunch of clothes and shoes, you were manic. Some might even say a bit crazy. Many of the stores and the dealership knew you by name because of the amount of times you called them. You dropped your phone into your lap, burying your face in your hands and wishing someone was here to console you through this but the only person you knew even remotely enough to offer any consolation was your ex. You wish he was alive so you could punch that bitch in the face and ask him what kind of shit he got himself into because the man that paid you a visit was most definitely not from corporate.

You sat for a silent minute deliberating if you should text the mystery man and take him up on his offer. You had asked yourself, is it really worth your life? Were you really going to die because you didn’t want to sleep with the hot guy you stole money from? The answer at first was yes because you still had your pride intact then but now, you had been starting to second guess your confidence in getting all the money back. After all, the deadline is tomorrow. You still had your hesitations, the only man who has ever seen you in such a lewd nature was your ex. You didn’t know if you were ready for sex with another person, even if he was the hottest man you’d ever seen. But, against your better nature, you convinced yourself that your ex was gone and this was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner?

You grabbed your phone in earnest before anything inside you could convince you to stop and unlocked it, opening the messages for his number and typing out your text, hitting send before any sort of regret had the chance to sink in.

me : i’ll take your offer

me : this is ____ btw

You placed your phone down on the couch cushions beside you and chewed nervously on the not so fresh manicure that was still on your nails. To your surprise, his reply came in quickly and you frantically reached for your phone as the dings came rolling in.

+82 2 5284 8735 : i know who you are

+82 2 5284 8735 : i'll be there in 20

+82 2 5284 8735 : be ready sweetheart

Your heart thumped restlessly as you shot up from your seat shouting “twenty minutes?!” and you cried out nervously. You hadn’t even seen his face in good lighting and you didn't know his name so you’d basically be fucking a complete stranger which scared you enough as it is but the fact that that stranger held you at gunpoint merely a week prior is what scared you shitless.

In the limited time that he gave you, you decided to freshen up a bit so you hopped in the shower. Your first shower in a few days after your psychotic state worsened. Humming in bliss, you relished in the feeling of the scalding water flowing over your skin as you took your time washing , shaving, and singing, in an attempt to rid yourself of the horrendous nerves that overtook your senses. After reluctantly stepping out of the steamy oasis, you’d decided on a white lingerie set you had gotten yourself for christmas but never got to wear for anyone because your significant other was always “working” or too tired/busy to take the time of day for you. Pairing the set with a matching white silk robe and not bothering to wear any shoes because you’re in your own house, you slicked your lips in a thick coat of gloss and applied some mascara and eyeliner to your tired eyes just to spruce up a bit. You figured, if you put effort into your appearance, then maybe he’d spare your life after the sex. You stared at yourself in the mirror, tying your robe, smacking your glossed lips together and ogling your appearance before a soft knocking was heard from the living room. “He’s here” you told yourself with a deep shaky breath as you vacated the bathroom and slowly ventured toward the door.

You stood silently before the front door, contemplating whether this was a mistake or if it was too late to turn back. As much as you hated to admit, there was no logical solution to your problem that was in compliance with any standing laws. Heck, what you were doing was probably illegal in everywhere but Las Vegas so you had no other choice than to twist the handle, open the door and stare up at the most alluring man you had ever laid eyes on. You ran your eyes all over his body, studying him, his features, his gorgeous eyes, impeccable nose, plush lips, smooth hair, and strong arms that lead to a presumed strong chest hidden under his plain white tee. He noticed you blatantly checking him out to which he placed a finger on your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes met and making you watch as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. Oh how you wished that was your lip.

“You ready little dove?” he asked, his tone seductive and smooth like chocolate as he walked closer to you, closing the door behind him and backing you up until you stood patiently before the couch staring up at him, a wistful glint in your eyes as you nodded. He reached up, using a finger to push your robe off of your right shoulder and cocking his head quizzically. “All dressed up just for me?” he pondered, his eyes trained on the white lace peeking out from under the robe. You nodded, to which he gripped your chin roughly, furrowing his eyebrows at your response. “Use your words sweetheart” he warned, loosening his grip so you could speak in affirmation.

“Yes…” your voice trailed off, thinking of what to call him, as you still didn’t know his name, so you addressed him as you would any man you didn’t know, “yes, sir. I dressed up just for you” you concluded, your voice barely greater than a whisper as the corners of his lips turned up. He let out an animalistic growl at the name you gave for him, obviously satisfied and moved his hand from your chin to grip the back of your neck promptly.

“It’s Jungkook, but sir will do nicely” he basically growled before latching onto your lips with carnal aggressiveness. You whined heartily into his mouth as his tongue slipped deftly into yours and intertwined with yours, causing your mind to fall into a haze as he coiled his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush against his toned frame. You reached up with shaky hands, fumbling with his shirt, eager to get it off of him and gaze upon the expanse of his abdomen. His lips detached for a moment, giving you the chance to pull his shirt over his head, which he gladly obliged and lifted his hands over his head, swiftly resuming their positions when his shirt formed a pile on the floor beside you. You leaned back in, attempting to capture his lips in another phenomenal kiss but he pulled back, leaving you to chase him and whine when you ultimately lose, to which he laughs mischievously, taking his hands off of your body and toying with the silk tie on the front of your robe.

“How do you want it baby?” he pondered, the new nickname sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him quizzically, as if asking what he meant. He chuckled softly, tugging at the ribbon and opening your robe as he brought his hands up, carefully sliding it down your arms and bending down so his face was level with your collarbone. He placed a gentle kiss there, leaving fire in the wake of his lips as he spoke, his breath cooling the seared flesh, “would you like me to be gentle?” he asked leaving more hot kisses along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, drawing salacious sounds from your parted lips as he brought his hand up to rest at the base of your neck. “Or…” he paused, sliding his hand up and increasing the intensity of his grip on your throat, restricting the blood flow to your brain as your mind became hazy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Do you want me to be rough?” he continued, lifting his head to watch your face as he loosened his grip. “It’s your choice little dove.”

You were elated, ecstatic and a little disappointed when he loosened his grip on your neck. Your ex was always into sex that lindered toward the vanilla side, as mentioned before, so he would never think to try anything like choking, which always intrigued you just a little bit. You wished you would have experienced other styles of love before you met him but you didn't, and this was your chance to try them out now. Your fingers travelled up, lightly grazing over that hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Whining quietly you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it softly as your other hand came up and wrapped around Jungkook’s forearm.

“I wanna try it rough” you mumbled, eyes closing as you relished in the hazy feeling this restriction gave you which only heightened as he tightened his grip.

“Perfect.” he groaned out almost inaudibly as he pulled your face to his, colliding your lips in the roughest, most passion filled kiss you’d ever experienced. He devoured your mouth with gluttonous amusement, his grip on your airway never wavering for a moment as he tongued you down, his carnal need prevalent and present in the thick air of the room. You reached up, completing a task you’d been wanting to do for days, tangling your hand in the messy black mass that fell upon his head, and relishing in the soft feeling of his waves. Then he detached from your lips and moved away, forcing your hands to fall from his hair and onto his broad shoulders, which, while pleasurable to touch, didn’t even come close to frolicking your fingers through his locks. He moved his hand from your neck to your shoulder, to which you whined with a small pout, missing the new contact as he chuckled at your eagerness. He stared at your lips, before leaning down and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it voraciously before he spoke. “Do you want me to put this slutty little mouth of yours to use little dove?” he asked, pulling back as if waiting for an answer, to which you obliged.

“Yes sir” You answered quite honestly in fact, as you felt all your hesitation and weariness about this task slip away. “Please put my mouth to use.” you pleaded, staring up at him, a wanton expression on your soft features.

“You’re so good for me .” he whispered, his soft breath fanning your face as you nodded in agreement, “such an obedient little dove, hmm?” he asked, to which you nodded once again, a bit more frantically this time as you awaited his cue. He used the hand on your shoulder to abruptly push you down with a small yelp so you were seated on the black leather couch behind you, the colder leather contrasting the burning lust in your entire body as you looked up at him. “Get to work slut.” Your eyes widened at the name. Maybe it was supposed to be an insult or he just liked calling you that but you couldn’t help the gargantuan wave of slick that coated your panties at the moment.

You looked down, a bit above eye level with his crotch as you reached up to palm him through his faded blue jeans. His scent was tantalizing, musky, and you couldn't get enough as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lips slightly parted as you gazed in awe. He gave you a warning glance, as if scolding you for teasing him for this long and you unzipped his pants. He held out his hand, as if to stop you before reaching behind his pants and pulling his gun from the back of his jeans. Your eyes widened, gaze now trained on the firearm in his hand, a horrified expression on your face as you ceased all actions. Which he noticed, peering down at you, a horrifying smile etched on his godlike features as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Relax darling, I won’t kill you,” he purred, reaching down and weaving the fingers of his free hand into the roots of your hair, grabbing and pulling back roughly so you have no other choice but to meet his dark eyes. “We’re only just getting started.” he lowered the gun, pressing the muzzle into the underside of your jaw, the cold metal like ice against your scalding skin. However, you felt no need to cry, felt no need to fear for your life even as this gun was pressed to your neck, aimed to kill, because you knew he wouldn’t do it. Through the dark facade and ominous gaze in his eyes there was something else that made you trust his inability to kill you. You realized you were enjoying the thrill, the excitement of putting your life in his hands. So, you did what any crazy bitch would do in this situation, you breathed out deeply, relaxing your shoulders and slouching yourself down to push your neck further onto the tip of the gun with a mischievous smile. Jungkook stared down at you in awe, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek and taking his gun off of your neck before tossing it over to the end of the couch behind you.

Resuming your actions with a shaky breath, you tugged his pants down until they fell to his ankles and placed your hands on the sides of his underwear clad hips. You might’ve been inexperienced in his style of fucking but you sure knew how to give a good blowjob, so you got to work, placing open mouthed kisses to his clothed appendage. You looked up at him once more seeing the lust clouded haze that filled his deep brown eyes. After a bit of teasing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in a seductively slow manner as you allowed his needy cock to spring free, and you stared up at it with a gasp.

It was huge.

You didn’t really know what qualifies as huge because the only dick you’ve ever had was around 6 inches on a good day but this alluring appendage swinging before your face had to be at least 9 inches long and you wondered how the fuck you were going to fit it all in your mouth let alone your pussy, which was already aching for it. Your mouth involuntarily opened wider in anticipation of his delicious dick inside and you grabbed the base, with two hands, drawing a hiss from the man that stood over you as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of the clothing that pooled around his feet. You licked teasingly up the sides of his dick, stopping at the tip to swirl your tongue around it, and catching some salty precum when you did. You glanced up at him and he looked absolutely furious in the best sort of way. Frustrated to the max as you teased him mercilessly, only spending meere fleeting moments at the spots which needed the most attention.

Then he snapped, taking you by surprise and using his hand that was still tangled in your hair to hold you still while he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried to gasp but it merely came out as a small strangled whimper that was cut off as his length reached that back of your throat. You moved your hands to the sides of his hips once again, bracing yourself as he slowly pulled his member out of your mouth, most likely winding up for another thrust. He propelled his hips forward once again, stuffing not nearly all of his cock into your mouth, as his tip grazed the back of your throat. The feeling of him completely filling your mouth had you livid, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned, the vibrations reverberating onto his appendage which drew a salacious moan from his plush parted pink lips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” he moaned out, then he started to fuck your face, tears pooling in your eyes while his dick basically hit the back of your throat with every harsh stroke of his hips as he gripped on your hair tighter. After one particularly hard thrust, he held his length down your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you gagged around him. He took his cock out of your mouth, to which you gasped, swallowing the spit that pooled in your mouth with an aroused groan.

“Tastes so good.” you mumbled, not possibly being able to get enough as he shoved his cock back into your mouth and fucked your throat relentlessly. The tension building in you was too much to bear and your need to cum only heightened as his actions resumed. You arched your back slightly, pushing your clothed clit into the black leather cushions of the couch as you gyrated into it slowly, praying he wouldn’t notice and would be too invested in fucking your throat to realize.

You were wrong. He noticed immediately.

He halted all movements, taking his cock from your throat and grabbing your neck harshly, to which you gasped, whimpering as he pulled you up to stand in front of him, cock slapping the front of your body as you stared at his face in anticipation of his actions. You could imagine what you looked like right now swollen glossy lips, and tear stains running down your face because you didn’t bother to wear your waterproof mascara. You never needed it any other time so you figured why would you need it now. Oh how wrong you were.

“Dirty little dove, trying to get off on the couch because you want me that bad?” he rasped, nearing closer to your face with each word and you nodded frantically, basically begging him to do something, anything. “Words” he barked, drawing a cry from your lips as you thought of what to say.

“I want your cock, please sir.” you begged, before he groaned hungrily and captured your lips in a ravenous kiss, taking you by surprise. No one had ever kissed you after they’d fucked your throat before so why would he do it. You didn’t dwell on that thought for too long before melting into his touch and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkook took his free hand, trailing it around your body to unclasp the back of your bra, your eyes going wide at the skillful ease of his fingers. He snatched the white lace clothing off of your frame, tossing it to the other side of the room and reaching back up to cup one of your soft breasts in his hand, flicking the nipple with his index finger and making you sigh satisfactorily into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking you with him as he lowered both of you back onto the couch, settling himself between your newly opened legs and never breaking the kiss. He unlatched his hand from your neck, trailing it down your body as the other hand continued to knead your breast skillfully. His burning touch slowly ventured further and further down your abdomen until he reached the band of your panties and abruptly tore the thin while lace from your body to your dismay and discarding it on the floor beside him. You whined sadly, as those had been your favorite pair of underwear but barely had any sort of time to grieve as you felt two rough fingers dip into the wetness of your slit, trailing them up and stopping right over the spot you needed him to be at, pulling a moan from your still swollen lips.

He began kissing a trail down your body, stopping for a mere moment to suck on the pert bud of your free breast before resuming his path of destruction. He moved his hands to settle on the inner sides of your thighs, spreading them apart and sighing as he got a glimpse of the treasure between them. Your eyes widened upon realizing his destination as you scooched away, holding a handful of his tousled black hair in an attempt to grab his attention.

“I-…” you paused, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking of how to word your statement. “i’ve never asked anyone to do that for me before, so y- you don’t have to do it.” you stuttered wearily as the nerves set in. No one’s face had ever been remotely close to your womanhood and the thought of it sent a chill down your spine as you released his hair from your grasp. You wondered what it would even be like. He glanced up at you, eyes dilated as he chuckled, a dark chuckle that made you shiver as he tightened his grip on your thighs, yanking you closer to his face and taking a deep drag of your scent once you were close enough.

“Oh baby I want to” he basically moaned out, licking his lips and glancing down at your glistening slit, the corners of his lips turning up in a hungry smile. You raised an eyebrow, asking yourself ‘why the fuck would he want to do that?’, and ‘isn’t this for my pleasure?’, but all your concerns were answered once he spoke again. “I can’t wait to make you writhe on my tongue little dove” he muttered, causing your cheeks to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he talked into your soaking entrance. “... make you beg and cry without even using my cock.” he continued, releasing your left thigh from his grip as he placed a hand on your pubic mound, lowering his thumb and slowly beginning to circle your clit eliciting a loud wail from you. “You think, if I had the power to turn you into a messy little whore all for me just by using my mouth, I wouldn’t use it at any chance I could?” He asked and you whined, nodding as your hips stuttered up in desperate need of more friction. “It’s all about power baby, and I have it all here” he groaned, watching you clench pathetic around nothing.

Then, he finally gave you what you wanted. His hand resumed its grip on your thigh, forcing it away from the other as his thumb was swiftly replaced by his warm tongue licking up and down your wet sex. You moaned, placing your shaky hands on the mounds of your chest, toying with your nipples just to add to the pleasurable sensations he was creating with his tongue. This feeling was unlike any ecstasy you had ever felt and you never wanted it to stop. His tongue slipped deftly into your soaked entrance twisting and turning skillfully as you keened loudly. His warm wet appendage swirling around your wet cavern was the best feeling in the entire world and you knew if he continued ravaging you at this pace, you’d cum in no time. But, you needed this release. You needed to let go of all this pent up sexual frustration you didn’t even know you harbored. You needed to experience your first orgasm in months, if not years, that wasn’t self inflicted and you hoped and prayed with all your heart that it would come soon.

He switched his focus,, moving his tongue up to play with your aching clit and slipping two fingers into your formerly empty hole with a deep groan that reverberated through your core like a powerful vibrator which only intensified your moans and cries of pleasure. You looked down on yourself to see the delicious sight of him devouring your cunt ruthlessly, the sight alone almost tipping you over the edge as you brought your hands up, covering your eyes while you neared completion.

“Jungkook you’re gonna make me cum.” you called out, an exasperated cry leaving your lips when your impending orgasm was painfully ripped away from you as all his motion stopped. You uncovered your eyes, about to stare down when your body jolted, a harsh sting being felt directly on your clit, sending a wave of warmth barreling through your entire body. Then you understood, he slapped you, and you peered down at him, your eyes glassy due to the orgasm that was ripped from your grasp.

“Who? said you can cum.” he deadpanned menacingly, staring up at you through hooded eyes as you leaned your head back tiredly, realizing the error in your words and prepared to beg, just like he said you would.

“Sir” you cried, holding your arms limply over your head as you continued to plead. “Sir please, please make me cum.” you begged mercilessly, a tear of relief sliding down your cheek as he resumed his assault on your core, attacking at a steady pace and retrieving the all too familiar knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. You reached up, grabbing the edge of the couch with an iron grip, your knuckles turning white as your hips began circling on his face, your clit rubbing against his tongue with every movement and venturing you closer to your sweet release.”Please don’t stop sir, oh my god” you whined loudly, fucking his face relentlessly as you chased your high, nearing it more and more with each thrust of your hips until he finally pushed you off the brink of ecstasy, a scream leaving your lips as Jungkook continued his unrelenting attack on your pained pussy.

You rode out your high, writhing and panting before him, his pace never faltering, his fingers never slowing, his tongue never relenting and it soon became too much. The euphoric delirium quickly turned into madness as you barreled down the path into overstimulation. You wailed pathetically, thrashing under his hold as the pleasurable pain consumed your body and you could barely form a coherent sentence but you persevered, scraping all the coherent thoughts you could muster and turning them into tangible words that sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken. “Sir please, it's too much!” you cried to which Jungkook finally let up, slowing his pace to a halt and sitting back.

“Oh my god that was so fucking hot” he growled before sucking on his glossy fingers and cleaning around his mouth with his skilled tongue as he gazed amusedly upon your exhausted body. But he was nowhere near done with you. This fact made apparent when he stood and wrapped an arm around your hip, lifting your limp body and turning you over with ease, positioning you so your face was pressed into the now warm couch cushion and your ass was raised high into the air before him. His eyes rolled at the view of your swollen cunt bent over for him and he gave it a light smack, eliciting a pained, but tired yelp from you as he chuckled muttering “you’re going to drive me crazy little dove.” under his breath.

He crouched down, coming face to lips with your abused cunt as he wrapped his arms around your bent bottom, lacing his fingers together as they rested at the arch of your back and dragging his nose up the tortured path of your slit, drawing whines and cries of overstimulation from your wiggling frame as you tried to get away from the punishing menace that was his face. “No, please. I can't take anymore, it's too much.” You whimpered, your voice muffled as you leaned your face into the couch tiredly to which he obliged, reluctantly, as he stood, grabbing his neglected dick in hand and pointing it toward your pink entrance.

“I can’t wait to stretch your pretty little pussy ____.” he purred and you moaned at the sound of your name slipping off of his tongue like the creamiest butter. He dragged his tip along your swollen clit, abusing it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day as he covered his girth in your slick, a guttural groan emitting from the back of his throat. Then, abruptly, he sunk into your slippery cavern, barely all the way in but you’d never felt so full in your entire life as he pushed forward slowly, filling you up and providing you with the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you whined, a desperate whine that you could barely register was your own voice as he pushed his length completely inside of you, his head falling back and your name, rolling off of his tongue once again.

After barely giving you time to adjust to his alarming size, he reeled his hips back before slamming into you again, and again, and again, over and over again until he was fucking you at an unrelenting speed you barely knew was possible to achieve. Suffering from the overwhelming pleasure he forced you to endure, you shut your eyes tight, crying out in strangled indulgence as you grasped onto the fluffy throw blanket strewn lazily over the couch in front of you. You relished in the sting of his girth, staring ahead blankly with glassy eyes as he rammed into you with a punishing speed and black mascara filled tears streamed down your cheeks.

You knew you were about to cum soon, again, only due to the all too familiar feeling accumulating in the pit of your belly. Jungkook reached down, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and pressing your chest further into the couch while he drilled into you, moaning and cursing at the feeling of you flexing deliciously around his cock. He felt you were close, so he moved his hand, snaking it around your waist and trailing his other hand to assume its position around your neck, hoisting you up so your back was arched against his abdomen and you had no choice but to stare up at him as he talked down on you, never slowing the snapping of his hips for a wavering moment.

“You’ve never been fucked this good have you?” he teased through clenched teeth as he leaned down, sucking and marking all over the expanse of your neck with grunts and growls of pleasure. You were way too fucked out to even think about the words to form a coherent sentence, barely being able to form whimpered versions of ‘mhm’ after he questioned you but he was having none of that. He unraveled his hand from your waist, tightening his grip on your throat and landing a hard slap to your left asscheek, drawing a shrill shriek from the depths of your throat as he warned in your ear. “Words little dove” he slapped you again, “how many times do I have to fucking warn you.” he concluded, landing another harsh smack to your abused flesh as you whimpered.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I’m such a slut for you sir.” You sobbed out, “please let me cum, please fuck” you whined, drawing out your words and you reached back, tangling both hands in his unruly mop of hair as he split you open, moaning directly in your ear which in itself, was a thing that could make you cum on the spot.

“Cum then.” He said obviously, as if it was the most simple response, only it was this simple command that shoved you off the precipice of ecstasy for a second time. The feeling that bloomed deep in your stomach soon blossomed into a full blown orgasm that racked through your body quickly, leaving nothing but white hot pleasure in its wake as your legs trembled viciously, with one last loud cry of Jungkook’s name. But, he still did not falter, his pace quickening as he neared his own climax, the speed both too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You reached back, attempting to push him and escape the all consuming pleasure torturing your body like a blazing fire but your hands were caught quickly by Jungkook’s hands which crossed them tightly and held them behind your back, resuming his attack.

You shook your head, letting it hang as your tears fell freely onto the couch before you, his moans and groans of ecstasy increasing in volume and frequency as he neared his own climax, his hips faltering in their pace for the first time in a while as he worked to his own release. In what seemed like an instant, he released the most beautiful, salacious, strangled moan you had ever heard, pulling himself out of your soaked cunt, and painting the surface of your ass with his white hot ropes of cum. He finally let you go after a moment, watching as you fell limply to the couch, laying face down, panting exhaustively, your arms still crossed limply behind your back as he smirked down at your fucked out frame. He left you alone for just a bit, coming back but a few moments later before you felt the sore skin of your asscheeks being wiped off with what felt like a warm hand towel. You were relieved he had the respect to clean his mess, it made you respect him just a little bit more as a person but you were way too tired to dwell on the subject any longer.

“You did so good for me little dove” he cooed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it as he placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lower back, caressing his hand up the side of your body. A simple touch that lacked any sort of sexual aspects, it felt comforting and you sighed, leaning further into the soft couch as you heard him begin to put his clothing on. You felt a pang of distress, seeing as you were more of a fuck and cuddle kind of girl, but you really hadn’t expected him to stay so why’d you feel the need to ask him to. Pushing the feeling deep inside your gut, you sighed deeply as he walked in front of you to bend forward and grab his gun that laid discarded on the opposite side of your couch, also grabbing the throw blanket beside it and tossing it over your naked frame before thinking about something. “So,” he started, tucking his gun in the back of his pants and humming, “I’m thinking that was worth about, hmm 50k” he started. You vaguely understood what he was saying and knew you’d flip out once you were conscious enough to truly comprehend his words. “I’ll keep in touch.” He said, pulling his shirt down and smiling deviously at you as you uttered a hoarse ‘huh?’ To which he answered simply, “if I wanna come collect some more money” and he spun on his heels, opening your door and sauntering out of the threshold.

When he got into the hallway, Jungkook burst into a wide smile, satisfied with the encounter he made today. He entered this agreement fully prepared to either fuck you once and take the money you’d earned back or just fuck you and kill you, but once he’d had a taste, he was insatiable. You were flawless, your compliance was impeccable. The way you obeyed him, begged for him, the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way you looked. There was no way he could ever get enough and is probably the reason he kept overstimulating you like a frat boy with a bruised ego. There was no way he was gonna just let go of an absolute gem like you, so he made his excuse, a plan. Everytime you fuck him, you pay back a portion of the money. He was so tempted to tell you this session was only worth $100 just as an excuse to come back over and over and over until he had his fill, but he kept his composure, giving you hope that you’d ever be free of his grasp. Jungkook for once was extremely ecstatic, elated, excited to ruin you even more than he already had and he was dead set on making you want him just as much as he craved you no matter what it took. Though he was pretty sure you already did.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Crybaby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (College AU)

Warnings: smut, ass fingering, orgasm denial, humiliation, lots of talks about panties.

Summary: You catch Bucky trying to steal your panties on laundry day.

A/N: this is partly @buckycuddlebuddy ‘s fault tbh. Enjoy some desperate, horny Bucky. Minors DNI.

The timer on the dryer unit you’d occupied went off, signaling that your weekly load of laundry was dry and ready. Bucky cast a nervous glance around the eerily empty room, fingers twitching in the front pocket of his hoodie.

He knew it was wrong, but his laundry was done too (just a coincidence, really, not like he’d wake up at 3 am on a Monday because he knew you did your washing around that time), and you weren’t there yet. You usually retrieved your load in the morning anyways.

Just a peek, he reasoned. Out of curiosity. You wouldn’t even realize they were missing, and if you did you’d chalk it up to the washing machine eating your clothes.

You’d show up to class on Tuesday and sit next to him while he’d be wearing your pretty lace panties and you’d be none the wiser.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

He dug in your laundry, sifting through mascara stained washcloths and an endless amount of oversized t-shirts, until he found what he’d been looking for.

Small, so tiny in fact that he wondered how your lips could fit in them. He groaned -the idea of your pussy hanging out of the material made his cock twitch, and brought the panties to his face, rubbing his nose all over the lace. He’d fantasized of burying his face between your legs all semester long, and this seemed close enough, the closest he could get to you anyways.

They seemed stretchy, and he hoped he could manage to stuff himself inside them.

“Didn’t peg you for a panty sniffer, Barnes.”

The world stilled around him, the ring in his ears so loud that he wondered if you could hear it too.

He was so engrossed in his creeping, that he hadn’t heard the door open and click shut, nor your steps as you walked behind him, or the slight groan that the washing machine behind him emitted when you settled on it, swinging your legs.

Slowly, he turned around, your lace panties still tightly clutched to his chest.

You almost chuckled at the sight of his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Almost.

“That- it’s not- not how it looks like- I-”

“What, you were gonna fold my laundry for me? How considerate,” you sneered, but the look on your face was far from disgust.

Derision, sure, but not disgust. The mischievous interest in your eyes sent chills down his spine, not necessarily the good kind.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, anticipating whatever consequence his actions would have.

“You do this often?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, naked legs still swinging over the washing machine.

Bucky couldn’t find the words, and honestly the gall, to speak, so he just shook his head vehemently, shuffling on his feet.

“Hm, you like sniffing ‘em?”

He remained unmoving, too humiliated to do anything.

“Oh, I got it,” you beamed, pointing a finger at him and squinting your eyes, “You like touching yourself with pretty panties, hm? Like using them to fuck your dick, and cum all over ‘em?”

He wanted to answer, tell you to fuck off and sprint away to hide in his dorm for the rest of his life, but honestly he deserved this and so much worse. He almost considered dropping out of college entirely, but that glint in your eyes kept him anchored to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on his white sneakers, “I-, I promise, I never done it before, I don’t know why-, look I won’t do it again, I swear,” he pleaded, tears pooling in his crystal eyes and threatening to stream down his face.

You cooed, honest to God coeed, a mocking pout on your lips.

You should have left, and reported him, but those pretty tears of his, the tremble in his voice, the stuttered pleas, only served to spur you on, a familiar warmth building up in your core.

“I bet if word got out of this, no one would want to hang around the resident creep anymore. Good luck getting girls then. Although, well, I don’t think you get too many under normal circumstances, do you?” you snorted, “That would be embarrassing, hm? Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He found himself shaking his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat to avoid giving you any more reason to mock him.

“It’s your lucky day then, because I have no intention to tell anyone,” you announced, stepping down to lean against the machine, arms crossed over your stomach.

“You- you don’t?” he wondered.

The notion should have elated him, but he felt himself growing more uneasy and confused with the smirk on your face.

“Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Cross my heart,” you laughed, making a show of placing a hand on your chest.

He eyed you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Barnes? I wouldn’t enjoy bullying you if I’m not the only one doing it,” you chirped, “That doesn’t mean that my forgiveness should come for free, tho.”

His breath hitched, and you followed his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down his throat.

You could feel the control in your grasp, panties getting wetter with each one of his tears.

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, and you almost wished he’d fall on his knees and beg.

“Anything you say, huh?” you paused, “Strip,” you commanded, leaning back against the washing machine.

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up in confusion, then disbelief, finally embarrassment. “Wh- what? But, but what if someone sees, I-”

“Then you better hurry.”

“But I-”

“You fuckin’ heard me the first time.”

He was startled into action, hands hastily pulling at his hoodie and jeans until he was standing in nothing but socks and underwear.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

He gulped visibly, and hesitated before hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

He blushed harder, ducking his head.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, and the mouthwatering sight of it had you reconsidering Bucky Barnes and all your life choices during this semester.

He was glistening in pre cum, painfully hard and veiny, and definitely thick enough that fitting it inside your cunt would be hard work on both parts. You imagined taking him in your mouth, how you would definitely choke around his girth, and your jaw would be sore for days.

Not today, though. Bad boys did not get that kind of privilege.

You bit your lips, and Bucky fought the impulse to squirm under your intense gaze.

“Something wrong?” he rasped out, praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in case you found him too small, too crooked, too hairy.

You snorted, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Yeah, babe, the fact that I haven’t seen you naked before. You been hiding all this,” you eyed his crotch suggestively, “from me all this time?”

“T- thanks,” he stuttered, offering you a small smile, eyes trained on the ground. He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered when you called him an endearing term, reminding himself that this was all a game to you, a game that he was more than willing to play if it ended up with his cock buried deep inside you.

You sighed then, pondering your thoughts. He was not your usual type, but he was cute in a nerdy way, shy and quiet, and he was packing more than any other man you’d had before.

Plus, this was way too entertaining for you to pass up.

“Wear ‘em.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at the command, but this time he did not hesitate to follow your instructions, a bit too eager as he slid the panties up his thighs.

The shutter of your phone’s camera brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw you take pictures of him. He trusted you wouldn’t spread them around, but the thrill of danger had him leak more pre cum, wetting a patch on the lace.

“So that’s your deal? You like wearing panties? Didn’t even try to act like you didn’t want to,” you snickered, “What a whore.”

The situation couldn’t get more humiliating, and he couldn’t get more desperate for you.

“Be a good boy, Bucky. Fold the laundry for me, since that’s clearly what you meant to do,” you laughed scornfully, nodding to the basket at your feet.

He walked to you slowly, bending over to pick it up, and yelped when you slapped his ass harshly, the sound bouncing off the walls and shooting straight to his aching cock.

“Cute. Now go, you got something to do and I don’t have all night.”

He sighed, and got to work, unloading each item from the dryer, and folding it neatly.

You eyed the lines of his back, the round globes of his ass, the string of your thong dipping between his cheeks. You almost lost yourself imagining how pretty he would look all scratched and marked before you furrowed your brows, observing the way he folded on of your nicer shirts that you wore on interviews and internships.

“Can’t even fold laundry, look at you,” you tsked, shaking your head, “Try that again, I don’t want to spend more than necessary ironing it.”

He obeyed, without any protest, smoothing the creases he’d created, and continuing with your load, until the dryer was empty and you were satisfied.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praised, beckoning him over.

He got closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He looked so pretty like that, all teary and obedient.

You wanted to make him yours and ruin him for everybody else.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert, you know that? A creep and a pervert.”

You saw the way his cock twitched behind your lace at the words, and almost doubled over in laughter.

The night couldn’t get any better.

“Fuck, you really are a pervert. This what you get off to? You imagine me calling you names, degrading you like the bitch you are? You want to be humiliated, don’t you?”

A desperate, pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he felt his knees growing weak with need. He was naked in a public space where everyone could see him, being belittled and humiliated by the girl he’d been pining over, and he was hard as a rock, getting off every word that spilled out of your mouth.

“Well,” you purred, fisting the hair at the back of his neck and tugging harshly, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” he whimpered, chest heaving, “I want you, I’m your slut, I-, you can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned then, intoxicated by his burning desire.

“Good boy,” you hummed, releasing his hair to stroke his cheekbone, smiling at the way he leaned his head against your palm, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Remember you can tell me to stop or slow down whenever you want, and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” you added more serious, observing his face for any trace of anything but enthusiasm.

When you found none, and he nodded feverishly, you let your hand fall from his cheek to his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his lean muscle.

“Can- can you kiss me, please?” he asked, and he begged so prettily that you could do nothing but humor him, crashing your lips against his.

It was messy, rough. He was sloppy, and from the way he moved against you, you guessed he didn’t have too much experience.

Better, you reasoned. You’d teach him all he needed to know to please you, and you only.

You bit on his bottom lip, and Bucky yelped in surprise, parting his lips.

He tasted like mint on your tongue, and you sighed in content, letting your hands travel down his sides, barely grazing his skin, scratching the hair on his belly.

He shuddered under your touch, goosebumps erupting in your wake.

When you reached his lower stomach, you felt him tense, his breathing getting harder, his tongue more insistent.

He was drooling and crying, you realized, as he snapped his hips against your leg, humping you like a dog.

You broke away from the kiss, catching your breath.

“Look at you, you gettin’ real worked up and I barely even touched you. What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?” you chuckled, playing with the little bow on the front of your panties.

You’d expected him to laugh, or deny, but he just stood there awkwardly, avoiding your gaze,

“I’m not,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Then why are you acting like one?” you prodded, but didn’t wait for him to answer, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.

His hesitant hands groped your breasts, finally gaining the confidence to do more than linger awkwardly on your hips. He twirled your stiff nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them, movements getting more frenzied the closer he got to his release.

He crouched awkwardly to be at your chest level while still pressing his hips onto you, and tugged your loose tank top down, moaning at the sight of your tits.

“Go on baby, suck on my tits.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement to assault your nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them, and suckling. You wondered if he’d ever even touched a pair of boobs before, but his ministrations were working either way, making your walls clamp down on nothing.

You finally grasped him in your hand, his cock heavy and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him lazily, spurred on by his little whimpers.

His whole body quivered when you ran your thumb over his slit, and you marvelled at his sensitivity.

“You like it when I touch you like this, baby?” you moaned in his ear, “I bet you do, I bet you could cum already just from this. Just a handjob, like the pathetic little boy you are, hm?”

He released your tits with a wet pop, and rose to full height again, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, yes, please,” he sobbed, “please, princess, more.”

You complied, doubling your efforts. He inhaled sharply when you added your other hand and began twisting both your wrists in opposite directions.

“You want your princess to suck your dick, baby? Want me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth?”

He nodded against you, grinding his hard cock against your hand, desperate to chase his release.

“Or maybe you want your princess’ pretty pussy? You want to fill me with your fat cock and stuff me full of your filthy cum, don’t you?”

He began blabbering, breathing harder, sloppily snapping his hips. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes shut tightly, mouth hung open and a layer of sweat coating his forehead.

You could feel him grow and throb in your hand, and just before he was about to reach his high, you stopped your hands.

His eyes shot open and he opened and closed his mouth to protest, but you gave him no time, fisting his hair and slamming him against the washer, bending him over the cold surface.

“What, you thought I’d catch you stealing my panties and I’d let that go?” you tutted, bending over him, pressing your front to his back, whispering in his ear “Bad boys need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

A choking sound escaped his parted lips, and you giggled against his skin, licking a strip behind his neck.

You let your hands wander down the expanse of his back, settling on the waistband of your panties. You indulged yourself again, slapping his ass because you liked how it jiggled and how Bucky whined.

“You have a nice ass, you know,” you mused, slouching back to get a good vision of it, “You ever had anyone stick anything up there?”

“W-what?” he sputtered, crooning his head to look at you, “N-no, never.”

“Cute.”

He squirmed in embarrassment when you spread his cheeks, groaning when he felt your spit drip down on him. You massaged a finger around his rim, your hand coated in your spit and his pre cum.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel really good, promise.”

You gradually felt his muscles relax under your touch as you soothingly ran a hand down his back and kept whispering calming, sweet nothings in his ear.

Then, you dipped a finger past the rim.

“See, not that bad, huh?” you smiled, working your finger inside him, caressing his walls.

You nipped the skin of his back, peppering his muscles with fluttering kisses, grazing your teeth over his column.

You dipped another in, and Bucky hissed, wiggling his legs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you shushed him, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He preened under your praise, and you began scissoring your fingers inside his ass, working him open and looking for the spot you knew would make him beg for more.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy desperate to be stuffed full of his cock.

You loved how pliant Bucky was being, obedient and submissive in your grasp. You noticed the tears that hadn’t stopped streaming down his face, and huffed a laugh.

“A pervert, a slut, and a fuckin’ crybaby, aren’t you?” you mumbled, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, holding onto the washing machine for dear life, tongue lolling out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, making it known that you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Yes, fuck, please princess, gimme more,” he begged, overwhelmed with a pleasure like he’d never experienced before.

He felt like a fire had been lit in his lower belly, and it was spreading to every limb, encompassing him whole.

You grasped his cock in one of your hands while your fingers kept pummeling into his ass, feeling the rim clench around you and his cock pulsate.

You thought you could cum from his beautiful sounds alone, and you kept going until you were sure he was on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm.

Then, you stopped again, and this time Bucky sobbed, blabbering and wailing, begging you.

“Please princess, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, please,” he continued, shamelessly bucking his hips against nothing.

You released his cock and pulled your fingers out of his ass, cleaning the fluids against his panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, begging like that,” you mocked him, retrieving your phone from the pocket of your shorts.

You snapped a couple of photos of him bent over the washing machine, pent up and debauched. His balls hung from the lace of your panties, and you made sure to zero on his tear stained face.

“So pretty, my pretty crybaby,” you cooed, helping him stand up again.

He fell on his knees, clutching the hem of your t-shirt.

“Please, you can’t leave me like this, I-, please,” he blabbered.

You committed the image to memory, knowing you’d see it again soon.

You could see it in his eyes how hooked he was to you.

“Baby, bad boys don’t get to cum, do they? You can’t go around stealing people’s laundry,” you tutted, lightly slapping his cheek, “You deserve some punishment, don’t you agree?”

He hesitantly nodded, slumping down on his shins. You grasped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“You got to bed now, no touching, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll know if you disobeyed, and trust me, you don’t want to know what’s gonna happen if you did.”

You smiled, and took a few steps back to retrieve your basket, leaving him to catch his breath on the floor.

“See you tomorrow at 4 pm, you know where my dorm is,” you chirped despite your own neglected arousal, sauntering to the door, “Get dressed before someone comes in, you wouldn’t want to see how much of a pervert you are, right?”

He shook his head, agreeing with you despite the sobs that silently shook through his body.

“Good boy,” you purred, hand twisting the knob. You paused, and threw him a look over yourself, “Oh, and thank you for the laundry.”

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English Translation of Novel 3: Chapter 1 – Gold & Black - (Part 2 of 2)

Here’s the second half of Chapter 1 from Book of Yuno. Again, I don’t have another picture to use as a header for this chapter, but at least there’s still plenty of Golden Dawn and Black Bull action. This half focuses much more on Yuno and his relationship with Asta, both in the present and how they were in the past, but Yami also gets to show off a bit, too.

If you missed Part 1 of this chapter, you can read that here

--- Gold & Black: Part 2 ---

“Any luck, Yuno!? Did you find him!?”

“No…… I guess you didn’t find him either.”

As they were sprinting across the garden, Yuno met up with Asta. After deciding that they needed to find Yami, Klaus and Mimosa searched the North and South gardens, Yuno and Asta searched the East and West gardens, and Bell searched for Yami from above. Yuno and Asta just finished searching the West garden, so they were about to search the East. Asta cursed upon meeting Yuno,

“Dammit, these gardens are too big! Add them all together and you’d have a village!”

“It’s not that big. It just feels that way to you because your limbs are so short.”

“Not that again, you handsome jerk! Even if my limbs are short, I make up for it with my physical strength!”

After saying this, Asta laughed, and said with a huge grin on his face,

“Anyway, it’s been a real long time since we’ve been together this long, hasn’t it?”

“What’s with you all of sudden……? Well, you’re right. When we were in Hage Village, we spent a depressingly long amount of time together.”

“Hage Village…… When I think about how things were back then, it’s almost unbelievable how we’re now in the Magic Knights, performing missions every day as if it were only natural.”

Maybe it was because he was with his old friend, but Asta’s thoughts were very out-of-character for him. However, Yuno replied,

“……No, maybe that’s the case for you, but I was extremely capable even when I was at Hage, and I could use magic very well, so I don’t feel very strongly about this at all. It felt only natural that I would be in the Magic Knights.”

“I definitely don’t want to hear that from you! I mean, you were a total crybaby when you were little! Compared to how you were then, who you are right now is totally unbelievable!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even remember crying when I was born.”

“Nobody would remember that! Look, I’m begging you, so work with me a little here! I wanted to feel nostalgic together!”

Yuno was lying earlier. Of course he remembered. When he was little, he was a crybaby who always clung behind Asta. He found the world frightening. Always scared, he could never take a step forward. The one who gave him the courage to take that first step was none other than Asta. The Yuno that exists today is here because of that day when they decided to share the same dream, because of that moment when they decided to compete over who would become the Wizard King. Instead of following behind him, he wanted to see the same scenery as Asta. In other words, the reason he has been able to do his best all this time is all because of Asta.

“…… Stupid Asta. We’re in the middle of a mission. Now’s not the time to start acting so nostalgic.”

Of course, he had no intention to ever say all that. It would be too embarrassing. He was sure that, even in the future, he’ll continue to dodge the issue by joking around like this. Besides, the best way to thank Asta is through his actions, not words.

“I don’t intend to lose to guy like that…… I’ll be the one who becomes the Wizard King.”

Recognizing Asta as his rival, he intends to continue competing ruthlessly with him. This is the form that Yuno’s gratitude takes.

Of course, that’s not the only reason he has been working so hard. It may have been Asta who gave him his dream to become the Wizard King, but now, Yuno wants to fulfill that dream through his own will. Well, it’s also a fact that showing the results of their efforts to each other has been a good way to motivate each other’s growth. Besides, he can inspire Asta more by making jabs at him rather than by giving him a simple “thank you”.

Just as Yuno expected, Asta looked dazed for just a moment before smiling belligerently,

“Hah!? It’s obvious that I’m the one who’s going to become the Wizard King!”

“No, it’ll be me. You should become the Nostalgia King.”

“The Nostalgia King!?”

“Ah, there he is! Yuno, I found Yami!”

Bell descended from the sky, circling about through the air as if she were in a great hurry.

“He’s really close by, but something really terrible is happening, so hurry it up!”

“…..Something terrible?”

Bell repeatedly nodded her head up-and-down in response to Yuno’s question.

“I don’t know what happened, but Zable and Yami are already face-to-face!”

“They’re over there, right beyond those thickets!”

Yuno and Asta sprinted at top speed to Yami as Bell directed them to his location. Asta said with a pale face,

“H-hey, Yuno? Just making sure, but if Zable has this magical tool……... this ‘Original Sin’, then aggravating him would be real bad news, right?”

“Yeah. We don’t know what could trigger a rampage.”

In other words, they were currently in a state of emergency. If Yami, the man known as the God of Destruction, has made contact with a man as arrogant as Zable, there’s no way something won’t happen. This time, it was Yuno who asked Asta,

“Still, even Captain Yami wouldn’t suddenly get violent with someone he just met…. right?”

“…… I don’t know, but about six seconds after I met him, I got iron clawed.”

“………Let’s hurry.”

“Yeah!”

The two surpassed their limits as they ran, crossing through the thicket. Upon doing so, they found themselves in front of a wide court-like field, similar to those maintained for sporting events. In the middle of that field stood……

“C-captain Yami……. And Zable!”

They were quite far away, so they weren’t clearly visible, but they could tell that the two were in some kind of confrontation. There were countless broken wooden puppets strewn around them, but Zable, at least, looked fine.

…...Or, at least, that’s what they thought.

*THUD*

Zable fell to his knees before collapsing to the ground. His sanity still appeared to be intact, but his face was swollen, and his clothes were torn.

“…………”

And, with his collapse, his wooden doll had crashed into his entourage, causing them to fall to the ground as well. Beaten up, shivering, and shaking, they mumbled things like, “I don’t want to die…. I don’t want to die…,” and, “I’m sorry… I’m just a bug, a worm…”.

Before Yuno and Asta was a picture of Hell, one that far exceeded even their worst fears.

“……….”

The person who created this misery, Yami, casually waved his hand at Asta, Yuno, and Bell, who all stood utterly speechless.

“Oh, it’s you guys. Hey.”

“Don’t just say ‘hey’…… C-captain Yami, this is……”

“Hm, oh, these guys?”

Yami answered Asta’s question while lightly kicking Zable with the tip of his shoe.

“While I was taking a nap, these guys suddenly woke me up, smashed my wine bottle, and, as an added bonus, they even kicked me…... I’ve told ya before. Naps are good. They increase your productivity in the afternoon… I was thinkin’ I should let them experience some of that productivity personally,”

Then, he drew his sword, seemingly out of nowhere, and pointed it toward Zable as he continued,

“And give these guys a nap they’ll never wake up from.”

“That’s called ‘death’, you know!!? Wait, seriously, please stop! We have to ask them some questions!

Asta rushed to Yami in desperation while Yuno dragged Zable’s body away from him. Glancing at Asta, who was now caught in Yami’s iron claw, Yuno called out to Zable,

“Hey, you. Are you okay? I can use a magic tool for healing and… hm?”

Yuno noticed something peeking through the gaps in Zable’s torn clothes. There was nothing written on its cover, and it wasn’t even colored. It was a pure white grimoire. However, Zable already had what looked like his own grimoire in his book pouch. In other words, this was……

“Aah……AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Seeing this, Yami picked up Zable’s followers by the armful and said,

“Hey Goldy, get away from him. Kid, come with me and help me carry away his lackeys to safety…... actually, just throw ‘em as far as you can.”

As instructed, Yuno quickly separated himself from Zable while Asta threw his lackeys as far as he possibly could. Right after doing so,

“AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

From Zable’s body… no, from the white grimoire sprouted a series of white torrents made of mana. They were like large tentacles wriggling about. The tentacles spread radially with Zable at the center and began to indiscriminately attack everything in the garden, gouging the ground and smashing what was left of the wooden dolls into dust. If Yami’s instructions came just one second later, Zable’s followers would have been caught up in the destruction. Seeing Zable clad in a seemingly infinite number of white tentacles, Yami once again said as if this was all someone else’s problem,

“So, it was him after all. He had that magical tool… what was it called again… that ‘Original Sin’.”

When Yami said this, Asta, who had taken out a large sword from his grimoire, turned his head toward him in disbelief.

“Woah! Captain, you knew!?”

“Yeah. I could tell by reading his Ki.”

“Then why did you beat him up so bad!?”

“Why? Because I was pissed that he woke me from my…. No, I did that because we need to know exactly what happens when the ‘Original Sin’ goes berserk. Also, because I was pissed that he woke me from my nap.”

“That’s the real reason, isn’t it!?”

“Shut up! Anyway, this is just what I planned, so it’s all good!”

The tentacles wriggled about before beginning its attack against Yami and the others.

“…Though, this rampage is just a bit more showy than what I was expecting.”

While slicing through the tentacles that fired toward him, Yami ran straight for the mansion.

“I’ll go evacuate the people at the mansion, so, in the meantime, I’m leavin’ the tentacles to you.”

“Huh!? Ah, yes sir!”

Asta yelled in bewilderment as he swung his sword, cutting down tentacle after tentacle. In contrast, Yuno couldn’t help but think his usual, “You can’t be serious……”. Yuno figured that the reason Asta could react immediately to such unreasonably unclear instructions was that those instructions were part of his everyday work environment. Talk about depressing.

That aside……

“……Asta. There was a white grimoire in Zable’s chest. That was probably the ‘Original Sin’. Our first goal should be to break that grimoire.”

“Got it!”

After hearing Asta’s reply, Yuno opened up his own grimoire. Despite the rapid development of the situation, Asta was Yuno’s rival, and all that effort he had put in as his rival showed.

‘I can’t let Asta be the only one looking good here,’ Yuno thought.

“Let’s go, Bell. Full power.”

“Understood!”

A violent gale blew with Yuno and Bell at the center.

“Uoooooooooooh!!”

Asta rushed toward Zable while dodging, no, mowing down the tentacles that attacked him.

“Wind Creation Magic: Wind Blades Shower”

Blades of wind materialized above Yuno’s head, slicing the tentacles that were approaching Asta from behind and overhead. The tentacles regenerated instantly, but there was a slight delay before it could attack again. Asta pierced through that gap, narrowing the distance between him and Zable. As Asta used his mobility to get closer, Yuno used his magic to support him. Using this strategy, they were able to steadily reduce the distance between them and Zable.

They never planned this out before. This was simply the result of them being together for over a decade. They could understand each other’s thoughts without exchanging words and then anticipate each other’s moves accordingly. For them, cooperating in battle was as natural as breathing.

“AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Taking Asta’s presence as a threat, nearly all of Zable’s tentacles were sent toward him, surrounding his body in the shape of a dome.

“Yuno!”

Asta turned around and called out to Yuno, but this was not a call for help. Yuno nodded and used another one of his spells.

“Wind Creation Magic: Heavenly Wind Ark”

An ark created by wind took Yuno’s body and flew into the sky, passing over Asta, who was being attacked by the tentacles. His goal was Zable himself. Yuno had dedicated himself to providing back up for Asta when Asta was taking on the tentacles, but now Yuno aimed for the currently defenseless Zable. The two understood each other’s strategy right away, and they began acting on it in an instant. It took a moment later for Bell to understand what they were planning, which made her purse her lips in displeasure.

“Let me in on this, too! I’m a girl with both great comprehension skills and broadmindedness, you know!”

“Bell, you’re too noisy. Also, you don’t really give that impression. We’re going to establish contact with Zable.”

While dodging the number of tentacles that went after him, Yuno made a nosedive for Zable and cast a spell,

“Wind Magic: Crescent Kamaitachi”

A blade shaped like a crescent moon crashed near Zable’s feet, kicking up a large cloud of dust. It’s not that Yuno missed. If that attack had hit Zable directly, his body would’ve been sliced in two. Yuno’s goal was simply to blind him. Taking advantage of the dust cloud he had created, Yuno jumped off his ark of wind and landed right before Zable’s eyes. He quickly reached out his hand for the white grimoire in his chest, the ‘Original Sin’. However……

“Ah…… Gah…… S-stop! Stop it! Don’t…. touch that!!”

Zable clutched the grimoire in his arms as his tentacles began to focus their attacks on Yuno. Without even using his wind magic, Yuno grabbed the ‘Original Sin’. Upon doing so, Zable tightened his grip around it.

“Aah…… Please…… This…… Just this…… Don’t take this away….. please!”

“……..Zable, you were still conscious?”

“…….If I don’t have this….. Aah……. I’ll be……. weak again!”

Ignoring Yuno’s question, Zable only continued to scream unintelligibly. It seems that his consciousness was still intact, but it was terribly clouded. All that remained was his determination not to hand over the ‘Original Sin’.

“I……Ah…… obtained this…… Guh…… and change….d.”

Blood poured out from his eyes and mouth, and even the way he was suffering seemed to change. Yuno didn’t fully understand what was going on, but he could tell that it was a dangerous omen.

“Hey, you’re going to die. Let go of that grimoire.”

“No…… way…… Guh…… I don’t…. want to go back……. to being powerless……”

He may end up severely injuring Zable, but Yuno felt that he had no choice but to use his wind magic. Preparing himself for the worst, Yuno built up his magic, but then,

“…….This world…… is scary…… You can’t survive…… without power……”

Yuno saw that a light of consciousness remained ever so faintly in Zable’s eyes. Those eyes looked as if they would cry at any moment. They were weak, sorrowful eyes. Yuno remembered a person whose eyes and words were like Zable’s. They reminded him of his younger self.

Yuno was able to change because of Asta. However, there was probably nobody by Zable’s side. That’s why he got involved with taboo magical tools, like the ‘Original Sin’. Thanks to that tool, Zable changed. In other words, the ‘Original Sin’ is to Zable what Asta is to Yuno. Because of this, for just a moment, Yuno was a little hesitant to steal the ‘Original Sin’ away from him. That moment of hesitation proved to be a fatal mistake.

“….GAH!”

A single tentacle passed through the gap in his wind magic, landing a crushing blow on Yuno’s side. The impact broke his posture, leaving him vulnerable. Targeting his weakened state, a countless number of tentacles shot toward Yuno.

‘This is bad. I won’t be able to block them in time!’

But, just when Yuno braced himself for the attack, a gust of wind blew past him.

“UOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAH!!”

Asta flew by with astounding speed, striking Zable with the flat end of his sword and launching Zable’s large body into the air. Then, with the edge of his sword, Asta sliced the ‘Original Sin’ that fell from Zable’s chest in two. With that, the ‘Original Sin’ turned to dust and dissipated into the air. At the same time, the tentacles also faded away.

“Hey, are you all right, Yuno!?”

After confirming that all the tentacles had completely disappeared, Asta ran toward where Yuno sat, having fallen from exhaustion. It seems that, during the battle, Asta was able to hack his way through the tentacles to make his way to Yuno.

“Yeah…… Sorry.”

“Don’t give me that! You totally spaced out when you saw the enemy’s eyes! That’s not like you at all!”

Though Yuno had only hesitated for a brief instant, Asta had seen right through him.

“……Jeez. Here, can you stand?”

Asta said with a smile as he held his hand out to Yuno.

“………”

Yuno smiled wryly to himself. ‘Asta was to Yuno what the ‘Original Sin’ was to Zable’. Even if it was just for a moment, Yuno berated himself for thinking something so foolish. The ‘Original Sin’ was nothing more than a tool. Moreover, it was a dangerous tool which gifted the user power without effort, a tool that could easily be used for the wrong reasons. The existence beside Yuno is a person who made him stronger by working hard and by competing with each other. When one of them does something wrong, the other can scold him. When one of them can’t stand, the other holds out his hand so that they can walk together again. For Yuno, Asta is……

“Get a hold of yourself, Yuno! You’re my rival after all!”

“……Yeah.”

Yuno took Asta’s hand and stood up, and with a small smile said,

“………You saved me. Thanks.”

Yuno then looked at the fallen Zable. If Zable had someone like Asta beside him, then this probably wouldn’t have happened to him. Conversely, if Yuno didn’t have Asta beside him, then maybe he would have been like Zable, too……

“……..Ughh……..Ugh”

Hearing Zable’s groans, Yuno and Asta raised their guard. However, they didn’t feel any evil mana from him, and it didn’t look like he was going to start moving. He was simply moaning out of pain.

“……Bell, Asta, you two should go look for Mimosa. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Bell and Asta nodded energetically before heading for the mansion. Noticing Yuno’s presence, Zable spoke as if it were difficult for him to even talk,

“……I-It looks like I…… caused a lot of trouble for you…… I’m sorry……!”

‘So that’s what his real personality is like?’ Yuno thought.

Dealing with the aftermath of their mission went quite smoothly overall. First, Mimosa treated the injuries of Zable and his followers. While she did that, Yami and Klaus explained what happened to the guests and the sponsor of the party. In addition, they enacted a gag order on everyone present, elaborated on the dangers of the ‘Original Sin’, and emphasized that it was a tool that nobody should dabble in.

“……I see. You obtained it at the black market…… That means it will be difficult to identify its source.”

After Yuno, Bell, and Asta contacted the Magic Knights Headquarters and requested transportation for Zable, they all stood guard as they waited for the Knights to arrive, but……

“Perhaps. Moreover, this was over a month ago. The store I bought this from might not even be around anymore, and even the store owner said that the details of the ‘Original Sin’ were unknown. I’m sorry that I can’t be more helpful……”

In complete contrast to how he was before, Zable answered Yuno’s questions humbly as he bowed his head in shame. Once he was released from the curse of the ‘Original Sin’, it was clear that he was an extremely gentlemanly young man. He obediently accepted his crimes, testifying how he had obtained the ‘Original Sin’. Bell and Asta were ready to give him a lecture, so seeing him like this was a bit of a letdown. After experiencing such a surprising change (well, Zable simply reverted back to normal), Zable continued to speak with unease in his voice,

“However, the store owner did say... the ‘Original Sin’ raises its owner’s magic power during battle, but when not in battle, it sucks away its owner’s magic and stores it, little by little. Also, once it accumulates a certain amount of magic, it self-proliferates by creating ‘manuscripts’. That means that my copy is probably not the only one on the market.”

“……Well, you’re probably right about that. Your copy also wasn’t the only one that store was selling, wasn’t it?”

“That’s right. Of course, the degree that it changes its owner’s personality and the amount of power it gives and takes is probably different for each manuscript, but……”

‘This looks like it’s going to be trouble…...,’ Yuno thought to himself as he clicked his tongue. Even Zable, a gentle person with very weak mana, transformed into that just by obtaining the ‘Original Sin’. If an evil person with strong mana were to obtain the ‘Original Sin’, then they would be even more troublesome. Reaching the end of his patience, Asta interjected,

“I’ve been thinking this since you started talking, but, you kinda seem… like a real nice guy! Why did you get involved with such a dangerous tool!?”

“A ‘nice guy’, huh? Ku ku, it makes me happy to hear that, but…… you can’t survive in the world of nobles with kindness alone.”

“I was blessed with being born into a powerful family, but I have weak mana and a timid personality…… Nobody ever said anything bad about me to my face, but behind my back, they were anxious about appointing me as the next head of the family, and they even started to question if I would be able to get married and leave an heir.”

Not expecting his problems run so deep, Asta’s mouth hung open, making Zable laugh at himself derisively as he continued,

“I guess I was rushing. I wanted… magical power, at least, so I ended up depending on such a dubious tool, resulting in this mess…. I’m truly sorry for being such a bother.”

As he finished, Zable bowed his head toward them.

“And, thank you for stopping me. I’ll be sure to reward you handsomely after I’ve paid for my sins.”

“Huh? N-no, you don’t need to do that! You’re such a nice guy that…... I kind of feel bad for arresting you.”

“If a time comes when even a pathetic guy like me can start over again, I’ll be sure to work hard and obtain real strength. Instead of relying on tools, I’ll change myself with my own strength!”

“Jeez, you’ve left nothing for me to lecture you about! H-hey Yuno, can’t we get this guy pardoned or something!? He just got possessed by some bad mana for a bit! I’m begging ya, let’s just look the other way this time!”

Asta misguidedly begged Yuno with tears in his eyes. Yuno ignored him and said to Zable,

“As a goal, ‘I want to change’ is far too vague. It’s better to set that as a long-term goal while setting short-term goals as well. That will give you a roadmap that’s easier to follow.”

“Huh? Y-yeah……”

Zable replied vaguely. Yuno’s advice was so abrupt that Zable didn’t realize it was directed toward his earlier decision.

Yuno averted his eyes a bit before continuing,

“Long ago, I knew a person who would say the same things you’re saying now, but…… I think if that person had been given this type of advice back then, things would have gone more smoothly for him. It’s no big deal, but…… try it if you can.”

It was too embarrassing for him to say out loud, but that person was, of course, himself from the past. However, there was a time when he recklessly trained with his magic, and he wondered if he would’ve been able to train more efficiently if someone had given him that advice. Because of this, Yuno wanted to meddle just a bit.

“……Thanks to his efforts, he was able to join the Magic Knights.”

And while he was at it, he decided to try meddling even more.

“You sort of resemble that person, so I’m sure you’ll be fine…... Do your best.”

“…………!”

Zable looked taken aback before looking down with a small smile on his face.

“’You’ll be fine’ and ‘Do your best’…… huh? Ku ku…… Nobody has ever said that to me before…… I see. So, being told such words makes one this happy…….”

He continued to smile as he said this, but as he continued, his eyes became clouded with tears. Yuno didn’t feel that he said anything important to him, but he hoped that his words would prove to be at least a little bit useful to Zable, a man who resembled his former self so highly. If his words do prove useful, he’ll be very happy. Such was the heartfelt atmosphere Yuno and Zable established before Asta destroyed it by saying,

“H-hey…… what are you talking about, Yuno!? We’ve been together since forever, and I don’t remember anybody like that! This is scary! Tell me straight, what the heck did you see!?”

“Are you stupid? Nevermind. I already know the answer to that.”

“……Ah, I know! You’re talking about your past self! Ha ha~, but since you were embarrassed about it, you said it was someone you knew! I’m right, aren’t I!?”

“You’re so tactless. Well, I already knew that.”

“Ah, there they are! Everyone! Over here!”

At that moment, a voice came from the mansion, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps.

“……Ah, that girl, it’s her, isn’t it!? That girl who was making eyes at Yuno, Dina!”

Before this, Bell was sitting bored on Yuno’s shoulder, fidgeting about. However, hearing Dina’s voice made her hiss like a cat. Just as she suspected, Dina was coming toward them from the mansion, with the girls that were with her earlier behind her…… no.

“That boy is Yuno-kun!? Oh gosh, he’s a total hottie!”

“I saw your battle earlier~. You were suuuuuuuper cool~!”

“Hey, that Asta kid is pretty cute too once you get a close look at him!”

Dina brought along several dozens of girls with her, who were all frantically running towards them. Asta shouted as he gazed at the sight in wonderment,

“H-hey! What’s with those girls!?”

“These girls said they all wanted to talk to you two after watching you fight! Of course, I feel the same way!”

‘For a selfish reason like that……,’ Yuno was already sick of that kind of stuff. Bell inflated her cheeks more and more as she protested,

“You obviously shouldn’t! Anyway, Dina was already like this, but what about the rest of you!? You all were acting coldly toward Yuno and the others earlier, and yet now you’re trying to act all chummy with them!”

“Now, now, don’t say that, little spirit with a freakin’ huge forehead. The organizer of this party also wants to thank us.”

Yami entered the conversation as he approached from behind the gaggle of girls.

“He says he’ll set us up with all the booze we want for free…. Heck, he’s even willin’ to setup an afterparty for us. He’s doin’ all this for us, so it’d be rude to refuse him, right? Plus, it’s free booze.”

As usual, he made no attempt to hide his real intentions. Klaus, who stood beside him, coughed once before speaking,

“Moreover, there are people who want to share a drink with Mimosa, Captain Yami, and myself now that they know we are Magic Knights. They collaborated with our investigation, so we cannot simply turn them down.”

What he was saying certainly sounded plausible, but it sounded forced as he said it, and it looked as if he was checking Yami’s expression the entire time. Apparently, this middle manager was a victim of the God of Destruction’s harassment once again today. Beside him, Mimosa was shivering with tears in her eyes as she said to Asta and Yuno,

“Y-Yuno-san, Asta-san…… Don’t tell me… you guys aren’t coming? You guys won’t leave me behind at a…… at a matchmaking party, will you?”

In response to her supplications, Asta scratched his cheek.

“I don’t really get what you’re talking about, but this means I’ll get to eat more tasty food like earlier, right? Then, I’ll definitely go! Now that you mention it, this has been bothering me for a while now, but what’s a ‘matchmaking party’?”

Asta said absentmindedly as he headed toward the mansion. Watching Asta’s back, Yuno had one thing to say as he sighed with a blank expression on his face,

“……You can’t be serious.”

After that, they handed Zable over to the Magic Knights who arrived at the mansion, thoroughly conveying his extenuating circumstances. They also described the entire battle to the Magic Appraisal Division, reporting that the ‘Original Sin’ disappeared once it was destroyed. Once that was finally done, they returned to the party. What was waiting for them was a flood of nobles, who rushed toward Yuno and the others with hearts aflutter, but…

“Hey, you! You’re wearing too much perfume! You’re trying to leave your scent on Yuno, aren’t you! And you over there! You’ve been holding that small glass with both of your hands for a while now! You’re trying too hard to look cute! Women like you aren’t qualified to talk to Yuno!”

Bell floated above Yuno’s head, dissing all the young women who were flocking to him,

“When it comes to weight training, you might have the impression that you’re supposed to train all your muscles at once, right? But, that’s not true. It’s important to concentrate on training one portion of your body at a time. My recommendation is…...”

Asta was talking about weight training,

“P-personally, I think that a healthy relationship between a man and a woman should start by exchanging a diary with each other! I-I also think that this should be done for a two-year time period!”

Klaus transformed into the incarnation of straight-lacedness,

“O-oh dear! Your breath smells really bad! Does anybody have any magic to fix this man’s breath!? I’m begging you, please save me!”

Mimosa was mowing down any man who attempted to woo her with her natural airheadedness,

“Huh? My annual income? Dunno. Now that I think about it, I’ve never bothered to count, cuz’ I’m usually broke by the time payday comes, anyway. You’re askin’ me what I spend it on? Gambling. Also, alcohol and smokes.”

With lifeless eyes, Yami took swigs of his drink as he blithely talked about his risky lifestyle. As they became unable to endure another second of this matchmaking party from hell, the nobles left the venue one by one. By the time an hour had passed, no one remained except for the Magic Knights of Gold and Black.

And, on the following day,

“This is the written report by Klaus’s group concerning their contact with the ‘Original Sin’ a few days ago.”

Vangeance was sitting in his office at the Golden Dawn’s headquarters. The man who presented this report to him was his close aide, Alecdora Sandler. Vangeance thanked him as he took it, reading it over carefully and silently.

“……I see. As we thought, when the ‘Original Sin’ goes out of control, it manifests its tentacle magic. This report is consistent with the others we have received.”

“Yes. We are still unsure of what causes it to run wild and whether tentacle magic is the only type of magic it can manifest… there are still many things we do not know, but, slowly but surely, we’re gathering information.”

“Right…… Thank you for the report. You may leave now.”

Vangeance said before returning to reading the report in silence. Sandler made a short reply and a three-leaf salute before leaving.

“……. I see. So, it amplifies its owner’s magic……”

Shortly after reading the report, he stared out into empty space. And, though there was nobody else in the office, he spoke as if there was someone with him.

“……It really is just as you said… Patry.”

He said to himself as a cryptic smile floated to his lips.

--- Gold and Black: The End ---

Sometimes, it may seem like I’m taking liberties with the translation by adding slang, but it’s really there in the Japanese text. Case in point, the light novel literally uses the word “Diss” when describing how Bell was “dissing all the young women”. For some reason, I can’t help but crack up when I see slang like that written in a Japanese novel.

Zable turned out to be a lot different than what I was expecting. I love how Asta’s reaction to being flirted with is to talk about bodybuilding. And gosh, Mimosa can be savage when she panics.

For obvious reasons, Patry isn’t mentioned at all in the other two light novels, but I’m glad his existence (and Mereoleona’s!) finally gets acknowledged now that we’re all the way in novel 3. He even gets to make an appearance… all the way in chapter 4 of Book of Yuno, which is what I plan to work on next!

#Black Clover #Yuno #Asta #yami sukehiro #klaus lunettes #mimosa vermillion #william vangeance #my translations #Book of Yuno

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pmatga swap au (chapter 2)

It all starts in the morning at pac's school and his friends, pac as usual he always got up first to eat all his breakfast, this time he saw how his two friends chatted and tasted their breakfast, pac hardly knew that both of them they began their relationship.

"There are these two that would have occurred to you this morning"

he questioned himself, as he saw them the pac communicator started to ring, it was Sir.c who had called them, it seemed to be an emergency.

"GUYS! CALL US AT THE ROUND HOUSE!"

Scream pac towards cyli and spiral

"seriously let's go!"

Cyli said preparing

"Yes, don't forget about me!"

Spiral affirmed rising from his chair, during the direct way to the round house they could notice a large number of ambulances and police investigators, when entering the president's house they noticed much concern especially in the two guard backs of the president.

"What happened gentlemen, something happened with the president"

Cyli asked one of them.

"We do not know how it was, the president was asleep and until we heard a scream, and we intervened in his room and found him in a kind of catatonic state"

I affirm the bodyguard.

"What did they see?"

I ask again

"Obviously to the catatonic president, and if it were not the most terrifying thing, we found in his room a lot of scratches on the wall, as if a lion attacked him"

answered

"a lion would not have been betrayus"

he said clashing his fists pac

"then walk .."

the three went to president spheros, he was next to some nurses and scorers, he said what had attacked him last night, it was nothing out of the ordinary, president spheros had some bandages on his back, where he highlighted the Blood, Pac and his team only thought of one thing. Betrayus.

"Mr. President, are you better yet?"

"Yes for now"

he answered calmly

"Can you say what happened?"

"everything was fast and terrifying, it was like I came out of a movie, while I was sleeping I heard a fluid in my very cold and cutting, at first I thought it was the air conditioning, but I heard a photo break"

"could see what it was"

"Not at first, but I heard a very unbearable noise as if it were nails to the wall, until I heard a murmur in the background"

"saw what his appearance was like"

"Well, he suddenly appeared and attacked me and scratched me, I couldn't identify him, but since he had sharp claws I assumed he was my brother"

"As I suspected! betrayus was the one who did it!"

He said something annoying

"What do you propose to do boy?"

asked the president

"Betrayus has already done too much, but this was too much, enough to hit rock bottom"

"That's the way pacster is spoken!"

"Now let's go to the underworld and kick ass slime!"

Pac and his team said with much encouragement and even began to take all possible weapons and berries against betrayus, they would not let that evil ghost stun them again.

"Good luck, boys"

Sir.c said giving them a thumbs up

"there is no Sir.c"

Then Pac and his team went with the vehicle directly to the underworld to catch Lord Betrayus, on the other hand in the Sir.c round house as he had no more ideas of what to do next, he went directly to his laboratory where he began to Use among all your own things to see what ideas you had for this occasion.

"WAU! WAU! WAU!"

Fuzbits Ladro

"Oh fuzbitz are you hungry little rabbi?"

I ask

"Wau!"

he said shaking his head up and down

"That for me is a yes without a doubt"

"Excuse me Sir.c ..."

said a soft and sharp voice behind him, it was a white sphere with freckles, orange eyes, brown hair and split ends with a certain and little similarity to Lord Betrayus when he was still living.

"cedrick!"

said surprised Sir.c

"Your father has told you a dozen times not to enter this laboratory, what are you doing here?"

I ask

"He'll be fine right?"

"you know that yes son, the cut that tube was not so deep"

he replied with a kind smile

"Okay Sir.c, hello fuzbits and grinder!"

cheerfully greet you

"hahaha, there are these children now"

changing the scene we go to the side of pac and his team already in the underworld attacking and absorbing the ghosts, the ghosts tried to defend lord betrayus as best as possible, but the efforts were very futile.

"WHAT THEY DO USELESS! REINFORCE THAT DOOR!"

I yell at them Lord Betrayus.

"That we try my lord"

said one of the ghosts trying to reinforce the door

"Because that little lemon changes roles"

I beg Dr.Buttocks

"I don't know, just make him leave here!"

"You heard Master Betrayus already! Get that lemon and his team out of our master's room!"

Dr.buttocks deftly reaffirmed, however the efforts of the ghosts turned in vain and pac and his team suddenly entered ready to catch lord betrayus.

"WAAAAHHH! MAMI!"

Cowardly shout betrayus shielding buttlers.

"it's over betrayus! this time you hit bottom on us on the surface"

said pacstar approaching and at the same time devouring Dr.Buttocks very angry

"What do you mean!"

"For a long time we endured your tantrum, and now for attacking our president you will be detained on this occasion and forever"

he said turning into a cap of steel

"HAY! HAY! DO NOT STAY AWAY FROM ME"

I beg betrayus

"no, not today"

He pulled his elongated magnet tongue out of his mouth, and caught Lord Betrayus right there in his mouth, Betrayus was trying to escape, but Pac kept him very much held between his teeth and his tongue.

"now guys"

He said trying to keep Betrayus from coming out, at the same time Cylindra and Spiral were carrying a high resistance flask, when Pac vomited up Betrayus Cylindra's eyes with all his speed, he easily grabbed the floating eyes of Betrayus and put them in the flask, making it impossible for him to escape there.

"This bottle will be impossible to escape betrayus, now if we win"

later after that game won, finally after a long time they managed to do what they think impossible to take as a prisoner lord betrayus rather only his eyes, which were in a jar and right now they were about to freeze him so that the ghostly attacks would not return.

"For bringing peace and security back to the world-pac, and finally capturing my brother's wretched man, I compensate you not only as the hero of world-pac, but also as the guardian between life and death"

the president said, giving a large medal with a gem with the appearance of the planet pac, and thus showing the greatness of pacman to the whole world, and in turn that in the main square of the city they carved a large golden statue in the image and resembling pac, the yellow sphere.

"waaaaaaw .. you are not fascinated by my boy pac saved us all! and now we are free"

Pinky said vulgarly

"yes pinky, you and your fantasies"

he said in mock blinky

"Hahaha yes that blinky joke"

she said in annoyance

"Well now that betrayus has been defeated and locked up again and for life, what are we going to do?"

I question inky

"I don't know, we helped pac and his team for a long time, maybe they will return our bodies .."

said clyde excited

"If that if we go to the round house for our bodies!"

The 4 said, going to where Pac was, in the round house they all celebrated after a long time freeing themselves from the constant ghostly attacks of Lord Betrayus, and today had arrived that day.

"dear heavens, finally that idiot crybaby had that deserved, we didn't even want him here"

said his aunt spheria clapping him

"hehe don't thank me aunt .."

pac river

"Hey auntie now that Lord Betrayus is gone, what are we going to do?"

"I guess they will graduate easily, these ghostly adventures will only be forgotten"

"What do you know about love aunt?"

I ask uncomfortable

"love, well, knowing your mother and Sir.c, let's say that sometimes you become blind, but it is not so bad, at first it is a friendship, but then it becomes more profound, because you ask"

"Cyli and spi, they're dating .."

"seriously good for the 2"

he said rejoicing

"it's okay"

I reaffirm seeing how the two of them rubbed their noses, after that Pac went for a walk among the gardens of the round house without prior notice he saw that the gang of ghosts approached Pac, Pac was not afraid of them because he already knew them.

"Hello blinky, inky, pinky and clyde, what are you doing here?"

"well we were wondering if already .."

Clyde said uncomfortable

"yes what?"

"Our bodies are returned to us, it is that we help them a lot and betrayus no longer controls us, and we no longer have any sense of continuing to do it in the underworld"

"mmmmhh .. I didn't even think about that I will talk to the president"

"oh yes thanks pac! i love you"

said pinky crazy as she tries to kiss him

"HEY! Hey! Pinky not so fast!"

said pac embarrassed

"Leave her there is not going to change our crazy opinion"

I reaffirm blinky

"good, I'll come quickly"

He said going to the office of the president, when he entered, he saw everything calm as he always saw from the window of the president the view of every day, perhaps it feels like this the president spheros every day.

* CRAAACK! *

"WHAT WAS THAT!"

Pac ran to where the noise came from, it came from the president's room when he entered there was almost nothing, he thought that maybe it was a mouse or a lost bird.

"Mr. pacman, what are you doing in my room?"

said the president in surprise behind him

"Wah! Mr. President, would I like to ask you a question?"

"Which boy?"

"well now that betrayus has been detained and forever is a good time for blinky, inky, pinky and clyde ... you know, return their bodies"

"That, I'm afraid that won't be possible boy .."

replied the president

"WHAT! BUT IF I PROMISE THAT BECAUSE NOW HE SAYS NO !?"

"It is simple pac, the gang is not registered in the warehouse, they died at different times, the warehouse was built shortly after my brother died"

"Heavens, I don't know how I'm going to tell you this"

he said discouraged

"Don't worry son, be honest, they will understand ..."

Pac knowing the disappointment his ghost friends will have, he had no choice, he should have told them, but he would not know how they would react to the news.

"Boys.."

"well pac said yes!"

asked the 4 excited

"The truth, I don't know how to explain, the president told me that their bodies ..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!"

A scream was heard coming from not far away

"OH GOD! THE PRESIDENT IS IN DANGER AGAIN!"

Said he taking an ice berry and going straight to the president's room

"NO PLEASE! WHO ARE YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"

I ask scared stratos

"I've waited a long time for this moment, but I've never seen myself so cowardly in this world"

he added with an evil smile.

#pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pac man and the ghostly adventures #au #fanfic #my art #Spheros #president spheros

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 5: Lonely Creature

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 4389

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Warnings: physical abuse, injuries, blood...

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Mackenzie was lying in her bed, painfully crying in her pillows, trying to keep quiet. Everything hurt. It was hard to breathe. She could barely keep her face buried in the pillows now stained with blood, but she knew she couldn’t make any noise, she couldn’t take the risk to wake him up. The pain in her arm was so awful she was afraid to move. It was broken, she was certain, the noise she heard when Robert twisted it still sent shivers down her spine.

How ironic was it? She was (supposedly) the most powerful creature on the planet but she was still incapable of defending herself. And if she couldn’t defend herself against a drunk human, she didn’t stand a chance against a vampire. It wasn’t ironic, it was just stupid.

Incapable of sleeping, Mackenzie couldn’t help but replay the fight in her head. She flinched and winced every time she pictured his fists approaching her face, every time she heard him yell, blaming her for his bad day, his inexistant love life, his stupid bosses… It wasn’t a first for Mackenzie and she had been through worse. But something was different that night. When he started yelling and she knew it was going to end badly, the lights started to flicker. She knew she was tampering with the electricity of the house, she could feel it even though she couldn’t control it. When he punched her the first time, the lights went out for a few seconds. It didn’t stop him. He was either too drunk or to eager to take his anger out on her to notice. When she ended up on her hands and knees, blood and tears dripping from her face, it went dark for over a minute during which he blindly started to kick her, hitting her stomach and chest several times. At this point, the house started to shake. Again, he didn’t notice, but she could feel it despite the enormous amount of pain she was in. When the lights came back, he seized her by her left arm, forced her to get back up and broke her forearm. She screamed in agony as he contorted her arm and as the pain only grew unbearable by the second the bottles of beer scattered around the kitchen burst out. He let go of her then, as the loud noise of the many pieces of glass suddenly caught his attention. He was too drunk to even try and make sense of it. But at least he wasn’t angry anymore, he was just confused and tired. “Clean this up,” he growled, before he stepped into the living room and slumped on the couch. She quickly, and painfully, did as he asked, trying to be as silent as possible. She almost passed out in the stairs on her way to her bedroom. It wasn’t often bad like that, but every other month Robert had a crappy day at work, there wasn’t enough beer in the fridge – or there was too much – dinner wasn’t ready or wasn’t to his taste, or Mackenzie dared answer his question or dared keep quiet and all of it combined turned him mad and turned her face into mush.

It hurt even in her sleep. She wasn’t really sleeping but she wasn’t awake either. She would be even more tired when she woke up the next morning. But even in her half-sleeping state, Mackenzie could dream. Those were usually the worst dreams. The ones in which she knew she was dreaming but there was nothing she could do about it, even if there weren’t scary dreams. But this night, it was more than that. It didn’t feel like a dream. It was something else, something new, something that felt somewhat even more uncomfortable. The settings of the “dream” felt familiar but Mackenzie didn’t recognize them.

It was a big white living room. The walls were white, so was the wooden floor covered by a clear blue carpet on which were scattered toys. The white French window on the right was open and the large windows on its sides allowed the sunlight to shine in the room. There was a woman standing there. Mackenzie recognized her, of course. She was a short young woman in her thirties. She had beautiful blonde hair, amazing blue eyes and a bright smile on her face. She had her back turned to the white and clean fireplace and she bent over to pick up a book from the square coffee table. It looked really old and heavy, a little like the books that were scattered around Jonas and Luka’s apartment.

“Mackie! Come here, honey!” Aella called.

Mackenzie saw a young version of herself running around the house with a doll in her hand. The Barbie had long blonde hair and a pair of pink wings matching her short green dress. It looked new, and the four-year-old was fond of her new toy. The house was big. Too big for a single mother with her only child and certainly too big for an unemployed woman.

“Finish the story, mommy!” the little girl begged, holding out her arms.

Aella picked up her daughter and sat on the white couch near the window. She settled between the clear blue pillows as she placed her child on her lap.

“Where were we?” she asked.

“The mermaids were playing with the men and they fell off the boat!”

“No, honey, the sirens did.”

“What’s the difference, mommy?”

“I told you the difference, honey. Remember? What’s the difference between a mermaid and a siren?”

“I don’t know,” Mackenzie pouted, suddenly bored, deciding to focus on her doll.

The sunlight slowly disappeared and the room started to fade away, gradually vanishing into complete darkness.

“What’s the difference, Mackenzie? What’s the difference between a mermaid and a siren? Remember Mackenzie. It’s important you remember!”

The “dream” ended there but Mackenzie didn’t wake up. The question was echoing endlessly in her tired mind, unanswered.

She hadn’t bothered to set up an alarm as she was in no hurry to make breakfast for Robert with her broken arm. She would have to look for her old splint, she had no intention of going to the hospital, that would do more harm than good. At least, that was what she told herself. She woke up when she heard him enter the bathroom. She wasn’t feeling like getting out of bed. She wasn’t going to go to school anyway, not in her current state. It was extremely hard to apply makeup with only one hand and she doubted she could even hide her broken face, it was swollen, she could feel the pain. She was going to stay in bed for a few days. With a little luck she’ll starve to death, she hoped, and for a second, she meant it.

She listened as he took a shower, then walked down the stairs then had breakfast. She wondered if he was mad he had to do it himself, she wondered if he had any idea how badly she was hurt, if he even remembered what he did, if he even realized it. She flinched, then winced, when he slammed the door and made the house shake. She listened as he got into his car and drove away.

Silence could be a blessing, but it could also be a curse. At that moment, Mackenzie didn’t know how to feel about the silence. About the loneliness. Sometimes, she liked it. She didn’t have to explain to anyone why she didn’t show up to school because nobody cared. But sometimes, it was bad. She wished she had someone, anyone, to talk to, to help her, to protect her. Because she couldn’t protect herself. That was something she had learnt quickly after her mother’s passing. To use Robert’s words, she was a “worthless piece of shit, an unwanted inconvenience, and a crybaby.”

She fell back to sleep quickly after Robert left. But a half an hour later, she jolted awake as someone came knocking on her front door. She was groggy, both from the pain and exhaustion, and it took her a while to sit up. She wondered who it could be. She had no intention of answering the door, not with that face. But whoever was on her porch was insisting. They knocked once every minute. After four minutes had passed, the knocks became stronger and louder, as if the visitor was worried by the lack of answer, as if they knew she was inside the house.

She took a deep breath. What if it was a vampire? What if they were attracted to her blood, what if they could smell her from very far away? She decided to take a peek outside her window but there was nothing unusual in the streets. No unknown car, nobody. But, as she was standing by the window, she started to feel it. Him. His power. She knew exactly who it was and a knot started to form in her stomach. What could she do? Could she scream from her window for him to go away? That wouldn’t work. And if he really wanted to enter, he would break in, a door wouldn’t stop an Original vampire, would it?

She felt weak. She couldn’t stay on her feet for long, she would feel dizzy and pass out. She walked back to her bed and sat on the edge. She tried to think clearly, to find a solution. How could she answer him and not show her face? Simple. She couldn’t. She didn’t know why she cared about him finding out. Surely, he couldn’t care less about her wellbeing. She just didn’t want anyone to know, and she was already weak enough to his eyes.

She took another deep breath, tried to hide her face behind her hair, before she walked out of her room. Merely breathing hurt, walking was even more painful. She carefully held her injured arm with her right hand. She slowly and painfully walked down the stairs. She figured he could smell her approaching because as soon as her bare feet touched the cold tiles he started to talk.

“I know you’re here,” he said.

To her surprise, he didn’t sound angry or impatient. Maybe a little curious and… worried? But she couldn’t trust her judgement, not in the state she was in. She tried one last time to adjust her hair, but she had no illusion, she knew she couldn’t hide. She gulped as she put her hand on the handle. She opened it slowly, slightly at first, looking down in an attempt to hide. He could barely see her face. Looking down at her, he saw she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Only thing that had changed, something she hadn’t even thought about, was the blood on her shirt.

“What happened?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a weak and trembling voice, looking away, hiding behind the barely opened door.

“What’s wrong?” he insisted, wondering why she was suddenly so scared of him.

“Nothing,” she answered in an emotionless tone. “What do you want?”

“I thought I’d come by and advise you not to leave your house today. Obviously, you’re not going anywhere…”

“I’ll stay here,” she nodded.

“What happened?” he asked again, knowing something was wrong. “Why is there blood on your shirt?”

She didn’t answer. He watched as she looked down to see what he was talking about.

“I had a nose bleed,” she lied in a whisper.

“What have you been up to all night? You haven’t changed.”

Mackenzie could try and come up with all the lame excuses but she knew Elijah was a smart man who wouldn’t believe any of it.

“Look at me,” he said.

She looked away, clinging to the wall as she tried not to lose her balance. She was starting to get really dizzy and she really needed to sit down.

“I’m tired. I’m just gonna sleep all day,” she told him with a broken voice.

“Look at me,” he repeated. “Invite me in.”

She shook her head, but quickly regretted it as it made her even more dizzy.

“I’m fine,” she lied, “I just need to sleep.”

“What happened to your face?” he asked with an angry tone as he noticed a few anomalies through her thin brown hair.

“Nothing,” she quickly said.

She wanted nothing more than to shut the door but figured he could kick it open if he really wanted to enter. She didn’t have time to think of a better solution as he grabbed the part of her hand that had slid on the door frame and pulled her towards him. She cried out as she fell into his arms, then cried out again when he touched her injured arm. He seized her by the upper arms, strong enough for her not to move but not strong enough to hurt her. Her hair finally out of her face, he could see it all. Her red broken nose, her red and swollen eyes, her cut and bloody lips. Her entire face was covered with blood and tears. Her wet eyes were looking away and he realized she wasn’t trembling with fear, but with pain and maybe shame.

“What happened to you?” he asked, completely baffled and horrified.

When he left her the night before, she was completely safe. But now, he could see old and black bruises behind the fading makeup, her mascara had run down onto her cheeks, she could barely breathe through her nose and he wouldn’t be surprised if her cheekbones were broken. She broke down then and there, falling under her weak legs. Elijah caught her before she could reach the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she cried as she clung to his arms.

“Why are you sorry?” he whispered as he steadied her in his arms.

She didn’t reply, she buried her face in his chest as she cried, wept, sobbed, and whimpered. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t even realize it, she just needed to do it.

“Invite me in,” he asked gently, in a soothing voice. “Vampires can’t enter your home without your invitation. Invite me in and let me heal you.”

A few sobs and sniffed later she slightly moved away and looked up, giving him a confused look, though her broken face made it hard to tell what look she had.

“My blood will heal you,” he said. “Invite me in.”

Confused, but too upset to make sense of things, she nodded, sobbed and sniffed a few times more before she managed to say the words:

“Co- come i-in.”

The second she said it, he scooped her in his arms and entered the house, vampire speed. The door slammed shut as he turned to his left and found the living room. He settled her on the couch. He sat next to her, examining her face she was trying to hide. He decided to let her calm down, he’ll ask questions later. He looked around and noticed the empty bottles of beer laying around the room. If only the disgusting smell of beer could conceal the delicious smell of her blood. It was stronger and harder to fight now that it was on her face and on her clothes.

“Your father did this to you?”

“Stepfather,” she quickly corrected him before she could stop herself.

“It’s not the first time, is it?”

She sniffed as she shook her head. She was looking away, trying to hide behind her hair. He moved closer to her, put his hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly to place her on his lap. She winced when he accidentally put pressure on the bruises. She tried to move away but he kept his left arm around her body and pulled her to his chest.

“My blood will heal you,” he said before he bit his wrist.

She watched, confused, as his bleeding wrist approached her face. She pushed it away.

“It’ll take away the pain,” he whispered.

She hesitated, staring at the bleeding wound that was closing fast. He slowly moved his wrist closer to her face and she reluctantly let him. She put her hand on his arm as she started to drink from him. As she drank, she slowly leaned back against him and closed her eyes. He rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in the delectable smell of her blood. The silence soothed her. She felt at peace, she didn’t want to move.

She could feel his power running down her throat. It was hot and powerful. The pain gradually went away, first in her face, then in her arm. Once the pain was completely gone, she used her now healed hand to push his wrist away. She blushed when she realized the position she was in. She licked her lips as she got off his lap and sat back on the couch.

“Feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you,” she shyly replied.

The truth was; she felt amazing. The pain was completely gone, vanished, eradicated. Her arm and her nose weren’t broken anymore. Her face, though still sticky with blood, wasn’t hurting, just like that. All it took was vampire blood. Maybe, she thought, maybe there were some perks of being a vampire. She felt so grateful towards Elijah whose first instinct was to heal her and take away the pain. It was an unfamiliar gesture she didn’t know how to feel about.

“Bathroom?” he suddenly asked, surprising her even more.

“Upstairs,” she replied as she pointed at the ceiling.

“Come on,” he said as he got up and held his hand out to her.

She frowned, wondering what he wanted to do, but took his hand anyway. As they walked, Mackenzie wondered why she hadn’t been told about the “vampires can’t enter without invitation” thing. It would have helped her sleep a little better at night.

“Do you need anything?” she asked as she led him to her bedroom and pointed at the bathroom door.

He didn’t answer. He made his way to the other room and gestured her to follow him. She watched him as he looked around and she wished he would just tell her what he needed. Finally, he found the cupboard where she kept the towels and the cloths. He took one of each before he turned around to face the sink.

“What ar-,” she started to say but she didn’t get the chance to finish as he lifted her off her feet and sat her down on the counter.

He turned the tap and passed the cloth under the water.

“I can do that myself,” she told him.

“Mmh.”

She looked away as he started to clean her face. Washing dry blood off the skin was a complicated task. They stayed quiet for a moment. Elijah wanted to make her feel safe. She needed it. She needed to be taken care of, for once. But Mackenzie could only feel shame and he saw it on her face.

“I would have helped you if you had asked,” he spoke up.

“Oh,” is all she could say.

“Did you think I wouldn’t help?”

She shrugged. “It didn’t even cross my mind to ask,” she admitted.

“How long has this be going on?”

She didn’t reply right away.

“A couple of years,” she said in a whisper, as if she were ashamed.

“You didn’t tell anyone. Why not?”

She looked down at her hands and shrugged.

“I was afraid, I… I didn’t want to make it worse and I… I didn’t want to be a crybaby…”

He stopped, making her look up. The look he gave her, a mix of pity and sympathy, made her feel even more ashamed and she looked back down. He placed his knuckle under her chin and lifted her head back up to make her look at him.

“You’re not a crybaby, Mackenzie,” he said. “This is real. Being afraid is the rational response to have. I’d be surprised if you had acted any differently. Your life isn’t easy, crueler than most. You get to cry once in a while. It doesn’t make you weak. On the contrary. It makes you human.”

“But I’m not human, am I?” she retorted.

“That’s not what I meant,” he replied as he brought the wet cloth back on her face.

She knew what he meant. Even though she was an elemental she was still more human than he was, he was a monster, that was how he considered himself, she could see it on his face as he said it, and she wasn’t sure she could disagree. But at that moment, he wasn’t a monster, at that moment he was human, showing sympathy and kindness. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As soon as he saw her face he had to heal her, there was nothing else to do. No time to ask questions, he had to enter and help her. He hadn’t showed any sign of anger towards her, nothing he did made her feel threatened. And yet, every time she looked at him, she remembered Trevor and his headless body lying in a pool of his own blood. Was she stupid enough to believe he actually cared? To her, it was more probable that he just needed her to be okay long enough to kill Klaus. After that, if he didn’t kill her, he would lose all interest in her wellbeing. But, at that moment, he looked like he cared, at least a little. He was taking care of her like no one had in years. Maybe that was why she wanted it to be true, because she needed it to be real.

“Is this real?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence, making him stop again.

“Is what real?”

“You. Being nice to me,” she replied in a weak voice. “Are you just using me or… or can I really trust you?”

Elijah sighed. It shouldn’t surprise him anymore that she had trust issues. And even if she didn’t, he would admit it was smart not to trust him. He brushed the sticky hair away from her face and found her hazel eyes searching for his, looking for the truth. She was hoping it was real.

“You can trust me,” he said before he resumed his task.

They stayed quiet as he finished to wash the blood off her face. She didn’t look away from him. She was looking for something, anything that would make her believe he wasn’t lying.

“You’re staring,” he eventually said.

She blushed as she looked away.

“Doesn’t it bother you? The blood?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

Suddenly, he froze. As if she had just reminded him of something.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when she saw his face.

He frowned. He slowly leaned forward and she stiffened when she felt his nose in her neck.

“Well,” he said, and she shivered when she felt his breath on her neck. “My blood changed your smell.”

“It did?” she asked, completely confused.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s good news,” he smiled.

“I can leave the house,” she realized. “Thank you,” she breathed out, relieved.

“No need to thank me. It won’t last.”

“How long?”

“Twenty-four hours. Two days, maybe?”

“Oh…”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

“I’ll make sure to give you my blood when you need it.”

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I know. I don’t have to do anything,” he told her as he cleaned the last stain of blood from her face.

He put the wet bloody cloth in the sink before he handed her the towel.

“Thank you…”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m… I… I��ve been better,” she admitted as she got off the counter. “But I’ve been worse. Thank you for helping me. For giving me your blood. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do you think I’d walk away and leave you like that?” he asked, and she could see he was offended.

She looked away, suddenly intimidated. Angering people didn’t exactly go well for her.

“I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized out of habit. It was a reflex, a last attempt to calm down the man standing in front of her to escape his anger.

Elijah saw her demeanor quickly change. She looked down at her feet, tried to make herself smaller as her entire body trembled with fear, expecting something terrible to happen.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he calmly told her. “I promised to never harm you, remember?” he said as if he were talking to a child.

“I really didn’t mean to offend you,” she added, too scared to look up.

“I know,” he nodded as he cupped her cheek.

The sudden and unexpected gentle touch surprised her. She flinched, awaiting pain, but when it never came, she looked up. She had never seen a look like the one he was giving her at that moment. But then, she had never met anyone like him. Her life only had one person in it and that person was Robert. For two years, she was alone and lonely, nobody to talk to, nothing to say anyway. But now, she remembered what it felt like to be taken care of, to have someone to talk to, to feel safe. She didn’t care if it wasn’t real, she didn’t even want to think about it, she chose to trust him because she needed to. Because he was there and she needed someone at that moment. Because he gave her what she needed even though she didn’t know she needed it.

She put her hand over his before she stepped forward and buried her face in his chest. Surprised, he didn’t hug her back right away. Eventually, he put one hand on her back and another in her hair and rested his chin on the top of her head. He felt her hands shyly travel from his chest to his back as she settled into his arms.

“I could really use a friend,” she said. She sounded exhausted, both physically and mentally.

“Me too, actually,” he smiled.

His answer made her chuckle.

“Thank you, Elijah.”

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