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âOh, youâre worried as to the contents here? You should not be!â Cheerfully, the man speaks, twirling the syringe only slightly. Though seeing him act so apprehensive towards the tool did make him feel a slight tinge of delight, a smile kept pristine.
âThis liquid here is good for you, rest assured. You neednât know the intricacies of it.â Another virus? A vaccine? Both? Something else entirely? Heâd keep his mouth shut as to the details, for now. âAfter all, itâd be a waste to lose such a fine specimen. Do you not know just how valuable you truly are⌠alive?â
The Monarch pauses, keeping careful fingers over the otherâs neck. He appreciated the restraints on him, knowing himself lucky not to have to wrestle with a man that had weathered much and more than he could ever begin to imagine. The needle approaches, slowly penetrating the manâs skin. It sunk carefully, in a straight diagonal line.
âNow, take a deep breath for me, will you? That way, it will not hurt.â Or rather, itâd hurt less⌠Second by careful second, he pushes on the top of the syringe, allowing for the liquid to slowly seep into the body. His eyes pay close attention to the reactions of Leon, hoping not to go completely overboard. After all, though called a liquid that would potentially help him, every other test subject had low tolerance for even small dosages of it. Despite that, he trusted Leon to be better than the rest â he knew him to be, so heâd push his limits⌠for as long as he could.
Ah, yes. Because of course the man who was likely behind his kidnapping knew what was best for him. Leon clenched his jaw at the idea of him being considered valuable - let alone him being seen as nothing more than just a specimen. Not a human being, but some thing to be poked and prodded at and split open to study just what made him tick.
He gave a testing tug with one of his arms - no luck. The restraints that held him still didnât budge even the slightest. His hands curled into tight fists, hissing slightly at the feeling of the needle piercing skin, of whatever was in the syringe being injected straight into some vein in his neck.
He wasnât sure what was worse; the fact that he didnât know what it was, or the fact that he could feel it in his blood as an icy cold sensation, creeping through his flesh like watercolor paint on an empty canvas.
Moments passed, and aside from the uncomfortable feeling of ice settling in his veins, nothing happened. Obviously, Leon didnât know what the effects of the liquid heâd just been injected with was supposed to do, but heâd been expecting some immediate result - why else would he be strapped down, aside from keeping him from attacking his captor?
âI donât think your serumâs working as intended, doc.â Leon quipped sarcastically. Rather, he would have, because he was abruptly cut off mid-sentence by the sense of his entire nervous system starting to burn.
It wasnât world-destroying agony, but it was not pleasant whatsoever. It felt as though someone had taken a bucket of liquid nitrogen and boiling magma and poured them simultaneously straight into his blood. Even with the restraints holding him down, the agent tensed up; eyes screwed shut, teeth bared, a low groan of pain escaping his clenched jaw as he tried to ride out the pain of fire and ice in his veins, of his muscles spasming, of his skin crawling like it was about to become alive and peel itself off of his own god damn body.
#rp thread#threads of fate; crossover rp#hauntsect#since leon was infected w/ las plagas for a bit in RE4#I'm thinking that while the parasite was /removed/ it still left behind remnants of like...#dna packages or w/e you wanna call it in his body#which would have been used by the parasite to induce mutations and shit#obviously since the parasite was removed they didn't affect leon buuuut in this case#im thinking whatever monarch just injected him with basically 'reactivated' the dna packages#in other words; haha funny bug mutation go brrrt#not sure what to tag this for in regards to content warnings#syringes cw#needles cw#experimentation cw#torture cw#wheres everybody going? bingo?; leon kennedy
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just like heaven
in which flirty!reader finally confesses her feelings to a pining spencer reid after a night out. she's slightly buzzed. it's complicated.
fluff (some angst) warnings/tags: fem!reader, reader drinks alcohol, dirty jokes, so much flirting and banter, some arguing kinda, but spencer is such a gentleman, everyone gets flustered at least once, they really wanna kiss, happy ending a/n: gif :D I hope u like this! not bandages reader but like same vibes. like an AU for my AU
���Emily!â
You drawl the ee sound long, the same way you reach across the table and wiggle your fingers at her half-empty glass. Thin dark brows dart up beneath that glossy sweep of reddish-black hair.Â
âOh, wow. Thatâs unsettling. What?â
Itâs been at least an hour since you had a drink of your own, but enough alcohol is still flowing through your veins so as to render her offensive comment inoffensive. You love Emily. You love the Tequila Sunrise sweating onto the sticky table in front of her which sheâs not going to finish.Â
âI think she wants your drink,â JJ assists, cheek balanced tipsily on a propped up fist.Â
âUhâŚâ
Emilyâs doe-sweet eyes flash uncertainly behind you.Â
âIâm basically sober,â you insist, laying your head on your outstretched arm and letting your hair cascade as you bat your lashes, offering her your sweetest smile. âPlease, Em?â
It does not go according to plan. She scoffs.Â
âAre you flirting with me right now?â
â... Would that work?â
âOh my god, just⌠cool it with the fuck-me eyes,â she laughs. âYou can have the drink.â
You sit up, turning just barely over your shoulder to address Spencer.Â
âSee? Emily buys me drinks. Basically.â
She slides the drink toward you, with a subtle roll of her eyes that you choose to interpret as affectionate under the dim canned lighting. As you sit back, content and free drink in hand, her eyes slide to Reid in the seat next to you, brows arching.Â
âAre you sure you can handle her all on your own?â
âHandle me?â You frown deeply as Emily gathers her purse and slides out of the booth, followed shortly thereafter by JJ. âI donât need handling.â
âThen why do you have a handler?â JJ teases.
You slump against the worn vinyl, stirring what is mostly orange juice.Â
âHe most definitely is not my handler. Heâs my science project.â
âI got it,â Spencer assures your friends, with his trademark flattened smile. You canât help but watch him with a grin of your own, flipping the straw in the drink and nibbling on the end until itâs stained sparkly pink. Goodbyes are issued, and soon itâs just the two of you. Perhaps itâs a tipsy delusion, but you think he seems to relax slightly when youâre alone. His eyes are easy on you. âYou know, youâre not actually decreasing the amount of germ transmission by using the other end of the straw.â
âMm⌠pretty sure alcohol kills germs, Doctor.â
At that, you giggle.Â
Doctor.Â
Soon youâre covering your face and having a full-fledged laugh attack.Â
âWhat?â Spencer asks. From between your fingers you can see that heâs smiling guardedly, brows furrowed in a way that reminds you heâs often worried about being the butt of a joke and not knowing it. âWhatâs funny?â
âNothing,â you assure him quickly, gathering yourself. âI just⌠canât believe youâre a doctor.â
âWhy not? Whatâs so unbelievable about that?â
âYouâre so young.â
And handsome.Â
âIâm not that young. Iâm older than you,â he defends. Only by a handful of years, but you know heâs defensive about his age after a lifetime of being told he looks young forâwell, everything.Â
âYouâre⌠32?â
Thatâs not rightâyou know as soon as you say it.
âThirty three.â He very politely captures a handâyour handâthat had at some point ended up a little too close to his eye. Youâre not sure what you planned to do once it got thereâyou donât recall moving it at all.Â
âSorry.â You take your hand back, choosing to instead fiddle with a button on his coat ponderously. â33 is a good age.â
âYeah?â Spencer laughs, angling his head as if to regard you from a new angle. It warms you all over. Burns in some places, like a shot of liquor down your throat. Makes you just as dizzy, too. âYou have a lot of experience being thirty three?â
âNo, I justâŚâ your cheeks heat and you wrestle with a timid smile, averting your gaze and dropping your hand for fear his grin this close up might actually kill you. âI like 33 year old you.â
âSo⌠you didnât like me when I was thirty two?â
âStop,â you beg, a self-effacing laugh into the cup of your palm. âI canât banter. Iâm not at peak performance.â
The truth of it hits you, and you sigh, folding your arms on the table and resting your cloudy head. Only then, from this new perspective, do you allow yourself to fully admire Spencer Reid. He is smiling at you, and your heart does skip a beat like youâve got some school girl crush. These days he wears his hair falling over his face, messy on purpose, and always smells so nice. You wonder when he started caring about that stuff. You want to see what products are in his shower, and learn why he chose that cologne, or how he decides to pair his socks. He probably has some sort of algorithm.Â
âSpencer,â you begin, the serious quality of your voice diminished by the smush of your cheek against your arm. Still, he tries to respect your tone, zipping the smile and answering with a playfully twitching brow.Â
âHm?â
You want to push the hair out of his face. Why is he looking down at you like that? Like he likes you?
âYouâre a very good handler.â
His eyes narrow as he considers this, but the glimmer in them could still spark a forest fire. Youâre probably grinning like an idiot.Â
âOh, I couldnât handle you. You know this.â
You hum thoughtfully.Â
âI bet you could. Wanna try?â
Spencer shakes his head, huffing a laugh through his nose. To his credit, your bold-face innuendos donât always send him into a tailspin these days.Â
Just sometimes.Â
âYou need a ride home, donât you?â
You sit back up, stretching your arms out.Â
âYou donât have to. I could get a cab.â
âI know,â he assures you, still a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. Why. Is. He. Looking. At. You. Like. That?
âWill you let me drive?â
âI would. But, you know, my affairs arenât in order.â
You roll your eyes as he gets out of the booth and offers you a hand.Â
âIâm not that drunk.â
Spencer just wiggles his fingers.Â
âIf you can recite the alphabet in reverse you can drive my car.â
You roll your eyes again. Obviously heâs fucking with you, because 1. Heâd never let you drive even the slightest bit inebriated, and 2. He knows you canât say your ABCâs backward when youâre dead sober.Â
The truth is youâre more buzzed than anything. You could get up and walk fine without any assistance, but heâs offering you his hand, so you take it. After youâre standing, you wonder how many excuses could you possibly dream up to get it back in yours. Should you pretend to fall?
No. Not quite worth your self respect.Â
âYou knowâŚâ you muse, reveling in the brief brush of him against your back as he holds open the door for you, âitâs a good thing you didnât become, like⌠a medical doctor.â
Now walking side by side on the street, he glances over at you, a poorly veiled smile on his perfect face. Like a trap door brushed over with a few leaves. He wants you to see it.
âWhyâs that?â
A breeze ruffles your hair. The brisk cold and the walk seem to be making things crisper already. You shrug, bunching your sleeves in your hands against the increasingly frigid night. The skirt and tights youâd chosen were perfect for a stuffy dive bar. Not so much for an early DC spring.Â
âNobody wants a hot doctor.â
He looks down at the sidewalk, hands pocketed, but the curve of his lips doesnât lessen. Â
âHm. Youâre drunker than I thought.â
âWhat? No! Iâmâbarely!â Again he laughs at you, and again you flush, looking down and counting the cracks in the pavement as you journey slowly under the bath of yellow street lights. âWhy do you say that?â
âBecause you called me hot.â He sounds almost delighted as he grins sheepishly around the final word.Â
You snort. Youâve said worse things, more graphic things within the past few hours aloneâbut you suppose theyâve all been more like dirty jokes than compliments.Â
âYeah. You think you arenât?â
Sandy locks fall side to side as he carefully measures a response. His cologne is warmâsort of smoky. Itâs very nice. He doesnât seem like heâd wear cologne. Have you already thought about his cologne tonight? Once was probably enough.Â
âI just think sober you wouldnât have said that.â
âBut donât you prefer it when Iâm aggressively flirting with you? I mean, I know I do it sober too, but it's not as good, right?â
A silent stretch begins and shortly ends, and you donât mind it. Right now, everything is a winding path through the woods. Youâre willing to follow any fork off the trail if it means spending more time with him.Â
âI guess I wasnât aware that was what you were doing.â
âOh, bullshit,â you laugh, and it echoes through the canyon of a nearby alley, âIâm not subtle, Reid.â
âI donât know! Youâfor all I know thatâs just how you are! I mean, what did Emily call them earlier, yourâyour fuck-me eyes?â
Like he does when heâs flustered, he gets shrill and stuttery. Itâs nice to be reminded that heâs still a complete dork on the insideâand the outside, too, as pink stains his cheeks like watercolor. You smirk at him in your periphery, watching him against the darkened city backdrop.Â
âYou noticed those, huh?â
âNo,â he denies forcefully, but his brow is pinched like he doesnât quite believe himself, âI mean, yes, I notice when you look at other people like that, but thatâs not what I would call themâI wouldnât call them anything, Iâd just call them your eyes, you know? Not that you always look like youâre soliciting⌠the implication isnât there, itâs justâI notice when you flirt with other people! With Emily, and Derek, like, not even half an hour ago. Youâre lucky Hotch wasnât there. Youâd probably have given him a heart attack.â
âIâm more concerned with yours, to be honest.â
âMy heart is fine,â he laughs. âWorry about my dignity.â
âHm. I was going for both. Guess Iâd better try harder.â
You donât notice youâve come to a stop until youâre face to face in front of his vintage Volvo. Spencer is standing closer than usual, hands perpetually stuck in that nice wool coat. Heâs all windswept and pretty, smiling crookedly and eyes sparkly with humor. A strand of hair sticks to your lip gloss, and you brush it away, tucking it behind your ear and squinting up at him against the chilly breeze. The flush is either from the nip in the air or your brazen flirting.Â
âOr, you could go easy on me. Iâm frail. Like a⌠sickly Victorian child.â
Again his brow knits and he smiles like he knows what heâs said is ridiculous. But his tone is gentler now. Softer. Invites you to fall in deeper and see what you might find.Â
âAnd ruin all my fun? Toughen up, Reid.â
For a long moment, you donât get a responseâonly his eyes, soft and thoughtful on you, before youâre distracted by the sweet bow of his lips. If he notices youâre staring, it doesnât seem to bother him.Â
But something evidently does, as when he next speaks, itâs troubled. Curiosity straining against a rope that says maybe itâs better if I donât ask.Â
���Do⌠do you actually flirt with me? When youâre sober, I mean.â
He expects to be ridiculed. In his most vulnerable moments, heâs still bracing for rejectionâturning his cheek slightly so heâs ready for the stinging blow. It opens a fissure in your chest. You frown, and speak gently.Â
âYeah, Spence. More than anyone else. You really donât notice?â
Sometimes his face is so expressive, in the pull of his brow and tightening of his eyes and the way he wets his lips. But he probably doesnât know that. And he canât seem to meet your eyes, instead choosing to study the leather of your heeled boots. Sounds of late-night traffic, of tires on wet asphalt buffer the pauses between sentences.Â
âI notice⌠when you talk to Derek and Emily and JJ and Penelope the exact same way you talk to me. I didnât thinkâŚâ
Another gap in conversation, filled with the chatter of some group pouring out of a bar somewhere. You realize heâll need some gentle prompting to bridge it.Â
âYou didnât think what?â
When his eyes flash back up to meet yours, you have a feeling like heâs shutting the pipes off.Â
âItâsâuhââ he clears his throatâ âitâs not important, we canâweâll talk about it a different time. We shouldââ
âWait.â
Heâd been turning away but snaps right back to look at you as if on command, wearing a brand new face that tells you heâd like to wipe the past minute or so completely away.Â
âYeah?â
âSpencer. I wanna know what you were going to say.â
âI told you. Itâs nothing.â
âYou didnât tell me. You mumbled evasively and walked away. We were in the middle of something and IÂ want to know what you were going to say. Please?â
âWell, youâre drunk,â he finally sighs, and itâs a bit sharp. Stinging.Â
âI am not drunk,â you defend, and it feels true, with a bitter cold lashing at your cheek and blood heightened from the walk. âYou know Iâm not too drunk to have a coherent conversation. Why are you being weird?â
âBecause I asked you to drop it! We canât have this conversation right now, all right? I shouldnât have brought it up.â
Your stomach flips, and your breath comes a little heavier. Spencer is clearly frustrated with you. Maybe being on the wrong end of this mild vexation, and so suddenly, should make you feel guilty, or some kind of badâbut all you feel is a sort of buzz in the tips of your fingers and the thrum of your heart, something deeper than excitement pooling in your veins at having inspired this sort of passion. It means he feels something. Something for you.Â
âIâm sorry,â he tries halfheartedly, unable or more likely unwilling to stay angry at you for very long, âyou didnâtââ
âWhat conversation?â
Itâs jarring how quickly this has spun on its head. The very air youâre breathing seems to have changed. The metropolitan soundscape is a rife undercurrent of tension and louder from all the words unsaid.Â
Finally he swallows.Â
âThereâs no conversation. Iâmâit was a poor choice of wording. I just meant we should get you home.â
Before he can make it to the driverâs side door, youâre calling out.Â
âYou think I donât like you. And I just flirt with you âcause I flirt with everyone.â
Spencer stops, and turns to face you once more, sighing and head dropped to one side like youâre doing something incredibly inconsiderate. Heâs never looked at you like that before, but you donât let it shake you.Â
âThatâs what this is about, right?â
He says your name, but you donât let him get further than that.Â
âNo, I think there is a conversation here, and saying Iâm not sober enough to have it isnât fair and you should have said something before and I think you should just say it now.â
Youâre pushing his buttons with a heavy hand, though your own voice shakes. Heâs feeling it tooâyouâve never been so short with each other. His voice is raised.Â
âWhat am I supposed to say?âÂ
It boils over.Â
âThat you like me!â
It rings.Â
Then itâs silent.Â
His face is mostly blank. A little sorrowful around his eyes.Â
Itâs cold, jumping into the deep end like this.Â
âWe canât talk about this right now,â he finally says, glancing to the side as if to suggest a situation the size of the whole city.Â
âSpencer, Iââ
âItâs impossible to have a meaningful discussion until your judgement isnât impaired, otherwise itâsââ
âI am telling you that I flirt with you because IÂ really like you.â
âIââ
It appears youâve truly thrown him for a loop.  For a moment his jaw works at nothing, a soliloquy of words go unspoken, and then heâs stuttering and fumbling for the right thing to say, looking everywhere but at you.Â
âI canâtâthatâsâregardless of whether or not itâs even trueââ
âIt is true.â
âCould youâstop?â He pleads. âYou canât tell me that. I mean, the power imbalance when youâve been drinking and I havenâtâitâsâI mean, it's coercive. Because I brought it up, I asked an inappropriate questionâor at least started to ask it, and youânot that it was your fault, Iâm the responsible party in this instance, but if tomorrow you realize you never wanted to tell meâso I have to take that with a grain of salt. Iâm justâI have to pretend I didnât hear that, alright? And you canât say it again.â
Heâs ridiculous. You shift your weight onto one foot casually.Â
âThatâs not very nice. I just confessed to having a huge crush on you and youâre gonna leave me hanging?â
There is an undeniable sort of pleasure in the bright of his eyes, and you phrased it that way on purpose, just to see him preen and glowâalso to see if you could make him trip all over himself some more. Right now, despite the liminal space your relationship may or may not be occupying, youâre teasing him like you always do. Like heâs a friend, because he is. Before anything else.Â
He tries to glower, barely.Â
âWere you listening to me at all?â
âIt was hard with all the stammering. I thought you might pass out.â
âI might,â he grumbles, and the admission pleases you greatly. Your lips tug as you admire him for a momentâwatch his defenses go down and his features ease into something more inviting.Â
God, maybe you really had been too hard on him. Maybe he really didnât expect that you would like him back.Â
Youâre struck with the need to reassure.Â
A dampened clack emits from your shoe where the heel hits the ground as you step down off the curb.Â
âYou know⌠I do like you. A lot. I mean it. And Iâm glad I told you, because... you like me too, right?â
He raises his brows, like donât do anything stupid, as you approach unhurriedly. Itâs good to see that you havenât broken his spirit completely.Â
Less than a foot away, you stop. Close enough to be in his space. Too far for him to have the grounds to step back.Â
His eyes are careful on you, analytical as always, constantly predicting an infinite number of outcomes to any given scenario. Thatâs how he keeps his footing in the world. But heâs never very good at predicting you. And it helps that his razor sharp intellect is dulled, some, with affection. Attraction.Â
It shows in his eyes. Heâll let you push boundaries he knows he shouldnât. More so if you keep speaking to him this softly. Almost whispering.
âTell me you like me, Spencer.â
Because he hasnât yet. All the heavy lifting has been done for him, and that just wonât do.Â
First, he opens his mouth, and you watch the internal debate, a million things he could say, spinning round in his eyes like pinwheels. Rules, and buts, and caveats.
In the end, he just clears his throat. Speaks in the same secretive tone. Low enough to be intimate.
âI like you.â
Such a simple thing has never made you feel so airy before in your life. You steal another glance at his lips.
âSo itâs really not that complicated. We could probably just kiss.â
He tinges pink.
âWe definitely canât.â
âYou also said we couldnât talk about it, and yetâŚâ
âTalking is different. As far as Iâm concerned, nothing you say to me tonight is binding. Whatever just transpired happened completely off the record. We canâŚÂ talk about it tomorrow, but right now, you and I are friends.â
You shrug.
âFriends can kiss.â
âNo, they canât,â he says definitively, though not without a healthy dose of sardonic self-awareness and a dark smile. His hand finds your waist, and itâs glancing, if anything a light push, but youâre delighted nonetheless. Almost as pleased as if he really had kissed you. âItâs cold. Iâm ready to leave.â
Youâve pushed him enough for one night. And it is cold. So you shuffle around the car with quick steps to the passenger side door, hooking your fingers under the biting metal handle and waiting for him to unlock the vehicle.Â
Youâre shivering as your thighs press against leather upholstery, only the thinnest layer of synthetic material protecting your legs. Spencer is already starting the car, but the engine is too cold to bother turning the heat on yet.Â
âI think itâs colder in here than outside. Look at my hand.â You hold it up for him, and it is discolored, waxy, as he mindlessly takes it between his own much warmer ones. âI thought alcohol was supposed to keep you warm. Didnât that chef on the Titanic survive hours in the ocean because he was hammered?â
âThatâs a myth. Not the chefâhe did survive, but it was a complete anomaly. Alcohol causes vasodilation in the dermis layer of the skin, so you feel warmer, but it draws blood flow away from your internal organs and significantly raises your likelihood of developing hypothermia.â
Does he notice how heâs holding your hand? Carefully pressing his thumbs to the center of your palm and pushing up through your love and life lines, cupping the fingers, before sandwiching them between his own and generating friction the way a child furiously rolls a play-doh worm?
âI guess Iâm really not that drunk, then.â
Heâs not expecting it, and maybe he doesnât know what to make of your exceptionally gentle tone at first. It was a mistake, you think, as he relinquishes his hold on your hand, and you curl it to retain the memory of his warmth. But then he tucks hair behind your ear, like heâs done once or twice before, and smiles in a way you donât quite understand.Â
âI know.â
You wonât push him. You wonât ask for anything else, and you wonât demand an explanation. Spencer is special. It can all wait, because you have something good with him already. Something important. Something like holding hands.Â
It comes as a surprise when he leans across the console, and you lean in a trance to meet him, and another surprise when he gently redirects, pressing his lips to your cheek, close enough to match the corners of your mouths and nothing more.Â
Youâd let him do it a hundred times over, but he draws back after a fraction of a lingering second, and finds your hand to stroke the back of it, forgotten in your lap.Â
âYou said no kissing,â you murmur, as if in a dream. If you had the wherewithal to be embarrassed maybe you wouldnât be ogling so much.Â
âCompromise.â
If anything, you should be the cheek-kisser. But there will be time to feel slighted about that later. Time to amend. For now, you look ahead robotically.Â
âIs there a rule against friendly hand-holding?â
âProbably,â he says.
But he lets you hold his hand in your lap the whole drive to your apartment, anyway.Â
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Just the tip
* part of âboyfriend chroniclesâ â can be read as a stand-alone.
ę¨ pairing: mingyu x f!oc
ę¨ genres: non idol!au, established relationship, fluff, smut, slice of life.
ę¨ summary: he tried his best, he really did. but lord, for how long could he control himself when you looked like a pretty, little angel, all his to ruin?
ę¨ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~9.5K Â
ę¨ warnings/tags: fluff (called me single in 100 languages typa way), plentiful pda, theyâre so in love that it repulses me /j, profanity, explicit sexual content; dom/sub undertones (a bit of switch action as well), semi-public sex, breast play, biting/marking, size kink, praising, pet names, fingering, teasing, dacryphilia, begging, âjust the tipâ, unprotected, penetrative sex, big d*ck!gyu, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), creampie â this is a work of fiction and it doesnât represent mingyu in any way.  Â
ę¨ a/n: this series is slowly starting to look like my villain origin story đ... like wdym i canât have kim mingyu đđ? *sigh* anyway, itâs been a while, enjoy <3!
His footsteps are light despite him being in a hurry. Itâs almost as if he could start flying at any moment. Mingyu wishes that was an option. The sunlight filtering through his living room windows barely makes it to the kitchen, where heâs struggling miserably.Â
Large, shaky hands grip onto the petite looking sliders he has just finished making, carefully placing them inside the various colorful lunch boxes splayed out on the kitchen island. Mingyu is heaving ever so slightly, a bit of perspiration starting to collect on his forehead. Heâs nervous. And itâs silly, he knows. But he canât help his rushing heart that is hammering against his chest.Â
Itâs been over ten minutes since you texted him that youâre on your way to the park you two are going to meet up for your date. And heâs still here, in his pjâs, trying to finish packing the picnic basket as quickly as possible without absolutely destroying it. Even though Mingyu woke up criminally early with the intentions to cook everything himself, he somehow managed to fall behind because of the stupid cupcake batter that refused to make anything edible out of itself.Â
With what feels like the umpteenth sigh of the day, he manages to complete arranging the boxes inside the basket. However, he almost slips while hurrying to reach his bedroom. A string of curses leave Mingyuâs pouty lips, the muscles in his arms flexing to support his whole body against the wall. He still needs to get ready, leave his house, and buy some sort of dessert from the local bakery before finally meeting you.
Thanking himself for picking up and ironing the outfit yesterday night, he dresses up in a flash. Mingyu ponders if he should do something with his hair, but ends up keeping it the way it currently is. Sure, it is kind of messy, but it also gives him that âcasually sexyâ look. A satisfied smirk and the bare minimum skincare along with sunscreen later, he regards himself in the mirror for one last time. Looking more than good to go.
That state of peace only lasts for a moment though. Not wanting to be even more late than he already is, Mingyu grabs his phone, wallet, keys and the basket. After another minute of scrambling, he puts on a random pair of loafers and heads out. Even though you havenât contacted him since earlier, he feels anxious. Who knows for how long youâve been waiting all alone?Â
His long legs help him blaze past the bustling neighborhood, hands clutching on the basketâs handle in an attempt to stop it from swaying unsteadily. Mingyu is so wrapped up in his thoughts of you that he actually walks past the bakery â before realizing and taking a 180° turn. The elderly owner smiles at him brightly as he enters the cozy shop, somehow catching up on what exactly is happening with the usually calm and collected guy he has seen for so long. âAah, Mingyu! Welcome, my boy! Long time no see, eh? What brought you here all of a sudden? Mayhaps a special day with a special someone?âÂ
âHi, Mr. Owen! Hah, really though⌠I donât remember the last time I found myself having a little dessert. Glad to be back here! Although, Iâm just gonna pretend that I didnât hear the last partâŚâ Mingyu trails off, eyes taking in the pretty pastries and all sorts of baked goodness displayed in front of him. His heart jumps a little when he thinks about how your face contorts in pure joy whenever you ravish the sugar rush from something sweet. âUh anyway! Please pack me a dozen of these pastel colored macarons! And maybe four of those glazed donuts? Oh my god⌠are those heart shaped pies?? Looks so cute! Please pack two of them too!âÂ
The man nearing his late 60s canât help but laugh at Mingyuâs excited rambling as he points at the things he wants. âCalm down, calm down, Iâll get to everything one by one.â He folds up some new boxes before putting the delicate confectioneries into them. âYou really donât have to say anything though, the answers are written all over your face.âÂ
Mingyu, who was busy admiring the heart shaped pies, looks up, confused. âHuh?âÂ
âThe question I asked earlier. Which you pretended to not hear. The answer to it is written all over your face.â Owen shakes his head with a smile on his face.Â
âOhââ Mingyu looks down at his feet. Is he really that obvious? But even if he is, should he care about it? Feeling happy and elevated to meet his girlfriend doesnât always need to be embarrassing.Â
âDonât mind my little teasing now, will you? Do you want me to put these in your basket?â Heâs brought back to reality by Owenâs voice. Mingyu nods and brings the picnic basket up on the counter.Â
While the old man adds up the prices to write a bill after carefully putting all the desserts in the almost full basket, Mingyu finds himself zoning out. Would you like all the things heâs bringing? What if you have some secret allergy he doesnât know yet, and youâre unable to eat? A pout forms on his lips. But then he remembers â heâs been pretty late by now, and youâre waiting for him in a place youâre not familiar with at all.
He hurriedly pays and grabs his basket, apologizing to Owen for not being able to hang around longer and leaving immediately. Once heâs outside again, he quickly takes his phone and calls your number. Mingyu almost feels jittery, scenarios going through his head that arenât exactly nice. Thankfully for him, you pick up after a few rings, greeting him cheerily.
âMingyu! Hello baby! Iâm here already, are you on your way?â Â
That alone is enough for the six feet tall, grown ass man to wish he could disintegrate into thin air right now. Not in a negative way, though. He just finds it extremely devastating that you called him âbabyâ like that. But Mingyu is quick to recover from that feeling. âHi angel, Iâm on my way!! Iâm sorry you have to wait there all alone⌠Iâm like a three minute walk away from the park. Do you, maybe, wanna keep talking over the phone?â
âAw sure! And donât worry about it please, Iâm just standing beneath a large tree and enjoying the scenery! Itâs so pretty here!âÂ
Three minutes feel like thirty seconds with you, as he already gets through the parkâs elegant looking entrance. His eyes immediately start searching for you. âBaby, I just got through the main gate! Where are you?âÂ
âOh! That was quick, Gyu; should I come over to the entrance?âÂ
âNono princess! Stay where you are, Iâll be there. Just give me some directions!â Mingyu insists. To his surprise, you donât give up for your cause.
âWhy?â Your voice is nearly a whine, âItâll be way easier if I just go where you are!âÂ
With his heart doubling in his chest from fondness, he sighs, âFine⌠I guess. Come over quickly then, will you?âÂ
âYep yep, already on my way! I canât wait to see you!â You giggle excitedly, keeping your eyes on the path as you wander back towards the main gate. Mingyu waits by the side of a decorative statue for you. His gaze is searching, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person heâs grown to adore endlessly.Â
Itâs only a matter of seconds for you to spot each-other, two pairs of eyes lighting up with joy. You run to him giddily, colliding into his firm chest that youâve fallen asleep on several times now. His large arms wrap around your small frame to pull you closer, as if on instinct.
You inhale his scent deeply, a mix of his cologne and the smell of fresh laundry from his black polo shirt. However, you do avoid getting your face smushed up against himâ for the sake of your skincare and makeup. Both of you stay locked in each otherâs embrace for a while, before eventually pulling away.
âYou look so unbelievably pretty, my love.â Mingyu leans down to place a kiss on your head. âAnd smelling like a dream, as well.â Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you fiddle with the belt loops of his beige trouser.
Only now, youâve become aware of exactly how fucking good he looks today. This black polo fits him like a glove, paired with trousers that accentuate his long legs. Oh and, he also has a pair of eyeglasses that adorns his handsome face. The whole imagery is pretty devastating to your brain as it fails to process everything your eyes have registered. Why is it even legal to look like this?
You suddenly feel majorly weak in the knees, but Mingyu supports you with his unoccupied hand, flashing you a cocky grin. âWhat happened, baby?â He teases, clearly aware of the effect he has on you. You hold onto his arms and regain composure, clearing your throat from embarrassment.Â
âUhm, you look⌠really really great as well.â His eyes twinkle as he smiles upon your compliment, the hand around your waist pressing you into him. Your heart flutters in your chest from the close exposure. Mingyu seems a bit more touchy-touchy than usual, considering that you guys are in public.
âAll for you, my angel,â your boyfriend mutters right against your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. As if that wasnât satisfactory enough, he lets his lips brush over the shell of your ear, catching you even more off-guard. What the hell is in the air today?Â
âUhmâ letâs go find a spot for our date? Or are we gonna just stand here?â You look up at Mingyu questioningly, doe eyes causing his heart to skip a beat. He sighs, just slightly annoyed with how his mind goes to unspeakable places with just that.
âOf course, baby, letâs find a place to sit down.â He smiles brightly, watching you wrap your smaller arm around his. To his dismay, his hungry eyes once again take in how pretty and irresistible you look in this flowy, white sundress.Â
The soft material caresses your thighs with each stride; Mingyu wishes it was his hand instead. Itâs absurd, but the way this dress has pretty flowers and hearts printed across it makes him wanna mark you up. The poofy sleeves, the sweetheart neckline that shows just enough to drive him crazy â God. Even the way your hair is loosely braided with stray locks tucked behind your ear? He genuinely wants to cancel all plans and take you to his home and do you all day.
Itâs crazy, really. How can you just look like that and expect anyone to act like a normal functioning human? Mingyu shakes his head a little and inhales shakily. You deserve to get pampered on a picnic date as much as you deserve to get mind-blowing orgasms.Â
âYouâre not paying attention to me at allâŚâ The sound of your dejected voice breaks him out of his reverie. Shit.
âNo, no! Baby, please, Iâm sorry⌠Uh, to be painfully honest with you, Iâm distracted because you look so exceptionally pretty, like an angel whoâs descended on Earth. But still, Iâm really sorry for not listening to what you have to say. I promise Iâll focus from now on!!â He laces your fingers together and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.Â
âYouâre such a flatterer, Kim Mingyu.â You try to hide your smile, sounding a bit angry to tease him. Your beloved boyfriend hates it when you call him by his full birth name; and this time is no different. However, to your surprise, instead of throwing a tantrum like he usually does, Mingyu leads you to the side of the path.Â
âWhaââ you start, but close your mouth out of shock when he covers your frame entirely and leans down to press a sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands press against his toned stomach for support, your head emptying entirely. His lips are so soft against yours, the heat radiating from his body warming you up a bit too much.Â
You pull away first, your whole face heated from his sudden action. As you take deep breaths to compensate for the air you lost during the kiss, Mingyu finally speaks up. âDonât be mad at me today, my love. Please. Iâm gonna be so, so sad. I promise Iâll do better but god, please donât be upset.â His lips have formed his signature pout, your heart melting at the spot.Â
You let your thumb caress over his pout, tip-toeing to peck him. Mingyuâs lips stretch into a smile, his unoccupied hand curling around your waist. âYouâre so cute, how can I be mad at you?â You giggle, absolutely adored by this soft giant begging you to not be upset.Â
âIf I am cute, then what are you, princess?â Mingyu grins, nuzzling your hand before you move it away. You shake your head, not willing to debate on whoâs the cutest.Â
âAnyway, we should really find a place to sit down and get our picnic started. I was just saying that there arenât a lot of people in the park right now, but we should still find a place with enough privacy.âÂ
The way Mingyu nods is like a puppy tilting its head. God, the way youâd commit arson for this guy. With a soft sigh, you continue. âAnd, I also have my own basket, which I left at an empty space I found by where I was standing. Letâs go there first, then we can move further into the park where not a lot of people will potentially find or bother us.âÂ
It takes you guys a few minutes to go and fetch your own basket, and probably another ten to fifteen minutes to find a spot for your picnic date. Mingyu is extremely happy with the grassy little patch surrounded by tall bushes and large trees, a big smile on his face as he takes out the picnic blanket he brought along. He canât wait to show you all the food he made.Â
Once heâs done setting the blanket, you take off your pastel pink mary janes and settle down on the blanket with your picnic basket nearby. Mingyu looks at you, a bit surprised. âYouâre taking off your shoes?â The question makes you narrow your eyes.Â
âAnd why wouldnât I be taking off my shoes? To make this brand new blanket dirty?â His mouth forms an âOâ shape, before he nods. You canât help but raise an eyebrow at him. âYou can keep your shoes on, if you want. Thereâs no need to stink up this place.â
âHEY! Iâm not that unhygienic, that last time I just forgot about laundry for some reason. I already told you⌠And Iâm not wearing any socks todayâŚâ Mingyu trails off, discarding his loafers with a âhmphâ.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry. Stop sulking, Gyu.â You watch him as he sits down as well, adjusting his trousers a bit to be more comfortable in this position. He overlooks you for now, reaching for his basket and carefully taking out the desserts first. Then, he produces a bunch of different tupperwares out of it, placing all the food in the center of the mat, between you two.Â
You reach for your own basket as well, cautiously eyeing your boyfriend who seems to be extremely invested in unpacking all the food. The only things youâve brought along today for the picnic date are flowers, a flower vase, a small canvas and some tubes of watercolor, besides your necessary belongings. Although itâs kinda embarrassing, it canât be helped because Mingyu insisted on bringing everything for the date.Â
âGyu,â you murmur, hands anxiously gathering the loosely made bouquet inside your basket. Itâs oddly nerve-wracking. Youâve never really received or given flowers in a relationship before.Â
âHm?â He doesnât look up, eyes furrowed as he rummages through his basket. With a sharp inhale, you slowly retrieve the flowers, extending them towards him. Mingyu immediately turns to look at your shaky hands holding a bouquet of Jasmine and Lilacs, his face heating up as he realizes whatâs going on.
â____, my baby,â he coos, bringing his hands to wrap around your trembling ones. âIt looks so pretty, did you bring them for me?â You avoid eye-contact, but nod to give him confirmation. The wave of weird emotions that hits Mingyu is hard for him to explain. Usually, heâs been the one giving flowers to his partners in relationships. But, being on the receiving end for the first time, he feels as if heâs on top of the world.Â
âCâmere.â He leans in to grab your waist, bringing you closer to him, before hoisting you up a little to place you on his lap. Mingyu fixes your dress, then pulls you closer to rest against his chest. His left hand remains wrapped up around your midsection. âThank you so much, love. Iâm over the moon that you got me flowers. Iâm so lucky to be dating you, angel.â He presses a kiss on your cheek, your heart almost bursting inside your chest.Â
âDo you know Victorian floriography?â you look at him, slightly embarrassed. When he shakes his head as ânoâ, you go on, âItâs the language of flowers. Back then, gifted flowers used to have hidden meanings⌠But itâs kinda coming back in trend, I guess.âÂ
âOh,â Mingyu ponders, âThen, does this bouquet of Jasmine and Lilacs have a secret message as well?â You nod, looking up at him with a shy smile.Â
âFind it out later, okay? For now, please explain what youâve brought along in so many boxesâŚ?â Trying to change the topic, you take away the flowers to put them inside the vase you brought along, settling it in an empty space between all the packed boxes of desserts.
He chuckles nervously, suddenly remembering all the food he brought. âUh⌠right. I mightâve gone a bit overboard with it, but I promise, sixty percent of everything you see is made by me, with so much love.âÂ
âWhoa!â you exclaim. âThatâs a lot of things you made with your own hands⌠Iâm honored.â Mingyu presses a kiss on the side of your neck, nuzzling it affectionately. Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you stop yourself from making any noises. Itâs⌠weird that heâs being so intimate while you are pretty much in public. But god, does it do things to youâŚÂ
âYou havenât tasted anything yet, though. Heck, let me show you whatâs inside first.â He reaches for the closest tupperware, and to your surprise, you see various, colorful fruits, all cut up in small heart shapes and laid out in rows.Â
âOmg, so cute!!â you squeal, clapping your hands together in excitement. Mingyu beams at you, clearly happy with your reaction.Â
âHehe, thereâs a lot more to see!â He stretches to grab two more boxes, each revealing tteok-bokki, your mouth inevitably watering from the sight. Youâve had these delicious rice cakes made by him a few times prior, and you loved it to bits.Â
He leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder. âShould I take out the chopsticks?â Mingyu closes the box with fruits in it, moving it to the side. âLetâs go from spicy to sweet, hm? I also made tiny sliders because you seem to like miniature food a lot! After these, we can have the desserts!âÂ
You nod in agreement, snuggling up to him more. Receiving treatment like this makes you feel like a princess. Even though youâre not sure how much he has brought along, you internally make up your mind to at least taste everything and applaud the effort he put into it. Â
Once you guys are done eating everything he had prepared himself, you urge Mingyu to take a break and save the desserts for the very end. He agrees, not willing for the date to end anytime soon.Â
âI brought along something else as well⌠if you let me go for a bit, I can take my basket and you can hold me again.â You say after a while of chatting about this and that. Your boyfriend eyes you curiously, loosening his arms around your waist momentarily. That is enough for you to grab your basket and settle down on his lap again.Â
âWhat did you bring? Iâm so curious! Waitâ tubes of paint?!â To add more to his surprise, you take out the small canvas, a literal gasp escaping Mingyu. âWhat can we possibly do with these? I donât see any brushesâŚâÂ
âItâs so surprising to me that youâre always on Instagram, yet you have no clue about this.â You tease, placing the canvas in a position where both of you can access it very comfortably. He raises an eyebrow at your comment, feeling very attacked. But he refrains from saying anything.
âLetâs just start doing it, okay? Itâll make sense immediately because itâs nothing complicated.â You sigh, taking Mingyuâs palm in yours. He looks confused as you take the red watercolor tube first, getting rid of the cap and squeezing out a generous amount on the top of pinky finger.Â
âOhâŚâ He lets you take his hand and bring it to the center of the tiny canvas, pressing the paint covered finger carefully against the paper. âBut whatâs that supposed to do? It just looks like a blob of paintâŚâ Mingyu looks at you questioningly as you retreat his pinky from the canvas.Â
âOh hush, donât be so impatient!â You scold him jokingly, pointing towards a bunch of tissues. âClean up your finger now! Youâll find out soon enough.â He puffs out his lower lip, reaching for a tissue while grumbling.
You take the tube of blue watercolor and cover your whole thumb with a thick layer of paint. Mingyu watches you curiously while you press on your thumb in the opposite direction of his âblob of paintâ, trying to get the sizes as close as possible. âThat is so fucking adorable?!â Your boyfriend erupts in cute aggression when you lift up your thumb, revealing a heart made with your fingerprints.Â
âItâs so cute, youâre so cute, fuck, Iââ He stops himself before any inevitable words roll off his tongue. Mingyu is well aware that you prefer to take things slow, and he wants to make sure that you can process everything at your own pace. His thoughts are interrupted by your giggles.Â
He tightens his hands right beneath your chest, pushing you close to nuzzle the crook of your neck. âIs it that funny? So fun to watch me lose my shit because of how fucking adorable you are, hm?â
âItâs not like thatâŚâ you murmur, goosebumps all over your body. âI just thought that itâs kinda amusing how you were all clueless and nagging about it earlier, then suddenly, you were screaming about how cute this is.â Itâs hard for you to not make any sounds when heâs caressing your sensitive areas, but you attempt to keep your voice low and steady.Â
Mingyu wishes he could explain how much that tiny heart shaped painting actually means to him. Itâs almost like all your heart is into those two blobs of red and blue paint, looking back at him, telling him secrets youâve never shared with him before. He feels all warm and fluffy inside, his senses all wrapped around your nuances. âCan I keep that for myself?âÂ
âOf course!â You smile brightly at him, extremely giddy that he wants to keep this small token of your feelings for him which will last way longer than the flowers. âLet the paint dry first, though.âÂ
âSure, baby.â He squeezes you in his arms. âCan we have the desserts now? I know it doesnât look like it, but there are plenty of them.â Mingyu whines, feeling sort of desperate to show you everything he bought earlier. Thankfully for him, you nod, perking up at the mention of many desserts.Â
He reaches for the box with pies first, knowing very well youâll absolutely adore them. And you do, blessing his ears with one of those cute squeals of yours, eyes sparkling at the sight in front of you. âOMG!! So pretty! And it looks delicious!âÂ
âMhm, I had a feeling youâd love to have these. Letâs dig in!â Mingyu takes out a small bottle of hand sanitizer, squirting out some of it on both of your hands. These pies are very conveniently palm-sized. With its crust shaped like a heart, ruby red filling made out of cherries â it sure does make you feel hungry just by looking at it.Â
âCâmon, take a bite,â your boyfriend muffles out, mouth already full of the big bite he has just taken. You nod gingerly, taking a shy bite of the pie as well. The buttery, flaky crust, paired up with a bit of the sweet cherries melt in your mouth, a satisfied sound rumbling in your throat.Â
âMm, itâs really good!â The smile on your face is like a whole trophy to Mingyu. You liked it. Heâs so glad that he canât really explain.Â
âYay!!! I got you donuts and macaroons as well!â He blurts out, all giddy looking at you savoring the sweet dessert. Once youâre done with the pie, he reaches for the boxes of both donuts and macarons, earning a small whine from you.
âI canât eat that much⌠Iâm almost full.âÂ
âWhy? You only ate a littleâŚâ A frown forms on your boyfriendâs lips.
âGyu. I had a ton of tteok-bokki. Then sliders. Then fruits. On the dessert side, I already had a pie. Iâm really, really, sorry, but that looks like a lot of macarons and donuts. My stomach will either burst or Iâll just throw up at the end of this!â You try your best to make your point stand, pleading with your eyes for him to understand.
Mingyu heaves out a sigh. âFineee. Youâre gonna take the macarons back home with you, then. I bought these especially for you. And Iâm not listening to any complaints about that.âÂ
âGyu, that kinda makes me feel bad though⌠you basically did everything for this date.âÂ
âBaby, I did everything voluntarily because I wanted to treat you like this. Like you deserve to be treated. And câmon now! You brought flowers for me, and came up with a fun little activity to do. What about all the dates weâve had before that were totally planned by you? So pretty please, with a cherry on top, donât turn me down?âÂ
You turn in his lap to face him, blinking back the silly tears that clouded your vision. He hums in approval as you wind your arms around his neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss. Although, you pull back soon enough, resting your foreheads together instead. âYou mean so much to me,â you mutter, eyes locking with him.Â
A strange warmth spreads throughout Mingyu, radiating inside-out and filling up his heart. He doesnât really know what to say back â simply because heâs over aware of the fact that he is completely and utterly in love with you. But he doesnât want to hurry, he wants to move with you, as you slowly open up your petals to him, like a flower does to a sun.Â
âI wish there were words in my vocabulary capable of explaining how much you mean to me.â He smiles softly, pressing a butterfly kiss to the corner of your lips. Mingyu absolutely adores the sound of your giggle that drifts to his ears.Â
âYouâre so cheesy, I kinda like it.âÂ
âJust 'kinda'?â He canât help his own chuckle. âAnd here I thought I was getting a lot of charm points for being cheesy.âÂ
âYou can be cheesy all you want, baby. I think most of your charm points come from your physical features at a first glance.â You boop his nose, both of you bursting out in laughter.Â
âAre you saying that Iâm handsome?âÂ
âMhm. Very handsome, in fact. Very tall as well. Very⌠very big too.â You can see the playful glint vanishing from his eyes. Mingyu inhales a shaky breath.Â
âLetâs get to those donuts now. Please?âÂ
You nod, moving around to get back on your previous position. He bites back a groan as your hands feel around, squeeze and grab on his thighs before you settle down. âWhat donuts did you bring?âÂ
âGlazed donuts, cause you really liked them the last time!â He wraps an arm around your waist, adjusting you to be closer to him. Mingyu is well aware that heâs barely holding up. But, heâs trying to convince himself that being closer to you can get him through his⌠hard times.
âWhoa omg these look so good?!â His inner monologue is interrupted by your squeal. A small smile curls up his lips.Â
âRight? Dig in, baby!â He encourages, leaning forward to take a donut for himself. You follow suit, excited to bite into the sugary heaven.Â
The sweet dough crumbles in your mouth upon the first bite, the sugar glaze hitting your taste buds just right. As you savor the pleasant taste of it, a satisfied hum rumbles in your throat. âGyu, this tastes heavenly. Way better than the last time we had it! And I loved the ones we got back then?!â
âIâm so glad, my angel. Iâll get you more the next time we meet up~â Your boyfriend nuzzles your hair affectionately, his heart doubling in his chest from adoration. Itâs hard to explain how great he feels simply by seeing you happy, enjoying your food. Maybe, itâs because Mingyu himself loves to eat heartily and cook for his people; he hopes that he can see you like this forever.Â
It would be so nice, he would cook for you everyday and help you out whenever you felt like cooking, and dine-out and order in as your heart desires.Â
Youâre almost done with your second donut by now, but Mingyu hasnât said anything or even touched his portion after saying that heâd bring you more. Kind of worried, you turn your head to look at him, finding his eyes transfixed on you.Â
â... Hello? Whyâd you go silent? Is something in my hair orââ you stop halfway when you notice his gaze has shifted to your lips now. It makes you swallow nervously, anticipation building up in your system. You know that look all too well.Â
âThereâs something on your lips.â His voice is nonchalant, relaxing your senses a bit. You nod, attempting to wipe off the crumbs with your hand, but he catches your wrist, leaning in swiftly to wrap your lower lip between his.Â
Goosebumps spread all over your body, hands automatically winding around his neck as he suckles on the delicate flesh of your lips. His free hand rests against the small of your back, urging you to turn towards him fully.Â
You really donât understand how he can kiss you this good when you are yet to open up to his tongue. Your body has already started to heat up, breathing uneven. With shaky hands, you clumsily take off his glasses, his lips curling up in a smile against yours.Â
Soon enough, he coaxes your mouth open, his hand letting go of your wrist and cupping your jaw instead. You both moan simultaneously, crazed by the sweet aftertaste of the desserts. Mingyu is extremely eager, taking the lead as always, your body starting to quake from the mind numbing kiss.
Picking up on your struggle to breathe, he pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips. âYou have to keep breathing through your nose, baby. You canât just forget to breathe, even if Iâm kissing you so good for so long that your mind goes blank.âÂ
You flush at the mention of your usual complaint against him whenever he has to give you space to breathe during a make-out. âI⌠I try, I swear, but itâsâŚâ you trail off between huffs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
âAw, am I giving my princess a hard time?â Mingyu pats your head, nudging you to get back up. You nod, a small chuckle escaping him. âFuck, youâre so cute,â he leans in for a brief peck. âAnd so pretty, looking like a fairy today.âÂ
He returns to the kiss with full passion, tongue immediately entangling with yours, a low groan escaping him. You taste so maddeningly sweet, like an endless source of honey to his bee. He suckles on your tongue, his teeth nibbling on your lips, reducing you to an absolute mess. You are, quite literally, shaking, arousal dripping down your core and ruining the pretty lace thong you wore for todayâs date.Â
âAahââ you gasp as he trails down to press wet, sloppy kisses down your neck, hands pulling at the sleeves of your dress. You donât stop him, threading your fingers through the luscious locks of his wavy hair. Mingyu has nearly forgotten that you guys are technically in public, and has made you do the same. He drags your bra strap off your shoulder using his teeth, biting and sucking on the newly exposed skin.
One of his hands is wrapped around your waist to secure you, his other hand slipping beneath the skirt of your dress, stroking your thighs. Only now, you suddenly remember that youâre on a picnic date in a somewhat secluded part of a very public park. âMmâmingyuâ donâtââ you struggle with your words, overwhelmed by his ministrations. Heâs everywhere â touching, squeezing, licking, kissing and biting. âStop, please.â You whimper, his actions halting immediately.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Mingyu lifts his head to assess your situation, looking dazed himself, his voice hoarse. You swallow nervously, your own eyes glazed with tears that had appeared because he made you feel a bit too good.
âWe⌠weâre in public,â You state firmly. âWe can get caught in a very indecent state if we keep going.âÂ
Mingyu takes a look around the surroundings. Tall bushes and plenty of large trees cover this small patch of area entirely. He knew exactly what he was doing when he chose this spot. One would have to wander off very far into the park and physically push off bushes to get in here like you guys did. Which, to him, seems extremely unlikely.Â
âI wouldnât call this public, my love.â He takes both of your hands to entwine your fingers. âAnd I highly doubt someone would come this far and specifically peek around the bushes to catch us. You do remember how long it took us to get here, no?âÂ
âYeah⌠but, what ifââÂ
âThere are no âwhat ifâs, my angel. Even if someone did come this far into the park, theyâd still have to manhandle the bushes to be able to see whatâs on the other side. Please, trust meâŚâÂ
His broken look stirs something in you, and you lean in to touch your foreheads together. âI do trust you. And I want you as much as you want me,â you whisper shyly, your thong uncomfortably damp and sticking to your skin. âBut, wouldnât it be better if we go home quickly, and um, finish what we startedâŚ?âÂ
Mingyu sighs, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you as close as possible. âI donât think I can hang on for that long, baby. I need you so fucking bad. Iâve been struggling to keep myself together for an embarrassingly long time now. Youâ You just look so goddamn pretty. Like a tiny little fairy who is all mine to ruin. Fuck, just⌠just see what youâve done to me.â He takes one of your hands and guides it to his crotch, blood rushing to your face.Â
âIf you want me just as much as I do, you must be soaking wet, right?â His whisper is hot against your neck, right hand holding your own to his growing bulge while his left hand slips between your thighs. You gasp when he rubs his fingers against your ruined underwear, a satisfied grunt reverberating in his throat. âFuck.â Mingyu curses under his breath, his hips bucking up to your joined hands.
âYou really want us to go home in this state? Hm?â His voice is a whine, only adding more to your devastation. To be really honest, all logical reasoning left your system the moment he made you feel his hard-on. And then he had to feel your drenched thong in return as well, arousing you to the extent where you donât really give a fuck about being in the open anymore.
âHngh, fineâ do it quickly.â You whimper, every inch of you begging for his touch, to be relieved. Mingyu smiles, ecstatic upon your words, hungry lips finding yours for a kiss. You moan at the contact, pussy clenching around nothing.Â
âAs my princess wishes.â He hums, pulling down your dress to reveal your bra. His pupils dilate at the sight in front of him. Even when he dragged down the straps of your bra with his teeth, he didnât think youâd be wearing a rather provocative lacey piece today. âFuck,â Mingyu bunches up your dress around your waist, a groan escaping him.
Is this another fantasy of his? Cause no, fuck, you sure do look like it.Â
The delicate lace work barely covers anything, his cock throbbing inside the confines of his boxer-briefs. He feels like heâs high. âBaby,â your boyfriend rasps, âdo you even understand what you do to me? Hm?âÂ
âYou like it?â your voice is a whisper, fingers digging into his shoulder from nervousness. A part of you knows the answer already, but still, hearing it out loud from him always makes you feel butterflies.Â
âYouâre really asking me that? Fuck, I love it, youâre so fucking pretty, I canât believe that youâre real, and mine.â Mingyu groans, one of his hands reaching for your bra and pulling at its cups. His mouth immediately attaches to your left breast as soon as it is released. You gasp, body quivering at the touch. He bites and suckles on the soft flesh teasingly before reaching for your hardened nipple.Â
You whimper out his name, fingers gripping on his hair. The way his tongue swirls around and suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves makes you dizzy. More arousal leaks out of your core, desperation cresting higher and higher. You need him in you, right now.
But Mingyu is lost in your breasts, reaching for your right one after a while, teeth dragging over the nipple before his tongue slurps at it. You quiver and whine in his arms from all the sensations youâre feeling. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and he never slacks off at that.Â
âYouâre so perfect, my little angel.â Mingyu hums, his right hand groping your left boob. âFits so perfectly in my hand, so cute,â he murmurs before looking up at you. As he meets your tearful eyes, he loses a bit more of his sanity.Â
âDamn it, you look soââ he stops short, breathing heavily. Will he ever get used to the way you look during intimacy? Probably not. The flushed face, teary eyes and parted lips always gets him.
âGyu,â you whine, hugging him tightly. âIt hurts, please do something,â your whisper is hot against the shell of his ear. Mingyu canât help but smirk, wondering if he should tease you. âNeed you in me.â your sweet plea stirs him, more blood rushing towards the south.
âFuck it.â He reaches between your thighs, cupping your pussy. The soaked, warm fabric makes him growl. Your hips immediately start rocking, generating friction â something youâve been craving for so long now. You sigh in relief, using his hand to stimulate yourself.
âWhat if someone sees you like this right now? So needy, humping my hand?â Mingyu asks, amused. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. However, you donât stop moving your hips, inner walls clenching in desperation.Â
âDoâdonât say that,â you whimper, âso embarrassing.âÂ
âIs that so? But youâre still rubbing into my hand, though.âÂ
âItâs because you wonât help meâŚâÂ
Mingyu canât help but chuckle, his thumb finding your clit and pressing on it firmly. You scream out, a strong pulse of pleasure spreading through your nerves. He shushes you, alarmed. âShh, you canât be so loud today, baby⌠what if someone hears you and decides to check whatâs going on?âÂ
You bite your tongue, absorbing his words. The thought paralyzes you from embarrassment, but for some reason, your pussy has a mind of its own. âItâs all your fault,â you croon, âitâs all because you canât control yourself.âÂ
âI already said this like a hundred times, but, you look so fucking pretty in this cute little dress, baby. So fucking pretty. How am I supposed to control myself? When all I can think about is ruining my sweet angel?â Mingyu rasps, his calloused fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles. Youâre certain that your legs will give up at this rate, your whole body teetering from the stimulation.Â
âBuâbutââ you lower your voice to a whisper, âpeople will catch us like this, what then?â He presses a fleeting kiss on the corner of your lips, pushing the soaked lace of your thong to the side and sliding his middle finger between your labia against your slit. You swallow back a moan, biting the inside of your cheek.
âGuess youâre gonna have to keep it quiet in that case.â Mingyu pushes the digit into your sopping hole, making a âshlickâ sound that surprises both of you. âFuck, did you hear that? Did you hear how wet you are for me?â You squeeze him in response, nerve endings on fire. It feels so incredibly good to finally have something fill your aching core.Â
âMove, please,â you whimper, getting impatient. As if to test you, he slowly starts dragging his finger down, before pushing it back inside in a rough manner. You muffle your squeal against his shoulder, overwhelmed yet wanting more of him.
Soon enough, Mingyu loses the patience to tease you, his own urges kicking in. His ring finger slides into the depths of your molten warmth as well, your walls clenching around him from excitement. âYou drive me fucking crazy,â he hisses under his breath. Slow, languid movements let him feel the way your arousal coats his skin in a silky veil, making him feel kind of suffocated around his crotch.
âBaby,â you whine, âwanâ more, please.â The burning ache for a release fires through your system, every single one of your cells begging for more. A breathy laugh rings in your ears, to your dismay.
âWant what exactly, love?â Mingyuâs eyes are twinkling with mischief, knowing very well that heâs pushing your boundaries right now.Â
âHarder,â your choked whisper is hot against the shell of his ear. He clenches his teeth, thumb pressing down onto the swollen nub before anything. A gasp escapes you, face falling to rest in the crook of his neck, breathing uneven. His fingers pick up speed eventually, your lower stomach in knots, a shiver running down your spine. If your mouth wasnât pressed up against his skin, you probably wouldâve blabbered about how good heâs making you feel.Â
It doesnât take long for you to crest up towards the pinnacle, whole body convulsing, preparing itself for the rushing relief itâs about to experience. Mingyu, knowing very well that youâre about to finish, adds a third digit into your slippery warmth, seemingly triggering your orgasm. You muffle your cries in his neck, falling onto him as your legs give up entirely. He holds you securely with his free arm, feeling kinda dizzy himself. His neck is all slobbered up, covered with messy bites you left while trying to silence yourself.Â
It takes you longer than usual to recover, finding the strength to stand on your knees. Blood rushes to your face when you regard the state of your boyfriendâs neck, even the collar of his black polo a victim to your actions. Mingyu, on the other hand, barely holding on, finally starts to pull out his fingers from your pussy, your juices leaking out on his hand profusely from the movement. A breathy whimper escapes you, nerves alight for pleasure once again.Â
âFuck, take a look at this,â He holds up his hand between you two, the slightly viscous liquid catching the sunlight and glowing, making you flush. âYou treat me sâwell, baby, servinâ me liquid gold.â His words only make you even more embarrassed, eyes avoiding him at all costs. The lewd sound of his slurping sends a tingle through your core, droopy eyes shyly catching him lick his fingers clean. You shudder a little when he moans satisfactorily, eyes trained on you the whole time.
In a sudden surge of boldness, you reach out to caress his jawline, bringing him closer for a kiss. Mingyu hums, a smile forming on his lips before attacking your mouth with full force. You gasp and moan while he finds his way to your tongue, the growingly familiar taste of yourself on his saliva causing a new surge of arousal to your core. Quite desperate to feel him now, you fumble with the button on his trousers blindly, undoing it quickly before reaching for the zipper.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu pulls away with a hiss, his stomach tightening from the feeling of your hand lightly pressing onto his clothed cock. Your eyes greedily devour the outline of his boner, almost poking at the material of his boxer briefs. Pussy clenching at the thought of him filling you up, you pull at the waistband of his underwear.Â
âMy god, Mingyu,â you swallow nervously, unsure how to react as his heavy cock springs out of its confines, slapping against his tummy. Youâve never seen it this angry and twitching, head covered with a light sheen of his pre-cum. Heart almost beating out of your chest, you reach for him, hands delicately wrapping around his length and giving it a few, slow pumps.Â
âBaby, fuckââ His eyes shut close, teeth digging into his plump lower lip to restrict any noises. With your thumb, you spread the gathering pre-cum all over his tip, making him whimper in the process. If you donât get fucked right now, you might just lose your mind.Â
âNeed you,â you whisper, pressing a fleeting kiss on his nose. Mingyu looks as if heâs pained, a defeated sigh escaping him.Â
âMy love, Iâ I need you too. So, so bad, canât explain.â His eyes tear up suddenly, âB-butââÂ
âWhat happenedâŚ?â You ask, alarmed by his expression.
âIâ I donât have a condom.â He frowns, wrapping his arms around your back and burying his face in the comfort of your chest. âIâm so sorry, baby.â Your heart drops to your stomach because of how devastating his tone is.Â
âNooo! Itâs okay⌠um, we didnât know this would happen, yâknow? So, um, donât apologize, please. And donât talk like that.â You nudge him to look at you.Â
âYeah but⌠what are we gonna do now? We agreed to be safe from the beginning, soââ
âWell, Iâm on birth control for my periods either way, so itâs okay.â You cut him off, desperate for him at this point.Â
Mingyu looks up at you, hesitant. âAngel, are you really sure about that?â
A sigh escapes you. You know why he is feeling uncertain, you know that you are the reason. âGyu, I donât know anything, but I might just go crazy if you donât fuck me right now.â
He inhales a shaky breath, your words toying with the few last strings of self-control left in him. âOkay, what about this â Iâll only put the tip inside, make you feel super good so you come quickly for me, and then Iâll pull out before I make a mess.âÂ
Your body shakes from anticipation. âJust the tip?âÂ
âJust the tip, baby.âÂ
Even though itâs not exactly what you had in your mind, you agree quickly. Anything to have him inside you. Also, youâre not too sure how that will possibly work out. Youâre almost certain that youâll end up getting more than just the tip.
Mingyu grabs your waist to position you right on top of him, the urgency in his actions painfully obvious. You gladly comply, too needy to say anything. As you feel his bulbous tip lining up against your entrance, you lean in to touch your foreheads together. âGyu, I canât wait anymore, need you right now.âÂ
With a groan, he slowly guides you down his length, only letting his tip and the following inch inside. You whimper, struggling a little as you get used to the stretch. Itâs kind of astonishing how even just that fills you up satisfactorily. But still, you crave all of him, your body knowing the euphoria of having him up in the furthest nooks of your pussy very well. âYouâre so big,â you murmur, inner walls clenching around him greedily, eager for more. Mingyu huffs out deep breaths, his ears turning red. How cute.
He collects himself in a moment, firm hands around your hips to make sure you donât slide down further than he intends to give you today. âYou feel sâgood, so wet and hot, I feel like Iâll melt.â Mingyu sighs, helping you ride him, his thumb rolling your clit in lazy circles.Â
You muffle your cries as he moves your hips in a slow and steady pace, inevitably sliding down his cock, little by little. However, he doesnât really notice it, lost in the feeling of your pussy squeezing him so deliciously. âGyu, harder,â you plead, a bit tired of this torturously slow pace.Â
Mingyu complies almost immediately, pulling you even closer, his own hips bucking up to meet you halfway, while he continues to guide your movements. You moan out happily, arms winding around his neck. His thrusts are shallow, but the frenzied movements trigger more pleasure in you.
Eventually, he loses control over your movements, momentarily giving up against the fiery impulses running through his nerves. With all the lubrication between you two, you slide down as much as possible with nothing to restrict you. A string of incoherent words leave you, your body extremely giddy to get what youâve wanted for so long.Â
âFuck, no, this isnât working,â Mingyu finally regains his senses, groaning as the untouched parts of his cock are engulfed by your warmth. He swiftly pins you down on an empty side of the picnic blanket. âBad, bad girl.âÂ
You squirm under him, whining while he pulls out of you, until only the tip is inside. âNow tell me, what should I do, now that youâve broken our little deal.â
âFuck me.â you whimper, your eyes teary by now. Mingyu tuts, shaking his head. You try your best to channel your pitiful, puppy dog eyes, ready to beg if thatâs necessary.
âSuch crude words from my sweet, little angel.â He sighs, âYouâre really into testing my patience, arenât you? Does it make you happy? Watching me lose my senses over your words?âÂ
âDonât hold yourself back, please. I want to make you feel good too. Please, Gyu. Fuck me, make me yours, I donât even care if people see or hear us anymore. Please.â Your voice is broken, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Mingyu swallows nervously.
âFucking hell.â The growled expletive marks the end of whatever self-control shit he was on. With one hard thrust, he smoothly fills up your touch-starved pussy entirely, coaxing out a loud moan of relief from you. His right hand immediately covers your mouth. âYou might not care about some rando catching us like this anymore but Iâll be damned if someone sees you like this.âÂ
Mingyu lets go of your wrists, putting his left hand on the small of your back to support your body. âDonât you dare complain about how you canât walk later. You brought this upon yourself, remember.â He nibbles on your earlobe teasingly before starting to move against you. His thrusts are on the rougher side, your stomach tightening as the pleasure starts to build-up.Â
With your free hands, you reposition his palm covering your mouth, suckling on his fingers instead. In response, you feel his cock twitch so vividly in your pussy, a groan reverberating in his throat. âYouâre a fucking menace, you know that?âÂ
Mingyu pounds into you in a frenzy, quite obsessed with the raw feeling of your spongy flesh gushing around his cock. You moan and cry around his fingers, clenching happily as you feel your release right around the corner. He also picks up his pace, grinding down onto your clit in the process. Your brain has lost all the critical thinking power, salty streaks running down your cheeks as youâre overwhelmed by the sensations.
You remove his fingers from your mouth, desperate to be heard. ââm gonna comeââÂ
âFuck, come for me, love, Iâm gonna pull out,â Mingyu grunts, his pace faltering as his movements lose rhythm, inching closer to his own release.
âNo, noâ come in me, baby. Please. Donât ruin my dress.â He has no idea what you are on about, but heâd be lying if he said that it doesnât sound tempting.
âPrincess, do you even know what youâre saying?â He still asks, praying that you come back to your senses, for both of your good.
âI want you to come in me.â You manage to blurt out before your body convulses as the orgasm hits, gummy walls squeezing his cock to a halt. Mingyu curses under his breath, putting his fingers back in your mouth before you can scream your lungs out. Soon enough, he also reaches his peak, the thick, milky white liquid filling up your pussy to the brim.Â
â_____, fuckâŚâ he whimpers, reveling in the newfound intimacy between you. You urge him to lay on top of you, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
âGyu,â you whisper, âyou mean so much to me.â Mingyu nuzzles your face adoringly, pressing butterfly kisses over your bare skin, wherever he can reach.
âAnd to me, youâre like the sun.â His silly words make you laugh.
âWhyâs that?âÂ
âBecause Iâm like the earth orbiting around you, thriving because of your warmth and light?â
You flush at his words, beyond touched that heâd think of you in such a beautiful way. âYou make me sound so insincere, Gyu.â Mingyu laughs at your pout, starting to get back up.Â
âYeah well, I still have to figure out what your flowers mean, remember?â He reaches for the packet of napkins lying nearby, sighing at the sight in front of his eyes.
âYeahâŚâ you trail off, âDo that once youâre home, okay?â He nods, seemingly distracted.
âIâm sorry love, I made such a mess.âÂ
âWe.âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âWe made a mess. So donât be sorry. Iâll help you clean up.â You offer him a smile, which he matches happily.Â
Mingyu scrutinizes you one last time, making sure that you look presentable from head to toe. âYeah, everything looks okay⌠except that your dress is all wrinkledâŚâ
âI told you itâs fine, Iâll fix it up after a wash, donât worry!â You reassure him, redoing your braid. âAnd please wash this outfit as soon as you get home, okay? I know it all dried up now, but stillâŚâÂ
âI could say the same about your panties.â He chuckles, raising his eyebrows at you.Â
âYeah, but I doubt itâll be wearable after today.â You sigh, checking yourself on your selfie camera. âCâmon, letâs go now. Itâs afternoon already!âÂ
Mingyu hands you your basket, holding your free hand as you slowly take a few steps. âAre you sure you can walk?âÂ
âYes, positive! I have to get home somehow.â You smile through a wince, making him shake his head.Â
âLetâs go to my place. You can go back tomorrow morning after youâve recovered from the pain. Iâll cook us dinner, help you take a bath, give you meds and cuddle you to sleep.â Mingyu offers, pushing off the bushes so that you guys can finally leave your little sanctuary.Â
You both step out on the nearby trail, intertwining your fingers together back again. âWhy do you always make it so hard to decline, Gyu?â He gives your hand a firm squeeze, winking at you playfully.Â
âItâs a part of the package, baby.â His cocky chuckle infuriates you, but lord, is he right about that.Â
This man might just be the end of you. But would you really mind it?
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PART TWO 10.1k words
short summary. in which your heartbreak over Mikey pulls you into the dangerous and irresistible orbit of Bonten's Number Two, Haruchiyo Sanzu. warnings. sanzu haruchiyo is his own warning, graphic violence, substance abuse, toxic/manipulative relationships, explicit sexual content, depression & self-destructive behaviour, strong language. tags. female reader insert, bonten au, tsundere!sanzu, ex-boyfriend!mikey, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, heavy pining/yearning.
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Manjiro Sano never hurts youânot physically, at leastâthough the emotional havoc he's wreaked has left you unraveling. But what you face now is something entirely different.Â
Haruchiyo Sanzu's grip is iron-clad, dragging you away from Mikey's door with no regard for your protests. His fingers dig into your wrist like vices, the pressure biting deep into your skin until the pain is sharp and throbbing. It radiates up your arm, but even that ache is dull compared to the hollow devastation gnawing at your chest. The image of Mikey with herâso close, so intimateâburns behind your eyelids every time you blink.
It's as though the world around you has ceased to exist. You can't even register the hallways passing by as Sanzu hauls you through them, his erratic pace nearly causing you to stumble. You feel like a ragdoll in his grasp, powerless, your heart beating out of sync with reality.
Kakucho's voice filters through the numbness. "Sanzu... what are you doing?"
There's concern in his tone, but he stays planted where he is, as if crossing that line would be dangerous.Â
Sanzu doesn't slow, doesn't even glance at him. His lips curl into a sneer as cold as the concrete walls.Â
"Taking care of a stray," he bites, yanking you closer as though you might slip from his grip.
The words sting, but not as much as what follows.
Kakucho's frown deepens, but he's hesitant. "You sure you wanna do that? She'sâ"
Sanzu cuts him off, sharp and merciless. "She's nothing. A nobody. Mikey made that pretty fucking clear, didn't he?"
Nothing. A nobody.
Each word hits you with the force of a physical blow. Whatever you were to Mikey, whatever you thought you hadâit's been ripped away, stripped down to these ugly truths.Â
You're nothing now.
Kakucho's gaze flickers to you, sympathy and uncertainty mingling in his dark eyes. But you can't meet them. You drop your head, staring at the floor as though it holds all the answers you need. Maybe if you don't look, you won't have to acknowledge what Sanzu just said. Maybe you can pretend you didn't hear it.
Mikey doesn't want you anymore.
"Stop this," Kakucho urges, stepping forward now, his movements careful, deliberate. "You're high. This isn't going to end well, you know that."
Sanzu's eyes snap up, wild and feral, like a predator guarding its kill. "Exactly." His voice drops to a venomous whisper. "So back the fuck off before I kill you too."
The tension between them is palpable, but Kakucho eventually steps back, his jaw tight with barely suppressed anger. He's seen what Sanzu is capable of when he's in this state. They all have.Â
"Just don't go too far," Kakucho mutters, his voice tight, his eyes flicking to you one last time before he steps aside. His reluctance lingers, but in the end, he's still letting you be dragged away.
Ran, sprawled lazily on the couch, barely lifts his head as he calls after Sanzu. "Mission's at nine. Try not to be dead before then."
Sanzu pays no mind to either of them. His grip tightens, and you're dragged deeper into Bonten's labyrinthine corridors, every step taking you further from any hope of intervention.
He pulls you into a small room, slamming the door behind him with enough force to rattle your bones. A click followsâthe lock sliding into placeâand you're alone. Alone with him.
The room is stark, clinical, a conference table dominating the space with its polished wood surface and neatly lined chairs. But there's nothing neat about what's happening now. The moment Sanzu shoves you against the table, hard enough that the edge bites into your lower back, the sterile, formal atmosphere of the room is obliterated.
His hand shoots up, fingers wrapping around your throat. The pressure is immediate, your breath catching in your throat as your vision blurs at the edges. You gasp instinctively, hands flying to his wrist, nails scraping against his skin, but he's too strong. His hold tightens further, cutting off more of your air, and panic grips you.
He leans in, his breath hot against your face, laced with the stench of drugs. His expression is wild, unhinged, pupils dilated and blown wide with intoxication. But beneath the drugs, there's something elseâan anger, a bitterness that has nothing to do with you, but is aimed at you all the same.
"Now..." His voice is low, almost a growl. "What more do I need to do to make you understand? You don't fucking belong here."
Your lungs burn, your head spinning as your fingers claw at his hand. I don't belong here? The thought pierces through your fog of fear. Maybe he's right. You're not sure of anything anymoreânot after Mikey, not after what you saw.Â
You can't breathe, and everything is turning dark. Sanzu's face, his mocking grin, is the only thing in focus.
Tears well up, spilling over your lashes. But you're not crying because of the physical pain. It's the emotional torment that's killing you. The crushing realization that you are utterly, completely alone. No one's coming to save you.Â
Sanzu watches as you choke on your own sobs, and he laughs, low and cold. "Already crying?" he mocks. "I haven't even started yet."
But the tears won't stop. The dam inside you breaks, and you're gasping, sobbing uncontrollably in front of him. You can't take it anymore. Not this. Not after what Mikey's done to you.
"Just..." You choke on the words, your voice broken and hoarse. "Just fucking kill me already."
For a moment, there's silence. Then, his grip on your neck loosens just enough to let you breathe. You gasp, sucking in precious air, coughing as your lungs fight for life. But the relief is short-lived.
Sanzu's face hovers inches from yours, his smirk growing, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. "Kill you?" His tone is soft now, condescending. "Nah. That's too easy."
His fingers trace the curve of your jaw, rough, possessive. "I think I'd rather play with you a little longer."Â
You squeeze your eyes shut, hands pressing against your face as tears continue to spill down your cheeks. This feels so stupid. So, so stupid. Mikey's across the hall with his wife, living his perfect life, while you're stuck here with Sanzuâhis insane, drugged-up number two.Â
What a fucking downgrade.Â
Suddenly, without warning, Sanzu grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look up at him through your tear-filled eyes.
"You're pathetic," he sneers before crushing his lips against yours.Â
The kiss is brutal, possessive, and filled with an overwhelming heat that makes your skin crawl. You try to push him away, but his weight presses you into the table, your wrists pinned beneath his hands. It's suffocating, just like his grip on your throat.
And then you taste it. Something bitter and foreign sliding past your lips. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he's doing.
He pulls back, his lips brushing yours as he whispers, "Swallow."
You shake your head, panic rising in your chest. No way. You're not going to swallow that. You try to spit it out, but his hand clamps down over your mouth, smothering any attempt to resist.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be," he murmurs, his tone soft but filled with menace. "Be a good girl... and swallow."
His words slither into your ears, so sweet and venomous all at once, poisoning what little willpower you have left. You want to fight him. You want to scream and tear away from him, but you can't. Your body is too sluggish, too weak to resist, and part of you doesn't want to.Â
It wants him to be right.
It's easier, isn't it? To let him take control. To stop resisting and just give in, let the numbness wash over you. Maybe then the pain of everythingâof Mikey, of the betrayal, of this twisted messâwill fade, even just for a moment.
"I said swallow," Sanzu hisses, his patience thinning. "That. Shit."
You finally swallow the pill, the bitterness lingering on your tongue like a promise you'll regret. The drug settles deep inside you, blooming warmth spreading through your chest like wildfire, but there's no comfort in it. It only intensifies the chaos swirling in your mindâthe betrayal, the loss, the desire to escape. It all collides in a sickening wave, leaving you gasping, clinging to the edge of the table as your body betrays you.
Sanzu watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl, his eyes dark, wide, and hungry. He's waiting. Waiting for the drug to take hold, waiting for you to crumble.
"Good girl," he breathes, and the words slide over your skin, soft and menacing. His gaze lingers, tracing every tremor in your body, every stifled breath.Â
The drug spreads quicklyâtoo quickly. The next thing you know the room is spinning violently, the floor tipping beneath your feet, and you're stumbling as warmth floods your limbs. You try to steady yourself, but your body feels too light, too hot, like you're floating, disconnected from reality. Your breath quickens, panic swelling in your chest as your senses sharpen, every touch, every sound amplified to unbearable levels.
Sanzu's hands are still on you, his touch electric, sending jolts through your skin. You gasp, your heart racing as the euphoria spreads, tangling with the devastation inside you, turning everything into a dizzying blur of sensation. You can barely breathe, and yet, in the haze of it all, a part of you is aware of his gaze, watching you intently, reveling in your reaction.
"First time's always the best. You might cry, you might like it. Who knows?" He laughs, a quiet, sinister sound that rattles through your bones.
You choke on a sob, the tears spilling over as the drug overtakes you, drowning you in heat and haze. Your body feels foreign, your mind too foggy to comprehend anything other than the intensity of it all. You want to fight it, fight him, but there's nothing to hold on toânothing but him.
And that terrifies you.
"Let go," he murmurs, his voice is low, almost a purr, and you can feel his breath against your ear as he leans in closer. "Let it take over... Forget everything and just feel."
Your body acts before your mind can catch up, your hand clutching the front of his shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric. It's an instinctual, desperate motion, driven by something deep insideâa need for warmth, for something to hold on to. You can't explain it, but you crave him now, the heat of his body, the solidity of his presence. You pull him closer, though you don't even understand why, though it feels all wrong.
"Look at you..." Sanzu's chuckle is dark, amused. "Hanging onto me like that. Lost little thing, aren't you? So pathetic."Â
But he leans in anyway, his breath brushing against your neck as he speaks. His proximity feels like a lifeline, shielding you from the blinding lights that seem to intensify with every passing second. The room tilts, but his voice anchors you, even as it weaves dirty, degrading things in your earâthings that make your stomach twist, yet ignite something you don't want to acknowledge.
Your heart races, breath coming in ragged bursts. Everything is too intenseâhis touch, his words, the sensation of your body betraying you. You don't understand this feeling, this mixture of euphoria and humiliation. It's confusing, overwhelming, and yet, you can't shake the craving. The need for more.Â
His touch, his heat.
Then, without warning, he steps back.
The sudden absence of him is like a cold slap to the face, leaving you breathless and cold. Your body aches for the warmth he took with him, for the closeness that you didn't even know you craved. You hate it. You hate the emptiness he leaves behind.
He adjusts his waistcoat with a casual smirk, like this was all just a game to him, like your unraveling was just another form of entertainment.Â
"You're on your own now," he says, his voice detached, distant. "Enjoy the ride."
And just like that, he's gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
You're left sprawled across the table, the world spinning, lights burning into your skull. Your limbs are heavy, useless, and you try to move, to escape the overwhelming heat and dizziness suffocating you, but your body won't cooperate. You tumble to the floor, the carpet catching your fall with a soft thud.
A giggle bubbles up from your throat, though you don't know why. Everything feels distant, like you're floating, detached from reality. The warmth of the drug mingles with the cold ache of abandonment, creating a disorienting swirl of emotions that you can't make sense of.
And so you lie there, lost in the haze, your body sinking deeper into the plush floor as the laughter fades, leaving only the hollow emptiness behind.
Until, finally, the world pulls you into the darkness of sleep.
Manjiro Sano never cheated on you before. You've known him for nine yearsânine long years where loyalty was never questioned, not once. He's never strayed, never looked at another woman the way he looks at you. That was the truth you clung to through all the chaos, the violence, the bloodshed. But tonight, the foundation of that truth crumbles before your eyes.
When you catch him with his wife, it's not exactly cheating, is it? Not when she's the one wearing the ring. Not when she's the one he made vows to. And yet, it feels like betrayal. If anything, you're the other woman now. Your position, the one you held so dearly, has shifted, without your consent.
He's the one betraying her, not you. But that logic doesn't make the pain any easier to bear. It still cuts deep, searing through you with what you had just witnessed in Mikey's office. You thought you were strong enough to endure it, thought you could compartmentalize the ache gnawing at your insides. You were wrong. The sight of them together burns itself into your mind like a wound that refuses to heal.
Until Sanzu forced that pill down your throat.Â
The memory floods back, vivid and suffocating. His twisted grin, the roughness of his hands, the way he made you feel so helpless. But now? Now you feel the strangest relief. The aching wound in your chestâthe one Mikey and his wife carved outâfades into a distant blur, replaced by a creeping, unnatural numbness. Your mind is hazy, clouded, but in that haze, you find comfort.
The world felt kinder in that numbness. And for a moment, you were almost grateful for the relief Sanzu gave you. Almost.
When you wake up, the high is gone, leaving behind a pounding headache and a body that feels stiff, heavy, like someone drained the life from you. The floor feels strange under your hands, cold and unfamiliar. You blink, trying to orient yourself, and realize you're not on the floor anymore. Someone moved youâyou're sprawled across the couch in the executive lounge, a blanket thrown haphazardly over you like an afterthought.
Your body screams in discomfort, muscles sore, your skin aching where his hands had pressed too hard. But the pain is secondary to the memoriesâSanzu. That damn pill. The way heâ
"You're awake."
The voice cuts through the fog in your mind, and your head snaps to the side. Mikey sits in a chair not far from you, the dim light casting shadows across his face. He's watching you, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes are different. Tired.Â
The night stretches behind him through the window, a dark sky lit by city lights. The office is quiet. Everyone else is gone. Even Sanzu.
It's just you and Mikey now.
You don't answer him. The ache in your chest resurfaces, sharper this time, suffocating as the image of him and his wife flashes in your mind again. It hits harder now, with Mikey sitting right in front of you, looking at you.
You push yourself up, your body swaying under the weight of exhaustion and leftover dizziness. Your throat is sore, bruised, where Sanzu's fingers had pressed too hard, too rough, forcing. You reach up instinctively, wincing at the tenderness, and you catch Mikey's gaze drop to your neck.
His jaw clenches. The air between you shiftsâheavy, tense.
"He won't touch you again."
His voice is low, soft, but there's a dangerous edge beneath it, one that sends a chill through your veins. You know that tone. It's the tone he uses before someone dies.
You swallow, the reality sinking in. What has Mikey done? What did he do to Sanzu? The thought twists in your gut, unease settling deep inside you, but part of you pushes the thought away. Sanzu deserves whatever he gets, doesn't he? After what he did?
You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. "Forget about that... He gave me something. A pill."
Mikey's face shifts, unreadable for a moment, then he shrugs. "A pill? X, probably. He does that sometimes. Are you alright?"
That makes sense. No wonder you passed out so quickly. But it doesn't ease the anger boiling inside you, doesn't take away the humiliation of letting Sanzu drag you deeper into his twisted games when you were already at your lowest.
"I'm fine," you bite out, though it feels like a lie.Â
Fine? You're far from fine.
The words hang in the air, sharp, bitter, and when you look at Mikey, the ache in your chest becomes unbearable. You're not sure if it's anger or heartbreak that makes it so hard to breathe.
"Mikey..." you begin again, your voice cracking slightly, the words lodged in your throat. It's harder than you thought to say it, because once it's out, there's no taking it back.Â
"We can't just pretend like nothing's changed."
He doesn't look at you at first. He just stares at the floor, his jaw clenched tight, as though he's trying to force himself to say something, but can't. The silence stretches on painfully before he finally speaks, his voice so low you almost don't hear him.
"I know things are different." Each word sounds forced, like it's taking every ounce of strength for him to admit it. "But..."
Your heart clenches, your breath catching in your throat. There's always a 'but' with him, isn't there? Always some excuse, some reason why things can't go back to the way they were.
"But what, Mikey?" you ask, unable to stop yourself. It's not anger that drives you this time, but the desperation clawing at your insides. "You have feelings for her now, don't you?"
You watch him as he exhales slowly, his face still calm, almost detached. You wish he would say something, anything, to ease the ache in your chest. But he doesn't.
"I do," he says, his voice distant. It's a confession that feels like a knife to your heart. "I can't deny that. She's... she's gonna have my kid. It's not simple anymore."
The words hit you like a physical blow. You knew it, deep down, but hearing him say it aloud makes it real in a way you weren't prepared for. The sharp, bitter taste of betrayal lingers in the back of your throat. You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions from spilling over, but your voice wavers when you speak again.
"And us?"Â
The question slips out, soft and fragile, but it cuts deeper than anything you've said before. You're asking about more than just your relationshipâyou're asking about the nine years you gave him, about the promises he made, about the love you once believed was unbreakable.
Mikey's eyes finally meet yours, and for a brief moment, you see the boy you once knewâthe boy who swore he'd never leave you, who promised you forever under the stars when you were both too young to understand what that meant. His gaze softens for a second, a flicker of something almost tender, almost apologetic.
"I still care about you," he says, his voice low but steady. There's no hesitation in his tone, no doubt. But it's not the answer you were hoping for. "That hasn't changed."
But it has.Â
The truth of that slams into you with crushing finality. You shake your head, the weight of his words pressing down on you, suffocating you.Â
"Oh, it has, Mikey," you whisper, barely able to get the words out. "You know that."
The silence that follows is thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. Mikey doesn't argue, doesn't try to convince you otherwise. He just leans back in his chair, his hands falling limp at his sides, as though he's too exhausted to fight anymore. There's a defeat in his posture that wasn't there before, as if even he knows this is the end.
You want to scream at him, demand why it took him so long to be honest, why he let things fall apart so silently. But the words won't come. All that's left is the ache, the unbearable knowledge that the man you've loved for nearly a decade is slipping further away from you with every passing second.
Mikey looks like he's about to say something, his lips parting slightly, but then he falters, his shoulders sagging under the weight of whatever he's holding back.Â
"Maybe," he murmurs after a moment, his voice so soft you almost miss it. For the first time, he sounds vulnerable. "But I don't want to lose you. I can't..."
His voice breaks, just a little, and that cracks something inside of you too. Because it sounds like the truth, like the rawness of his feelings is finally breaking through the cold exterior he always wears. Nine years together, and this is where it's come toâa place where even his honesty feels too late. Too hollow. You know it's not enough. It never will be.
You don't want to lose him either. You don't want to believe that all those years meant nothing. But deep down, you know it already has. The moment she became his wife, the moment he chose her, you lost this battle. The war in your heart is over, and all that remains is the wreckage of what once was.
"You're already losing me," you whisper, the finality of it sinking in. Each word feels like a dagger in your own chest. "When you started choosing her, Mikey."
Mikey doesn't move, doesn't say a word. He just sits there, silent and still, like he's frozen in time. Maybe he doesn't have the strength to argue. Maybe, deep down, he knows it's true. He's losing you, and there's nothing left he can do to stop it.
You don't wait for his answer anymore. You've spent too long waiting for him to decide, too long hoping for a future that's already gone. The pain in your bodyâyour aching muscles, the soreness from Sanzu's rough touchâit all fades into the background, drowned out by the unbearable weight of your broken heart.
You push yourself to your feet, your legs shaking slightly under the strain. But you don't let yourself falter. You can't, not now.
"You need to figure this out on your own," you say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay strong. Your words are an ultimatum, a final plea for him to understand what he's done.Â
"'Because I can't keep waiting for you to choose me. I'm not meant to be an option. I'm worth more than that."
There's nothing left to say. The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of goodbye. Mikey doesn't move, doesn't speak, and that hurts more than anything else. He's letting you walk away.
Without another word, you turn and head toward the elevator. Each step feels like a thousand miles, like you're walking out of his life for good. And maybe you are. Maybe this is the end you've been dreading for so long.
The elevator doors close behind you with a soft click, and in the quiet of the enclosed space, the tears finally come. They fall silently at first, warm trails down your cheeks, but you don't wipe them away.Â
As the elevator descends, you let the tears flow freely. The weight of the years, the memories, the love you poured into himâit all hits you at once, and you don't stop it. You don't need to hide from the truth anymore.
Manjiro Sano has killed before. The thought of it had once terrified you, the cold certainty in his eyes when he spoke of violence always chilling.Â
You know this because you asked him, point-blank, one night when the weight of his world became too much to ignore. He didn't tell you directly, but the silence that followed, the coldness in his eyes, was answer enough. In that moment, the boy you knew, the boy you loved, disappeared into the shadows of the man he had become.
Still, you accepted him. Loved him anyway. You convinced yourself it was the only way to keep himâby accepting all of him, even the parts you couldn't bear to understand. You've always found a way to justify itâhis actions, his choices, the darkness that clung to him like a second skin. Because loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. It became an instinct, a reflex, something that felt inevitable.
But now, the uncertainty gnaws at you, harder than ever before. Not just the heaviness of knowing who he is, but the gnawing question of what he's capable ofâwhat he's done to the people around him.Â
What he's done to Sanzu.
Your mind races, replaying every detail of your last conversation with Mikey. The hard edge to his voice, the finality in his words. If Mikey killed him, it's because of you, isn't it? Because of what Sanzu did to you.Â
If Sanzu's dead, then his blood is on your hands.Â
That thought lodges itself deep in your chest, a weight too heavy to shake. Even after everythingâafter the drug, the violence, the way he pushed you to the edgeâyou can't stomach the idea of Sanzu dying because of you.
Which is why you find yourself here again, standing outside Sanzu's condominium in the middle of the night, your heart pounding so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts.Â
Mikey's words echo in your mindâhis cold, distant voice, the final crack in everything you thought you knew about him. The realization had shattered you in ways you hadn't been prepared for.
It's over.
The words taste bitter on your tongue, but they ring with a truth that you can't deny. The boy you loved, the man you thought you'd stand beside foreverâhe's gone. And in his place is someone you no longer recognize.
Your feet move almost on their own as you approach Sanzu's door, but a hesitation stops you just before you reach the doorbell. Do you even know what you're doing here? What you want? You aren't sure. But the pull toward him, toward finding out what Mikey's done, is stronger than your doubts.Â
With a shaky breath, you press the doorbell. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the racing of your heart. Each second that passes feels like a lifetime, until finally, the shuffle of footsteps inside tells you someone's there.
The door swings open with a creak, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him. Relief washes over youâbut only for a second. What replaces it is a sharp stab of pity.Â
Sanzu looks like hell. His one eye is swollen and bruised, a fresh bandage covering the right side of his face. His lips are split and caked with dried blood, a sight that twists something deep in your chest.Â
His trademark sneer is still there, but it's marred by the pain that's evident in the way he stands, slightly hunched, favoring one side. There's an anger in his eyes, but behind it, you can see the weariness, the vulnerability he would never admit to.
"What the fuck do you want now?" Sanzu snaps, his voice sharp despite the obvious discomfort he's in. He's trying to sound like his usual self, but you can tell the fight has been knocked out of him. He's hurting. Badly.
Your mouth opens to respond, the words on the tip of your tongue, but they die there. Seeing him like thisâbroken, batteredâit's not what you expected. It shakes something loose inside of you. Your eyes scan his injuries, your mind reeling with the knowledge that Mikey did this. The boy you loved did this.
Mikey isn't supposed to be this brutal. Not with his own.
The thought makes your chest tighten painfully, and before you can stop it, the tidal wave of emotion crashes over you. Tears spill from your eyes, hot and unchecked. You thought you'd cried all the tears you had to give tonight, but this time, they come from a place deeper than heartbreak. This time, you're crying for everythingâfor Mikey, for Sanzu, for the person you've become in all this mess.
Sanzu's sneer fades slightly as he takes in the sight of you, replaced by an annoyed scowl. He's trying to hide his discomfort, but you can see the confusion in his eyes.Â
"What are you, a child? Stop crying!" His words are rough, but there's an edge of bewilderment in them.Â
He doesn't understand why you're here, why you're crying.
But you can't stop. The sobs come hard and fast, tearing through you in a way that makes it hard to breathe. You're overwhelmed, consumed by the realization that Mikey is no longer the man you fell in love with. When did he start to change? When did the violence become more than just a part of his world, but a part of him?
Sanzu watches you, his irritation growing as your sobs continue. He's never been good with emotionsâespecially not yours.
"Shit," he mutters under his breath, rubbing a hand across his face and wincing as he touches the bruise. "You're crying over him, huh? You think he even cares?"
His words hit you like a slap, and more tears fall, a pitiful, uncontrollable mess. And in that moment, you don't care. You don't care that Sanzu's dangerous, that he's hurt you before, that he's the reason you ended up here in the first place. All you can think about is the fact that Mikeyâyour Mikeyâis gone.
He's no longer the boy who used to hold you late at night, whispering promises of a future that now feels like a distant dream. He's no longer the man who looked at you like you were his entire world.
He's no longer yours.
Sanzu scoffs, the sound harsh in the quiet hallway. "Fuck's sake, will you stop that whining?"Â
But even his sharp words don't reach you.Â
When you don't respond, don't even acknowledge him, something in Sanzu snaps. He can't stand it anymoreâthe emotions, the tears, the fact that you're standing here crying over someone else while he's falling apart.
"Goddammit!" he snarls, and before you can blink, he slams the door in your face.Â
The sound echoes in the empty hallway, a loud, final punctuation to the moment. You're left standing there, your body trembling as the sobs finally start to quiet, though the tears continue to stream down your cheeks. You're alone again, and the weight of that reality hits you harder than anything else.
Mikey is gone. And so is the life you thought you'd have.
Manjiro Sano hated seeing you cry. Every time your tears would spill, it was like the world stopped spinning. His face would twist in pain, even if the tears weren't his fault. He once said that when you cried, it felt like he had failedâlike he should have protected you from whatever caused them.Â
He always pulled you into his arms when you broke down, his touch so gentle it was almost unreal. He would stroke your hair, whispering that everything was okay, hiding you in the crook of his shoulder so you wouldn't feel so exposed.
But that Mikey? That Mikey is long gone.
Now you're standing outside Sanzu's condo unit, your fingers shaking as you try to dry your tear-streaked face. The cold air bites at your skin, or maybe it's the weight of what's happened tonight that chills you to the bone.Â
The second time you've cried in front of Sanzu today.Â
The first time, his hands were around your throat, forcing a pill past your lips, his eyes distant and clouded with drugs. The second time, there was no pill, no high to hide behindâjust bruises, pain, and a door slammed in your face.
You shouldn't have come here, but at least you know he's alive. Mikey hadn't killed him, though something in the pit of your stomach told you it could have easily gone that way. You should feel relieved. Instead, the relief is mingled with anger, a deep-seated frustration that makes your heart pound even harder.
Just as you wipe away the last tear, the door swings open again.Â
Sanzu stands in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the dim light inside. His scowl deepens as his eyes land on you, scanning your face like he's surprised you're still standing there.Â
Then, without a word, he grabs your wrist and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. His grip is rough, but it loosens as soon as you're inside, leaving you stunned and blinking in the middle of his condo unit.
He disappears into another room and comes back with a box of tissues, shoving it toward you without a word. You take it, still in shock, as your eyes land on the bandage on his cheek. It's crooked, slapped on without much care, and his busted lip is still untreated, blood crusting around the edges, making him look even more broken than usual. You flinch inwardly at the sight.
"Did you get that wound treated?" Your voice is softer than you intended, concern slipping through the cracks in your resolve.
Sanzu glares at you. "What's it to you?"
You ignore his harshness, stepping closer. "You need to clean it properly," you say as your eyes fall to the faded scars at the corners of his mouth, scars you've always tried not to stare at too long.Â
"Or it'll leave... a scar."
"Yeah? So what?" he mutters, brushing off your concern as he walks away.
You stare at him, the words catching in your throat. The sight of himâbruised and bandaged sloppilyâsomehow makes your chest ache in ways you don't fully understand.
"Don't you have any antiseptic?" you ask, turning toward the door. "I'll go buy some ifâ"
"I have it," he grunts, cutting you off. "Top shelf, next to you. You'd think I wouldn't know how to deal with a damn wound in this line of work?"
You glance at the haphazard bandage on his cheek, clearly not impressed by his self-care. Still, you open the shelf and retrieve a small emergency kit.Â
"Then why didn't you treat the cut on your lip?" you ask, your voice a little firmer this time as you sit on the edge of his couch. "Surely you know you need to put antiseptic on it."
Sanzu grumbles under his breath, looking away. "Because... it fucking hurts, alright?"
You freeze for a second, blinking at him in surprise. Sanzuâthe man who seems to thrive on chaos and painâcan't handle the sting of a simple cut? It's almost absurd, and yet, in that moment, you glimpse a flicker of something real beneath his usual mask. Vulnerability.
"I didn't think you were afraid of pain," you murmur, more to yourself than to him.
"I'm not afraid of it," he snaps, his voice rising defensively. "I just fucking hate it."
There's a childishness in his tone that catches you off guard, like he's throwing a tantrum rather than admitting weakness. The outburst lingers in the air for a moment before you decide to ignore it, reaching for the antiseptic in the first aid kit.
"Let me treat it." Your voice is calm, quiet. An olive branch, if only he'd take it.
Sanzu stares at you, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowing. "Forget it," he mutters, brushing you off. "I don't need you all over my business."
"You're a dick, you know that?" you say, watching him limp slightly as he heads toward the pantry. The guilt sits heavy in your stomach.
He doesn't even glance back as he opens the fridge, retrieving a beer. "And I get paid for it," he replies, voice flat, devoid of his usual smugness.
You roll your eyes as he cracks the can open, lifting it to his lips, his pink hair a mess, like he's been through more than just a fight with Mikey. The black shirt and sweatpants he's wearing make him look almost... domestic. It hits you, suddenlyâthis familiarity, this strange sense of calm despite everything. It reminds you of Mikey, the way he used to walk around your apartment. The way things used to be.Â
Your heart twists.
"We broke up," you blurt out, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. It's like ripping off a bandageâquick and painful, but it has to be done.
Sanzu pauses mid-sip, his back still turned to you. You watch as he downs the rest of the beer in one long gulp, crushing the can in his hand before tossing it aside.Â
"'Bout time. I'm surprised it took him this long to figure it out," he mutters, but his words lack bite. There's no usual mockery, no cruelty, just... hollow indifference.
You study him, sensing the weight of his own pain, the bruises left by Mikeyânot just on his body but somewhere deeper. You want to ask, to probe at the cracks in his usual defenses, but you don't. Instead, you take a breath and shift the conversation.
"I know, right?" You force a smile that feels thin, brittle. "I'm so heartbroken." The sarcasm coats your words, but it can't hide the tremor in your voice.Â
"You must be feeling pretty good right now, so why not do me a favor?" You motion for him to sit beside you. "Come sit here and let me treat your wounds."
Sanzu turns slowly, his eyes scanning you as if weighing your request. You can tell he's torn, that a part of him wants to accept the help, even if his pride keeps getting in the way.
You sit there, waiting, knowing that if he needed to push you away, he would've already done it. You don't say anything, just hold your ground, offering him something he's clearly not used toâgenuine care.
Finally, with a sharp exhale, he mutters, the words almost begrudging, "Fine. But don't expect me to thank you."
You smile softly, shaking your head as you hold out the antiseptic. "I wouldn't dream of it."
He walks toward you, but instead of sitting next to you, he drops down on the opposite couch, legs sprawled out carelessly, almost as if daring you to come to him instead. You raise an eyebrow, the familiar exasperation rising within you.
"You could at least make it easier for me," you grumble, standing up and walking over.Â
There's a flicker of amusement in his eyes as you sit down in front of him on the coffee table, closer now, the scent of alcohol faint but present on his breath. He watches you carefully, eyes following your movements with that predatory focus he always seems to carry, even in moments like this.
When you peel back the bandage on his cheek, revealing the jagged scrape underneath, he winces, trying but failing to hide it. You smirk despite yourself, dabbing the wound with antiseptic.Â
"You're such a baby," you tease, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
The reaction is immediate. "Am not," he snaps, his voice cutting through the space between you. "Don't fucking call me that again." There's a sharp edge to his words, but you can hear the vulnerability beneath it, the bruised pride of someone who's used to fighting, not being taken care of.
You ignore his outburst, focusing on his wound. This time, you're more careful, your touch gentler as you apply the ointment. His lips press into a thin line, and you can feel the effort it takes for him to sit still. There's something oddly endearing about it, watching him struggle with the idea of being vulnerable, even for a moment.
He really hates being called a baby, doesn't he?
When you finish with the bandage, you move on to his split lip, focusing on the dried blood caked around the cut. He avoids your gaze, scowling as if pretending this isn't happening.Â
As your fingers brush against the faded scars at the corners of his mouth, curiosity gnaws at you. Before you can stop yourself, you press a thumb to one of the scars, feeling the jagged line beneath your skin.
Sanzu jerks back, his eyes blazing as he swats your hand away. "What the hell?" he growls, the vulnerability from a moment ago vanishing beneath the weight of his anger.
"Sorry," you murmur, pulling your hand back. "I got distracted."Â
The air between you shifts again, tense and fragile. You can tell you've touched something he doesn't want to share, a part of him that's still too raw, too guarded. And yet, you can't help but wonder what it would take for him to open upâto let you see more than just the surface.
You watch him stands abruptly in front of you, like he's about to bolt. "But I'm not done," you lie, trying to keep him there, keep the moment from slipping away.
He hesitates, glaring at you, but after a second, he sits back down with a grunt. "Whatever, just get it over with. I don't have all night to wait around."
You stay still, your hands resting in your lap as you stare at him, not moving to pick up the first aid kit again. "Can I ask you something?"
Sanzu slouches deeper into the couch, his eyes narrowing at you. "What now?"
You take a breath, steadying yourself. "How did you get those scars?"
The question hangs in the air between you, heavy and loaded with meaning. For a moment, you expect him to laugh it off, to mock you for even asking. But instead, he just stares at you, his gaze cold and distant, like he's weighing whether or not to answer.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper. "Mikey gave them to me."
The admission hits you like a punch to the gut. Mikey? Mikey did that to him? You feel your heart sink, your stomach twisting in disbelief. Judging by the faded look of the scars, it wasn't recentâthis happened years ago. Long before Bonten. So why...?
"Why did he do that?" Your voice cracks, betraying the flood of emotions rising inside you.
Sanzu's eyes darken, his expression hardening. "I don't fucking remember," he snaps, his tone sharp, like he's daring you to push further.Â
But the look in his eyes tells you more than his words ever could. This isn't something he wants to talk aboutânot with you, not with anyone.
You lower your gaze, staring down at your hands as the weight of everything threatens to crush you again. The urge to cry surfaces, hot tears stinging your eyes. You've cried so much today, and in front of him of all people. It's humiliating at this point.Â
You stand, trying to escape the overwhelming weight of it all. "It's done. So I'll just... go," you mumble, stepping toward the door.
Before you can make it far, Sanzu's hand wraps around your wrist, his fingers cool against your skin. His grip is light, almost hesitant. You look down at where his fingers hold you, then back up at him.Â
"What is it?"
You can feel your voice trembling, on the verge of breaking. You're so close to falling apart, and he's just... watching.
"Want this?" he asks suddenly, holding up a bottle filled with colorful pills.Â
He gives it a small shake, and the pills rattle softly inside. The smirk that spreads across his face now is familiar, predatory. This is the Sanzu you know, the one you hate.Â
"This shit's the real deal. The other stuff I gave you earlier was just a trial run." He laughs, that low, mocking sound that makes your blood boil.
Your chest tightens as you stare at the pills, your mind flashing back to the euphoria from earlier. It had felt so good, so easy, like all the pain had vanished for a while. And yet... you narrow your eyes at him, anger replacing the temptation. How could he think you'd ever take anything from him again after what he did?
Sanzu sees the anger flash across your face, and the smirk fades. He lets go of your wrist and looks away, his expression hardening again. "Forget it. Just go."
For a moment, you almost do. You almost walk out the door and leave him behind. But something makes you stop. The way his hand had felt around your wrist, the way his voice had softened when he realized what he was offering. You glance back at him, his body tense as he stares ahead, avoiding your gaze. And suddenly, you don't want to leave anymore.
"I want it," you say quietly, turning fully to face him. "Give it to me."
Sanzu's eyes flick back to you, surprise flashing briefly before his usual sneer returns. "Fuck no," he grunts. "You think I'm gonna give you this just to watch you walk out that door?"
There's a pause. His words hang in the air, and for a split second, his eyes widen slightly, like he's just surprised himself with the admission. He hadn't meant to say that, but now it's out thereâhe doesn't want you to leave. Not yet.Â
He actually wants your company.
You can't help the bitter smile that tugs at your lips. "What, so you can choke me again?" you ask, your voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
His head snaps toward you, confusion etched into his features. "Huh? No. That'sâ" He stumbles over the words, almost defensive, like he hadn't considered how far he'd gone before.
Without waiting for him to finish, you plop down on the couch beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. You extend your hand, palm up, eyes fixed on his.Â
"Fine. Give me that, Sanzu."
For a moment, he doesn't move, his gaze searching your face. Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips againâthe same smug, infuriating expression you've come to expect from him.
Manjiro Sano has warned you more than once:Â avoid Sanzu when he's high. The fact that you were Mikey's girlfriend has always been enough to keep Sanzu from crossing certain lines when he's sober, but when the drugs took over, his already fragile self-control shatters.Â
The warning always carries weight, like a veiled threat that lingers at the back of your mind, but tonight... tonight, you don't care. You're too numb, too broken, and the reckless part of you craves the release Sanzu offers. The part of you that wants to forget Mikey.Â
The pill between Sanzu's fingers gleams like forbidden fruit, a dual-colored capsule that promises escape. His grin is lazy, predatory, as if the thrill of watching you self-destruct is part of his form of entertainment. Without a word, you reach for the pill, swallowing it down without hesitation. The bitter taste lingers at the back of your throat, but the anticipation of oblivion drowns out any second thoughts.
Within minutes, the edges of reality begin to blur. The room shifts, the walls breathe, and the floor ripples like water beneath your feet. Colors bleed into each other, swirling in dizzying patterns that make you feel weightless. The cool marble floor presses against your cheek as you lie sprawled on the ground, your limbs heavy yet disconnected from your body.
Above you, like a ghostly shadow, Sanzu lounges on the couch, watching you with an intensity that both unnerves and thrills you. He takes a pill of his own before the next wave hits youâstronger this time, pulling you under completely.
For a fleeting moment, you let everything goâthe pain, the heartbreak, the memories of Mikey's distant eyes as you walked away from him. All the weight of your unspoken love, of your shattered heart, evaporates in the fog of euphoria. It's terrifying how easy it is to forget, to lose yourself in the numbness. But somewhere, deep in the pit of your soul, the fear lingers.Â
What will be left of you when the high wears off?
When you wake the next morning, reality presses you down like a vise. Your head pounds, each throb a reminder of the drug still pulsing through your system. The soft morning light filters through the unfamiliar room's windows. You blink, disoriented, trying to piece together what happened.Â
Right... Sanzu. You were in his condo last night, and thisâthis must be his bedroom.
As you shift, the soft rustle of sheets draws your attention, and your heart leaps into your throat. Sanzu lies beside you, his face buried in the pillow, his hair a wild mess of pink strands. He's half-naked, the blanket draped loosely over his hips, and for a moment, panic seizes you.Â
Your fingers instinctively brush over your clothesâstill on, thank God. Relief washes over you, but it's fleeting. The haze of the previous night is still there, muddy and unclear, and you have no idea what happened between the two of you after you'd lost yourself to the high.
Whatever it was, it doesn't seem like you had sex with him. At least... you hope you didn't. Two people who are really high wouldn't bother to put their clothes back on after sex, right?Â
You sit up carefully, the bed creaking softly beneath you, and that's when you notice themâhis scars. Lines of jagged, raw skin crisscross his back like a violent roadmap of his past. Some scars are old, barely visible against his pale skin, while others are fresh, still healing from whatever recent chaos he's endured.Â
You know that Sanzu lives in violence, that it clings to him like a second skin, but seeing the marks so intimately, so vulnerably laid bare before youâit stirs something inside you. A deep, unsettling pity, but you quickly shove it down, pushing it past the ache in your chest.
Your shift your gaze to the floor, where the bottle of pills lies tipped over, colorful capsules scattered across the marble floor. How many did you take last night? Too many, you're sure. You feel their lingering effects, the way they dull the edges of your thoughts, how they slow your movements.Â
Shaking off the grogginess, you move toward the door, eyes landing on the katana propped up against the wall. A glint of steel in the early light.Â
You pause, your hand gripping the door handle. The memory of what Sanzu did before flashes through your mindâthe way he choked you, forcing the first pill down your throat. Mikey has punished him for it, but still, you felt guilty enough to treat his wounds. Then, stupidly, you let yourself get high with him again. Willingly.
But the anger still simmers under the surface. All those cruel words over the years, the taunts, the smirks, the way he looks down on you. He's infuriating. And this... this is your chance to get back at him.
Without thinking, you walk over to the katana. The hilt feels cool and foreign in your hand as you lift it, the weight of it surprising you. But you don't hesitate.
As you drag the katana behind you, the metal scraping loudly against the floor, the sound reverberates in the silent hallway. Each step feels like defiance, like a rebellion against everything Sanzu representsâthe control, the twisted power he holds over you.
In the basement, you find the garbage bin. Without a second thought, you dump the katana in, the clang of steel against metal echoing in the empty space. It isn't enough to truly hurt him, but it's enough to piss him off, enough to make him notice.
And that's what you want, isn't it? To get under his skin the way he always gets under yours? To make him feel somethingâanythingâthat isn't amusement at your suffering?
As you walk away, a small, bitter smile tugs at your lips. You know this won't end well. You're playing with fire, and Sanzu is dangerous when pushed. But the part of you that's still reeling from Mikey, still wounded and desperate, craves this chaos. You want to see what will happen when Sanzu finds the katana, want to watch the fury flash across his face. Because for once, you aren't the one falling apart.
Maybe it's madness, or maybe it's something deeperâa need to reclaim some form of control in a world that's stripped you of it. Either way, you aren't running anymore.
You'll face whatever comes next, even if it destroys you.
Manjiro Sano haunts you everywhere. He's with you in the empty bed, a ghost beside you as you stare at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the dark. When youâre in the kitchen, his voice echoes in your mind, teasing, laughing, pulling you into memories that make your chest tighten with an ache that hasn't dulled. In the mirror, you see him staring back, his familiar, cold gaze mocking you as you brush your teeth, as if daring you to forget the life you shared with him.
It's been weeks since the breakup, but the weight of nine years doesn't just vanish. You were naive to think it would be easy to let go. After all, you didn't just lose Mikeyâyou lost the future you had envisioned, the dream of always being by his side, no matter what.Â
You'd never loved anyone else, never felt the safety of another person's arms. You never had a reason to think you'd need to. And when you first learned about the arranged marriage three years ago, you foolishly believed that nothing could ever come between you and Mikey, that love would always win. However, reality had other plans.
Eventually, it all became too much. So, you made a decision. You packed your things and left the apartment you had once shared with him, that place filled with memoriesâof laughter, of love, of a time when he was truly yours. But now, those memories felt like weights pulling you under, drowning you in a past that you could no longer live in.Â
So, you found a new place, a smaller apartment far away from that suffocating ghost. You didn't tell anyone from Bonten. Not a soul knew where you were now. It was supposed to be your clean break.
But fate never lets you escape that easily.
Weeks after you've settled into your new life, you find yourself out for a casual walk, basking in the simplicity of a quiet day. An ice cream cone in one hand, a plastic bag of snacks in the otherâsmall, ordinary comforts in an otherwise chaotic life. You're beginning to breathe again, to feel the freedom of being on your own. And then you see him.
Mikey.
He's sitting outside a cafĂŠ, his silver hair catching the sunlight, his posture as calm and unreadable as ever. But next to him is her. His wife. The sight of them together makes your stomach lurch, your heart clenching as if gripped by an iron fist. She's laughing, and though Mikey's face is still as cold and impassive as always, there's something different about him. Softer. He looks at her in a way that sends a sharp pang through your chest.Â
He's moving on.
Your breath catches, and for a moment, the world feels like it's tilting on its axis. You need to get out of here. Now.
Before you can make your escape, though, you spot them. Ran's lazy, amused expression is the first thing you notice, his sharp eyes locking onto you with that all-too-familiar smirk.Â
"Well, well. Look who it is," he drawls, his voice dripping with mockery. But it's the presence next to him that makes your blood run cold.
Sanzu.
The moment his gaze lands on you, the air around you thickens. His eyes narrow, his lips curl into a sneer, and you know. He knows. You can almost feel the anger rolling off of him, simmering beneath the surface. You've crossed a line with him, and now, you'll pay for it.
Your heart hammers in your chest, panic seizing your throat. The plastic bag slips from your hand, the ice cream falling, forgotten, as it splatters against the pavement. You don't even care. All that matters now is getting away.
You turn and run.
"Oi!" Sanzu's voice slices through the air, sharp and dangerous. "Stop running!"
Like hell you will.Â
You know what he's capable of, and you know there's nothing holding him back nowânot Mikey, not anyone. Not after what you did. The memory flashes in your mindâthe clattering of metal, the weight of his katana in your hands as you threw it into the trash. The reckless satisfaction of it all.
You can hear his footsteps behind you, the sound growing louder with each passing second. He's faster than you remember, and your chest tightens in fear. Sanzu is dangerous even when he's calm, but this?Â
This is personal.
The crowded street is a blur as you dash through it, weaving past confused onlookers, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst. Dignity is the last thing on your mind right nowâyou're running for survival. And yet, amidst the chaos, a ridiculous thought crosses your mind:Â If I die today, I'll die looking like shit. No makeup, no cute clothes, just sweat and terror.
You can feel him gaining on you, the heat of his rage practically burning at your back, and desperation grips you. You need to think fast, or you won't make it. That's when you spot the riverbank up ahead, the water glistening in the distance.Â
Without a second thought, you sprint toward it, your feet barely touching the ground as you throw yourself into the icy water. The shock of the cold steals your breath, but you don't stop moving. You swim, forcing your body through the water, the chill biting into your skin.Â
When you finally break the surface, you gasp, a fleeting moment of triumph swelling in your chest. You've escaped.
Or so you think.
Your heart sinks when you see him standing on the riverbank, his figure dark and ominous against the bright sky. Sanzu is already peeling off his blazer, his eyes fixed on you with a predator's focus. There's no hesitation as he tosses it aside and kicks off his shoes. Of course, he's going to follow you. Of course, he's not letting this go.
You should have known better.
Sanzu dives into the water without a second thought, cutting through the current with frightening speed. And that's when it hits youâhe isn't just chasing you out of anger. He's chasing you because you've crossed a line you can never uncross. Because Sanzu doesn't follow any rules, doesn't have any boundaries.Â
And neither of you are sane enough to stop now.
< part two ends >
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âË⚠ἍáĄ. THE COOKBOOK !
as spooky season comes to a close and the weather starts to get chillier, other holidays start creeping closer. families get together and romance continues to blossom. and you know what keeps the bond tight and together? food.
they say food brings people together, so why not use it to help build a romantic rapport as the holiday seasons grow near? we believe that food helps build an everlasting relationship and want you all to share your story on how one dish help created a bond between you and your partner.
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Shipping Out
Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Drinking, smoking, public sex, smut. Word count: ~1.5k
Summary: Just trust me on this one, and read all the way to the end.
Author's note: A little birthday treat for @bottlesandbarricades. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.
The pub is crowded and noisy, the humidity of the air making her carefully coiffed curls cling to the back of her neck with perspiration. Itâs not often that she frequents this side of Manchester, but the change of scenery is a refreshing switch of pace to the monotony of everyday life. Laughter, music and the clinking of glasses is preferable to the whir of the factory sewing machines.
She taps her red lacquered nails against the wood of the bar, wrinkling her nose at the stickiness of the wooden surface beneath her palm. If the frequency with which itâs wiped down is any indication of the attentiveness of the barkeep then sheâs in for a long wait for a drink.
Sighing, she fishes her cigarette case from her handbag, flipping it open and plucking one out. No sooner has she placed it between her lips than a hand is clicking a flame to life before the end of it, turning it a glowing cherry red. She casts her gaze upwards through the steady plume of smoke, met by twinkling blue eyes and a cocky smirk, as the chivalrous stranger deposits his lighter back into his trouser pocket and regards her with a tip of his head.
âThanks,â she says with an easy smile, taking the smoke between her fingers and exhaling a tight line of vapour up towards the ceiling.
âDonât mention it,â he replies with a wink. âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?â
God, thatâs a terrible line.
She bites back a laugh, and decides to humour him. âTrying to get a drink, service in here is awful though.â
He purses his lips, eyes raking over her from head to toe, before nodding. âCanât be having that.â Slapping a hand against the bartop, he calls out, âOi! My lady friend and I are dying of thirst over here! Anyone serving?â
She raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but doesnât have to wait long until a middle aged, irritated looking woman makes her way around the corner to the pair of them and grumpily takes their order. Sheâs long since finished her cigarette by the time the glasses are placed heavily down in front of them.
He doesnât even ask what she wants to drink; she ends up with a gin and tonic, while he has a pint. Itâs what she would have ordered anyway, but the bold presumption unsettles her regardless.
Sipping her drink, she relishes in the way the fizzy bitterness envelopes her tongue as she takes in what heâs wearing; navy blue slacks and a matching long sleeved smock, with a white striped collar.
âShouldnât you be on a boat somewhere, sailor?â
He grins, setting his glass down on a dog eared beer mat. âJust so happens Iâve been given a night of shore leave. I ship out again tomorrow.â
âLucky me,â she says with a coy smile.
âIf you play your cards right you might be.â
Thereâs that smirk again. She watches as he takes out a packet of Lucky Strike, perching one between his lips before offering one to her. She gratefully accepts, and heâs quick to light it for her, before doing the same to his own.
Every table is full, but she doesnât mind, sheâs content just to prop up the bar with him, ignoring the ache of her feet as they lapse into effortless conversation. Heâs handsome, if a little overeager and she pays rapt attention as he entertains her with stories of his time aboard the HMS Exeter.
Sheâs on her third gin and tonic of the evening when he leans in to whisper to her.
âSo, I might not see another woman for months after tonight. You gonna help me make it one to remember?â
Feeling her cheeks heat up, she giggles softly. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âOh, Iâm sure weâll find a way for you to thank me for my loyal service to our country,â he tells her, taking her hand and leading her out of the pub.
Allowing the gin to fuel her confidence, before she can change her mind, she lets him guide her outside. Even met with the sobering chill of the night air, she offers up no protest when he pulls her into the ginnel, the brickwork biting into her back as he pushes her up against the wall and captures her lips with her.
Itâs a messy kiss, moist and desperate with need. He tastes of beer and tobacco as she welcomes his tongue against her own with parted lips, her fingertips sliding over the breadth of his shoulders and up into the cropped softness of his sandy coloured hair.
Pressing tighter against her, he groans appreciatively, mouth moving from hers to travel a path across her jaw and down her neck, as his hands find their way up her skirt. One teases the top of her stocking while the other presses against her clothed core, making her gasp.
His touch is hurried, not as thorough as sheâd like, yet she feels a growing stickiness between her thighs regardless. The warmth of his fingers and lips against her makes her feel desired, and she is lightheaded, almost giddy, to see the effect sheâs having on him.
Instinctively, she parts her legs wider as he dips beneath her knicker elastic, stroking eagerly through her folds.
âChrist, youâre soaked,â he rasps against the shell of her ear, âbet youâd let me fuck you right here, if I wanted, wouldnât you?â
She bites her bottom lip, stifling her quiet whimper as his strokes against her cause her to throb. âPleaseâŚâ
âSince you asked nicelyâŚâ He pulls back, blue eyes dark with intent as he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt, lowering his trousers and briefs just enough to free his erection.
Even in the darkness of the alleyway she can see that heâs thick and heavy, and he pumps lazily at himself, while his free hand reaches into his pocket.
âLeave that,â she tells him, as she spots the foil of the sheath wrapper.
He raises an eyebrow, pursing his lips as he stares at her. âYou sure?â
âYeah,â she whispers.
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs, slipping the packet away and surging forward. He pulls her underwear to the side, grasping the base of himself and pushes forcefully into her in one motion.
The movement knocks all the air from her lungs. Though she is wet, the public nature of their tryst leaves little time for him to prepare her fully, the luxury of time is not on their side, but in their desperation neither one of them cares. It stings, the fullness of him pushing against her, but itâs a pleasurable hurt.
Her breaths leave her mouth in shallow pants as he pistons his hips into her, lifting one of her legs to hook her thigh around his hip. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he rocks into her, his forehead pushed up against hers.
âFilthy slut,â he grits out, âbet youâd let me do anything to you, wouldnât you?â
âY-yeahâŚâ she whines, feeling his fingers press tighter into the meat of her thigh.
His brow furrows, and he grunts, his pace becoming sloppy and erratic. While the ache builds steadily inside of her, she worries heâll finish before she does. The thought is fleeting, and as though heâs read her mind, the hand not gripping her thigh slips between them, fingers rubbing tight circles against her bud. She clenches around him, the added stimulation serving to intensify the tightening in her lower belly.
âThatâs it,â he mutters, âcome on.â
He pulsates inside of her, knocking against a spot that makes her tip over the edge suddenly, and she lets out a choked cry, a rolling wave of weightlessness travelling from her head to her toes. Her walls spasm around him and he pushes himself in to the hilt, a groan of relief escaping him as he spills himself inside of her.
They stay like that for a few moments, both catching their breath as their bodies relax. He grins as he pulls back slightly, before leaning in to pepper her face with soft, playful kisses.
âTommy!â She huffs a laugh, swatting at his shoulder.
He slips out of her, stepping back to tuck himself away and fasten his belt. âThought we werenât supposed to be using our names? Part of the fun was pretending we donât know each other.â
She scoffs, putting her gusset back into place as she feels his spend start to drip out of her, and smooths her skirt back down. âThink you ruined that when you ordered my drink without asking what I wanted. A stranger wouldnât know I like gin and tonic!â
Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, offering his arm for her to take. âRight, right. Well, Iâll remember for next time. Whatever you need for me to fulfill your fantasies.â
âRight now, my only fantasy is being at home in bed. That pub is horrible,â she tells him as they begin to walk down the street arm in arm.
âYou wanted the uniform. I wasnât gonna take us somewhere someone we know would see and take the piss.â
She laughs, gripping his arm tighter as she looks up at him. âWas fun though, wasnât it?â
He gazes down at her with hooded eyes as they continue to walk. âIâve had worse nights.â
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regarding sept 19:
This needs to be clarified because misunderstanding has resulted in some usually very nice people getting incredibly nasty and bullying others.
This past week, many people - press, and content creators - were allowed a hands-on experience of the new Dragon Age game. They played for about 6 hours. The attendees of this event are under an NDA until Sept 19.
After September 19th, the people who played the game are allowed to speak about it in some amount of detail. The press embargo is lifted, so to speak.
No one who attended this event has come out, twirled their mustache, and said they're going to spoil major game stuff without warning.
If you think you're about to tell me that yes, someone did - no she didn't. I know it's too much to hope for but someday you must learn to not hear every tweet and text as if the other person was personally intending to harm you. Few people really are so malicious. If you approach text neutrally you can tell when people are, or not. Really.
They have instead warned that there will be info shared from this event, probably tagged and warned about (hopefully), but the reporting, sharing, reposting, etc., of that info will be - like all things in fandom - a mess dependent on individual fans. If you care about spoilers at all, get your filters and blocks ready for that. For sure!
But again, it only seems like they had 6 hours or so to play. I doubt the people who attended will be malicious or rubbing stuff in our faces. I doubt the people who attended will even be spilling every single deet. Most people who we know & are connected to the fandom that were in attendance have said they themselves avoided main game stuff, because they didn't want to be spoiled either.
So that is the real information, as best we know it, without fear mongering about a flood of spoilers - and do with that what you will!
A lot of people are starting to wholly block all of the new game's tags because they don't want to see anything else until it drops! This is definitely the time to start. Maybe you do need to go dark and hop off the internet to keep your boundaries, or maybe you feel confident in your dashboard, your friends, and your filtered content, that you won't be seeing untagged spoilers being shared. (I'm in the latter category; nothing has appeared on my dash without being filtered, for months.)
Control your space with the tools you have, but cruelty should not be one of them.
A lot of people (on twitter, love DA twitter, where the worst aspects of all your friends' personalities come out đ) have been incredibly, viciously belligerent to those who attended this event. They have used really terrible language to bully them as individuals and make personal attacks against them. The dog-piling has been amplified by certain people who were not invited to that event, and by the wording of others who are giving "warnings" about spoilers running rampant, floodgates opening, mayday, everyone is going to be rubbing spoilers in your face after Sept 19.
Whatever you think about the marketing about this game - whatever you think about what EA thinks are spoilers - whatever your personal stance on what you want to know going into the game (or not):
Content creators and press, their job is to talk about the game. In detail. It's their job! Ideally they do it as (is typically done! as many of them have already been doing!) with warnings/tags/whatever when something spoilery might come up.
Harassing them and wishing them harm or calling them terrible things and slandering their character is just an expression of your own frustration, lack of control, whatever - and it's not a good look.
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PERSEPHONE â ryomen sukuna x female reader [chapter 5: finale]
summary: ryomen sukuna, ruthless tycoon of the alcohol industry, is used to crushing rivals. but when his former meek secretary walks into his office as his newest competitor, heâs blindsided. youâve transformed into a powerful force, ready to go head-to-head in a high-stakes battle for dominance. as tension rises between you â both in business and something far more dangerous â sukuna realizes this fight might cost him more than just his empire.
content warnings & tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, business tycoon sukuna, mentions of depression and alcoholism, love triangle, angst, slow-burn,eventual smut, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters (suguru geto,uraume, choso kamo, gojo satoru, yuuji itadori) - this takes place in the same universe as my upcoming salaryman! choso fanfic
word count: 11.7k words
notes: with that, persephone comes to an end. thank you all so much for loving persephone! reader and business tycoon! sukuna <3 i hope this was the closure you were looking for. me personally i would have wanted to end it with a 4some with reader, suguru, uraume and sukuna /hj please let me know how you liked it in the comments below, i'd love to hear your thoughts - please grill me, i need the criticism. regarding the side-fics, i will be relasing them as lengthier oneshots. chapters don't really work for me, and i think it would be much more fun to read it in one go! i'll be putting out an announcement for tag list[s] soon enough <3.
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the rowdy murmur of voices and occasional bursts of laughter echoed faintly in the background as suguru pushed his way through the crowd. gojoâs teasing voice called after him, âyo suguru, where ya goinâ? itâs just getting good in here!â suguru barely acknowledged him, stepping out into the quiet hallway and answering your call.
"hey," he said, voice soft but tired.
"hey," you replied, nerves laced in every syllable.
"miss me already?" suguru teased, but his heart wasnât in it. there was something under the surface, a tension he couldnât shake.
"yeah, i do." you paused, your throat tightening. "suguru⌠did you see the tabloid articles?"
there was a beat of silence, and then a deep sigh from his end. "yeah, i saw them. kinda hard not to. gojo thought it was funny as hell. i... i didnât, obviously." his voice was flat, but you could hear the regret threaded in his words.
âsuguru, you know i love you,â you began, feeling the weight of what you were about to say settle heavily on your chest.
"but?" suguru interrupted, his tone sharper than before.
"how did you â"
"just say it, vino," he urged, voice almost breaking. "iâll handle it."
your breath caught in your throat, but you pushed through. "i need time for me. i need time to focus on myself. i canât keep finding myself running back and forth between you two. being put on the spotlight like this⌠itâs not something i want."
there was a low, bitter laugh on the other end of the line. "so, what? you want to focus on yourself⌠but with sukuna? is that what youâre saying?" his frustration simmered just beneath the surface, restrained but there.
"that is not what i said," you shot back, feeling the rising heat of your own emotions.
"it sure sounds like that," he said, his voice a little more forceful now. "i donât get it, y/n. iâve been the one that helped you through everything, and now youâre basically saying you want to go back to that? have you lost your mind?"
"suguru, thatâs a low blow, and you know it," you bit out, trying to keep your voice steady. "that happened four years ago â"
"but everyone, including yourself, can still see its effects today!" he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
you winced, his words digging into the fragile wounds youâd been trying to heal for years. "how i chose to handle the situation is entirely on me!" your voice wavered, the rawness of the past seeping into your tone. "i was a fucking pussy for drowning myself in booze, using it as an escape when i couldâve just⌠fixed my fucking life."
the line went quiet for a moment. you could hear him breathing, could almost picture him rubbing his temples like he always did when things got too overwhelming.
"...i understand," suguru finally said, his voice low, almost resigned.
"sugu â"
"no, y/n," he interrupted, his tone gentler now, but laced with exhaustion. "i think⌠iâll spend an extra couple of days here. with gojo, i mean. i need a break."
"suguru, please â"
there was a long, suffocating pause. you thought heâd disconnected the call until you heard him sigh again, softer this time. "you should go," he said, and his words pierced through you like a cold wind. "to him, i mean."
"suguruâŚ" you whispered, the ache in your chest blooming like a bruise.
"y/n, iâm fine." but his voice betrayed him, trembling ever so slightly. "your words⌠they sting, but they make sense. you need time for yourself. i get it. i just â" he broke off, struggling to gather his thoughts. "i hope you find what youâre looking for."
his voice cracked, and your heart shattered.
"i love you," he said, the words heavy with finality. "god, i love you. and thatâs the best mistake iâve ever made."
before you could respond, the call disconnected. the silence that followed was deafening, pressing down on you, leaving you feeling hollow and more confused than ever.
but in suguruâs words, in his acceptance, there was also release â something you both had desperately needed but hadnât known how to ask for. now, you had no choice but to confront the feelings you had been running from. and the terrifying part? there was no going back from here.
you stand in your apartment, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, the weight of the conversation with suguru still heavy in your chest. your mind races, replaying his words, but another name keeps surfacing, drowning out everything else: sukuna.
without thinking, your fingers dial a number, and uraumeâs voice crackles through the line.
âmiss l/n?â they answer, their tone professional, but there's an edge of concern. âis everything okay?â
you hesitate, biting your lip before blurting, âwhereâs sukuna?â
thereâs a pause on the other end. âryomen? heâs⌠iâm not sure. he left the office earlier.â
âwhat do you mean youâre not sure?â your voice rises, frustration bubbling to the surface. âwhy didnât you tell me? why didnât you ââ
uraumeâs calm voice interrupts your panic. âmiss l/n, i didnât know. he booked a private jet on his own. i only found out about it moments ago. he didnât give any explanation.â
your heart pounds in your chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a vice. âso, where is he now? where did he go?â
âheâs on his way to the airport.â
âthe airport?!â you practically yell, the shock coursing through you like a jolt of electricity. âwhy didnât you say anything sooner?â
âi⌠i didnât know,â uraume admits, their voice steady but tinged with a rare uncertainty. âhe didnât inform me of this.â
you exhale sharply, pacing the length of your apartment as your mind races. âokay, okay⌠iâll meet you there. we need to stop him.â
âiâll head there immediately,â uraume replies, their voice soft but firm. âdonât worry, miss l/n. weâll figure this out.â
âdonât â just⌠iâll be there in twenty.â you hang up, your heart hammering in your chest as you scramble for your keys.
your legs feel like lead as you sprint through the airport, dodging passengers, security, anyone in your way. you can feel your heartbeat in your throat, the weight of your desperation pushing you forward. the moment you passed through the security gate, it was all a blur â uraume must have worked their magic, because no one tried to stop you. you didnât even have to explain yourself. no time for explanations, no time for anything except reaching him.
as you break into the open air of the runway, the roaring engines of sukunaâs private jet make everything around you tremble. the wind whips against your skin, tearing at your clothes, but it doesnât matter. nothing matters except the sight of him â sukuna â climbing the steps to the jet, his broad frame silhouetted against the dull gray sky.
"sukuna!" you scream, your voice raw, your chest aching. the sound of the engines should drown you out, but somehow, as if attuned to your very soul, he hears you. he always hears you.
he pauses, his head turning sharply in your direction, and for a split second, the world seems to stop. his gaze locks onto yours, his red eyes wide with disbelief. you see the flicker of something unguarded, something vulnerable, as he stands frozen in place.
and then, for the first time in what feels like forever, he runs. he runs. down the ramp, missing a step, his usually precise and calculated movements thrown off as he rushes toward you. itâs so uncharacteristic of him â so unlike the sukuna you know â but in this moment, itâs all youâve ever needed.
you meet him halfway, breathless, your chest heaving as you stop in front of him. the wind roars around you, the plane's wings creating a deafening backdrop, but everything else seems silent. itâs just the two of you. his eyes, stormy and conflicted, bore into yours, and for a moment, neither of you speak.
he looks at you like he doesnât know whether to yell, hug, or kiss you, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.
"youâre bad for me," he finally rasps, his voice strained. itâs a confession, not an accusation. his brows knit together, and thereâs something in his eyes â fear, anger, something raw. âyou ruin me.â
âi know,â you whisper back, the wind biting at your skin, but your words are steady. âi know, âkuna.â
his chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath heavy like heâs on the verge of something. "we shouldnât be doing this," he growls, his voice deep and rough, like he's trying to convince himself as much as you. his eyes flash with a dark emotion, flickering between anger and longing. "this isnât â we canât."
you step closer, your heart pounding so hard you swear he can hear it. âpush me away then.â your voice is soft but firm, your gaze never leaving his.
he stares at you, his hands shaking as he balls them into fists. his jaw clenches, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. but when he opens his mouth to say something, nothing comes out. his lips part, and you see the conflict raging inside him. the way his eyes flicker between the plane behind him and your face, the way his body tenses as if heâs preparing to do something â anything â other than admit the truth.
"i canât," he finally breathes, his voice breaking. his hands, trembling, reach for you but stop just short, as if touching you might shatter whateverâs left of him. thereâs a roughness in his tone, a vulnerability that you rarely see.
you close the distance, taking his hands into yours. theyâre cold, shaking slightly as you pull them towards you. âthen donât.â
he pulls you into him, his hands gripping you like heâs afraid youâll disappear, his body warm despite the coldness around you. his forehead presses against yours, and you feel his breath on your lips. for a moment, neither of you say anything, the closeness too overwhelming.
âthis is a mistake,â he whispers, his voice low and pained. âyou make me⌠feel things i shouldnât. things that donât make sense. i wasâŚ. fine before you.â
but you can hear the lie in his words, the way his voice wavers. you press your hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thudding of his heart, and you know â you know heâs just as lost in this as you are.
âit doesnât have to make sense,â you whisper back. âit just has to be real.â
he exhales sharply, and for a moment, you feel his resolve crumble. his lips ghost over yours, hesitating, almost as if heâs giving you one last chance to walk away. but neither of you move.
and then he kisses you. hard. like heâs drowning and youâre his only breath. his grip tightens around you, desperate, rough, like he canât get close enough. the kiss is bruising, intense, a war between need and restraint.
âyou⌠drive me insane,â he murmurs against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with emotion. âand i hate you for it.â but the way heâs holding you, the way he kisses you again, says the exact opposite.
âi donât care,â you whisper, breathless as you kiss him back, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. âi donât care, âkuna.â
he pulls you into him again, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his forehead resting against yours as you both stand there, panting, holding onto each other like you might both fall apart if you let go.
âyou better not run from me again,â you murmur, your voice cracking slightly.
he huffs a bitter laugh, his eyes closed as he presses a kiss to your forehead. âyouâre the only one iâll ever come back for.â
and before you knew it, a wedding hall sparkled with warm light, reflecting off chandeliers and casting a soft glow on the sea of guests. everyone was dressed to the nines, but the only thing that seemed to matter was the pair standing at the altar. you, in a stunning white dress, felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders when sukunaâs rough hands slipped the wedding ring onto your finger. he looked handsome in his black tuxedo, the sharp lines of his face softening for once, as he gazed at you with an expression youâd never thought youâd see on him â vulnerability. yuuji, standing as one of the best men, was barely holding it together. his cheeks were puffed out as he bit down hard, trying to stifle his sobs, while choso gave him a nudge, as if to remind him to stay strong. but even choso couldnât stop the trembling in his own bottom lip as sukuna leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss.
the hall exploded into cheers and applause, filling the air with laughter and joy. youâre now officially y/n l/n ryomen, and as you stood there in sukuna's arms, you couldnât imagine it any other way. the warmth of his body pressed against yours felt like home â something you thought youâd never feel after everything youâd been through.
as the evening carried on, the wedding party only grew livelier. the music shifted into something slower, signaling the coupleâs dance. you and sukuna stood in the middle of the floor, all eyes on you as you swayed gently to the music. sukunaâs arms were strong around you, and his grip tightened on your waist like he was afraid to let go, but his expression remained neutral, as if he was suppressing the surge of emotion within him.
âyouâre doing it wrong,â you whispered, a small smile playing at your lips.
âshut up,â he grunted, though his lips twitched, betraying the beginnings of a smile. âjust keep dancing.â
off to the side of the hall, uraume stood watching the scene unfold. their eyes, usually so cold, had softened just a little as they observed how sukuna held you, as if you were the most precious thing in his world. beside them, suguru leaned against the wall, arms crossed, though his usual smug demeanor had all but vanished.
âyouâll never tell her, will you,â uraume said quietly, their eyes still on you and sukuna as you danced.
suguru exhaled softly, looking down at the floor before lifting his gaze to meet uraumeâs. âshe knows,â he replied, his voice low, almost tired.
âand yet youâre letting her walk away?â
âyouâre letting it happen on your end too, you know,â suguru countered, his tone tinged with a hint of bitterness.
uraumeâs brows furrowed slightly. âthatâs not fair of you to say, geto.â
âis anything in life really fair?â suguruâs voice was laced with a resigned sadness, the weight of his words heavy in the air between them. he shifted his gaze back to you, a flicker of something unspoken in his dark eyes as he watched you laugh softly into sukunaâs chest. it was a sound he loved hearing, but one that wasnât meant for him.
uraume didnât respond, instead focusing on the way sukuna held you. âhe really loves her,â they murmured, almost to themselves.
suguru nodded slightly, his jaw tightening. âyeah⌠he does.â
there was a moment of silence, the only sound being the soft music from the dance floor and the murmur of guests chatting around them. uraume broke the silence, their voice softer than usual. âitâs better this way, for both of them.â
âmaybe,â suguru replied, his eyes never leaving you. âbut that doesnât make it any easier.â
uraume didnât push further, knowing suguruâs heart wasnât something easily mended, and instead shifted their gaze back to the happy couple. the wedding may have been a celebration, but to the two watching from the sidelines, it was a bittersweet reminder of what could never be.
as the dance ended and the crowd erupted into applause again, sukuna leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you whispered something only he could hear. he smiled â a rare, genuine smile â as he tugged you closer to him, the world around you fading away.
across the room, suguru turned away, letting the noise of the wedding drown out the quiet ache in his chest.
the sound of applause and laughter faded into the background as you pulled away from sukuna after the dance. his lips brushed your forehead softly, his hand lingering on your waist as he watched you with that familiar intensity. "go talk to him," he murmured, his voice gruff but knowing.
you gave him a grateful smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek. âiâll be back,â you promised, before turning toward where suguru stood, half-hidden in the shadows near the back of the hall.
he had been watching you the entire time. his arms were crossed, a distant smile tugging at his lips as you approached, but there was something unmistakably bittersweet in his eyes. the smile didnât quite reach them, as if he was holding back everything he truly felt, tucked safely behind that calm exterior.
âhey,â you said softly, stopping a few steps in front of him.
âhey,â he replied, his voice gentle. the weight of all the unspoken words between you both hung in the air. he uncrossed his arms, standing a bit straighter, but there was a sense of quiet acceptance in his posture. he didnât need to say it; you both knew what this moment was.
"so..." you started, feeling the warmth of the room seep into your skin, but somehow it didn't reach the ache forming in your chest. "i just wanted to thank you."
he raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a soft smile. âthank me? what for?â
âfor everything,â you said, stepping closer. âfor being there, for helping me through all the hard times. i donât think i couldâve done it without you. persephone itself wouldnât have been there without you.â
he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. âyou give me too much credit. youâve always had the strength. i just helped you see it.â his voice cracked ever so slightly, betraying the emotions he kept buried deep inside.
you took another step closer, so close now you could feel his presence like a comforting warmth. âsuguru, you mean more to me than you realize. i wouldnât be standing here right now, happy, if it wasnât for you.â
his eyes softened, but the sadness remained. âiâm just glad you're happy, vino.â his nickname for you felt heavy with nostalgia, a remnant of the time when he was your closest confidant, your anchor.
"i am happy," you whispered, your eyes searching his. "but⌠youâre part of that happiness, too. i need you to know that.â
he held your gaze for a moment, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions â regret, love, and something deeper, something that had always remained unspoken between the two of you. "i know," he said quietly. "i know. and i promise iâm okay with it. really." his voice was soft, but firm, as if he were reassuring not only you but himself.
there was a long pause, filled with the quiet sounds of the wedding behind you, but neither of you moved. finally, suguru sighed, running a hand through his hair. âi always knew youâd end up with him,â he admitted, his tone light, though his eyes carried a hint of sadness. âheâs what you need.â
âi donât want you to think youâre losing me,â you said, your voice breaking slightly as you reached for his hand. "because youâre not."
he hesitated for a moment, then intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly. âiâm not losing you,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, âbecause iâll always be here for you. you know that, right?â
you nodded, your thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. "always," you echoed.
suguru took a deep breath, his expression softening as he looked down at your hands, your pinkies brushing against each other. and then, slowly, deliberately, he hooked his pinky with yours, a silent promise that transcended words.
âa promise,â he murmured, his voice carrying a quiet resolve. âno matter what happens, weâre in this together. you and me.â
your heart clenched at the simple, yet profound gesture. a promise, not of love in the romantic sense, but of loyalty, of friendship, of everything the two of you had built over the years. no matter how things changed, no matter how life pulled you in different directions, you would always have this.
âa promise,â you whispered back, your pinkies interlocking tightly, sealing the bond you both knew would never fade.
suguru smiled, and this time, it reached his eyes. "iâm happy for you," he said, his voice low but steady. "you deserve this, all of it."
you squeezed his hand gently, holding on for just a little longer. "thank you, suguru. for everything."
his grip tightened, just for a moment, before he let go, the weight of the world lifting off both your shoulders. "go on," he said, nodding toward sukuna, who stood waiting for you at the other side of the room, his gaze fixed on the two of you.
you smiled softly at suguru, giving his hand one last squeeze before turning away. as you walked back to sukuna, you knew that whatever the future held, you and suguru would always share this unbreakable bond. a promise, made with intertwined pinkies and hearts too full of memories to ever forget.
and in the background, as suguru watched you walk away, he felt at peace for the first time in a long time. your happiness was his happiness, even if it meant you were with someone else.
while you spoke quietly with suguru, sukuna found himself in a conversation he didnât anticipate: a one-on-one with your mother. she was elegant and composed, warm yet casual â a far cry from woman at your new yearâs party. she was standing just at the edge of the reception area, sipping on champagne, her eyes fixed on you and suguru.
âmrs. l/n,â sukuna greeted, a surprising softness to his voice as he approached. there was respect in his posture, and though sukuna had built a reputation for being intimidating, he knew when to tread carefully.
she turned toward him, smiling slightly. âryomen.â her voice was calm, unreadable. she had a presence that reminded sukuna a lot of you â strong, resilient, but there was a gentle warmth beneath the surface. "come to make your case?â
sukunaâs mouth curved into a faint smile. âi think iâve already made it.â
your mother raised an eyebrow. âhave you now? a man like you, with a past like yours, has a lot to prove when it comes to loving my daughter.â
sukuna didnât flinch. heâd been expecting this. âi do,â he agreed, his voice steady. âand iâm not going to pretend like i havenât screwed things up in the past. but she knows me â better than anyone. she sees what iâve become.â
her gaze lingered on him for a moment, thoughtful, weighing. âshe does,â she finally said. âand sheâs always been a good judge of character. but iâm not worried about her judgment. iâm worried about yours.â
sukunaâs jaw tightened, but he didnât avert his gaze. âi wonât ever let her down again,â he promised. âi know what sheâs been through, and i know what i put her through. but iâve changed. elysium...everything iâve done, itâs for her.â
your mother took another sip of her champagne, her eyes softening as she studied him. âi know,â she said quietly, and sukunaâs eyes widened just slightly in surprise. âiâve seen the changes in you. starting elysium? helping her get back on her feet? itâs not something the old sukuna wouldâve done. iâve seen the way youâve fought for her.â
sukuna nodded, a rare flicker of vulnerability flashing across his features. âshe saved me too,â he admitted, almost reluctantly. âin more ways than i can count. i owe her my life, and iâll spend the rest of it making sure she never doubts that.â
your mother was silent for a moment, and then she chuckled softly, shaking her head. âyou sound like a man in love.â
âi am.â sukunaâs response was instant, no hesitation in his voice. âi love her more than anything.â
âthatâs good to hear,â she said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. âbecause thatâs what she deserves. a man who will put her first, who will take care of her, and who will cherish her.â
âi will,â sukuna promised, and there was a fierce determination in his voice. âiâll protect her. always.â
your motherâs gaze softened further, and she placed a gentle hand on his arm. âthen i have no doubts,â she said. âyouâve earned her trust, and now...you have mine.â
sukuna swallowed hard, feeling a strange sense of gratitude well up inside him. âthank you,â he said quietly, his voice rough. âi wonât let you down.â
she nodded, her expression warm, almost motherly. âyouâd better not. because if you do, iâll be the first one at your door.â
sukuna let out a low, appreciative chuckle. âunderstood, mrs. l/n.â
your mother smiled softly. âyou know,â she began, her tone lightening just slightly, âyou and i...we both know sheâs strong. but even the strongest people need someone to lean on. take care of her, ryomen. donât just protect her â make her happy.â
he looked at her, his voice steady but filled with emotion. âthatâs all i want,â he said. âto keep her mine. to keep her happy.â
there was a moment of quiet understanding between them, and for the first time, sukuna felt the weight of this responsibility in a way he hadnât before. he wasnât just marrying you; he was being entrusted with your entire life, your heart, your happiness. and somehow, in that moment, standing there with your mother, he felt worthy of it.
as the sounds of laughter and music filled the hall once more, sukuna took a step back, a rare softness in his eyes. âiâll make sure she knows every day,â he added, his voice lower now, more personal. âsheâs everything to me. and iâll spend my life proving that.â
your mother smiled once more, her eyes filled with the kind of warmth only a mother could have. âthen iâm glad she has you,â she said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before turning back to the celebration. âwelcome to the family, ryomen.â
and as she walked away, sukuna let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding. it felt...right. for the first time, he wasnât the ruthless, business tycoon. he was the man who would spend his life making you happy, keeping you his. he was entrusted with a responsibility that felt almost sacred, and for the first time, he truly believed he was worthy of it.
he turned his head, his eyes catching yours across the room as you held suguruâs hand in a quiet moment of friendship. a promise, not only to suguru, but to yourself, to your mother, to everyone in your life. and sukuna? he would be the man to keep it.
and with that, he allowed himself to feel something he hadnât in years â a deep, all-consuming sense of peace.
while all the heartfelt conversations were happening elsewhere, yuuji, choso, and uraume were seated together at a table near the back of the reception hall. yuuji had a wide grin on his face, his eyes bright with excitement as he nudged choso with his elbow.
âso, big bro, youâre next in line, right?â yuuji teased, his grin only widening when he saw the unimpressed look on chosoâs face.
choso scoffed, rolling his eyes. âplease, i canât even get a full night of sleep, and youâre talking about marriage?â
yuuji, ignoring the deflection, leaned in closer, whispering dramatically, âyouâre not getting any younger, bro. youâll be the one walking down the aisle next! i can feel it.â
âyeah, right,â choso snorted, flicking yuujiâs forehead in retaliation. âyou should focus on getting that degree before you start acting like a grandpa, yuuji. youâve got enough on your plate without playing cupid.â
uraume, who had been sitting quietly, observing the two brothers with their usual composed demeanor, let out an unexpected chuckle at chosoâs remark. the sound of uraume laughing â a rare occurrence â caught both yuuji and choso off guard.
âuraume?â yuuji blinked, clearly surprised. âdid you just laugh?â
uraumeâs expression remained neutral, though their eyes sparkled slightly. âitâs just...you do have a tendency to take on more than you can handle, yuuji. perhaps choso is right. focus on one thing at a time.â
yuuji pouted, crossing his arms. âyou guys are ganging up on me! what happened to wedding day joy? isnât this supposed to be a celebration? and choso, come on, donât act like you donât want to settle down!â
choso raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. âwho said anything about settling down? youâre getting way ahead of yourself.â
yuuji leaned forward, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. âso, no blind dates then? i mean, youâve gotta be thinking about it, right? someoneâs gotta sweep you off your feet, choso.â
choso shot him an incredulous look. âblind dates? seriously? iâm not interested in that kind of thing.â
yuuji, ever the instigator, pressed on, âoh, come on! you never know. what if someone amazing is just waiting out there for you? donât tell me youâre going to be single forever.â
uraume, joining the conversation with their usual calm tone, added, âperhaps it wouldnât be the worst idea. itâs not as if youâre without prospects.â
choso narrowed his eyes suspiciously at uraume. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âyouâre dedicated, reliable,â uraume replied, their tone neutral but pointed. âqualities people find appealing in a partner.â
yuuji jumped in again, clearly enjoying himself. âsee? even uraume agrees! and besides, youâd look great all dressed up for a date.â
choso sighed heavily, shaking his head. âthis conversation is ridiculous.â
âno, itâs not!â yuuji protested, flashing him a grin. âin fact, i think itâs a great idea. i mean, there are tons of great girls out there. or guys, if thatâs more your thing. you just need a little push.â
uraume, surprising them both again, said, âit wouldnât hurt to consider it, choso. itâs not as though blind dates are binding.â
choso stared at uraume, slightly betrayed. âyou too? i thought you were the reasonable one.â
yuuji chuckled, clapping his hands together. âitâs settled then! choso, youâre going on a blind date. weâll make it happen.â
choso groaned, burying his face in his hands. âthis is going to be a disaster.â
but even as he sighed, the corner of his lips twitched up, a small smile betraying his amusement. maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny part of him that didnât hate the idea after all.
as the reception wound down and the soft buzz of laughter and conversation filled the air, sukuna stood at the center of the room, glass in hand, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. he had never been one for sentimentality, never a man of soft words or tender moments. but tonight, with you by his side, his wife, and the closest people in his life surrounding him, he couldnât help but feel something stir deep within. a sense of fulfillment. of family.
he cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the hum of the room. the murmurs died down, and everyone turned to face him, anticipation hanging in the air. the spotlight seemed to cast an almost softer glow around him as he raised his glass higher.
âi donât do speeches,â he began, his usual gruffness tinged with something softer tonight, âso donât expect this to be long.â
you stood by his side, smiling up at him, your hand resting gently on his arm. he caught your gaze for a moment, his expression softening as he looked at you â his wife. a title that still felt surreal in the most comforting way possible.
âbut todayâs a day for firsts, isnât it?â he said, glancing around the room. âand⌠hell, i guess i have some things to say.â
his eyes moved to suguru, standing a few steps away with a drink in his hand. the man was quiet, his usual composed face betraying none of the swirling emotions underneath. but sukuna knew. he always knew. suguru, for all his frustration, was a brother in this strange, twisted way. there was a silent understanding between them, a recognition of what they both had â and didnât have. sukuna nodded in his direction, subtle but meaningful.
âsuguru,â sukunaâs voice was almost thoughtful, âyouâve been there for her, longer than i have. i know that. and as much as i hate to admit it, youâre a part of this too. youâre family.â suguruâs eyes flickered with surprise for a brief second, then a faint smile tugged at his lips. he raised his glass back to sukuna, silently acknowledging the unspoken truth between them.
then sukunaâs gaze shifted to yuuji, sitting at a table with choso and uraume, already smiling that bright, goofy smile that had melted through even sukunaâs cold exterior over the years. yuuji, the kid who without even trying, became one of the few people he cared for.
âand yuuji,â sukuna smirked slightly, âyouâve been annoying as hell, but youâre also one of the best things thatâs happened to me.â yuujiâs eyes widened at the unexpected compliment, his grin growing even wider as he nodded enthusiastically, looking like he might burst into tears at any second. âyouâve made things⌠fun.â
next, choso â the quiet brother, always standing in the background, but never unnoticed. sukunaâs eyes met his, and the two of them shared a look of understanding. they were alike in many ways, silent protectors who spoke more with their actions than with words.
âchoso,â sukuna said, his voice dropping just slightly, âyouâve been a steady hand in this chaos we call life. a brother in more ways than one. donât let yuuji drag you into anything stupid.â
choso chuckled softly, shaking his head as he lifted his glass, his lips quirking into a rare smile. âiâll try,â he muttered under his breath.
then there was uraume, standing stoically off to the side, watching the entire scene with their usual calm detachment. but sukuna knew better. uraume had been there from the beginning, loyal to a fault, and though they didnât show it, he knew they cared deeply for him and you. theyâd become more than just his right hand; theyâd become a confidant, a guardian of his family.
âuraume,â sukuna said, his tone firm but warm, âyouâve always had my back. i donât say this often, but thank you. for everything.â uraumeâs gaze softened just slightly, their lips pressing into a thin line as they gave a small nod, no words needed between them.
then, sukunaâs eyes found yours again, and for a moment, the entire room faded into the background. it was just you and him. the woman who had turned his life upside down, who had dragged him into something so terrifying, so real, that he had no choice but to embrace it. love.
âand you,â sukuna said, his voice softening in a way that only you got to hear, âyouâve made me better, even when i didnât want to be. i canât promise that iâll always be good at this. at⌠us. but iâll try. iâll always try for you.â
your heart swelled at his words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you squeezed his arm gently, whispering, âthatâs all i need.â
finally, sukuna turned to your mother, who had been watching the entire scene with a knowing smile. she had always been wary of him, and rightfully so. but now, as she looked at him, there was something like approval in her eyes. sukuna met her gaze with a rare vulnerability, bowing his head slightly in respect.
âi know iâm not the son-in-law you imagined,â sukuna said, his voice gruff again but filled with sincerity, âbut iâll take care of her. of them. i swear it.â
your motherâs smile grew, and she raised her glass in return, her voice soft but firm. âi know you will, sukuna. youâve proven that already.â
sukuna straightened, his chest swelling with a strange sense of pride. it wasnât often he sought anyoneâs approval, but hers meant something. it meant that heâd truly earned his place in your life, in your family.
he took a deep breath, looking around the room one last time, taking in the faces of the people who mattered most to him. âso, hereâs to family,â he said, raising his glass high, his voice steady, âthe one weâre born into, and the one we make.â
the room erupted into cheers, glasses clinking together as everyone raised their drinks in a toast. the warmth of the moment enveloped the space, a full-circle moment for everyone who had been part of the journey.
as the night went on, you and sukuna stole a quiet moment together, standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching your friends and family laughing and celebrating. sukuna wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, his lips brushing against your ear.
âi love you,â he whispered, the words so soft that only you could hear them.
you smiled, leaning into him as you whispered back, âi love you too.â
and as you stood there, surrounded by the people who had become your family, you realized that this â all of it â was exactly where you were meant to be.
as the night drew to a close, you and sukuna bid your final goodbyes to your guests. suguru gave you a lingering smile, squeezing your hand in reassurance as his pinky briefly locked with yours. yuujiâs eyes shimmered with happy tears as he waved you off enthusiastically, and choso smiled, nodding in your direction. uraume gave you a small, stiff bow â their way of showing warmth. sukuna grunted in his usual fashion, a goodbye only he could pull off with such weight behind it.
you walked together, hand in hand, toward the hotel, the stars shimmering above like they were celebrating the night alongside you. once inside, you gasped dramatically, your hand flying to your chest in mock surprise as you stepped into your hotel suite. the room was nothing short of breathtaking â pure opulence. tall, floor-to-ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the cityâs skyline, sparkling against the deep midnight blue of the night. the room itself was decorated in warm tones of gold and cream, plush sofas, thick velvet curtains, and a massive bed adorned with silk sheets that looked almost too perfect to touch. a bottle of champagne sat chilled on a nearby table, along with rose petals that scattered elegantly across the floor.
"wow," you breathed out, eyes wide as you took it all in, "uraume really pulled out all the stops, huh."
before you could say more, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a firm, familiar chest. sukuna's low, gruff chuckle rumbled behind you as he hugged you tightly, his chin resting on your shoulder.
âuraume?â he muttered into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. âwoman, iâll have you know i arranged this all by myself.â his voice was filled with a playful arrogance, and you couldnât help but smile at the pride in his tone.
he shifted slightly, pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft, fleeting kiss before his teeth grazed your skin. âgoing to be spending the night with my wife,â he punctuated the title with a teasing nibble, and you couldnât hold back the squeal that escaped your lips, laughter bubbling out of you as his grip tightened.
âsukuna!â you giggled, trying to wriggle free from his hold, but he wasnât having it. with a mischievous glint in his eye, he scooped you up effortlessly, your legs kicking lightly in the air as he spun you around toward the bed.
âoh no, youâre not getting away that easily,â he smirked, carrying you over to the bed as you laughed uncontrollably in his arms. the playfulness, the warmth between you two, filled the room, making it feel less like a grand hotel suite and more like the cozy heart of your new life together.
as sukuna laid you down gently on the bed, you looked up at him, his smirk softening into something more tender, more real. for all his arrogance, all his sharp edges, tonight was a reminder that he was yours. and you were his.
âmy wife,â he repeated, softer this time, brushing a strand of hair from your face before he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a slow, lingering kiss.
you both fell back onto the bed, lying side by side in a quiet, comfortable silence. neither of you felt the need to rush into anything; just being there, together, was enough for now. staring up at the ceiling, you let out a small sigh, your fingers lightly grazing the silk sheets beneath you.
"so," you broke the silence, your voice soft, "iâve been meaning to ask you about the tattoos on your face.â
sukuna turned his head slightly to glance at you, one brow raising in that signature way of his. âwhat about them?â
âwell, i was just wondering... whatâs the story behind them?â
he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if dismissing the question. âbad high school decision. donât overthink it,â he muttered, his voice nonchalant.
you giggled, not entirely convinced by his answer, and thatâs when something clicked in your head. you turned your face to him, curiosity in your eyes. âwait a minute⌠choso has a similar marking on his nose. is that connected, too?â
sukuna smirked, his gaze flicking to the ceiling again. âyeah, same thing. itâs a tradition of sorts. something we did back then. me, choso.. thought itâd make us look tough or whatever.â
âand did it?â you asked, teasingly.
âhell yeah,â he answered, though there was a playful glint in his eyes that told you he was amused by the memory.
you couldnât help but laugh lightly, the sound filling the room. âso what other bad decisions did you make, mister tough guy?â
he turned to you again, this time with a sly smile on his lips. there was a brief pause before he replied, his voice lower, softer. âyou.â
you blinked in surprise, and before you could react, he added with a smirk, âbut youâre the best bad decision iâve ever made.â
your heart fluttered at his words, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. you knew it was sukunaâs way of expressing something deeper â his own version of affection. there was something about how he framed it, how he spoke with such a bluntness that always left you feeling more seen, more known, than anyone else could make you feel.
you playfully nudged him with your elbow. âyouâre such an idiot.â
he chuckled, a rare sound from him, before his hand found yours, interlocking your fingers as you both lay there, side by side. the silence that followed wasnât awkward but peaceful, the two of you lost in thought, yet somehow connected in the most intimate of ways.
as the minutes ticked by, you found yourself smiling, your eyes growing heavier, feeling safe and loved. you had never imagined this life â the twists, the turns, the bad decisions that led you here. but lying next to sukuna, his hand in yours, you couldnât help but think it was all worth it.
because sometimes, the best decisions come from the worst ones.
you burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the lavish hotel room as sukuna, ever the provocateur, leaned in closer, his body caging you against the soft pillows.
âif you tell me youâve had sex with someone before me, iâll be pissed off,â he declared, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.
your eyes widened in mock shock, a playful grin spreading across your face. âsukuna!â you gasped, unable to suppress your laughter. âhow could you even ask that?â
âwhat?â he replied, his voice smooth and mischievous. âjust trying to gauge my competition here.â
you wriggled beneath him, your heart racing as his weight pressed gently against you. âthereâs no competition! youâre the one i chose!â
âyou better mean that,â he said, his expression turning momentarily serious, the playful glint in his eyes still dancing there. âbecause if youâve got a whole list of guys i should be worried about ââ
âi swear, itâs only ever been you,â you interrupted, your laughter subsiding as you looked into his eyes, the sincerity of your words hanging in the air between you. âiâm not even kidding.â
his lips curved into a smirk, a sense of triumph washing over him. âgood. just remember that,â he said, leaning down, his breath warm against your skin. âyouâre mine, and iâm not sharing.â
ânot that iâd want to,â you murmured, your pulse quickening as his gaze bore into yours. the playful banter hung between you like a delicate thread, both of you enjoying the sweet tension that filled the air.
âsmart choice,â he teased, and in a moment of spontaneity, he dipped his head to press a teasing kiss to your lips, his hands framing your face as he pulled back to gauge your reaction.
your cheeks flushed, the laughter from before transforming into something deeper, more intimate. âyouâre such a dork,â you said, shaking your head at him, but there was no malice in your words â just affection.
âyour dork,â he corrected, grinning. âand donât forget it.â
sukuna shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you more intently. âyou sure you want to continue on with this?â he asked, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine concern. âi donât want to push you if youâre tired.â
you couldnât help but chuckle at his unexpected display of care. âis that really you, ryomen sukuna, asking if iâm okay?â you teased, raising an eyebrow. âi never took you for the caring type.â
he scoffed, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âdonât get used to it, woman. itâs just common courtesy,â he replied, rolling his eyes dramatically. âbesides, someone has to make sure youâre not passing out on me.â
you giggled, enjoying the banter as much as the moment itself. âcommon courtesy, huh? i didnât realize you had such a soft spot.â
âsoft spot?â he repeated, feigning offense as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âiâll have you know that iâm a very tough guy.â
âsure you are,â you said with a playful roll of your eyes, leaning back against the pillows and crossing your arms. âbut itâs nice to see this side of you. who knew you could be so⌠sweet?â
âdonât push it,â he warned, though the hint of a smile remained on his face, clearly enjoying the teasing. âyou might just ruin my tough guy reputation.â
âoh, please,â you replied, grinning back at him. âyouâll always be the tough guy. this is just a little added bonus.â
âbonus, huh?â he mused, his expression shifting into something more serious for a moment. âwell, just know that i can be tough when it counts. but for you? i can make an exception.â
your heart warmed at his words, a soft silence enveloping you both as you contemplated the depth behind them. sukunaâs gaze held yours, the playful edge now tinged with something deeper, and you could feel the shift in the air around you.
âso, whatâs it gonna be?â he asked, breaking the silence with a hint of mischief. âare you ready to keep going, or do you need a nap?â
âiâm definitely ready,â you said, your voice steady and confident. âletâs see just how caring you can be, sukuna.â
he chuckled, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark. âchallenge accepted.â
sukunaâs cocky facade didnât quite match the awkwardness of his hands, the way his fingers grazed over your skin with hesitation, like he was trying to remember the motions. it was unlike him to be so uncertain, and the clumsiness in his movements had you biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âsukuna,â you teased softly, glancing up at him with a warm smile, âyou donât have to be so shy, you know.â
his brow furrowed in an attempt to stay composed, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him. âshut up, woman,â he huffed, his voice gruff, âi know what iâm doing.â the confidence was there, but you could feel the subtle tremor in his touch. his grip was firm, yet careful â an odd mixture of control and restraint.
he wasnât used to this. not with you. not with someone who mattered.
you felt a sense of tenderness for him in that moment, seeing him vulnerable like this. his tough exterior was crumbling, piece by piece. âyou can touch me, you know,â you whispered, offering him the reassurance he didnât ask for but clearly needed.
ââm getting to it,â he practically barked, frustration lacing his voice as if he were trying to convince himself more than you. your giggle slipped out, and though it earned a glare from him, there was no real bite behind it. it was adorable â watching the all-powerful ryomen sukuna struggle with something so simple.
he fumbled with the fabric of your dress, clearly annoyed. âstupid dress gettinâ in the way,â he muttered, gripping it with one of his large hands, bunching it up to reveal your legs. the cool air hit your skin, and instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, a wave of self-consciousness creeping in.
the sound that left sukunaâs throat was a deep, low growl. âdonât hide yourself,â he ordered, his voice rough but lacking malice. he wasnât used to this â having to make someone feel safe â but the sincerity in his words made you relax just a little.
âi know, but itâs still kinda weird ââ you began, your voice soft.
âitâs only weird if you make it weird,â he grumbled, clearly fumbling for something reassuring to say, though the way he said it was anything but delicate. you could tell he was out of his element, but the effort was there, and that was enough to make your heart swell.
he paused, his gaze locking with yours for a long moment. there was something in his eyes, a softness that didnât fit the man everyone else saw. âyou sure you wanna do this?â sukunaâs voice was quieter this time, carrying a weight of concern that wasnât typical of him.
âof course i want to!â you blurted out, a bit too fast, and his lips twitched into a grin before a low, genuine laugh bubbled up from his chest. it was rare to hear him laugh like that â so unguarded â and it made your heart skip a beat. your own embarrassment melted away, replaced by the warmth of the moment.
âthen who am i to deny my wife what she wants?â he said, his tone light but filled with affection. the word âwifeâ rolled off his tongue with such ease, but the meaning behind it was still sinking in for both of you.
you grinned, shaking your head at his smugness. âyouâll never get tired of saying that, will you?â
ânever,â sukuna replied without hesitation, his grin wide and proud as he unbuckled his belt and tossed his suit jacket aside, the movements more confident now. but there was still that tenderness in his actions â a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.
as he leaned in to kiss you, the rest of the world faded away. the moment was just for the two of you. despite the teasing, despite the clumsiness, there was a sense of reverence in the way sukuna touched youâa reverence that made you feel like you were the most important person in his world. this wasnât just about passion or desire. it was about trust, about sharing something real.
and as he kissed you again, you realized that for all of his roughness, all of his pride, sukuna was holding you like you were his most precious possession. like you were the best decision he had ever made.
he pulled back, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. âyouâre the best bad decision iâve ever made,â he murmured, the words almost too soft for someone like him. but they were raw, honest.
your chest fluttered, the weight of his admission settling in. with a soft laugh, you reached up, brushing a hand against his jaw. âwell, if thatâs the case, i guess iâm happy to be your worst one.â
he smirked, leaning into your touch. âyeah? good. âcause youâre stuck with me now, woman.â
and for once, you didnât mind the idea of being stuck at all.
the two of you lay bare before each other, the air thick with anticipation. there was a vulnerability in the moment that hadnât been there before, an unspoken trust that made your heart race.
ââkuna,â you breathed out, voice soft but filled with a hint of playfulness, âhelp me take the veil off â"
ânah,â sukuna interrupted with a devilish grin, his sharp eyes raking over your body. âlooks sexy,â he added, pulling you closer to him, his large hands pressing against your back, making the warmth of his skin meld into yours. you could feel the strength in his hold, but there was a gentleness there too, a reverence in how he handled you.
the contrast between his rough personality and the care he took with you was striking, leaving you feeling both vulnerable and cherished all at once. his fingers traced over your skin, teasing but careful, as if he was savoring every second.
âyou ready?â sukuna asked, his voice low, a rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
âborn ready â oh shit, not ready!â you gasped out, voice shooting up in surprise at the sudden sensation between your legs, the shock of his intrusion making your body react instinctively as you scrambled to hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
his chuckle rumbled against your chest, though his brows furrowed in a mix of focus and concern. âshit, sorry,â he muttered, grunting softly as he forced himself to slow down, his voice laced with restraint. âjust hold on, okay? it gets better.â
you nodded, your breath catching in your throat as the initial shock settled. âmm, o-okay,â you whined softly, trying to adjust, the tension in your body easing as you pressed your forehead against his. sukunaâs lips ghosted over your temple, his breath hot as he whispered a mixture of praise and reassurance.
âthatâs it... youâre doinâ good,â he rasped, his voice gruff but tender, the way he spoke to you making your heart melt despite the intensity of the moment. his hands stayed steady on your hips, holding you close, grounding you. âjust relax⌠iâve got you.â
you breathed out shakily, your fingers clutching his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms. despite the rough exterior, despite the teasing, sukuna was holding you with care. his usual bravado faded as he focused entirely on you, the rhythm of his movements slow and deliberate, making sure you were with him every step of the way.
âyou okay?â he asked, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable in its tone, the way his eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort.
âyeah,â you whispered, feeling the sincerity in his concern. âyeah, iâm okay.â
his smirk returned, just a little softer this time. âgood⌠âcause iâm not gonna stop now,â he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, sealing his words with a touch that was as possessive as it was tender.
âsukuna, slow down!â you squealed, the sudden intensity making your body jolt.
he let out a deep, rough laugh, voice strained, but dripping with cockiness. âcanât. fuckinâ. slow. down,â he growled, each word punctuated with a particularly harsh movement that made you grip onto him tighter. it wasnât enough to hurt, but enough to push you to your limit, sending shockwaves through your body.
âsafe word is you slapping me,â sukuna panted out, his breath hot and heavy against your ear as he thrust into you, the sensation overwhelming.
âslap you?â you echoed, trying to make sense of his words as you fought against the fogginess clouding your mind. your voice wavered between disbelief and amusement as you clung onto him for dear life, barely able to form coherent thoughts with how his body was taking over your senses.
he grunted in response, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you closer, hips moving with a reckless pace that made your breath hitch. ââm dead serious,â he groaned. âslap me on the face if you want me to stop.â
âthatâs just gonna make you wanna go more!â you whined, your words slurring slightly as the pleasure built higher, threatening to send you over the edge.
his lips twisted into a grin, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. âhm, touchĂŠ,â he chuckled, the sound of his voice sending another wave of heat through you. his grin never faltered, even as he leaned down, pressing a rough kiss against your lips, muffling the moan that escaped you.
âguess weâll just have to keep going,â sukuna teased, his breath ragged but full of challenge. the way his hands roamed your body, how he seemed to know exactly how far he could push you â it was intoxicating, overwhelming in the best way. and as you tangled your fingers in his hair, holding on, you knew there was no stopping now.
sukunaâs breath hitched as his movements became erratic, that cocky confidence of his faltering just a bit. âyou know i really fuckinâ love you, right?â he panted out between rough breaths, his voice heavy with emotion, though still dripping with that signature arrogance.
âyeah, i can tell,â you gasped out breathlessly, an airy laugh escaping your lips despite the intensity of the moment. the way he had you pinned against him, completely overwhelmed by his strength and the rough tenderness in his movements, left no room for doubt. he had a way of making even the filthiest declarations sound almost sweet.
âgood... just wanted to â fuck â m-make sure,â sukuna stammered, a crack in his usual composure as his voice grew rougher. his body was betraying him, the familiar hot pull of release starting to pool in his belly, and he was losing control quicker than he wanted to admit.
you could feel the change in him â the way his grip on you tightened, the way his breathing grew even more ragged, the urgency in every movement. â'kuna, are you ââ
âlet me focus!â sukuna cut you off with a strained grunt, his brows furrowing as he struggled to hold onto his composure. his hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer, burying himself deeper as his control slipped more and more. the desperation in his tone was almost endearing, in a very sukuna way â he was trying so hard to maintain that cocky, cool front, but the way he was clinging to you, the way his body trembled slightly, gave him away.
you couldnât help but smirk through the haze of pleasure, your own body shaking as you ran your hands down his back, holding him just as tight. âneed help focusing?â you teased, your voice barely above a whisper, still trying to catch your breath as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, groaning lowly in response.
âyou think you're so funny,â he huffed against your skin, his breath warm and heavy, his teeth grazing lightly over your pulse as his pace quickened, losing himself in you. âgonna be even funnier when iâm done with youâŚâ
his threat was empty, but the way he was holding onto you, the raw need and affection behind each ragged breath, each movement, made you feel like you were all he ever needed. the world outside faded, and it was just the two of you, tangled in each other, hearts pounding in sync.
sukunaâs voice came out in a strangled groan, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising as his control began to slip completely. âcan i â oh fuck â inside?â his voice cracked, a rare show of vulnerability that made your heart race faster than it already was.
ây-yeah, just ââ you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders, âjust do it quick, i donât think i can â ah â hold on long.â
he grunted in response, his forehead pressed against yours as his eyes fluttered shut, trying so hard to keep it together, but failing miserably. âyeah, i know, i gotch â oh fuck, y/nâŚâ he choked out, his entire body trembling as he felt you clench around him, pulling him deeper, and the way you were responding to him wasnât helping his already fraying composure. âyouâre not making this e-easier fâme,â he practically whimpered, his usual gruffness nowhere to be found now.
he was unraveling. completely.
âjust let it happen, âkuna,â you whispered, breathless, the nickname rolling off your tongue in a way that sent shivers down his spine. and that was all it took. the sound of his name, the way you said it â so raw, so intimate â was the final straw.
âfuck â y/n,â he grunted, his voice breaking as his hips slammed into yours, his pace becoming erratic, desperate. he buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin as his body tensed, shaking against you. the heat of him, the way he was holding you like he was afraid to let go â it made everything feel overwhelming, and you could feel yourself teetering right there on the edge too.
ââkuna ââ you moaned, your own body shuddering, your nails dragging down his back as you reached your peak, and the way you cried out his name sent him spiraling.
âshit,â sukuna choked out one last time, his whole body jerking as he finally let go, spilling into you with a groan that was both relief and overwhelming intensity. his grip on you tightened, like you were his anchor, grounding him as he rode out his high, shuddering against you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
for a moment, neither of you moved. just the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, the only sign of life. sukuna was still holding you close, his face pressed into your neck, the sweat on his skin cooling as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away. his body was heavy on top of yours, but it felt comforting, reassuring, like he didnât want to let you go.
âfuckâŚâ he muttered, still panting, his voice hoarse, but there was something almost tender in it, as if he couldnât quite believe what had just happened. âyou okay?â
you nodded weakly, a small, breathless laugh escaping your lips. âiâm more than okay, âkuna.â you squeezed his shoulders lightly, your hands tracing slow patterns on his skin, both of you still wrapped in the aftermath of the moment.
âbest bad decision i ever made,â he muttered, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he kissed the side of your neck, his voice rough, but so warm now, so content.
âyouâll never get tired of saying that, will you?â you teased, echoing your earlier words, your heart swelling with affection as you held him close.
ânever,â he grinned, his lips brushing yours in a slow, languid kiss, filled with everything he couldnât quite put into words. ânot when itâs true.â
ânow, about that round twoâŚâ âsukuna!â
epilogue.
âso howâs â?â chosoâs voice filters through the phone, casual but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts.
âmy wife? sheâs good,â sukuna replies, a soft chuckle escaping as he glances at the photo wall in front of him, the space having blossomed with new memories. thereâs the photo from your wedding, the two of you looking surprisingly at ease, captured in a rare, tender moment. next to it, the maternity shoot where you glowed with happiness, cradling your growing belly. and then the grainy image, snapped by yuuji, of you in the hospital ward holding your newborn. sukunaâs own figure, absent in the frame, was a choice â he had turned away, pretending to be too occupied with something else while tears pricked his eyes.
as his gaze moves across the wall, he finds himself smiling at the other photos: uraume, holding your child awkwardly, their expression uncharacteristically soft as your baby girl beamed at them. another picture shows suguru, his grimace exaggerated as your daughter gleefully yanked at his hair while riding on his shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his locks with innocent mischief. and thereâs one of yuuji and choso, each kissing your daughterâs cheeks, her laugh caught perfectly mid-giggle. each photo, a snapshot of love, family, and time.
he still canât believe heâs come this far, that heâs standing in front of a wall filled with memories of a family he never thought heâd have. it used to be a word that left a bitter taste in his mouth, something he rejected. but now? now it feelsâŚright.
âyou should get her over to our home sometime. itâs been a while since the two â i mean, three of you have come over,â chosoâs voice echoes through the phone, pulling sukuna back to the moment.
sukuna chuckles softly at the slip. itâs still taking everyone, including his own brother, time to adjust to the idea that ryomen sukuna â the feared, ruthless business tycoonâ is now a father. a father to a beautiful baby girl named aiko ryomen y/l/n. she looked so much like you, but that smirk â the one that mirrored his own â was unmistakable, even at just a year old. she had his fire, his intensity, but you tempered it with your warmth, creating a perfect balance that he never knew he needed.
âonly when you get your girl,â sukuna teases, his voice lighter than it used to be.
âdeal,â choso replies, amusement lacing his words.
âdeal,â sukuna echoes, his smile lingering long after the call ends.
as he tucks his phone into his pocket, sukunaâs gaze moves across the wall of photos, his eyes fall on the most recent addition, one that stands out among the rest â a family photo taken just last month. itâs larger than the others, framed carefully and placed in the center of the collection.
in the photo, youâre holding aiko, whoâs perched on your hip, her tiny hands gripping your arm with that signature smirk plastered across her chubby face. youâre smiling, your expression soft and warm, the love for your family evident in your eyes. standing beside you is sukuna, his arm resting casually on your shoulder, a slight smile on his face â barely noticeable, but itâs there, a glimpse of the man who hides his tenderness behind walls of cold arrogance.
beside him, uraume stands stiffly, as they always do, but thereâs something softer in their expression, their usual rigid posture relaxed as they hold aikoâs hand gently. choso and yuuji stand next to them, both leaning in with matching wide smiles, yuuji making a peace sign with his fingers while choso, ever the protector, stands with a hand on yuujiâs shoulder. and then thereâs suguru, who stands on the other side of you, his eyes crinkled with amusement as he looks down at aiko, whoâs trying to reach for his hair â again.
itâs a chaotic picture, mismatched smiles and personalities blending together into something that feels almost surreal. a family â his family. the word rings in his mind as he stares at the photo, and for a moment, sukuna is overwhelmed. he never imagined this would be his life, that the ruthless, feared man he once was could stand among these people and feelâŚcontent. happy, even.
he used to think of himself as a lone wolf, someone who didnât need or want anyone. but now, looking at this photo, he realizes how wrong he was. these people â each of them â have become a part of his world, his family, in ways he never thought possible.
his hand grazes the edge of the frame as he lets out a deep breath, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions he can barely name. gratitude, love, maybe even fear â fear of losing this, of somehow screwing it all up. but for once in his life, he pushes those thoughts away. he lets himself just be in this moment, soaking in the quiet joy that this family has brought him.
he doesnât have to be perfect. he doesnât have to have all the answers. he just has to be here â with you, with aiko, with everyone he cares about. and that, somehow, is enough.
turning away from the wall, sukuna leans against the window, staring out at the cityscape beyond. his heart, once so guarded, so hardened, feels lighter now, softer in a way he never thought possible.
it wasnât easy to get here. there were fights, broken moments, regrets that lingered in the corners of his mind. but in the end, you stood by him. you saw past his flaws, his anger, his mistakes, and chose to love him anyway.
and he knows now â this is what life is about. itâs messy, chaotic, imperfect. but itâs real. and itâs his.
he turns back to the photo wall, his eyes lingering on the image of you and aiko, surrounded by the people who have become his family, and he smiles â a rare, genuine smile that only you have ever seen.
âall you need is a little bit of love in the mix,â he murmurs to himself, your words from years ago echoing in his mind.
and maybe, just maybe, thatâs the truth he needed all along.
as the sun begins to set, casting a golden light across the room, sukuna stands there, feeling the weight of everything and nothing all at once. he has his family, his love, his life. and for the first time in a long, long time, he feels at peace.
fin.
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Hello there! I adore your fics and how you wrote Astarion! I was hoping you could write something around the succubus scene? I know you get comforted by Astarion later on in the game regarding it, but due to his own trauma and backstory I would have liked to see him stand up for Tav and protect them during that scene itself, instead of just standing by while Tav is being manipulated đ
If you could do something around that, it would heal me! đđ
Hi, anon! I hope you enjoy. I really liked your prompt, but I'll admit it did get a bit darker than I had originally thought I'd write it.
Please take note of the content warnings before you read! As always, comments and reacts are appreciated.
No Self-Sacrifices
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader/Tav
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings/Tags: Discussion/description of dissociation, implied sexual assault, mentions of Astarion's past, descriptions of violence, blood, mild gore, death, angst.
*****
âWhy donât we play a game?â the Raphael-look-alike called to you seductively from the ridiculously lavish bed. âYou win, I give you everything you desire. But youâll enjoy yourself more if you lose.â
Astarion began to sense that all too familiar, uneasy feeling coiling itself tight inside his chest. The premonition that something was about to go utterly, horribly wrong. He risked a glance toward your allies, Laeâzel and Halsin, but they appeared just as woefully confused as you did. As if you all werenât aware of the trap youâd just walked into.Â
âWhatâs the game?â he heard you ask. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.
âItâs a surprise! Off with your clothes,â the devil commanded.
There could be no doubt as to what would take place. Surely, Astarion thought, none of his companions could be so blind as to not see what was about to happen.Â
Astarion watched as you bit your lip, hesitating. How you looked wildly about the room, as if you were searching for any last-minute way to avoid this. With his preternatural senses, he couldnât help but be aware of how your heart rate spiked to a frenzied pulsing as you stood there, terrified of what was to come.Â
He watched in horror as your shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly. Defeated. Resolving to go through with this. And as you began removing your clothes, his vision turned nearly as red as the fiend on the mattress before you.Â
âGood, little thief, good,â the monster crooned, totally unaware of Astarionâs brewing rage. âKeep going like this, and youâll get to live. Youâll be crying out my name soon, youâd better know it. I am Haarlep, Raphaelâs personal incubusâŚâÂ
The incubus - Haarlep - prattled on while Astarion continued to seethe with barely-contained fury. His fingers twitched, itching â almost of their own accord â to reach for the crossbow strapped to his back. He began shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet, restless. He caught the glare Laeâzel was leveling at him from his periphery and turned his head slightly to meet it.Â
She gave a slight, but obvious, shake of the head. A silent command to stand down. Then he felt the tadpole squirm in his brain, while a voice that was distinctly Laeâzelâs echoed in his mind.Â
Donât act rashly, vampire. We need to gather more information before we strike.
Astarion nearly laughed aloud. The audacity of this Githyanki, willing to let her comrade be violated in such a way. After all they had done for her. For this party. And yet, part of him knew he shouldnât be so surprised. After all, he had known plenty of âheroesâ who had let equally horrible fates befall others without so much as lifting a finger to help them.Â
âIt matters not to me.â Your deadened reply to Haarlep brought Astarion back to the present moment. He recognized that tone of voice. Knew when someone was trying to dissociate. To disconnect their mind from their body. He knew all too well what that feeling was like. And it was nearly as horrible to watch as it was to experience it for himself.
âVery well, I will be Raphael himself,â Haarlep continued. âAll of him. Now, on the bed. Lie back.âÂ
Astarion made his decision when he saw you begin to take stilted steps toward the bed. Covering yourself with your hands, trying to maintain some modicum of modesty as you climbed up.Â
With Haarlepâs attention solely on you, he reached behind him for the crossbow. His index finger felt for the trigger as he pulled it around before him. One swift flick, and an arrow was suddenly lodged in the incubusâ left pectoral.
Chaos erupted as imps suddenly appeared throughout the room, responding to Haarlepâs distressed cry. You toppled off the bed, head knocking onto the floor, as the fiend raged above you, trying to right themselves and extract the arrow from their chest.Â
âTskâva,â Laeâzel cursed in Gith, hefting her sword over her shoulder and barreling toward the first enemy in sight. âTo battle it is, then!âÂ
Halsin shifted quickly into his bear shape and let loose a formidable roar, charging for another group of imps across the room.Â
But Astarion only had eyes for Haarlep. He stalked slowly toward the bed, unsheathing the twin blades from his back as he did so.Â
You watched as he gave one brief, wicked smile before utter carnage ensued.
*****
âKainyak! Your foolishness nearly cost us all our lives,â Laeâzel spat venomously toward Astarion while she wiped her blade free of the fetid black imp blood. âI should strike you down now for acting with such stupidity.â
To his credit, Astarion barely seemed to acknowledge the Githyankiâs formidable censuring. You watched as he slipped his daggers back into the sheaths at the small of his back and readjusted his armor. He picked up his crossbow and shook it free of blood before strapping it back between his shoulder blades.
âYou still have all your limbs intact, Laeâzel,â he replied airly. It was a stark contrast to the way he was standing, body as taut as a bowstring. âAnd wasnât that bloodshed so much more satisfying than watching the incubus violate our dear party leader?âÂ
Laeâzelâs mouth snapped shut, but she continued to glare. The vampire had a point, though she was loath to admit it.Â
âI, for one, prefer this outcome to the alternative that was before us,â Halsin agreed, rising from where he had been crouched after dismissing his ursine form. He glanced your way but averted his eyes quickly, to your confusion.Â
âBest get dressed, darling,â Astarion drawled, coming over to where you still lay prone on the floor. âAs delicious as I find your birthday suit to be, Iâd wager youâll fare better in this wretched place with a little more clothing on.âÂ
He held out a hand to help you rise to your feet. You observed him cautiously, trying to discern the emotion behind his carefully schooled expression.Â
âWhy?â you whispered.Â
He squinted at you, one brow quirked. âAre you seriously asking me why armor is prudent to have on, in a place like this?â He chuckled before adding, âgods, you mustâve smacked your head harder than I thought.â
âNo,â you retorted, refusing to be deterred by his cheeky banter. âI mean, why did you attack Haarlep? Youâre never one to be spoiling for a fight.â
Astarion scoffed, pressing a hand to his chest as if insulted. âCareful, darling. Youâre almost making me out to be a pacifist.â
âYou know what I meant, Astarion,â you grumbled as you began donning your leather breeches and jerkin.Â
âAnd would you have preferred to be fucked by that incubus instead?â Astarion bit out derisively.Â
Your head whipped up to meet his gaze, hearing the sudden change in his tone.Â
âOf course not,â you scowled. âBut you could sense how powerful they were. It seemed like the only way to ensure your allâs safety.â
Astarion grimaced. âSo you would have just laid down and taken it? For us?â
âIâm not saying I would have enjoyed it,â you hissed. âBut to keep you safe? Keep them safe?â you gestured to Laeâzel and Halsin across the room, polishing and re-polishing their weapons as they attempted not to overhear your barely-whispered argument.Â
âOf course,â you concluded, voice resolute.Â
âDonât be a fucking martyr. Not for me. Not for them. Not for anyone,â Astarion growled.Â
Your brows shot toward your hairline in surprise.Â
âWe know what we signed up for when we joined this rag-tag group,â he continued, tone icy. âIâd rather fight a hundred fiends than watch you debase yourself to save anyone, including myself.âÂ
You let loose a mirthless laugh, feeling angry, embarrassed and too completely exposed. Before you could think better of it, your retort was flying past your lips.Â
âYou know, Astarion, you have a fucking funny way of showing appreciation for your partner who was willing to be violated in order to keep you safe.âÂ
It was the wrong thing to say. You immediately knew it, and so did the rest of the party. Suddenly it was like the air had been sucked from the room.Â
Crimson eyes bored into your own as Astarion took a step forward to meet you, chest to chest. You glared up at him, refusing to back down. Refusing to be chastised for your willingness to protect him.Â
The shared air between you was charged. You could almost feel the electricity surging.Â
âNeed I remind you? Iâve been violated enough times over the past 200 years to know how unequivocally monstrous it is,â he intoned, his voice pitched dangerously low. âI will promise you this. I am finished with having it happen to me, in front of me, or for me.â
Words escaped you. It was all you could do to maintain eye contact with him, feeling the conviction in his tone. The anger that had sustained you up until this point had all but disappeared. In its place was something far more demure.Â
âSo yes, I fired the first shot that pierced that devilâs skin. Then I eviscerated their neck with my teeth,â he crooned, reverently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You shivered at his touch, at his dulcet tone that was describing such violence.Â
âAnd I slit his throat with glee,â he continued, cupping your cheek in his palm. âI would do it again. And again. And again. Because I will never witness abuse like what was about to happen, ever again.â
He swept the pad of his thumb over the hollow under your eye, his gaze flicking rapidly over your face. As though he were subconsciously checking you over for any nicks, cuts, or bruises.Â
âDo you understand?â he whispered softly. His voice was still laced with rage, but you could tell it was not directed toward you. Really, it never had been.Â
The entire situation had obviously touched the most sensitive pressure point within him. Had triggered his urge to fight, to protect, to resist. You couldnât be angry with him for that. Never. Not one bit.Â
You gulped before nodding slightly. âI understand now. Iâm sorry.â
You lifted your hand to cover his where it was still cupping your face. Turning slightly, you planted a kiss against his palm.Â
âNo self-sacrificing on my watch, darling, agreed?â he murmured, wrapping his other arm around your waist in a solid embrace.Â
âAgreed,â you confirmed, returning his embrace before venturing on through the House of Hope.
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KEPT feat. Javi Gutierrez x f!reader
Summary: You might just have bitten off more than you can chew by possibly becoming Javi G's sugar baby.
Pairing: Javi G x F!Reader | Rating:Â Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 5,369
PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING Content Warnings: smut (p in the v intercourse), imbalanced power dynamics, birth of a toxic relationship, alluded sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship (not officially called it in this fic), slight dub-con (Javi is the aggressor, but reader is consenting), talk of weight gain, ambiguous ending, Javi jerking off, clothes tearing, pet names and a few sentences in Spanish manipulation, swearing, this is not your regular Javi G - he is overweight and a complex man with many facets [might have some BigFish energy here]
Author's Notes: This was written for my beloved @noxturnalpascal, who requested this way back when we were celebrating 900 friendos and I have finally delivered! I don't know if I nailed the request all the way but Javi is fat in this so I got one thing right!
Thank you to @noxturnalpascal, @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3 & @bitchesuntitled for their wonderful eyes, minds and grammatical skills. Also tagging @xdaddysprincessxx bc this is right up her alley.
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âYou hear whoâs coming to the office today?â, Loretta, one of the legal support staff members whispered as you used the photocopier by her desk. Â
You smiled as you correlated your documents and fed them through the copier. âWho?âÂ
Her grin widened. âJavi Gutierrez.âÂ
It had been a long time since youâd seen Javier Gutierrez - not since before his big Hollywood break, courtesy of Nic Cage. Youâd gotten the low down on his current events from people in the law office you worked in, given your boss, Craig, was one of the partners at the firm representing him as his entertainment lawyer and had done most of Javiâs legal work remotely. Your last interaction with him had been nothing short of unforgettable as he was congratulating you on your promotion to becoming your bossâs executive assistant â a role you resented given your education. Heâd curled his tongue around your name as he took your hand into his larger one, then let his eyes wander over your frame. Youâd returned the intensity of his gaze in kind and put his broad shoulders and soft-yet-sturdy frame, his pouty lips, gorgeous nose, and deep brown eyes to memory. If it had been the first and only time youâd met, you wouldâve sworn it was love â or lust â at first sight. But youâd met with him many times over several months and each time, he seemed ever so slightly bolder. Â
That was almost three years ago. Â
You looked at Loretta and she grinned wildly. She was there when Javi had asked about you once youâd moved up in the company and no longer handled his affairs, and noted the disappointment that flickered in his eyes when her boss would tell him again that you wouldnât be joining the meeting. Sheâd bothered you and teased you about this, but youâd tried to act aloof. Oddly, sheâd only let up when she saw him again about six months ago, randomly telling you about the encounter. Her bringing him up again now seemed oddly suspicious.Â
âLorettaâŚâ, you sighed. âWhat gives?âÂ
âJust thought youâd like to know. Heâs coming here. To the office. Today.â, she grinned incredulously.Â
You gave her an irritated scoff as you collected your documents, copied and printed. âNot sure what youâre playing at.âÂ
You turned and walked from her desk as she called out to you. âMight not recognize him anymore. Figured Iâd give you a heads up!âÂ
You shook your head and walked back to your office. Â
*****Â
A few hours later, you were buried in case law regarding a dispute over the ownership of vintage hand-blown glass dildos when there was a knock at your door. Â
Not looking up from the file folder, you called out, âCome in!âÂ
The door opened and you heard his honey toned voice. âHola hermosa.âÂ
Your head shot up and the person who youâd assumed that voice would be coming from was not standing in your office. This man had the same eyes and nose and lips, but his frame was larger and softer. The pale blue dress shirt he wore was tucked into his tailored sand-coloured chinos and his belly stretched both to their limit. Your eyes roved over his body as your brain screamed at you to say something.Â
âM-Mr. Gutierrez!â, you finally spat out with a smile. âOh⌠wow, youâre here!âÂ
He gave you a slightly nervous smile, seeming to be just as flustered as you felt but was better at hiding it than you were. Â
âSĂ, yes, here I am.âÂ
You awkwardly exchanged pleasantries standing either side of your desk before your office phone rang, pulling you both out of the trance of your meeting. Â
He motioned to your phone with a nervous smile and asked, âDoâŚ. Do you need to get that?âÂ
The smile dropped from your face, and you clumsily reached for the phone, pulling it off the cradle and up to your ear. Before you could even start the first utterings of âHelloâ, Craig began a f-bomb laden tirade, ripping into you about that Miller vs. Miller case that he had bungled and was in turn getting heat from his partners about. Momentarily forgetting that you had someone else in the room with you, you rolled your eyes and silently sighed, then caught Javi out of the corner of your eye and straightened up, mouthing âsorry!â to him. But he no longer looked nervous or bashful. Gone was his sweet smile and big, brown baby cow eyes; in their places was a tight-lipped scowl and dark, storm filled eyes, glowering at your phone. You furrowed your brows in confusion at him and watched as he reached forward, pressed down on the receiver, and ended the call. You stood motionless and gob smacked, staring at him wide-eyed.Â
He kept staring back at you, his eyes like dark, burning embers, seconds away from causing a flash fire, when you heard the heavy and quick footsteps of Craig. Â
He threw your door open and stormed into your office. âWhat the fuck is wrong with y- Mr. Gutierrez!âÂ
Craigâs eyes almost bulged out of his head as Javi turned and looked at him, narrowing his eyes. Â
âWhat are you â I thought youâd left!â Craig tried to hide his nerves behind a chuckle and moved to shake his hand.Â
Javi didnât move. His arms stayed firmly at his sides, both fists clenched. Â
âI had business to attend to with your assistant.â His voice was cold as he spoke through clenched teeth. âAnd you are interrupting.âÂ
âB-business? With her?â, Craig prattled, pointing at you.Â
âYeah.â, Javi nodded with a vicious smile. âBusiness. With her.âÂ
You swallowed hard as you watched Javi control the room with a quiet fury. Craig was not a small man, but Javi seemed to grow larger and more intimidating with each movement he made, no matter how small or minute. Â
Craig took a step back, recognizing that Javi was mad, and he was more than likely the reason for it. You needed to diffuse the situation, knowing if you didnât and Craig lost Javi as a client, youâd be in the doghouse, and hot-tempered words would be the least of your problems.Â
âIâm sure that any business you have to discuss, Mr. Guiterrez, Craig is the more capable out of the two of us.â You kept your voice bright and feminine and forcing a sweet smile on your face. Â
Javiâs head snapped to you, his look giving you a silent warning, then slipped into a wry grin. Â
âOf course! How silly of me!â, he chuckled a little too keenly, smiling at Craig, setting him a little more at ease. âOf course, I should discuss with you that Iâm poaching your employee and firing you as my legal representation.âÂ
 *****Â
You werenât really sure how you ended up sitting across from Javi on his private yacht in the Mediterranean. It had been less than 48 hours since you were escorted out of the law office with a small box of your personal effects and slid into Javiâs limo. It was a whirlwind of packing a few things, grabbing your passport, and being told that youâd never have to worry again as long as you agreed. Agreed to what? You werenât sure and Javi insisted that business would be discussed once you were settled.Â
You nodded, not realizing that âsettledâ meant being on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean. Â
âHermosa, I -âÂ
âMr. Gutierrez, I think th-âÂ
âJavi.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âCall me Javi.âÂ
You took a breath and nodded. âJavi. I think tha-âÂ
âI love hearing you say my name.âÂ
You smiled, slightly confused and a little nervous at the way he smiled at you. He picked up his champagne flute and clinked it against yours, then downed the contents and waved the glass at one of the staff who then quickly filled it again.Â
âUh⌠Javi. I think that we should talk business n-âÂ
âYouâre more beautiful than I remembered.âÂ
You sat stunned. You were jet lagged, unemployed, and completely disoriented. You didnât feel beautiful and, gauging by the warped reflection of yourself in the grapefruit spoon at your place setting, you didnât look it either.Â
âI⌠uh⌠oh. Thank you?âÂ
He chuckled and flashed his smile at you. âI was so excited when I knew Iâd be in your office and get to see you again.âÂ
You gave him a tight smile as you started to lose patience. You fidgeted with your napkin and tried to hold back your temper.
âJavi. I think we really need t-â
âYou looked even more perfect than I remembered.â, he cooed with a dopey grin on his face. âBut I have to say, hermosa, you look a little-uh⌠stressed.â
âWell, Javi, that is because I would like to talk with you about whatever business you managed to have me quit my job and fly all the way to the Mediterranean and sit here jet lagged with you for!â
You blurted out quickly before he could interrupt in a sharp tone that became harsher and snappier as you spoke. When you were done, both you and Javi sat staring at one another in a stalemate.
Your shoulders rose and fell, and you cocked your head and raised your eyebrows, daring him to provide an answer.
A few seconds passed before a huge smile erupted on Javiâs face. His eyes were wide and his pupils were nearing the size of his irises, leaving the deep brown engulfed in them. His own breathing was a bit labored, almost panting, and he licked his lips, and growled. âYes⌠yes, mi amada [my darling]. You are perfect.â
âPerfect for what?!â, you demanded, standing up and slamming your fists on the table.Â
Javi looked as though he may either pass out or orgasm, nodding dumbly as he looked up at you.Â
âPerfect for me. Perfecto para mĂ y mis millones [Perfect for me and my millions]. I need someone like you, mi amada. Someone like you on my arm at events and next to me during business meetings. Someone who not only has the beauty but also the brains!â, he declared dramatically. He then stood up to face you, banging his own fists on the table. âAnd the passion!â
You stared at him, your own frustration temporarily paused as your confusion took over. âWhat?â
âYou shall be with me, guiding me, helping me throughout my business ventures. And in return, all I ask is that you let me take care of you.â His voice was calmer but there was an undertone of dominance. He paused, then said with a darker, slightly sinister tone, âAnd we are going to make sure you look lovely doing it all.â
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You sat in your private room on the yacht, staring at yourself in the mirror. It had been just shy of 11 months since youâd arrived and your whole life felt surreal. Youâd been to parties with people youâd only ever seen in magazines as you waited to buy your milk, youâd been handed a credit card made of metal - apparently having no limit - and told to shop for a whole new wardrobe. Youâd been gifted with jewelry that seemed too ornate to be real, but came with certification papers proving otherwise. Even your slippers were worth more than a month of your previous salary.
Because of all this, you didnât feel you could say no to Javiâs requests. It started out with him asking. He would ask you to join him for a meeting, you would go. He would ask you to wear a specific shade of azure for a party, and you agreed. Then his asking turned to requesting, and then turned to him just telling you. He would tell you when to go to bed and when to wake up, when to eat, when to work out, when to shop, when to relax⌠He was always kind and gentlemanly when he did dictate what your next move would be, but there was an undercurrent of âor elseâ with each order.
There was one thing he still only asked of you - and didnât demand - to call him Javi. He said once that he felt like you were othering and demeaning yourself when you called him Mr. Gutierrez. That, and he remarked that he loved the sound of his name on your lips.
The only thing he hadnât demanded of you - or mentioned at all - was sex. Some nights, he would retire to his room, and there was never an inkling of him waiting for you to follow, nor did he ever express any interest in entering your private quarters, regardless if you were on the yacht or one of his villas. You never shared a room; in fact, any bookings were made to have as much space as possible between your quarters.Â
It wasnât like you didnât catch him looking you over. There is one dress you figured out that he really liked you in. Youâd bought it in a soft pink colour, and after wearing it once, 16 of the same dress in various colours appeared in your closet soon after. When you walked into parties and events, he would hold you close to his body, his hand on the small of your waist and he would keep you there all evening. Without giving you the strict instructions verbally, his body language alone told you that you were there for him and him alone -Â no one else. During fancy dinners, if anyone spoke directly to you, his hand would migrate slowly to your knee and halfway up your thigh. It wasnât a warning, it was more of a reminder.Â
You were lonely every night. Yes, you had any and everything money could buy, but there was no emotional connection. Youâd never brought it up to him but in the contract youâd signed, there was a clause that forbade you from having intimate relationships with anyone while you were âemployedâ by him. Javi was denying you the chance to find love so he could have you by his side - untouched and unloved.
The idea that he had essentially bought you should have made you recoil in horror. Instead, it left you most nights, whimpering his name into your fist as you came on your vibrator, imagining his weight slamming into you or him under you, gripping your hips as you rode him. But they were only fantasies; fantasies that were becoming harder to ignore.
The way his fingers would gently graze your collar bone to brush the hair away as he adorned your neck with a new necklace. How he would straighten out your shoulder straps. The way he would look you in the eye for just a brief moment before asking if you were ready as the car came to a stop in front of the venue. All of it said he wanted something more; so why did he not just tell you what to do?
Youâd decided as you ate breakfast that that evening, post dinner, you were going to broach the topic. He had said that you could speak freely about anything, as long as it was never in front of anyone else -Â you had to be alone.
The day had been uneventful, filled with meetings and business calls. By the time you were back in your quarters on the yacht, getting ready for dinner, the mundanity of the day had almost erased the reminder to ask for a moment alone with him. You quickly fixed your makeup then changed into one of the dresses you know he enjoyed.Â
Javi smiled up at you as you walked into the dining room. He stood up, as did the other two men who sat at the table, and moved to take your hand and pull out your chair. His eyes trailed up and down your body and a satisfied smirk adorned his mouth.
He moved in to kiss your cheek as he took your hand, softly breathing out, âYou look beautiful tonight.â His words smelled of whiskey.Â
You leaned in quickly after he softly kissed you, and responded.âIâd like to sp-.â
He interrupted you with a quiet yet firm, âNo.â, then winked and gave you his characteristic half grin as he pulled back. His fingers gently nipped your chin so demeaningly, then motioned for you to take your seat.
You felt deflated, never having been denied anything like that by him before.
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Dinner, while delicious, was nothing of note. The men were talking amongst themselves, occasionally including you, while they got even more drunk and ate their food. You just sat there pushing your fork through your food, keeping a sweet smile on your face as you internally panicked about what you had done to upset him or if Javi knew what you were going to talk about and thatâs why he cut you off.
It seemed that being lost in your own thoughts made time pass quickly; before you realized it, your barely-touched plate was being removed from in front of you and Javi was standing with a slight waver to see his dinner guests off. You looked up at him, noting how apparent his enjoyment of dinner was by the stretching of his buttons across his belly and glazed look in his eyes.
You stood up as you were abruptly brought out of your thoughts and Javi gave you a predatory smile, a slight chill in the way his lips curved insincerely.
âMi amada, if you please. I think itâs time for you to retire.â
You fought the lump in your throat and forced a small, polite smile onto your face.Â
âOh⌠of course, Mr. Gutierrez.âÂ
You held eye contact with him for a beat and he looked back at you with his jaw tightened, then turned to leave the room. You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head, and you hoped that using formalities when he had almost begged you to not would give him a taste of how disappointed and hurt you were.Â
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You were back to sitting at your vanity, post shower and in your silk night robe, removing the last remnants of your makeup. Youâd cried once you got back to your room, and again in the shower, feeling so humiliated that youâd let yourself fall for a man who clearly wanted you around for keeping up appearances and nothing more.
You replayed every interaction youâd had with him, trying to see where youâd misinterpreted his actions, his touches, his gaze, making yourself feel even more humiliated and foolish for convincing yourself you were just seeing what made your ego take less of a beating over being this manâs paid arm candy. You had an excellent education and were on track to doing great things and now you were whoring yourself out for a hollow lifestyle that was never meant for you.Â
After the last smudge of mascara was removed and your night cream was absorbed into your skin, you heard Javi down the hallway. You paused and listened, hoping he might stop at your door, but he continued past it and towards his room. Sitting on the chair, your mind whirled. You could just wait until morning to confront him, to demand that he release you from this humiliation and torment. Youâd had enough. If he was unwilling to give you what you wanted then you wanted out.Â
It took you some time to get riled up enough and have the courage to rip open your door, stomp down the hallway and bang on his door. At first, there was no answer, then you heard what could have been a âcome inâ, but you couldnât be sure. You waited a moment, then heard another sound, and decided that was all the permission you needed to enter.
The door was unlocked, and you pushed it open and stepped into the entryway of his suite. You heard a grunt and a few heavy breaths. Your brows furrowed and you stepped around the corner to see Javi seated on his couch, pants around his calves, his shirt buttons open over his belly, one hand pumping his erect cock furiously and his other bunching a pair of panties that were unmistakably yours under his nose.
You covered your mouth as you gasped and he looked up, wide eyed, his hand stopping and squeezing his cock.Â
âOh god! Jav-Mr. Gutierrez! I am - I am so sorry!â
He stood up clumsily, pulling his pants up and stepped towards you, helplessly panting your name. You turned and tried to bolt, but as you opened the door, Javiâs arm shot out and shoved it closed with a loud slam. His body was behind you and his heavy, whiskey-laden breaths were painting the back of your neck. Your hand was still on the door knob and the hand he held up on the door came down over it. His other softly came to your hip, gently holding you in place.
âMi amada.â, he breathed as his lips tentatively ghosted over your skin. âPor favor quĂŠdate [please stay].â
You almost choked on how dry your mouth had gotten, and you trembled slightly in his hold. You knew he was drunk and that this wasnât supposed to be how it happened, but you wanted more than it made you uncomfortable. The hand on your hip moved, his palm now splayed below your belly button and he pulled you back against him, his stomach forcing you to arch your back.Â
âPlease. JustâŚâ His voice sounded desperate and he pressed his still-hard cock against your backside. âDonât runâŚâ
âM-Mr. Guti-â
âPlease, for the fucking love of god!â, he snarled through rough breaths,angrily squeezing you harder against him. His large hand grabbed your wrists, holding them firmly against your chest and the other came down and began bunching your night robe up in the front, exposing your thighs and black lace panties. He forced his hand between your legs and cupped your mound. âHow many fucking time do I have to ask you? Beg you??â
You struggled against his hold and let out shallow breaths as his fingers pushed against the scrap of fabric and felt them becoming damper with your arousal. He roughly pushed your panties aside and the pad of his fat finger found your clit, circling it roughly. You whined out, gasping and dropped your head forward, watching his hand be engulfed at the crux of your thighs.
âTry it again⌠whatâs my name?â
You were slipping under his spell until he spoke, being brought back to reality when his tone was less pleading and more commanding. Then you were reminded of why you were coming to confront him in the first place and you felt the determination to at least make this harder for him ignite.
âMr. Gutier-â
His hand came up quickly, and his fingers slick with you gripped your chin, turning it to face him.Â
âDonât you dare do this.â
You stared at him, your breath hitching with the tension in your body. The haze of alcohol was in his eyes and you couldnât help but continue to tremble in his hold, given the way you were restrained against him.
âMr. Gu-â
As soon as the first syllable left your mouth, his eyes burned and anger erupted over his face. He yanked you back away from the entryway, cursing under his breath in growls and tossed you onto his bed. You tried pushing yourself up, adrenaline and arousal screaming through your body, but his large frame stood over you and he gripped your ankles, hauling your backside to the edge of the mattress and the force of his pull made you fall back again.
âSo fucking difficult. I give you everything you could ever want and you canât be decent enough to even use my name.â, he snarled as he got onto his knees on the floor. âYou walk through my halls, adorned in my gifts to you, but you wonât even use my name!â
His fingers dug into your thighs harshly, and you squirmed. It didnât deter him, and each time you moved, his grip tightened.Â
âAnd then tonight, you show up for dinner looking so fucking beautiful and you sit at my table and you woo my guests. Youâre testing me, mi amada.â Javiâs words come out in a low snarl. You felt one of his hands grip your pantiesâ waistband and rip the flimsy fabric off you. You yelped out at the sudden snap! followed by him pulling your thighs further apart and he grunted as he moved his face closer to your core.
He sighed and his voice was softer. âTeasing me. I canât have you like I want, hermosa.â He pressed his face into your cunt and inhaled, forcing a choked gasp from you. âTe quiero tan mala, mi amada [I love you so much, my darling]. You canât have it both ways.â
You let your hand move down to his hair and you gently let the tips of your fingers feel how soft it was. The caramel streaks mixed with the deep mahogany curls felt like heaven, and the way his head moved with each breath caused the soft light to catch the odd grey woven into the beautiful waves of his hair. He closed his eyes and laid his cheek on your inner thigh, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself this comfort.
âJaviâŚâ
His eyes shot open and he looked up at you through his brows menacingly. âOh, now you want to behave?â
You pushed yourself up on your elbows, shaking your head. What had he done to you? He was reducing you to a needy mess, with no hope of having a backbone with him again. âJaviâŚâ
âYouâre so fucking sweet when you want something, huh?â
He pulled his heavy body up from the floor, his normally fluid movements slightly awkward from the whiskey, and stood at his full height. Pulling off his jacket, his eyes stared daggers at you.
âTake that off, mi amada. Or you want me to buy you a new one of those, too?â He spat out at you as his mouth pinched in a bitter scowl as he stared at you, and you knew that was an order, not a real question.
You sat up and began removing the robe, but you werenât moving fast enough. He reaches forward and ripped it off your body, tossing it onto the floor. You were shaking at this point from pure adrenaline, arousal and fear. Your arms quickly covered your chest but his hands yanked them away. âDonât you fucking dare! I want to see what my money has gotten me.â
He released you and stood up, licking his lips and smirking as his eyes stared at your tits. He shoved his already open pants and briefs down, and his thick, hard cock bobbed heavily, slapping against his full belly.
âJ-JaviâŚâ Your voice came out in a meek whimper.
He pumped his cock. He smiled darkly back at you, and sneered, âThatâs right, hermosa. Fucking Javi.â
The smile and his movement towards you egged you on. âH-how do you want me?â
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he kneeled between your parted legs on the bed and shoved you back down. He lifted your knees, then gripped his cock and lined it up with your entrance, and loomed over you menacingly.
âI want you to take it like you take everything else I give you. With a thank you and a fucking smile.â
Javi pushed in, the pressure and stretch forcing the breath from your lungs. You clung to him and as he buried himself as deeply as he could, Javi grabbed your leg, securing your ankle on his shoulder, and began pounding into you. Any memories you had of his soft touch and gentleness were turned to ash in that moment with how hard he was fucking you, but you were reveling in it. Even if this isnât what you thought you wanted, you took solace in the truth of it all - you were right. He did want you; you didnât misread the signs. Closing your eyes, you lost yourself in the feeling of him and the thought of how right you were and smiled as he pounded into you, groaning praises about your pussy.Â
He pulled out and shoved you down onto your side and flopped down onto the bed behind you. Engulfing you in his arms, he slipped back in and pounded into you from behind. He held you firmly and your hands gripped his thick wrists. His sweaty body was sticking to yours, and he pushed his bulk halfway on top of you, crushing you sideways into the mattress and his mouth was sucking sloppy kisses onto your shoulder, face and neck. It was overwhelming; the heat and the friction and the stretch and the way he was coating you in his alcohol-infused sweat and spit - you could feel your climax building. You wanted him to stop but you needed him to keep going.
âFeel so fucking good, mi amada⌠mâcloseâŚââŚâ
Crying out, you came and he groaned and bit down hard on your shoulder. You writhed and squirmed, screaming into the mattress, as his thrusts fell into disarray. Your core was spasming as he fucked into you a few more times, grunting and panting through the clenched teeth in your flesh, then he went rigid and stilled.Â
Both of your breathing was rapid and staggered as your bodies relaxed. His bite lifted and he kissed the angry skin softly, then he sighed.
âI canât, mi amada.â
Javi disengaged from you and pulled away. He stumbled as he got up, pulled on his night robe and left his room. You laid in silence alone, waiting to see if he would return. Eventually, you got up and went back to your suite, no Javi in sight.
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The days that followed bore nothing that would have hinted at your encounter other than the invites in your e-calendar for upcoming meetings had been wiped clean, your schedule was now open and both your night robe and black lace pantied had been replaced silently without your knowledge.Â
Javi was distant, but still kind. The odd hand on your leg still happened, but the gentle looks and soft edges of his words were missing.Â
One evening after you had been dismissed from the dinner table, signaling that he didnât need you in a meeting you had organized, he knocked at your door.Â
You opened your door and he pushed his way in without a âhelloâ, and crowded you against the wall, pushing his mouth to yours. His hands were trying to make quick work in getting your clothes off.Â
Shoving him back, you yelled angrily, âJavi! What the fuck?â
The same fury you knew was written all over your face was staring back at you in his. He stepped towards you again.
âWhat? This not what you wanted?â, he sneered, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him.Â
âNo! Not like this! I wanted - â
âNo!â, he barked. âNo! You cannot have it like that!â
âJavi - why? I though you want- -â
âThought i wanted what? Wanted you as my partner? My fucking equal?â
You stared up at him, feeling your heart sink and your eyes start to sting with unshed tears, and the realization of what he was saying washed over you. You really couldnât have it both ways.
Sensing that you were finally understanding him, he leaned in, mouth ghosting over yours and said softly, âYou think just because you finally got what you wanted that I'll let you have a say?â
He nudged his nose against yours and shook his head slightly, keeping his tone soft. âIf you wanted me to respect you and your opinions on my business, then you should have kept your fucking legs closed.â
You sucked a breath in and your chin quivered. The tears that had threatened to fall finally did. He nodded and kissed you and you didnât push him off you again. He may have won this round but you were smart and weâre ready to demand that seat back at his table in due time.
You weren't going down without a fight.
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pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader
tags/warnings: sexual content, facesitting, cunnilingus (mdni, 18+)
a/n: based on this prompt. enjoy :)
The dinner party invitation from Bette & Tina came as a surprise to you. You accepted, of course, wanting nothing more than to spend quality time with Shane's loved ones. However, a part of you couldn't understand why you were added to the guest list. What you and Shane had wasâfor lack of better wordsâa situationship. Neither of you expected more out of the other than incredible sex, mutual respect for boundaries, and someone who was always down to have fun. Something as intimate as attending a dinner party together screamed commitment. Regardless, the two of you agreed to go together. Shane insisted on picking you up by 7:00 to be there for 7:30.
"It makes it easier," you remember Shane justifying over the phone. She babbled on about something regarding limited parking space; in hindsight, it was a lame excuse just to spend more time with you.
As promised, Shane was punctual. She was at your home by 6:30 sharp for a pickup. However, you were nowhere near ready. Thankfully, you showered, dried, and styled your hair already. But, you still needed to pick your outfit and put makeup on. You were going to need at least a half hour.
Shane blaring her car horn while parked in your driveway brought you back into reality.
"Oh my god," you mutter to yourself, searching your bedroom for your phone. Finding it underneath the dresses splayed over your bed, you smash the call button by Shane's contact and wait. Her car horn finally stops and your favorite husky voice answers on the other line.
"I'm here, [Y/N]."
"Yes, I know Shane. As does the rest of my neighborhood."
She chuckles, tickled by your tone.
"Are you ready?"
"Not yet, I still have to do a few things."
"Do you know what you're wearing yet?"
Silence. Shane's laughing now.
"Should I come in and wait?"
You sigh, defeated. "I'll unlock the door."
You end the call and hustle over to the front door. You unlock it and hold it open for Shane as she makes her way towards you, a smug smile glued onto her face.
She looks good. She always does. But there was something about the tailored suit jacket, dress shirt, and trouser combination she donned that made her look even sexier than usual. You shake that thought out of your head; you need to get ready.
"Hey, [Y/N]," she greets you, stepping into your home as you shut and lock the door behind her. You turn to face her and she's already leering at you. Her smirk does not falter.
"You sure you don't want to wear that tonight?"
Glancing down at yourself, you blink back your shock. Since you couldn't decide on what to wear, you kept your bra and underwear on but threw a robe over yourself for modesty's sake. If you weren't crunched for time, you would have taken it to throw a smart comment back at Shane. Instead, you playfully punch her in the shoulder, unable to stop yourself from grinning back. She holds up her hands in mock surrender.
"Do you want anything?" you ask, getting ready to step into the kitchen. Shane shakes her head, settling down on your couch instead.
"I'm going to finish getting ready. If you need me, I'm in my room, okay?" Shane salutes you like a soldier, snatching up the TV remote before turning it on. Half seriously, you roll your eyes before slipping down the hallway.
Your brain kicks into overdrive as you check the time. 6:34. Okay, you have some time.
Exhaling slowly, you look at the three dresses spread on your bed. Childishly, you close your eyes and whisper out the eenie meenie miney mo spiel to yourself. Once you finish, you open your eyes and take in your randomized decision. It was a batwing, beige a-line dress with a white floral pattern. Good enough.
Shedding your robe off, you slip into the dress before smoothing it out. You check yourself in the mirror and, once content with how you look, put the other dresses away. You then pull the chair out to your vanity and take a seat.
Youâve just finished applying a layer of foundation when you see Shane enter your bedroom from the corner of the mirror.
âHey,â you offer, looking back at yourself and you start blending blush into your cheeks. She nods in reply.
âI got bored.â she finally admits, settling down on your bed. It sounds like Shane wants to add something to her statement, but she ends it curtly. She's fiddling with her rings, looking around your bedroom as if it's the first time she's been inside. If you didn't know any better, you would think something was making her nervous.
âSo youâve come to bother me?â you question teasingly, your tone light as you move onto bronzer.
Shane flashes a boyish grin at you, watching as you paint across your hairline with great interest. âAbsolutely.â
âLucky me.â Itâs hard not to smile back at her, so you donât bother to hide it.
Shane lays back on your bed, her legs draped over the foot of it while her head hits just under your pillows. She's staring at the ceiling, eyes wandering until she notes the windowsill above your headboard. Her brows furrow and then, a wicked thought crosses her mind.
"[Y/N]?" Shane's sitting up now, watching as you finish your highlight.
"Yes?"
"How much more do you need to do?"
"Just my eyes and lips, why?"
Shane beams.
"How good are you at multitasking?"
You don't follow. Your interest, however, is piqued.
"Pretty good. Why?"
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she stares at you. You know that look all too well.
"Set your stuff up on the windowsill and c'mere."
You watch her incredulously through the mirror before turning around to look at her directly. She's serious; she's waiting for you expectantly as she drums her fingernails on her thighs. You glance at the clock. 6:45. Fine, you'll humor her.
Gathering the rest of your makeup and a desk mirror, you walk towards your bed before putting everything down on the windowsill. You take a moment to set up the mirror before you look down at Shane.
"I'm here, Shane," you mimic her from earlier, watching as she lays back down on your bed. Raising her hands toward you, she wiggles her fingers in a come hither motion.
"Take a seat."
"Shaneâ"
"Multitask," she chides, one hand dropping to the hem of your dress. "Unless you really don't want to."
Truthfully, the idea of grinding your cunt into Shane's mouth sounded heavenly. Receiving an orgasm or two out of it sounded even better. So you relent, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your underwear before sliding them off. Scooping up the skirt of your dress, you climb onto your bed and kneel over Shane's face.
"You ready?" you ask, watching Shane nod eagerly before seating yourself on her face. She grips your thighs, readjusting you so you're positioned comfortably on top of her. You reach for a makeup brush and shudder once you feel Shane lick a stripe from your slit to clit. Fifteen minutes you remind yourself as you start with your eyeshadow.
Shane, meanwhile, does not feel the same time crunch. She's consuming your cunt with open-mouthed kisses, pivoting to kitten licks to get a feel of what you like in this position. Her blunt fingernails dig into your thighs, grounding you as her mouth continues to work. A devious suck to your clit makes you whine and her smirk sears into your skin.
Meanwhile, you've managed to complete your eyeshadow for one eye and have moved on to the other. Shane is insatiable though; she rips another moan from your throat as her tongue rubs tight circles around your clit.
"Fuck," you whisper, trying to compose yourself before starting the other eye. Shane hums in pleasure underneath you; the vibration against your pussy makes you squirm. The coil in your stomach is beginning to tighten and desperately, you try to control your panting. You instead focus on breathing through your nose as you blend the powder into your lid. Shane keeps you on edge, her tongue flickering against your clit before sliding down to your slit.
It's when she slips her tongue inside your pussy that your resolve falters. You finished with the eyeshadow, but you didn't trust yourself enough to put eyeliner on. Or mascara for that matter. One hand sinks into Shane's hair, grabbing tightly as you lurch forward. You choke on a groan as your hips teeter, enjoying the feeling of her tongue pistoning inside you.
It's garbled, but Shane is snickering beneath you.
"Shane." It comes out as a pitiful rasp while you shake like a leaf. Maybe no eyeliner tonight. She pinches your thighs playfully to retort, making you swivel around her tongue. You opt instead to put your lipstick on. You remove your hand from Shane's hair to grab the tube in front of you. Popping the cap off, you twist before applying a quick swipe on your bottom lip. Another whimper peels from your throat as you feel the flat of Shane's tongue stroke against your clit. The tip pumps into you, maintaining the same rhythm as before.
The sensations are starting to overstimulate you. Quiveringly, you swipe your upper lip before mashing them together, rubbing the lipstick in. You snap the cap back and nearly toss it onto the windowsill, in favor of grabbing the edge of it for purchase. Your thighs keep Shane's head vised in place as your orgasm washes over you. You're gasping and panting as you cum, eyes screwed shut as your body goes rigid. Shane's pace slows, opting instead to let you rut into her tongue to ride out the remainder of your orgasm. A few moments later, you slump forward.
You feel her tap on your thigh gently and taking the hint, you scramble off her face. Shane takes a few seconds to rest before sitting back up. Her chin is shining with your slick and she rubs it off with the palm of her hand, throwing a half-lidded gaze in your direction.
"You look good," she slurs huskily, taking the time to drag her eyes down your face. You're not sure if you're flushing from her compliment or if it's just the afterglow.
"Thank you." You glance at the clock and your eyes go wide. "Fuck!"
7:05.
You spring back up to the windowsill, swiftly grabbing the tube of mascara before twisting it open and brushing it through your lashes.
"We're gonna be late!" you hiss, scanning through the rest of the products spread out in front of you. There was no time for anything else and you instead take a moment to look over yourself in the mirror. Hopping off the bed, you swipe up your underwear and pull them up, smoothing down the skirt of your dress.
Suddenly, Shane's hands are on your hips and she yanks you into her chest. You stop moving and peer up at Shane through your lashes. Your heart flips in your chest as she flashes you a rare, genuine smile.
"You know, there's a thing called being fashionably late, [Y/N]." She winks and you can't help but mirror her grin. You press a kiss on her cheek, almost upset that the lipstick didn't transfer.
"Doesn't mean we have to keep everyone waiting." You got her there. Nodding, she released your hips before motioning to your bedroom door.
"After you, sugar."
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Content Warnings: Alastor x Reader ; Afab!Reader ; No pronouns or Y/N used ; Use of gendered pet names like "good/dirty girl" ; Explicit / MDNI / 18+ ; Sexual situations ; Sex pollen trope (Love Potion) ; Oral (m + f receiving) ; Spanking ; Dirty talk ; Praise kink ; Dom!Alastor ; Dacryphilia ; If I missed any, let me know! Word Count: 6,183 Summoning: @hazelfoureyes ; @minkdelovely ; @sugoi-writes ; @fraugwinska ; @lustylita Author's Notes: Ya'll ready for this? don't lie now Alastor's dialogue will be in bold red, thoughts in italics red, and Reader's will be in blue. Tagging my darling moots and the lovely Kat for allowing me to use her art for a series banner~! If you would like to be added to or removed from the tag list, let me know via ask! And thank you again to Mink and Danny for helping me nail down Alastor's dialogue! You're the best! â¤
You weren't sure how you ended up here - bent over the large desk in Alastor's bedroom, but you weren't particularly worried about the circumstances surrounding your... situation. You could vaguely recall speaking with the Radio Demon about an issue regarding one of the many drug stashes belonging to Angel and what exactly each piece of paraphernalia could be - specifically, what the small spray bottle filled with a pink liquid might have been. Had you known it was an aerosolized product of Love Potion by the Vees, you never would have sprayed it on Alastor - having mistaken it for one of Angel's various colognes.
At first, the man who towered over not only you, but the entirety of the hotel staff had been upset with you, ready to give you a proper tongue-lashing for your carelessness. However, that was before the potion took effect- his original intentions went right out the window the moment it did. You had to hand it to the Vees; it only took 7.8 seconds for Alastor's pupils to dilate and his ears to flatten against his head as the drug took hold of his senses. Alastor barely held on to his sanity the second the drug went into effect - it took every single fiber of his being, every ounce of self-control to stop himself from tearing at your clothes and having his way with you right then and there. Had it not been for the distant murmurs and subtle hisses at the nearby bar, he would have. But he wouldn't subject you to such ignominy, no matter how inebriated by that god-awful concoction he was. Alastor was, first and foremost, a gentleman.
Alastor leaned in close - his face mere inches from yours, a frenzied look in his half-lidded eyes as he inhaled the distinctive spicy aroma that your minty toothpaste had given your breath. He'd rather not waste any time talking, but the one thing that horrible, awful, wonderful drug couldn't override in his brain was the innate, inherent need for consent in such acts. He could only hope you would have some mercy on the few remaining ribbons of his tattered soul and provide him with the only word he wanted to hear - yes. "I- ... I'm so sorry, Alastor- ... S-sir! I mean, M- ... Mister Alastor! I thought it was just a... a cologne..." You started - at first mistaking the look of lust in his eyes for one of malicious and sadistic intent. You had heard the rumors (who hadn't?). So when you noticed his wraithlike shadows swirling around your form and felt one of his tentacles wrap around both of your ankles, you immediately thought that you were about to be the next voice heard on his radio broadcast.
"It seems this... cologne..." you heard his voice ring out as your world went black for a few moments - the caliginous haze having engulfed both of your forms. You felt a slight breeze with how fast the darkness transported Alastor and you from the foyer up the grand flight of stairs and down the halls. At first, you had assumed he was taking you to his studio to broadcast your screams of agony for all of hell to hear. However, you were pleasantly surprised when the smoky substance dissipated, and you found yourself in the safe confines of Alastor's bedroom. "... is an aphrodisiac so potent that it's affecting even me," he said, having remained in the same bent position as he began to size you up.
"I- ... I know. I realized too late," your voice trembled as you stared back at him, fidgeting with your nails nervously. "I'm so sorry, Alastor - I'll be more caref- ...?!" The deer demon pressed a singular clawed digit against your lips to prevent you from any further stammering, shushing you as his eyes traveled down to the valley between your breasts.
"If you're truly apologetic, why don't you show me, hm?" he asked you smugly, pointed teeth parting for a moment to pull his bottom lip between them. He bit down lightly, waiting for your consent as patiently as he could manage. He refused to touch you any further until you had given him the go-ahead; he was a demon, sure - a pretty damn bad one, at that. But this was one thing he would never forego. "Will you help me through this high? After all, you are the one at fault here." You could've sworn your head was about to explode from all the blood rushing to your cheeks at that exact moment. Did he just ask you that? There's no way Alastor - one of the most feared Overlords to have ever walked the scorched wasteland of hell in recent memory; the one that broadcasts the screams of the souls that he eviscerates and atomizes for miniscule slights; the demon that has made friends with an entire town of cannibals (except one - ugh, Susan) and has brunch with their Overlord every Thursday; the man that is unapologetically contumelious and has brazenly challenged the king of hell; THE GODDAMN RADIO DEMON - is shamelessly asking if you would let him fuck you... right?
This had to be dream or an illusion of some sort. Yeah, that had to be it. But, in all honesty, it would be a lie if you said you hadn't thought about any of this - about how his lips tasted; what his nails would feel like being raked up and down your back; how far down your throat you could take him; the sweet, sweet sting of his cock stretching your walls open; or what it would feel like to have rope after rope of his hot seed spurting inside you during his climax. You wondered if he was vocal during sex, and what he would sound like while he chased that rarely sought-after release. Would it just be whimpers and sighs, or would he say the filthiest of words while he rammed his shaft into you with reckless abandon? You assumed the latter since Alastor loved to talk; to hear himself talk - you hoped he would whisper all the ways he wanted to defile you right before doing just that.
Alastor tugged your bottom lip down to reveal your bottom row of teeth as you stared at him in both bewilderment and awe, your brain struggling to process this whole exchange. After a few more moments of silence passed, you shifted your gaze down his torso to the already prominent, still-growing tent within his trousers. Using the same clawed hand that had pulled down your lip, Alastor lifted your chin so that you were forced to look him in the eye.
"Do you want this? I need an answer, Mon Ami. Now."
Having been pulled out of your dazed imagination, you took one more moment to compose yourself before responding. With a frantic nod of agreement, you threw caution to the wind as Alastor's eyes took on a subtle glow, causing your heart to race at from just the idea of sleeping with him.
C'est la vie, right?
He didn't allow you much time to think after that, immediately leaning down so that he could wrap his hands around the backsides of your thighs and hoist you up so that you were at eye-level with him. With a couple long strides, you found yourself being set down on the desk. Easing your legs apart as gently as he could, Alastor stepped between them and brought his hands up to the button-down shirt you wore, the fine layer of sweat resulting from your earlier fear of disembowelment causing patches of the white fabric to become translucent. In one swift motion, all the buttons went flying across the room as he ripped it open, exposing the black lace bra you wore beneath it. He looked like a man starved by the way his predatory gaze traveled over your half-nude form.
Your heart was pounding in your ears as you still struggled to make sense of everything that's happened so far, the anticipation of whatever else may come consuming you. Hands shaking and breath rapid, you nervously brought your hands to the black bow tie wrapped beneath the lapels of his crimson dress shirt, your trembling fingers having difficulty in undoing the knot at first. You noticed the subtle flinch and how Alastor tensed when you finally managed to get the tie undone, quickly moving your hands south to undo the buttons of his suit jacket. Inebriated or not, Alastor still struggled with any physical contact that wasn't strictly on his terms. In an attempt to ease his discomfort, you pulled your hands away and looked him in the eye. "Is it okay if I touch you?" you asked him. A moment passed, and then another; then he nodded his head, granting you permission to slide his coat off his shoulders and down his arms to fall to the floor.
Eyes locked with his, you could tell he was still a little tense; so, you took things a bit further in the hopes of calming his nerves. "I'm going to unbutton your shirt now. Is that okay?" you announced, awaiting his approval once more before you continued to undress him. With another nod, Alastor let out a barely audible sigh when he felt a sudden rush of cool air on his torso a few seconds later - his shirt now being untucked and fully unbuttoned. You took a moment to take in this rare sight: Alastor's clothes disheveled and chest bare, eyes frenzied as he began to relax into your touch little by little. The tips of your fingers traced the outlines of his toned pecs down the center line of his abs and along the few tufts of cherry red hair that were the beginnings of a happy trail (fuck, now you owed $10 to Angel) - and then back up again to his broad shoulders. Alastor practically ripped the cufflinks from his wrists, a shiver running up his spine as you moved your hands past the lapels of his shirt, pushing the fabric off in the same manner as his suit coat.
With his upper garments now pooled at his feet, Alastor let one of his arms wrap around your waist and pull you to the edge of his desk - his groin coming into contact with yours. You held his gaze as one of your hands came up to wrap around the back of his neck, your other going behind you to help support your weight as you began to shallowly roll your hips against his clothed length. A soft moan escaped your throat at the friction you created, causing Alastor's muscles to tense, his spine going rigid beneath your touch. "... Do that again," he commanded you, his cock twitching within the painfully restricting confines of his trousers. He hadn't expected such a simple noise to have this profound of an effect on him physically. "Make that noise again," he rasped, pushing his hips further into you as his other hand pushed your pencil skirt up to reveal your undergarments.
"Hhhmmm... Alastor," you obliged, adding his name in a husky whisper as you rolled your hips against his once more. Alastor growled in response just before crashing his lips down on yours, swallowing the moans that were pouring from your throat. How has he never noticed the ethereal way his name sounded rolling off your tongue until now? He wondered what it would sound like being screamed so loud, that dick Lucifer could hear it all the way up on his 'holier than thou' high horse throne. You inhaled sharply through your nose as you felt a claw tug and then eventually tear at your matching black lace panties (he was SO buying you a new set; this was your favorite pair, damn it!), your skirt now bunched up at your waist, leaning your lower half completely bare.
Breaking the kiss, you pulled back just enough to see Alastor's face - eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, a thin layer of sweat accumulating on his face and torso from the prolonged proximity. "Alastor..." you whispered his name again and his cock twitched again against the now much too uncomfortable fabric. You moved to sit up straight, bringing both of your hands to the buckle of his belt, stilling them as you opened your mouth to ask if he would let you continue. Before you could even form the question, Alastor was already granting you permission to free it from the agonizing confines of his pants with a feverishly desperate nod; his free hand maneuvering between your bodies to stroke a solitary digit through your folds. "My, my," he chuckled, voice teasing as he pushed his finger past the first ring of muscle of your embarrassingly slick entrance. "We've only just started, and you're already this aroused?" he clicked his tongue against his teeth as he teased you, deriving pleasure and amusement from the pout you gave in response.
"Dirty girl."
"I- ... It's your fault," you chided him, throwing his earlier statement back in his face. "You're the one to blame. So, are you going to help me or not?" you asked him in a mocking tone of voice, sticking your tongue out in the process. Alastor leaned in closer to your face - pretending to go for another kiss, only to lightly sink his teeth into the tip of your tongue and pull it further out of your mouth. "A-ah!" you yelped in surprise just before he wrapped his lips around the already sore muscle, sucking gently to ease the pain for a few moments. When he pulled away, he gave you a playful wink just before adding a second digit to your heated core. "I suppose I could help you," Alastor teased you right back, slowly pumping his digits in and out, careful not to hurt you with the sharpened edges of his nails.
"... But I want to hear you beg for it first."
Before you could react, Alastor pulled himself free of you and yanked you to your feet; spinning you around and forcing you to bend over the edge of his desk with his slender fingers wrapped around the back of your neck - keeping you in place. He used his other hand to wrangle both of yours, holding them together at the wrist and pressing them into the small of your back as he kicked your feet apart.
So now, here you were - bent over the smooth surface of his desk; trapped, exposed, and completely helpless.
"Come now, Mon Cher. Let me hear you beg me to fuck you," Alastor commanded you, releasing your neck and bringing that same hand down to spank against the bare skin of your ass. A yelp escaped your lips at the sudden sting of his palm striking your rear, your cheek pressed against the cool wood as you tried to angle your head just right to look back at him. Chewing on your bottom lip as you contemplated his command, you were trying to decide which route was more beneficial: compliance or defiance.
Another slap resounded throughout the room when Alastor struck your bottom again, harder this time as a warning to make up your mind quickly. Deciding that compliance would get you to that first release faster (albeit less fun), you opened your mouth to acquiesce. "P-Please!" you started, "... please, Alastor... I need you..." you whispered shyly, the words somehow making your face heat up even more. But it wasn't good enough, since Alastor smacked your ass again. "You can do better than that," he stated matter-of-factly, rubbing the palm of his hand against the reddened skin where he had struck you. Biting your lip again, you closed your eyes and tried to muster up the courage to say out loud all the thoughts running through your dirty little mind. You hoped no one was nearby to hear any of this (not that Alastor would let them live for very long if they did hear your escapades). Swallowing the saliva that was building up in your mouth, you let out a shaky breath before opening your eyes and craning your neck further back to look at Alastor again.
"Please! Please, please, PLEASE fuck me, Alastor ...! I need it so bad! I wanna feel your cock in me, please! I promise, I'll be good!" you started out, your face now rivaling Alastor's ruby hair in terms of color. "I'll be good, I swear!" you tried to wiggle your hips against his still clothed cock (having only succeeded in undoing the belt buckle and zipper before he whipped you around), only to feel another harsh slap to your ass, warning you to behave. "Please just fuck me- ...! Make me cum on your cock. I wanna cum on your cock! Alastor..." you whimpered, earning a short chuckle from him in response as he slowly began to grind against your backside, providing you with some much needed friction. "Good girl," he murmured while rubbing soothing circles on the red imprint of his hand forming on your ass cheek. Leaning over you so that his lips were right by the edge of your jaw, he let his tongue roll out and run along the length of it until he came to your ear, sharp teeth nibbling at the sensitive lobe.
"Une si bonne fille pour moi."
Alastor stood up straight once again and moved his hand between your bodies, opting to push three of his long digits into your waiting heat this time. He relished in the surprised gasp that escaped you followed by a prolonged moan, curling his fingers slightly as he started to build a pace. "A-Alasss- ...!" you tried to say his name, but the angle that his fingers were pushing in and out of you had you seeing stars even though he had just barely started, his knuckles rubbing against that one spot you always had trouble reaching with your own hand. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your walls clenching around his fingers when you felt his thumb press against your puckered hole. Letting go of your wrists, Alastor brought his now free hand down to grab at your ass and spread your cheeks apart to get a better look; he prodded gently but never pushed past the first ring of muscle. He wanted to but felt it could wait for another time - IF there was another time after this. He didn't want to push your boundaries too far for the first time around.
"Oh, fuuucckk!" you drawled out, eyes fluttering closed as that oh-so-familiar coil began to tighten in your lower abdomen. "That's it, good girl," you heard him praise you, his words causing your muscles to tense further as he pushed you closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Your hips began to roll involuntarily against his hand after a few minutes, your body automatically seeking that sweet, sweet release even faster. "Just like that, ride my fingers just like that," he whispered, the praises he was singing to you making your walls clamp down on his digits even tighter. "O-oh fuck! Ala- ... Alastor! Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh my god!" you cried, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, hands holding a death grip on the edge of his desk.
When you felt Alastor shifting behind you, you opened your eyes and lifted your head slightly to see what he was doing - quickly finding him on his knees and moving in until his mouth replaced his fingers. Alastor let out a loud groan once he finally had a taste of you, tongue rolling out and through your slick folds, drinking in your essence like you were an oasis in the middle of the Sahara Desert. His left hand held your cheeks apart as Alastor licked and slurped and sucked, shaking his head back and forth against your core every few seconds. The tip of his nose tickled your other hole while he used his right hand to rub circles on your clit, his long tongue rolling over your g-spot whenver he would dip it inside you. You could feel your release coming at you like a freight train now, one of your hands shooting back to grab hold of something - his hair, his antlers, anything in an attempt to ground yourself. "Good girl!" his words were muffled as he kept his face pressed against your core, lifting your leg to rest on the desk before returning it to your clit, pressing down harshly on the bundle of nerves.
A loud groan rumbled through his chest as you squeezed the base of his antler, the action causing his cock to twitch and throb, begging to be released from its confines and satiated. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" you begged, your jaw falling open into a silent cry as your release began to crash over you like a tsunami. Alastor drank you in, slurping loudly at the fluids that dripped from your tight cunt, savoring your taste while he struggled to not blow his load before he even had a chance to get inside you. He pressed his face even further against your core, mouth open wide as he swallowed everything your body had to give him. How long had it been since he felt this thirsty - this starved for someone else's touch? Alastor couldn't remember the last time he was this aroused, this fucking hard. What the fuck did the Vees put in that troublesome potion?
As the pleasure coursing through your veins began to subside, your muscles relaxed and your grip on his antler loosened, occasionally tensing once more whenever you felt the tip of his tongue on your throbbing clit or the sharp edge of his teeth glide against your puffy lips. You lowered your head to rest on the polished surface, trying to catch your breath as Alastor pulled back from your heat - enjoying the way your pussy would clench around nothing when he lightly raked his claws over your reddened ass cheek. Picking up his forgotten shirt from before, Alastor used the fabric to wipe what was left of your release from his chin, discarding it after as he rose to his feet. "You did so well for me," he praised you, reaching to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Leaning over your slumped form he let his lips brush against your jaw, then your cheek and then your temple. "Hmm..." you hummed in response, trying not to let the fatigue take over before you could get to the main course. "Do you need a moment? Would you like to stop?" Alastor asked you, taking notice of your display of exhaustion.
Quickly, you turned your head and pushed yourself up. "No! No, I can-" you paused for a moment to stifle a yawn. The incident in the foyer that led to all of this occurred near the end of your workday, so you were fairly tired when this started. The unexpectedly hard orgasm wasn't helping any, but the promise of even more is what kept you going. Besides, you couldn't be the only one having fun here, especially since you had already agreed to help relieve him. "... I can keep going. I wanna keep going," you insisted, lowering your leg as you pushed yourself up straight, turning to face him fully now. "For you," you added, staring up at him with a look so amorous it made his breath hitch in his throat, catching him off guard. Cautiously, you raised your hands to gently cradle his face, standing on your tiptoes so you could place a soft peck on his smiling lips.
Bringing yourself back down to stand proper, you began to trace your hands down his neck and chest, not missing the way his muscles still tensed at your touch. It was going to take some time, you realized, to get him to a point where he welcomed your touch rather than shy away from it. You hoped that he would give you that time, outside of this incident that you so clumsily caused, of course. When your hands reached the waistband of his pants, you looked up at him and waited for his permission to continue - something small and near insignificant but nevertheless something he still appreciated. He would have to reward you for your thoughtfulness later. Nodding his head, Alastor watched as you slowly pushed both his trousers and briefs down past his hips to his knees, eventually falling to his ankles, his aching cock springing from its prison and slapping lightly against his lower abdomen. He looked away for a moment, unable to hide his growing discomfort with being so bare in front of another person.
Gently, you pressed on his jaw with your left hand to bring his narrowed eyes back to your face. "Hey," you called. "You can trust me, Alastor," you assured him, knowing full well that was only part of the problem. Mouth twitching, Alastor stared at you as you leaned in to place tender kisses to his chest, your eyes never once leaving his face as you sank down to your knees before him. "I promise," you spoke, voice gentle, hands tracing the defined muscles of his abs and gliding along the dips of his pelvic v. Bringing one hand up to rest on his thigh, your other gently wrapped around the base of his cock. Humming softly as you smiled up at him, you rubbed your cheek against his length, then grazed your lips over his leaking tip. "I just want to make you feel good," you continued to assure him, catching the shaky sigh he gave in response to your touches. Experimentally, you let the tip of your tongue dart past your lips and against his crying slit, his entire body tensing as one of his hands moved to tangle within your tresses.
You stared up at Alastor with such innocence in your big doe eyes - he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from forcing his cock as far down your throat as it could go. "Is that okay?" you asked after a couple more licks to his slit, savoring the salty taste of his pre dribbling out. "Will you let me make you feel good, Alastor?" you asked him so sweetly, voice dripping with honey as his name rolled off that devilish tongue of yours. You really knew how to push his buttons. With a drawn out moan vibrating through his chest and static crackling through the air, you barely had time to fully open your mouth as he pushed his hips forward and guided your head down until your nose brushed against the carmine strands at his base, his head tilting back at the long anticipated sensation finally washing over him as he breathed out a singular,
"Yes!"
Immediately, you had to fight back the urge to gag and pull away when he pushed your head down. Had it not been for his fingers laced through your hair holding you in place, you would have. You whined at the sudden intrusion, not expecting him to push so much of himself inside your mouth so quickly; his tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. Alastor tried, he truly did, to keep control and allow you some time to adjust, but the explicit desire for release was beginning to cloud his senses now that he had your lips wrapped around his dick. He gave a few shallow thrusts, trying not to go too far before you adjusted to his wide girth. After a few seconds to do just that had passed, you hummed softly as a signal that you were okay to go further now, to pick up the pace - the vibrations sending a couple unexpected shockwaves up his spine. You stared up at him, admiring the way his Adam's apple bobbed slightly when he swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Curling your tongue around his length, you pressed upward as you started to bob your head, sucking lightly and moaning every few seconds to send vibrations through his whole being. "Fuck..." you heard him whisper with each drag of your muscle on the underside of his shaft, keeping one hand wrapped around his base and squeezing lightly the part you were unable to swallow. On occasion, whenever you would pull back far enough, you would angle your head slightly so that his tip would rub against the ridges of your palate upon re-entry, causing him to inhale sharply and clench his hand, tugging on your hair each time.
You could feel his thighs tremble every time you moaned around him, sucking harshly and hollowing your cheeks, pressing your tongue up even harder to create more friction and bring him closer to his orgasm. You slurped and sucked; some drool mixed with precum beginning to froth at the corners of your mouth with each drag. "That's it, that's it," Alastor murmured as he lowered his gaze down onto you. Struggling to keep his release at bay for just a few more minutes, he nearly lost it when he saw that you were still looking up at him with those beautiful wide eyes, tears pricking at the edges and threatening to fall at any moment. "Oh, yes- ... That's my good girl, fuuuccckkk!" he breathed, relishing in the way you tried to breathe through your nose while choking on his cock.
Hearing his moans and praises were such a huge ego boost, so you decided to take it a step further by removing your hand from the base and letting it settle on the side of his thigh. Alastor let out a small grunt of disapproval at the loss of your tight grip and reached to guide your hand back, but he stopped and let his jaw fall open when you pushed yourself further down on his cock, his tip now bullying the back of your throat with each bob of your head, every thrust of his hips. He was so close after only a couple minutes of you sucking him off; he couldn't tell if it was a result of the Love Potion or not being intimate with anyone for a significant amount of time, but he didn't really care. He just knew that his head was going to explode (among other things) if he didn't paint your mouth white and shoot his cum down your throat right fucking now.
You brought your left hand down to cradle his balls and roll them between your fingers, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create some much needed friction. Alastor's breathing was becoming heavier and faster with every second that passed, your tongue now moving back and forth in time with each drag; your messy slurping and moans increasing in volume causing him to see stars. "Goddamn... It feels so good!" he whispered, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth as he brought his other hand to nestle in your messy hair along with the other. Alastor was beginning to lose what little control he had left as his thrusts became more frantic, more wild and frenzied. "F-fff... uuuhh-!" he whined loudly, guiding your head down as he pushed up, your nose lightly slamming against his groin as he began to full on face fuck you.
"Fffu- ...! Oh, fuck yes! Fucking- keep going, just like that! Haahhh- ...!"
You were able to breathe through your nose, but not well enough as the edges of your vision began to go dark; your ears being filled with the sloppy 'glug, glug, glug' sound of Alastor ramming his cock in and out of your mouth at a speed you didn't think possible. Clenching your eyes shut as you let him use you to chase after his high, you tried to focus more on staying conscious only to have Alastor roughly tug on your hair, then lightly slap your cheek until you opened them again. You stared up at him with a dazed expression, your eyes teary and brows furrowed as he let one hand travel down to grip your chin. "Don't you dare look away from me!" he demanded, static rippling through the air and lights flickering, his eyes shifting to radio dials and his red sclera turning black, his grip bruising as his pace quickened. "Mm- ... mmpph!" you tried to hum in response, but the sound was swallowed by the other noises he was dragging out of you.
"Is this what you wanted?" Alastor asked as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace, fat tears now rolling down your cheeks as he began to lose himself in the pleasure you offered him. If you could, you would have nodded, but his tight grip on your hair and chin was making it difficult to do anything else except take it. "Is this what you wanted, darling- mmmpph! ... Wanted me to fuck your face like this? Hm? Is this what you fucking wanted?" he groaned loudly as his climax grew closer and closer, his antlers growing longer and his girth increasing in size with each thrust. His brows were knitted together as his nose scrunched slightly, the coil in his lower abdomen tightening to an almost excruciating degree and ready to snap any second, eyes narrowed and pointed teeth grinding together as he sucked in air quickly with each movement. "Do you want it? Take it like a good girl? Hohhh- shit!" You tried to nod once more, but again his bruising digits held your head in place, so you blinked rapidly at him, hoping that he would understand what you were trying to convey.
"That's it, that's it, take it all- Oh, fuck you're so good for me-! F-fuck, I'm cu-!"
A couple more seconds went by and you were barely holding on when you felt his hips stutter and his grip tighten further on your hair. With one final thrust, Alastor was thrown over the edge as the first ropes of his warm seed shot out and down your throat, holding your face flush against his pelvis. He let out a strangled cry of gratification as he held your head in place, your nose buried in the neatly groomed crimson bush at the base of his shaft. He used the hand that had been holding your chin to catch himself on the edge of his desk, his upper body having lurched forward when his orgasm hit, arched over your kneeling form. His abs flexed with every spurt of his cum, every blissful wave that came crashing down on him, his thighs quivering as he tried to remain upright and catch his breath. He was quite vexed, unsure if it was a lack of intimacy or the results of that drug that caused him to experience such an intense release, but he didn't really care to know right now.
"Mmph! Nngghh!" Alastor heard you humming, his entire body twitching from the overstimulating vibrations as you began to frantically tap at his thighs, trying to get him to let go so you could get some much-needed oxygen into your lungs. He pulled your head back by your hair gently and you started to cough and sputter, chest heaving and drool coating your chin. He took several seconds to catch his breath, as did you, before clicking his tongue in mock disapproval at your messy state (as if he wasn't the reason behind it) - his subtle disposition to passive-aggressively disparage all those around him momentarily breaking through this rarely seen state of vulnerability.
You brought your hands to your face, swiping at the tears that spilled from your eyes with one hand while covering your mouth with the other - a sad attempt at stifling your coughing fit. Alastor untangled his fingers from your messy strands and, in an uncharacteristic display of what most would assume is affection, smoothed them out delicately as he reached to take the hand that was wiping away your tears. He pulled you to your feet before waving his hand through the air, a glass of water manifesting a moment later with a puff of green and black smoke. He offered it to you as your coughing subsided, which you gladly accepted.
"Forgive me, darling. It seems I lost myself in the heat of the moment," Alastor apologized, having regained full control of himself now - the only signs of his uncontrolled frenzy being his shirt and coat lying in a heap nearby and his pants and briefs bunched at his ankles. You took a much-needed swig of the water he had given you, only giving him a small smile in response as you reached to rub your sinuses to ease the pain he unintentionally caused. You wondered if it would cause any petechiae bruising later (it would); what with how rough he had been with you. If it did, you assumed Angel would have SOME type of numbing agent for your throat - or, at the very least a concealer if the bruising formed on your face too.
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Still Watching? | l.c (m)
â Pairing: Lee Chan x f. ReaderÂ
â Summary: Blood and Popcorn with your newly minted boyfriend is your favorite. Except now you watch a lot less Buffy and a lot more of Chan.Â
â Word Count: 2,153
â Genre: Established Relationship, PWP
â Type: Smut
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Shameless pwp, explicit language, explicit sexual content including nipple play, vaginal fingering, a little bit of teasing/edging, cheesy banter.Â
â A/N: I am writing this as penance to @daechwitatamic to hold her over while I work on things that are not Lee Chan!!Â
â A/N 2: This is the same couple from Blood & Popcorn but you do not need to read the first story to read this one :)Â
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âHonestly, it is so obvious this show was written by a man,â You mutter, watching as Buffy yells at Zander. âHe wants to be a hero for her soooo bad.â
âXander is the worst,â Chan sighs. You rise and fall with his chest, your back pressed against his front where you lay against him. His knees cage you in on either side of your hips, your ass planted firmly between his legs with his arms around your middle, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. âHe really thinks he should win the girl just because heâs a nice guy.âÂ
âTruly, he has like⌠very few other qualities than being a nice guy.âÂ
He hums. âAt least Spike knows heâs an asshole. Itâs guys like Xander who think just because theyâre not blatantly awful that it makes them dateable.âÂ
âA lot of guys think that.âÂ
âMhmm. Iâm a rare breed.âÂ
You crane your neck to look up at him. You can hear and feel the steady thud of his heart, smell the hint of aftershave and menthol from his shower earlier, feel the heat of his skin. It makes you a little dizzy and you unfocus on the screen, studying the gentle curve of Chanâs mouth.Â
âYouâre surely something,â you mutter in response, grinning a little as you look away toward the screen. His fingers slip under your shirt, skimming your waist. You suppress a shiver, suddenly hyper aware of the way his fingers scrape against you.Â
âIâm a nice guy and I know that it takes more than being a decent human being to get the girl.â
âOh yeah? Remember the time it took four years to confess your feelings to me? What do you know, Lee Chan?â
âHmm. Data is insufficient. Need more evidence regarding that specific example.âÂ
For a moment, youâre unable to respond, lids fluttering as Chan continues to caress your lower stomach and hips. His touch is completely innocent, no suggestion that he intends anything. That he means anything. Itâs a motion that is instinctual for him, so naturally to have his hands on you that it almost makes it worse.Â
Just knowing how easy it is for him to love you never fails to surprise you. You donât know how you never saw it before.Â
Now it seems silly to have ever thought that Chan was anything less than in love with you. Itâs in the way he naturally gravitates toward you in every room. Itâs in the way he can be totally focused on something else, but his hand reaches out for you, not even really noticing that heâs seeking you out. Itâs in the way that you mold so perfectly into his chest, made to be there.Â
âYou donât know your own data?â you shoot back eventually, snuggling a little closer to him. If you could crawl into his hoodie, you would. For now, this is fine. âSeems like you donât know much.âÂ
âHmm?â His fingers stop moving. You feel the question hum against you. âI donât know much?âÂ
âNope.â
Your heart starts to pick up. Chanâs fingers start stroking your skin again but you feel the difference. His blunt nails scrape across your skin, raising goosebumps on your arms. He skims his hands higher and back down, touch light over your ribs. Every time his fingers dance up your side, his reach goes a little higher.Â
A tightness forms in your throat. You try to keep your breathing even and will yourself not to squeeze your thighs. You are pressed too close to him for him not to tell if you squirm. Chewing your lip, you stare at the screen totally unseeing.Â
âHm.â Chanâs deep hum hints at trouble. You feel your hands get clammy. âI think I know some things. Like for exampleâŚâ He trails off for a moment, hand brushing under your left breast. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fighting a twitch. âI know that your favorite color on me is green.âÂ
âGreen is a good color on anyone.â
âI know that you like the feelingâŚâ His hand skates low this time, fingers dancing dangerously against the waistband of your shorts. âOf high thread count sheets.â
You snort. âEveryone likes good sheets, Chan.âÂ
âGood sheets are important,â he agrees. You feel him trace his pointer finger back up with deadly accuracy, following the swell of your breast upward, skating so close to your nipple that you stop breathing. âEverything alright? You stopped breathing.â
âWhat?â you squeak. âOh, yep. I am great.âÂ
âI donât know, baby. Are you feeling well? You seem⌠warm.â
Chan presses his palm flat to your chest, fingers splayed wide. His palm is warm and rough, his touch igniting a fire inside of you. The heat spreads outward, licking at every one of your nerves and setting them ablaze.Â
In an effort to ignore him, you lick your lips and say, âNever felt better. I like her boots.âÂ
His chuckle is low. Throaty. Youâre barely holding it together, feeling the ache between your thighs at the firmness of his touch. âSee, I donât know a lot about womenâs fashion. But I do know those are not boots. Just like I know youâre not paying attention to the show, Bambi.â
You blink and stare at the TV. Chanâs right. Buffy is in sneakers, though in your unfocused haze they had been blurry and looked like boots from a distance. You swallow down the dryness in your throat, Chanâs hand still pressed flat and warm against your chest.Â
âI know that your heart is pounding,â Chan murmurs, voice barely audible as he presses his mouth by your ear. Your eyes flutter shut. âI know that youâre trying really hard not to squeeze those thighs.âÂ
âYou canât possibly know that.âÂ
To prove his statement true, Chanâs thumb brushes upward, skating gently over a nipple. On command, your thighs squeeze and you feel the shake of his laughter behind you.Â
âI know everything about you, Bambi.â His voice brushes against you like his soft touch. You melt, feeling your weight sink into him further. âI know that you donât share your food with anyone but me. I know that your favorite episode of Buffy is Hush. I know that you think Buffy should end up with Spike. I know that you are probably soaked right now because being caressed drives you crazy.âÂ
âInsufficient data,â you breathe. âI recommend research.âÂ
âYou know what? Agreed.âÂ
Chan moves fast. His hand moves from your chest to between your legs, hands slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties before you can blink. Your lips part, a breathy noise escaping you as Chan drags a slow finger up your sticky folds.Â
âWhat do you know,â he observes. His fingers idly trail up and down your slit, making you twitch against him. âI was right. Do I win anything?âÂ
âI thought you said nice guys shouldnât just win the girl.âÂ
Chan presses his fingers firmly to your clit, a ripple of pleasure ebbing through you. Your hips lift off the couch slightly but he pushes you back down into his lap, other hand looping around your waist to lock you to him. âMaybe Iâm not that nice.â
Slowly, he starts to retract his hand. You whimper, both of your hands shooting to grab the wrist belonging to the hand between your legs. He pauses, fingers pressed between your folds. âYou are nice!âÂ
âOh?â
âVery nice. Youâre my very nice, very sweet boyfriend.âÂ
âI see.âÂ
He doesnât move his hand at all. The space is filled with the low hum of Buffy fighting vampires, the blue flash of the screen falling against your silhouettes, body to body as he holds you tight. You try to get control of your racing heart, but thatâs never been easy around Chan.
He knows it. Â
âMaybe you know some things,â you admit slowly. âMaybe I was wrong.â
Chanâs resounding chuckle is dangerous, but he slides his hand back down. You loosen your grip on his wrist but keep your hands resting on his forearm, feeling the muscle flex under your fingertips as his fingers resume their debauched exploration.Â
âSee, thatâs another thing I know. I know you hate being wrong, so if youâre wrong⌠it was because you were doing so intentionally.â
His words fall on unlistening ears. Youâre too worked up by the simple way he plays you, too focused on the way his fingers gently circle your clit, the perfect stimulation. Too distracted by the way he dips his head down to sweep his mouth across your throat in open-mouthed kisses.Â
âI know youâre⌠not listening.â He stops and you let out a strangled sound, nails digging into his arms. He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point. âDidnât think so.â
âChan.âÂ
âHmm?â
âPlease donât tease me.â
âWhy not? You were teasing me.âÂ
You pout. He canât see it, but you know he knows itâs there. âI like to tease you. I have to keep you humble.âÂ
A long moan slips from your lips and you tilt your head back to Chanâs shoulder when he presses a finger into your aching cunt. You feel yourself twitch around him, hips swiveling for more friction.Â
âHumble? How are you ever going to keep me humble when this pussy gets this wet after Iâve barely touched you?â
Well thatâs true. You donât care, though, turning boneless as Chan strokes you with his fingers properly. It feels so good. Only he knows how to touch you like this, familiar with every button to press and every contour to mold to.Â
Heat flushes your neck. Chan presses his lips against your cheek, working your cunt with his fingers as he holds you steadfast. It feels like you might suffocate, totally trapped against him. His skin and breath are hot against you, the air thick. He breathes out a groan when your hips buck upward, Chan dropping all pretext of teasing you.
âLike that,â he breathes, heavy. âDo it exactly how you like it.â
Another finger drives you wild. You fumble over his name, squeezing your eyes shut and meeting the quick strokes of his hand. His palm presses firmly against your clit, letting you grind yourself against him for the extra stimulation.Â
You burn up. Briefly you wonder if this flash of euphoric heat is what Icarus felt before the fall. The thought is chased away from the intense pressure in your stomach as Chan presses up against that spot inside you, making stars burst behind your eyes.
âWait - Iâm gonna come in my shorts,â you whine, realizing you still have them on. âChaaaan.â
âSo come in them,â he says simply. âResearch has revealed that you have a washer and dryer down the hall, baby. Go ahead.âÂ
âFuuuuck.âÂ
âCome for me. I know you want to.âÂ
You do want to. A moment of static builds up, your thighs squeezing around his hand so hard he canât move and then youâre coming around his fingers, your nails biting into the skin of his wrist. His grip across your waist is like iron, holding you to him as you come undone.Â
Chanâs mouth presses gentle kisses on your jaw, muttering soft I love yous and fuck yeahs against your burning skin. The burning doesnât stop, your body flushed with heat as you sink away from your orgasm, turning to molten metal and melting into his hold.Â
He leaves you like that for a few minutes, thighs shaking around the hand still shoved between your legs, fingers pressed deep inside of you. It feels intimate, and you crane your neck, driven by the desire to kiss him. Chanâs lips are already there because he knew you would want his lips against yours.Â
Just like he knows everything about you.Â
Chanâs lips are soft and gentle. His tongue brushes against yours in a slow dance and you lean up into him more, desperate for him. He laughs into the kiss, letting you have your way until youâre panting, sweaty and out of breath again.Â
You sag, head on his shoulder as you pant. âYour fingers are still in me.â
âMhm.â He presses them in harshly, making you jolt. It earns a deep laugh from him. âMaybe we should call this Popcorn & Pussy instead. Weâve barely gotten through a full night of episodes since we started dating.â
âAre you aware you make the worst jokes?â You open your eyes and glance at the screen, only to find that the show has paused between episodes, asking if youâre still watching and if you want to continue. âAre you still watching? No, Buffy. Iâm not.â
âNo problem.â Chan pulls his hand from between your legs, the wet squelch making you whimper. âI have something else you can watch.âÂ
âOh?âÂ
Chan kisses your temple sweetly before getting up, letting you fall back against the couch while he kneels on the couch and pulls your legs toward his face. You inhale deeply, watching as he looks up through long lashes, a smirk on his face. âStill watching, Bambi?âÂ
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unconventional methods - chapter 1
Summary: Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now.
After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs.
Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)
Word Count: 5.7K
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sex deprivation, adult content creation, sexy lingerie, sexy photos and videos, male masturbation, self-doubt, overthinking, flirting, sexting, sending explicit content to each other, pet names, mutual masturbation, jealousy, feeling possessive (nothing toxic), hiding the real identity, no mention of y/n.
A/N: This was such a random idea but as I started to think about it, more details came to me. After a point, it became impossible not to write.
In this story, Bunny is the reader but we view most of the story from Buckyâs side so thereâs no use of you during the story. We donât know what the reader is up to, how she feels about stuff. Only as much as Bucky knows or sees. Thatâs why the reader is mentioned as she mostly.
>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.
This story is not exactly how it seems but I donât want to spoil it by revealing things too soon. Just stick around, if you wanna know how things will turn out to be.
Again, a big thank you to @notafunkiller for helping me every step of the way. She helped me the moment I felt stuck or something felt off, beta read the whole story and turned this into a readable piece. Thanking her wonât be enough. I would literally add her as a co-writer if that was possible on Tumblr.
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated. Donât hesitate to message me or send me a question regarding the stories I write. I would love to talk about it and no, it would never bother me as long as itâs not a hate comment. They are never welcome.
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Bucky wasnât sure if he should do this. He looked at the paper Natasha handed him and then back at the screen again. The internet browser was open for a while, but he couldnât decide what to do. It felt weird to be in this position. It didnât feel right⌠but why was it wrong again? She was sharing her own content: whatever she was comfortable with. They were all there for people to see if they wanted to, right? He took a deep breath, started to type the link Natasha wrote down for him, and pushed enter quickly before he changed his mind.
The page loaded quickly, but all he could see was her profile picture and the header. There was a huge subscribe button and under it, he could see how many posts she had, different subscription options, etc. He scrolled back up to look at her photos. They were not clickable, but her profile picture was her in blue lingerie and cute bunny ears, which made him smile for a second. Then he looked at the header. She was on all fours, staring directly into the camera. It was a different look. Not that âIâm trying to look sexyâ look that usually turned him off when it came to porn. It felt genuine somehow. How genuine it could be under these circumstancesâŚ
He looked at her profile picture for a while, thinking what could go wrong? A lot of people were doing this, weren't they? Some people were making money, some were paying for it. It wasn't that different from buying a dirty magazine. No, actually this was better because she had all the creative control over her own content. She was the one putting it out there. If that was not consent, then what was? He quickly created an account for himself, using a new email account like Natasha suggested. He didnât need anyone to find out about this.
The next part felt like falling into a rabbit hole because dear god⌠She looked gorgeous! She had some free content that didnât show much. Different poses in different lingerie. The photos were serving their purpose, making you want to subscribe and see more⌠of her. So he kept looking for a while.
There was something about her that made her so much more attractive, but he couldnât put his finger on it. He clicked next, looking at her pic in front of the mirror, with her legs wide open, but not actually showing anything. The slight smile on her face was warm and inviting. He knew he had no other option than to subscribe and see all of her content. He needed to see more.
The process didn't take long. After unlocking the special content, he just stared at the screen. How can she be real? He palmed his face, feeling nervous like he was on a first date with this attractive woman. He knew he wasn't. She was way out of his league, but he still felt nervous and intrigued while checking out all the content. There were so many different options and he didnât know where to start.
At first, he decided to go slow and just check a couple of nude photos. The pics were in order, showing her getting rid of one piece of clothing with each new shot. It started with her fully dressed, looking super sexy: short skirt, modest cleavage, looking all cute. First, the skirt was gone, then her top, and she was left standing in her pastel pink lingerie that covered her chest completely, but it was lacy and see-through. It was fitting her like it was custom-made. He couldnât stop himself and kept swiping, finding different concepts. His cock was pressed against his pants, aching for attention as he was unable to look away.
After spending god knows how long on her profile, Bucky finally couldnât take it anymore. This was the point of all this, wasnât it? Creating the need at the right time to please himself, so he wouldnât get random erections during the missions⌠He unzipped himself and finally freed his cock. Still, his hands didnât go there directly. He kept looking at her profile, discovering other features: like videos she uploaded while getting off!
âDear godâŚâ He gulped after seeing the thumbnail. She had a dildo in her hand. There was no way he was not going to click on this. No way!
He watched her taking her sweet time, teasing herself and, of course, the viewers, then getting really wet and adding lube on top of it before she pushed the dildo inside. The moan she let out sent a powerful jolt through his whole body. It was so beautiful and felt so fucking authentic, nothing like those fake, unrealistic porn moans. They were always a huge turn-off. This, on the other hand, was too much to handle. His cock was dripping so much precum, begging him for some attention. He couldnât remember the last time he was this turned on. Either it never happened or it was so long ago, it doesnât matter anymore.
He finally reached for the lube, poured a generous amount into his flesh hand, and quickly grabbed his cock.Â
âFuck.â It felt so sensitive. Like he had been edged for the last hour. Maybe he had been⌠after all the content he went through.
His fingers were loose, moving up and down slowly while the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on was pleasing herself on the screen. He didnât want this to end too soon. He wanted to take his sweet time and maybe imagine she was the one doing this to him. That was a nice image: her between his legs, looking up at him with those big eyes while she moved her hand up and down slowly, torturing him, not letting him come until she said so.
His breath shuttered at the thought, his fingers moving faster than before, like they have their own mind. His cock was grateful, but no, he didnât want to come before the video was done. Somehow it felt like disappointing your date during your first sex.
Luckily, she started to shatter, moaning as she came on the dildo she was riding. And the noises she made immediately sent him over the edge.Â
âF-f-fuck,â he slurred as he started to come. It felt good, really good. He lost himself in pleasure and kept stroking until he emptied himself. Until he felt that overstimulation creeping in. That was when he noticed he closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, the video was done and the black screen with a play again button welcomed him.Â
Disappointment washed over him. She wasn't there with him. Even if he came before the video was done, she wouldnât know. There was no one to disappoint. He was alone in his bedroom, jerking off to a computer screen, but in his defense, the girl was hot. Really hot.
He took a deep breath, letting himself enjoy the afterglow. That was the point of all this: enjoying small stuff like satisfaction without going through the tedious process of meeting new people. He reached for the wet wipes and cleaned himself quickly. As he clicked the exit button on the video, he saw another one. It must be old because she looked a bit younger, and her hair was a little lighter. Also, it looked like a short one so he clicked on it.
âHey. Thank you so much for subscribing.â This was the first time he heard her voice. It was soft and calm. âI know this isnât conventional, but I enjoy sharing content like this. Donât judge me if you donât wanna be judged, okay?â She winked and god, it was adorable. âI'll try to share new content every Wednesday. I hope to see you here. Feel free to message me if you like. Take care.â
If he hadnât come thirty seconds ago, he would have gotten hard again after hearing her voice. He was glad even the super soldier serum had some limits. Before his body could recover from his intense orgasm, he closed the window and decided to go take a shower.
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The next week passed in a blur. There were missions, briefings, and someoneâs birthday⌠He didnât care whose. It was not someone from the main team, that was all he knew. He was eating his cake in the corner, minding his own business when Natasha sat next to him.
âHey.â She tried to sound as casual as possible.
âHey.â
âYou look better.â
Bucky looked at her confused.
âDoes that supposed to be a compliment, Romanoff?â
âItâs a simple statement, Barnes. It looks like you took my advice and gave yourself a break.â Bucky averted his gaze from her. âNo accidental erections during missions, congrats.â
âIt was one time, Natasha. One time. When will you let it go?â
âWhenever you tell me about your⌠experience.â
âMy experience?â He looked back at her, with the same confused expression all over again.
âI wanna know if you liked her or not. I donât need details.â
âWhy do you care so much about it? Sheâs just a random girl.â He lied to her. She wasnât. At least not to him. He had been checking her account anytime he got a chance. This whole week, he had been masturbating more than he ever did before. Sometimes even the thought of her was turning him on so randomly, he was starting to get worried, but at the same time, he couldnât stop himself from checking for updates.
She was sharing content very regularly. Sometimes they were new photoshoots, and sometimes just random cute photos in pajamas. He didnât know which content he was looking forward to the most. All he knew was he loved how genuine it felt she was.
âIâm just noisy. So tell meâŚâ
âYes, Natasha, I like her. Sheâs cute and hot, exactly what I was looking for. What do you want, a thank you?â
Bucky really had no idea how Natasha managed to hit the bull's eye when she suggested this girl to him. She was absolutely his type, so he could say thank you for this, but nothing more.
âI wouldnât mind.â
âThank you.â It was Natashaâs turn to feel confused because in all the time they spent together with Barnes, he never once thanked her. This was a first.
âWow. You really like her.â She sounded proud of herself.
âHey, Buck!â The moment Bucky heard Samâs voice, he jumped off the couch. He didnât want to spend another minute talking about his irrational crush with Natasha. It was pointless.
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As the time passed, Bucky felt like he was addicted to her content. He was checking his phone much more often than before, just to see if she shared something. He didnât notice it until Sam pointed it out and asked if he got a girlfriend or something. He quickly denied that possibility, finding a lame excuse. He wasnât sure if Sam bought it or not, but he definitely needed to check his phone less often.Â
When he came back home, he felt so tired. The whole day was full of meetings and he let himself be consumed by the details just not to think about her. It was Wednesday, which meant new content, yet he still tried to stay away from his phone.Â
He literally consumed every content she ever shared. There was no photo or video on her profile he didn't see. There were some he masturbated to more than once. He just wanted to take a step back and if he could manage this, he would feel less of a creep. The problem was he was home and he had nothing to do.
He tried to distract himself with food at first, and it only worked for 15 minutes. Then he took a shower, which took even less. Watching television didnât even last more than 5 minutes, so he decided to go to sleep, but his mind kept wandering to her. He wanted to know what she shared and how she looked. Finally, he gave in and opened her profile⌠to see nothing. Since yesterday she shared literally nothing. That was so unlike her. She shared something every day and she never missed Wednesdays. He didnât care about the lack of new content. It worried him that he doesnât know if she was alright. Why wouldnât she be? Maybe she was busy. He tried to calm himself down but falling asleep was impossible.
Then he made a promise to himself: if she won't share anything by noon the next day, he would message her. That thought calmed him down a little.
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The next day, Bucky forgot that he was trying to avoid checking his phone in public. His body was at work, but his mind was stuck on⌠her. He kept looking at her profile to see something, anything to assure himself youâre alright, but there was literally nothing. Complete silence. When it was finally noon, he had no patience left. Normally, he wouldnât even consider sending a message, but he was just worried. And it didnât occur to him that it was not his place to be concerned about this woman.Â
He opened her profile and clicked on the direct messages feature. His mind was completely blank. He had no idea what to say, looking at the screen for a couple of seconds as he trying to collect his thoughts.
âHey.â Thatâs all he could come up with. How to say you are worried about someone who has no idea you even exist? It was ridiculous, but there was no way he could just wait and do nothing. âIâm sorry for bothering you. I hope you are alright. You have been absent lately. It could be something totally personal, I know that, but you never miss Wednesdays. So I wanted to check in to see if you are fine. I really hope you are.â
He took a deep breath after he pressed send. It was a long shot for sure. He didnât really expect an answer. Maybe a seen. And that would be more than enough.
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An unfamiliar chime got Buckyâs attention. It surely came from his phone, but he never heard that sound before. When he took his phone out and saw the notification, his heart skipped a beat, just for a second. It was a message from her. The nervous feeling spread through his body like poison, sweat pooling on his forehead before he even clicked on it.
>> Hey, handsome. Thank you for checking in. I have been a bit busy and sick at the same time. Not the best combo. Sorry for missing the content day. I will make it up next Wednesday.
Bucky looked at the message, a bit confused. He wasnât interested when the new content was gonna drop. He just wanted to know if she was okay. Being busy and sick at the same time didnât look so. Content should have been the last thing she should be worried about.
<< Iâm not worried about the content, darling. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
He definitely didnât expect her to respond this quickly, it didnât even take a minute.
>> Really? I thought youâd miss me.
She was talking like she knew him personally. Like they have chatted before. It was weird and comforting at the same time.
<< I did miss seeing your cute little face, Iâm not gonna lie, but I didnât message you for that. Content can wait until you feel better.
>> My cute little face is a little bit unpresentable and I appreciate your concern. Itâs refreshing to see someone actually cares how I am feeling instead of why I did not share anything lately.
<< Iâm sure your cute little face is still the cutest thing on the face of the earth. I wouldnât worry about being presentable.
>> Get ready for a jumpscare.Â
He had no idea what that meant, but the text was followed by a selfie: her, in bed, looking rather exhausted, with a messy bun, cute pajamas, and a cup of tea in her hand. Bucky quickly googled what jumpscare means and came back to the messaging screen.
<< You clearly donât know what jumpscare means. It would be me, in a dark hallway or an alley. Thatâs real jumpscare. This is a cute lady who needs a bit of time to recover.
>> First darling, now cute lady. Are you sure you arenât 60 years old?
<< Why, do you have an age limit?
>> For my content? No. << And for other stuff?
>> The answer is still no, but are you?
<< 60? No. Iâm 107.
>> How do you know how to use the app at 107?Â
That question made Bucky laugh a little, but he chose to be honest.
<< If I donât know something I just google it.
>> Shouldn't you be semi-dead at 107?
<< I should be fully dead yet Iâm still here.
>> Your profile says 33. Why are you lying handsome?
<< Believe me, my body and soul are older than 33.
>> I kinda believe that because you are talking differently.
<< Is it why you are answering my messages?
>> That and I feel a bit lonely. Your message sounded cute. I usually end the conversation before it gets too far.
<< Whatâs too far for you?
>> When they start demanding private pictures or try to sext.
Bucky had to google once again what sext means, just to be sure, and it was exactly what he thought it would be.
<< But you sent them to me.
>> Just one picture. A sick selfie and you didnât ask for it. I thought it would turn you off really badly and you would say take care and end the convo.
<< I still think you look cute.
>> I am starting to believe you might be cute as well.
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Bucky had no idea how things got this far with her. After that message, they were literally sending texting each other daily. Just checking in, asking random stuff, or getting to know each other. It was not the same every day. Sometimes it was just a couple of messages and dead silence. Sometimes they communicated all day, non-stop, but Bucky didnât mind. He didnât mind not talking to her every day. Knowing that she was okay gave him a bit of peace. Just a good morning or a good night message was enough to ease his anxiety.Â
>> Good morning, handsome.
That was the text he woke up to, that made him smile almost all day. Every time he remembered her calling him handsome or taking time to send a message to him, it made him happy. It made him feel different than others. He knew that was not the case. Maybe she kept talking to him because he didnât make her uncomfortable. Maybe she talked to others too. He had no idea, but whenever he thought about her messaging someone else, he felt a faint pain in his stomach. He knew this feeling was irrational, so he avoidedto think about it as much as possible.
<< Good morning, bunny.
<< Is your favorite color pink? He randomly asked as he had been doing all week. The question came to him because he noticed she wore that color a lot.
>> No, itâs light blue. Why?
<< You wear pink a lot, thatâs why I asked.
>> Thatâs what they like. Most men still think blue is a manly color.
<< You look divine in blue. Itâs their loss really.
Her answer was a picture of her in blue lingerie. It surprised him because that photo was not on her profile. He remembered seeing this set, but not this exact photo. He kept looking at the pic for much longer than he should have. Another message woke him up from his trance.
<< I take that as you like it.
>> This photo is not on your profile.
<< No, itâs not.
>> But you feel fine sending it to me.
<< You said I look divine in blue.Â
>> You do. Iâm just surprised you sent me a photo you didnât share before. Iâm glad you feel comfortable.
<< Iâm pretty comfortable talking to you. Otherwise, I wouldnât talk to someone whose name I donât know.
>> I donât know your name either, bunny.
<< You are a smart man. Most assume this is my real name.
>> Using your real name would be an unnecessary risk.
<< Is that why you donât call me Viv?
>> Maybe. I wasnât doing it on purpose. Why are you calling me handsome?
<< I donât know, I never really thought about it.
>> Yeah, exactly. You donât know what I look like but you are calling me handsome.
<< I would love to see what you look like, but I donât wanna make you feel uncomfortable.
>> Iâm sure what you are imagining is much better than the reality, bunny.
<< Why do you call me bunny?
>> Because of your profile photo. The bunny ears. You look really cute.
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Bucky was in the middle of debriefing. After a really long mission, he was finally back in New York. He wondered if Bunny messaged him. That was what heâd been calling her in his mind for a while and suddenly, he realized it might be too weird. Was he getting too creepy? Too comfortable? They didnât even know each other properly. The last time they talked, she asked him why he didnât use Viv. Maybe that was a signal for him to go for the fake name instead of his nickname.
âBarnes.â Furyâs voice brought him back to reality.
âSorry, what did you say?â
âI asked if you want to add anything else.â His voice was firm.
âNo, no. Romanoff covered it well.â
âGood. Rest for a couple of days. We will be going back to finish what we started.â
When Bucky finally reached out for his phone, Natasha was smiling in the corner.
âDoes he have a secret girlfriend?â Sam asked.
âMaybe. I have no idea.â She lied.
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>> Good morning, old man.
>> Busy day?
>> I got a funny story to tell you, but you arenât around.
>> Please tell me I didnât offend you with the nickname.
>> I am messaging you a lot, arenât I? I should leave you alone.
>> Iâm sorryâŚ
Buckyâs heart was racing as he read the messages. He shouldâve warned her about not being online for a while. Instead, she thought she did something wrong. He looked at the message screen, trying tocome up with a good response to assure her that he wasnât offended. He was an old man after all. What was there to get offended?
<< Hey. Iâm sorry. I was away for work. There was no signal. I did not see your messages before.Â
<< Just know that you never bother me. You can message me as much as you want. Whenever you want and I will answer when I can.
<< And you know I should be the one to worry if Iâm bothering you or creeping you out. Not you.
<< If you still wanna tell me that funny story, Iâm here to listen, Viv.
Bucky wasnât sure if she would reply. After all, she didnât get a message from him for a while. Maybe heâd already lost his chance⌠But then his phone chimed.
>> Viv? Where did Bunny go?
>> đ°
<< You want me to call you Bunny?
>> I got used to it.
<< Okay, Bunny. If thatâs what you want.
This made him feel better. Maybe he was just overthinking. She didnât seem to mind half of the things he was thinking about.
<< Should I get used to being called old man?
>> Does it bother you?
<< It doesnât. I am an old man.
>> You are 33 if you didnât lie while creating your profile.
<< Biologically, yes.
>> But you feel older, so you donât mind.
>> Iâm glad you are back.
<< Iâm sorry that I didnât warn you about work.
>> Itâs okay. You donât owe me anything.
That last message broke his heart. He knew she was right. He didnât owe her anything, but that wasnât the reason why he was explaining himself. He was doing it because he wanted to, and a small part of him wanted to owe her an explanation. He also wanted her to owe him an explanation. Yet he knew that wasnât the case.
<< Is that how you feel?
>> Isnât that how I should feel? I donât know who you are. I donât even know what you look like. I just know I like talking to you. If thatâs the only thing you are willing to do, then itâs fine by me. I mean you could be married or engaged and I wouldnât know. So itâs fine, you donât have to explain yourself.
Bucky looked at the message for a while, digesting what she was saying. She was right. She had no information about who he was while he had access to her all of her content and now private messages. She was completely exposed, and he didnât even share his name with her. Why would she trust him? Why would she owe him any explanation at all?
<< Itâs James.
>> Nice to meet you, James đ°
>> You have such a beautiful name.Â
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After he shared his name with her, something changed between them. Something subtle, but it meant a lot to Bucky. It felt like she was more open, and more curious now.Â
>> What are you wearing?
Bunnyâs question caught him off guard. He looked at himself in panic. He was sitting on the floor, only with his boxers on, so there was no way he could tell her the truth.
<< Pajamas, you?
>> What kind of pajamas? Iâm guessing old man pajamas butâŚI never saw an old man in old-school pajamas. Maybe you can show me.
Shit, shit, shit.
Lying to her was a huge mistake. He had no pajamas to put on. He only had a couple of pants, and henleys, and maybe three jackets. Natasha always made fun of him for wearing the same stuff over and over again. She was trying to hit a nerve so he would go buy something new, but it didnât work, of course. Now, he wished it did.
He started to panic a little, looking around to find a solution. I could cover my body, a voice in his head said. And thatâs what he did. He laid down, covered himself with his blanket, and took the picture. His face wasnât in the frame, just the tip of his chin. Since he shaved this morning, his dimple was showing. He used his vibranium hand to take the selfie, and in this way, it looked like a normal photo.
It was too late when he noticed the fact that he laying on the floor, not in bed was visible. He cursed to himself while waiting for her answer. There was no way she wasnât going to comment about the absence of the bed. No way.
>>Â I am not seeing any pajamas or your body, old man. It is that bad?
Bucky took a breath of relief. Maybe she did not even notice. After all, she wanted to see him. Maybe she didnât even pay attention to his surroundings.
Or maybe she just didnât want to make him uncomfortable. That thought changed his mind. He literally saw every part of her body. Sending a picture back in his boxers shouldnât be a big deal, right? He stood up and extended his vibranium arm. The new selfie was quite similar except this time he was showing a lot of skin. Starting from the tip of his chin, he showed his upper body only. He looked at the photo before sending it: upper body and black boxers. No bare legs and no face.
>> I see no pajamas. And this body doesn't belong to an old man at all. Are you lying to me, James?đ¤¨
He might have made a mistake by sending this picture. There was no way he could prove to her this is actually him. Especially after all that old man talk. While he was thinking about what heâs gonna do next, he got another message.
>> Cat got your tongue?
<< A bunny did actually.
>> You look good, James. Really good, but you donât seem excited.
Her response confused him.Â
<< Excited?
>> Maybe you need a photo to get excited.
Before he could ask what that means, she sent him a pic of her. Definitely not professionally taken. Itâs her in front of the mirror, wearing only shorts and covering her naked breasts with one of her hands while taking the picture with the other.Â
>> Hope this helps.
>> But if you wanna see more, you gotta share more.
<< You're very beautiful, bunny, but I hope you know this was not my intention. I was waiting for you to tell me that funny story.
Her response was another photo: a close up on her covered breasts. She looked like she was about to drop her hand and reveal it like he did not see them before.
>> I know.
>> So does this mean you're not excited? I was trying something hereâŚ
>> I can tell you the story if thatâs what youâd rather do.
âFuckâŚâ Bucky cursed out loud. He was really good at this before. Flirting and finding the best possible response were easy back in the 40s, but it didnât feel like that anymore. He was constantly worried about doing something wrong or creeping her out. He wanted to hear the story, but he really wanted to see her breasts too.
<< What do I have to do to see more?
>> Iâve just told you. Share more to get more.
Oh, so she wanted more photos of him, and he literally had no idea how to take flattering pictures.
>> Maybe start by showing me if the photos worked or not.
He looked down at himself and saw his rock-hard cock. How is he supposed to show her? Maybe I should mimic her photos. He touched the outline of his dick, making it a little more visible before taking a picture.
<< Is it clear enough?
>> Oh, you got really excited, didnât you Jamie?
>> Not an old man after all.
He loudly groaned when he saw what she called him. Jamie. God! He felt a jolt of arousal the moment he read the nickname. He was sure he got even a little harder if thatâs possible.Â
Before he could find an answer, Bunny sent him another photo. This time her palm was stretched on her breasts, fingers not hiding much anymore, but still, her tits werenât completely visible. Yet he could see how erect her nipple was. He already had a lot of dirty thoughts: like taking her nipple into his mouth and torturing her before giving in. He just didnât know if he should voice them or not.
<< Oh, that nippleâŚ
>> What about it?
<< You wanna hear what I am thinking about?
>> Well, since Iâm trying to tempt you here⌠What do you think?
<< Fuck, Bunny. You have no idea what you are doing to me.
>> I am dying to hear it though.
Instead of telling her, Bucky decided to show her. He tried to position himself in front of the camera and take a good photo of his erection. He tried a couple of different angles, but it was a dick after all. Nothing he tried seemed to make it seem more appealing in his view. When he finally sent the picture, he added a small text.
<< How about I show you instead?
>> Oh my god!
>> You were hiding that from me all this time?
>> Damn, I feel robbed.
<< Does this mean you like it, doll?
>> Oh, thatâs new.
>> And I like it.
>> Maybe even better than Bunny.
>> And yes, I am actually drooling right now even with that horrible angle.Â
<< Horrible angle? How should I do this then? I never...
>> Do you want me to teach you, old man? Because I can.
<< Iâm always open to learning new stuff. Thatâs the only thing you can always rely on.
>> Ohh, I love that. Open-minded, doesnât mind taking criticism, no fragile masculinity. All very hot.Â
>> Try taking a picture in front of the mirror maybe. Donât take the picture from above or too down. Try to use eye level if you arenât particularly doing something. That works better.
Using a mirror wasnât a good idea for him. He could imagine the photos looking better like that, but there was no way he could hide his metal arm.
So instead of positionin his camera above, he tried to level it down, showing his full length and thickness. A photo didnât seem to work so he decided to record a short video of him playing with himself: his flesh hand going up and down slowly on his full length. He couldnât help but let a low moan when his hand brushed against the head. Fuck, imagining her seeing this⌠The idea turned him on even more. He got so excited that he forgot to check the video before sending it.
>> Fuck, James.
>> Fuck fuck fuck.
>> Your voice is so fucking hot.
>> And you are so aroused. Is it all for me?
<< Itâs all for you, doll.
<< This is what you do to me. All the time.Â
<< God, I wish you were here.
Bunny or Doll, he had no idea which one suits her better, sent a video as the response: her fingers, two of them, going in and out inside her. She was going pretty fast, indicating she had been doing this for a while, and there was a faint moaning in the background, which Bucky couldnât get enough of. He watched the video twice before answering.
>> You are gonna be the death of me.
>> Are those fingers enough? Do you want a third one or maybe you would rather have a big dildo inside?
<< I would rather have you inside me.
After this point, everything felt like a blur. Things got out of hand, they kept exchanging photos and videos until they both got pretty powerful orgasms. Yet James found himself wanting more. So much more than she probably wanted to offer.
>>> Next Chapter
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