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DOG YEARS // Harry Styles O.U.

Part 2: The Bar Cart

a/n: hey and welcome to part 2! this is kind of short but I felt that it needed to be it’s own chapter (in my head it makes sense.) aw harry and colette are v sweet in this one (i love them already). also there is colette’s face claim in the collage/mood board above including real pics from the soho farmhouse. :) comments, likes and REBLOGS are v much appreciated happy reading!

STORY PAGE // PART 1

What I had concluded throughout the night was that this small group of Harry and his friends were just so normal. It was so easy to watch him on a phone clip or on the screen of a TV for an award show and have a false preconception of who he was. After all, he was a huge celebrity -- it’s hard not to imagine him being a certain way. I never could have dreamed he would be the way he is though, I suppose that’s the beauty of first getting to know somebody. As the hours weened late and the clock neared 12 AM, I realized Harry Styles was as normal as any man in a baby chick sweater could be.

I had never been a massive Harry Styles fan, sure if his song came on the radio I bopped along. If I saw him on my Snapchat Daily Mail snippets, I’d read them every so often — but other than that I had no true preconception of who he was and what he was about. I guess that came in my favor because I had no high expectations from him and therefore he could only go up from there. Throughout the night the five of us took an abundant amount of shots and played a few childish ‘Truth or Dare’ games. I found myself taking a shot of maple syrup and pickle juice MIXED — Harry’’s idea of a dare.

This was the most fun I had since moving over here to England, and in the presence of all these ‘misfit’ like personas, I felt at home. There was no awkward beats, shame or egos. The whole atmosphere was completely judgement free and as light as a feather. I talked to everyone, chatting away about California, good food spots, sports and more. I found it so refreshing to be able to relate to other people’s stories about my home state, a place I was starting to long for.

It was fair to say that we were all peak drunk around 12, dancing along to old 70’s hits as well as current ones. Jamie tried to teach us all ‘TikTok’ dances she had learnt from her children back home. Of course the 5 of us tried our best to be choreographed and in sync, but failed miserably. Little did they all know I spent most of my free time perfecting these stupid dances. Of course any videos we took, were never posted publicly...but some did make the cut as a private post to a whopping 0 followers. Watching Harry Styles sing the words “I'm a savage. Classy, bougie, ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty” with a bunch of hip pops was an award winning scene.

So as it reached 1 am, I was near my max of what I could handle for the night. My head which was once spinning was now beginning to pound and that gross dry feeling in my mouth was taking over. I hated this part. I didn’t feel sick to my stomach yet but I knew if I didn’t get sleep soon I’d be regretting it.

“Hey, so do ya need a ride back home?” Harry’s raspy voice asked, reading the room very well. He had taken a sudden seat next to me on the couch, spreading his legs apart and laying his head back fully — complete relaxation.

“You drank tonight,” I reprimanded him jokingly. But I meant it, he was the most plastered of all of us. “You can’t drive, even if it’s just down the hill.”

“Can’t argue with that,” He hummed. “’M pretty trashed still.”

I turned my head towards him, he was still looking up as if he was admiring the wood paneled ceilings, taking every detail in. But when I looked closer, his eyes were shut. His face structure was flawless if I’d say so myself. His jaw looked like it could cut someone, his eyebrows full enough to make any girl jealous, and those floppy, thick waves — it was hard to admit that he wasn’t handsome. I blinked my eyes hard, trying to get out of the small trance I was under. I was drunk after all.

“Well…” I began, “I need to start heading down to my casa.”

“Well…” Harry chirped, directing his attention towards me. “If I can’t drive you back down, the least I could do is walk you there.”

“No, please,” I scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah. Shaddup and grab your coat, it’s about to get chilly out there.”

I knew I’d manage doing the walk by myself well enough alone. The premises of Soho Farmhouse were protected with heavy security and gates. I knew I had no reasons to worry about a swift 5 minute trudge down a hill.

“No Harry, seriously. I’ll be fine!” I argued back, forming a tight lip smile to reassure him.

“Who knows? A bloody chicken could be loose and start chasing you, ya? Plus, it’s my duty to make sure you get back safe. Now, up!” He instructed. “’M a gentleman.”

I knew there was no point in fighting back, he was adamant about it. Plus the look on his face when I obliged was well worth it.

The two of us said our quick fair wells to everyone who was still gathered round the kitchen island talking amongst each other. It might have been the alcohol, but I felt oddly emotional saying goodbye to all of them. For the first time in a month I made what felt like real connections with a group of people and all I wanted was to hang out with them forever. I was bummed knowing Jamie and Jeff would only be here for another week or so.

“Shall we take the wagon, bar cart contraption thing?” Harry offered, pointing to the blue wagon filled with alcohol.

“I don’t even have the keys.”

“Fair enough, walking it is.”

“Thanks for having me tonight,” I spoke tiredly.

“Don’t even worry about it. Glad to be of assistance in the ‘lit’ department,” He laughed, using quotations around the word lit.

“You’re very Americanized,” I noted. He turned his head to me, raising his eyebrow as if he had just been accused of something terrible.

“That’s why I’m back here in the English countryside. Trying to ween away from all that LA bullshit…” He admitted, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“LA bullshit?” I asked, appalled...maybe even a little offended. Although I had lived in Northern California, an insult to one city of my state was an insult to all.

“Yeah, erm, spent too much time there ‘s all...” Harry mumbled. I was almost sure by his tone he was not giving off the complete truth but I didn’t want to push. Harry started to fiddle with his bottom lips, hit teeth constantly biting it over and over. Most likely a nervous habit.

We continued walking along the cobblestone in silence, the click-clack of our shoes echoing through the emptiness of the night. Despite the quietness of it all, it felt pretty comfortable.

“I love LA,” I offered sheepishly. “I mean, as long as you surround yourself with the right people, I think LA’s one of the best places you could be.”

“Well you’re just saying that,” He countered. “You’re from California, you’re supposed to say that.”

“False!”

“I loved LA too,” Harry admitted, focusing his attention back to the cobblestone ground ahead of him.

“Loved?” I asked inquisitively.

He turned his gaze to me and laughed, “It’s complicated.”

“LA can have that effect,” I said back, trying not to delve any deeper. I had just met him today after all, there was no reason for him to trust me with any of his problems.

“I think you staying here will definitely be a big change. It’s about as simple as it gets.” I didn’t want to delve any deeper and invade his privacy so I took his explanation as it was. I couldn’t help but think there may have been a direct correlation with his quick mood change yesterday and his reasoning for disliking California.

“Looking forward to it,” He smiled. “‘S kinda just like, the perfect situation for me. No press, no distractions, just focusing on myself...the music.”

“Mmm, exciting.”

Harry caught my gaze, “You’ve got no idea.”

We began to approach my cottage, the smallest one on the property. The lights on in the kitchen we’re still on from when I left. They were now shining through the windows giving a angelic glow to the darkness of the night.

“No rush to get up early tomorrow.” Harry insisted as we approached the large wooden door. I looked at him excitedly, all I wanted to do was sleep in after tonight and he had just granted me his permission to do so.

“Really?” I questioned.

He nodded his head, “I’ll be sleeping in late too. Bloody tired.”

“Alright I’ll just wait for a text from Jeff..”

Harry cut me off swiftly, “Or myself.” He pointed a finger to his chest playfully.

“Or yourself,” I agreed.

“But don’t worry, like I said, sleep in and uh I’ll see you tomorrow maybe.”

For some unknown reason the air between us felt extremely awkward. I was still a little tipsy, but coming down quickly. I thought to myself that if this was any other guy, I’d probably be on my tippy toes and ready to kiss him, because why not? But it was Harry Styles. He was like my boss, I guess, and he’d have no interest in me. If anything he’d file a restraining order if I tried to pull something like that. I pulled my jacket closer to my body as the air swirled around us.

“Alright well goodnight!” I exclaimed bringing him in for a quick side hug. Harry quickly turned it into a full on hug, giving me a tight squeeze. He smelled divine. How badly I wanted to arch my head up and meet his lips, which were probably freezing. The alcohol just does something to me and makes me want to kiss almost anybody to be fair. Making out with friends whilst drunk was one of my famous traits. It was like he had handed his warmth over to me because being embraced in him I instantly felt warmer, any shivers I once had were gone.

He let go of me and awkwardly stood there, his hands flying into his pockets. “Just want to make sure you get in safe,” He noted, bringing his lips into an awkward smile, shooting his gaze towards the door.

“Oh yeah, of course,” I laughed nervously. I emphasized the key in my hand, giving him a big smile as I twisted it and unlocked the heavy door.

“Right,” He muttered.

“Get back safe!” I chirped, allowing myself to fully walk in the warmth of my cottage and turning to face him.

“I’ll text you.”

“Oh?” I arched my eyebrow at him jokingly.

“Goodnight, Colette.” And with that he turned on his feet, slowly waking back up the treacherous hill and to his abode.

I slammed the door fast, the thunderous noise vibrating through my whole cottage. I rested my back against it in a state of relief and confusion of the encounter I had just endured. Pulling myself back together and avoiding any intrusive thoughts I may begin to think, i decided to start up a hot shower and brew myself tea.

HARRYS POV

I felt weird. I hadn’t felt this way since the night I had met Camille, years ago at a friends party. It was a feeling I longed for, but also was scared of. The creative side of me wanted to embrace the feeling, the broken side of me wanted to steer clear. I knew the girl I had just waved goodbye to depended on this job, I couldn’t just ask for a replacement — plus, I was intrigued. I felt like I was at tug of war with myself over a girl I had just met earlier today. It was a tad ridiculous.

I figured the best thing for me to do was to only call her around when trulynecessary. It wasn’t like me to be this unwelcoming, but the feeling in my stomach that was creeping up to my mind was telling me to be this way. I wasn’t going to text her tomorrow for anything. Colette, right? Yep, that was her name — how could I forget it. A face as pretty as the name. I didn’t say much when I came back into my temporary home, instead I insisted I needed sleep and get a propers nice rest of what was left of it anyways. It was the most polite way to let my dear pals know to fuck off for the night. I loved them all, but I needed to get situated and I wanted space. Time to myself is what I cherished most.

I rushed up to my bedroom, shutting the door and entering the attached bathroom. I neatly undressed myself, taking a deep stare in the mirror. I looked at myself hard, the alcohol was still in my system so I appeared a little fuzzy. I felt older, my hairline was not what it used to be in the 1D days, it didn’t bother me but I had seen some tweets about it. My facial hair was growing in kind of unevenly, this is what I get for wanting to be independent and not have a stylish take care of how I look. I preferred it that way though, that’s how it should be.

Sighing, I went for the toothbrush and started on my nightly routine. I wanted to create a new set of routine now that I was becoming accustomed into this place I’d be calling ‘home’ for the next four months.

After freshening up, I let my body get underneath the cool covers, pulling them up high up to my neck to keep me warm. I stared at my phone that was sitting on the wooden table side. I always kept my phone on Do Not Disturb when I was taking time off for myself. Seeing a bunch of missed calls and emails stressed me out, and I wanted to detach from all that. I let out a puff of air, knowing what I’d be seeing if I decided to take a look at my phone. But the alcohol that was left in me couldn’t hold back so I reached for it anyways.

I quickly opened up the safari tab and typed my own name, something I was never keen on doing. I hadn’t done it for weeks actually, but I knew there was a part of me that needed to see what was being said. Just like that, a bunch of highlights of new articles and my name as well as hers were everywhere.

“Fuck..” I sighed, closing my eyes shut for a second. “Why..”

Camille Rowe, model and famed ex girlfriend of musician and heartthrob Harry Styles releases tell all book — including steamy details of her former romance with the star!

Click. I waited for the page to load, nervously biting my lower lip.

There’s a lot of things we should thank Camille Rowe for — her Vogue tips on how to achieve the perfect Parisian makeup look, inspiring the fabulous Harry Styles Fine Line album and now releasing a book telling us ALL about her old relationship with the man himself!

Details in the book delve deep into her once what seemed great, but now known doomed relationship with the singer. She mentions details of cheating, jealously and what Harry’s really like in the bed. Thanks Camille — you’ve answered all of our questions. Turns out, Harry is just as packed as we thought he would be!

I couldn’t read it anymore, I felt humiliated and invaded of my privacy. Privacy. The one thing I valued most in my life, the one thing I hold onto like it is the most precious jewel in the world. Privacy — the one thing Camille knew was the most important aspect of my life. I grew up in the spotlight, placed under a huge amount of pressure and scrutiny. I felt as if I was made from a testing tube so specially to fit into a mold of a person I wasn’t.

For so long in my life I had felt as if people knew everything about me, even more than I did — and that’s a harsh feeling. I regained that privacy back after leaving the band and learned how to maintain a healthy balance of showcasing who I was to the world but holding back at the same time. It was what made my albums, my art, so special. Making my songs and putting them out there was my own personal invitation to those who listened, to get a glimpse into my life.

I felt sick and the alcohol in my stomach stirred the more I thought about that damn book.I was getting older, and alcohol didn’t clique with my body the way it used to. I opened my messages up, seeing Camille’s name at almost the top of my list of new messages, probably trying to apologize. What she should have done was ask if I was comfortable with her releasing a book that almost solely focused on our past relationship. A relationship that was well done with for almost 3 years now. For fucks sake, I’d always have love for the lady, but she never knew when she took things too far. I finally felt at peace and fully over her, and here she was ambushing my life and swiping away my beloved privacy.

I swiped left on the unopened messages, deleting them before even reading. I had to focus on the positive, that’s why I was here in the countryside after all. I hadn’t answered my publicist since the damn book came out last week, I didn’t even know where to start or what to stay. I wanted to keep silent, MIA.

Tonight with Colette though, I forgot about it all. She was stunning, there was no denying that. Funny too, and a little shy. She didn’t come off star struck by my presence, she treated me like any bloke off the street. Normal. Dropping her off at her cottage tonight, after spending the past few hours with her bloody gorgeous face, I wanted to snog her face off. Was I getting too old to be acting that way? I didn’t want to scare her off though, and that wasn’t really my style anymore.

Hookups and shit. The amount of one night stands from my days in the band were shameful. Thinking back to having security bring girls we thought were hot to our hotel rooms for a quick fuck, was so common back then, it was insane. It was a part of my life that I felt deep regret for, and sickened me to think about. I was young, horny, and willing to give my body up to any girl. Most of the time, I felt awkward. I’d see a girl at the bar in a fancy hotel we were at, I wouldn’t even say a word to her, 20 minutes later I was back in my room, waiting for my security to drop her off for an hour or so. No phones, sign an NDA, show ID of proof of legal age, be my type and bam, she got to be fucked by Harry Styles.

Things were so much different now, I focused more on making those connections, I found it built more of an attraction. The lead up to the sex or the relationship, was now my favorite thing. After years of getting instant sex, waiting for it had now become the best part.

I shook my head, brushing away these invasive thoughts I wanted to avoid and memories I wanted to forget. Switching off the lamp beside me and placing my phone on charge, I dozed off.

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is0gild · 4 years ago

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 21

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 11,394

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

Cinnamon.

The scent of it.

That was the first thing I became aware of.

It was so… familiar and spicy and warm. The warmth spread into my cheeks and brought a smile to my lips, small and unbidden. Sunlight against my closed eyelids was the second thing I became aware of as it melted away the last dregs of sleepiness from my mind. I'd been dreaming. I wondered what about… must have been something good. I quietly yawned and stretched where I lay flat on my back before, slowly by surely, I opened my eyes.

Then I froze and my heart gave a violent jolt.

That wasn't my ceiling.

This wasn't my bed.

That-

That wasn't my arm draped across my stomach with its hand resting on my hip.

I mean, not unless it had gained some serious muscle mass from pumping the soft serve/milkshake machine at work. And even then, those muscles would have had to of been on some sort of weird time delay for them to just so suddenly and quite literally pop into existence overnight while I'd been asleep. Now granted, I don't know a lot about the way human anatomy works, particularly when it comes to muscles. That said, I think it was a safe bet to say that none of it worked that way.

Oh gosh, and I was just now becoming aware of a second unidentified arm. This one beneath the small of my back. I had to wonder how it'd gotten under me without waking me up. Or maybe… maybe it hadn't so much as gotten under me as I had rolled on top of it? Gah, who knew? And honestly, who really cared? The point wasn't how it got there but just the fact that it was there!

Confusion and panic levels skyrocketing, I tore my eyes away from the mystery arms, resting my head back into the mystery pillow to stare back up at the mystery ceiling. Then I craned my neck to the left to take in the mystery room with all the mystery clothing tossed about everywhere. Then I craned it to the right to-

-to come face to quite literal face with… well, a face.

My hand shot up to clamp over my mouth, silencing the startled gasp trying to escape. Heart slamming against my ribcage now, my wide eyes looked at the face. And I mean, really looked at it now that I was over the initial jumpscare. And I realized…

It was Lea's face.

More precisely, Lea's sleeping face.

Fingers still clutched over my lips, my rapid breathing through my nose gradually began to try and normalize as last night slowly started coming back to me. The dinner with Saïx. My nervous babbling that had led to the impromptu sleepover in Lea's room. The lizard - no, not lizard, salamander - named Bruni. Sitting in Lea's bed with him while we watched movies together. Though it hadn't so much as been watching as more so talking over them. And laughing. Oh yeah, there had been a lot of that, oddly enough. Well, odd for me, anyway. I remembered making it all the way through the first movie and starting the second one, but I couldn't remember finishing it. I guess I must have dozed off somewhere in the middle of it.

Lea too, it seemed. He was now curled up on his side next to me. Both of us were still on top of the comforter and if you hadn't guessed already, those were in fact his arms across my stomach and under my back. Though they certainly hadn't been there before I'd nodded off. Neither had been that leg of his that was currently slung across both mine, which was a thing that was just now coming to my attention. There must have been a remarkable amount of shifting around in our sleep on both our parts last night.

Well, well, Slumbering Lea… we meet again. We really have to stop bumping into each other like this.

But now the real question was… what to do?

Extract myself and make a hasty retreat without waking him, of course! I'd done it once before and, by gum, I could do it again! Sure, last time had been a little easier, since we'd just been sitting on a couch and the whole situation had been a little less… tangled. But so what if this time around was a little more challenging? I like a challenge!

I drew in a long breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it as soundlessly as possible. Okay, let's do this! First order of business? The top arm. Should be simple enough, right? Next would be the leg, which might be a bit trickier, but I'd cross that bridge when I got to it. Debating the best strategy for dealing with the arm for a few seconds, I at last settled on gripping one of his fingers between my index and thumb and gingerly, oh so very gingerly picking it up.

Easy does it now. No rush. Remember, slow and steady wins the race!

I'd only managed to lift his hand a couple inches however when I heard a low noise in his throat. I stiffened, stopping immediately and turning my head to look over at him, fearing I'd disturbed him from his dreams. But no, he seemed to be making the sound in his sleep. Frowning and furrowing his brow too, no less.

Suddenly, his hand broke free of my grasp and latched back onto my hip before both his arms were pulling me to him, hugging tightly around my waist as I was brought chest-to-chest with him. My cheeks burned red hot and I had to swallow my squeak as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, nuzzling his nose in close and inhaling deeply. Then he sighed and his whole body began to relax once more as he released a soft snore.

...jeez, he really was such a clingy sleeper!

Also, this had just made escaping a whole lot harder. What with him more firmly wrapped around me now, I had no clue how I was going to disentangle myself without waking him up.

His hold on me had at least slackened a bit, if only enough for me to ease back slightly. We were still pretty much nose to nose, but I had managed to regain a few bare inches between our bodies before being stopped by his arms still looped around my middle. Pondering how to overcome this new obstacle, I blew a few stray, frazzled bangs out of my face and looked at him again.

I mean, it's not like I had much else to do at the moment. Not while I was so thoroughly and undeniably stuck.

...gosh, he really was pretty, wasn't he? One might even say painfully so. Even with his guyliner all smudged and smeared like that. Even while he was asleep. Or perhaps, even more so while he was asleep. I don't know… maybe it just seemed that way because I could stare at him so openly without fear of being caught and getting flustered over it.

I wish we were real.

Those words suddenly came drifting back to me once more and I had to wonder...would it really have been so bad? If that's what he'd really said and truly meant it? I mean, one would think I should have been happy to hear those words, what with my silly little crush on him. And actually, I think there had been a tiny part of me that hadbeen happy. But it had gotten swiftly smothered and crushed under sheer, blind, uncontrollable panic. After all, there's a big difference between hoping for something and actually getting it. And just because a tiny wish in your heart might have the possibility of coming true, doesn't mean you're actually ready for it to, or… or prepared to open yourself up and deal with being so… so…

...vulnerable...

Not that it mattered, of course. Because that's not what he'd actually meant. He'd told me so himself. Stated it in no uncertain terms.

But… if say, for the sake of argument, he had actually meant it… what was I so afraid of? Really? Lea would never hurt me… right? No, I don't think he could, even if he tried, even if he wanted to. He was too sweet. He was too caring and gentle. He was-

Oh dear god, he was waking up.

Sucking in a breath, I tensed as I saw him start to shift and stir, as his eyelashes gave a little flutter before cracking ever so slightly open.

I, of course, proceeded to do the only logical and rational thing I could do in such a situation.

I screwed my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

Deal with the awkwardness of him knowing I'd been watching him while he slumbered? Uh-uh. Nope. No thank you. But crud, now I was too rigid, my face too scrunched up in my distress. He'd never buy the whole snoozing act, not like this! Come on, Elsa, be more natural! Relax, damn it, relax!

My mouth fell open and my tongue lolled out.

...not that relaxed!

I quickly tucked my tongue back in and cinched my mouth shut, hoping against all hope he hadn't woken up enough to witness that bit of unseemliness. If he had, there was no reaction. None that I could hear anyway. In fact, I wasn't hearing much of anything from him. Nor had his arms so much as even budged one millimeter from my waist. He… had woken up… right? Should I check? No, no, that might give me away. His breathing, at least, no longer sounded like he was asleep. But if that was true, what was he even-

A sudden heavy sigh from him startled me, almost making me jump and blow my cover, but I barely managed to keep it together. Then I felt him removing his hands, taking extra care and caution when easing the one out from underneath me. I dutifully and with great earnest continued to play dead. The bed then shifted and I knew he had stood up. There were a few beats of silence before a soft rustling noise could be heard… the shuffling of clothing, maybe? I wasn't quite sure. Listening to it for a few more seconds, my curiosity got the better of me and I furtively peeked one eye open.

My face erupted into searing, molten heat so fast, you would have mistaken it for the surface of the sun.

For there Lea stood - his back to me in all its leanly muscled glory - in nothing but his boxers.

My eye slammed shut again.

But not before I had a chance to see that said boxers were covered in cute, little cartoon ninjas.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Why was he naked?!

Well, not technically naked, since he still had something on over his-

What the actual frick, was I actually arguing semantics with myself right now?!

...I should look again.

What?! No, I absolutely should not!

I should. Purely for reconnaissance reasons, of course, just to keep tabs on what he's doing.

No. No! I'm putting my foot down on this. What if he's even more naked now?

Why on earth would he be more naked?

I don't friggin' know! But did I really want to risk it?!

I'm gonna look.

Don't you dare.

I'm doing it.

Don't-

I looked.

...oh thank goodness, he was more clothed now. I don't think I'd still be breathing if he hadn't been. He'd put on a tanktop and PJ bottoms and was now ruffling his fingers through his hair as he moved over to crouch next to the terrarium, checking in on Bruni. Curling his finger up and down at the little guy, he then stood to his full height and started to turn in my direction. I squeezed my eyes shut once more. There was a pause before I heard some movement, followed by the sound of the door leading out into the living room opening and then closing as quietly as possible.

A breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding all but exploded out of me as I flopped over onto my back once more. I just concentrated on the messy collage of posters up on the ceiling, waiting for my frantic pulse to settle down and desperately trying to block out any attempts made by my stupid brain to bring up images of a certain redhead down to almost nothing but his birthday suit.

After a minute, I began to hear what sounded like the muffled clang of pots and pans beyond that door he'd disappeared through, most likely coming from the kitchen. Lea was making breakfast. For himself and Saïx. For me too, I suppose, come to think of it.

That's when it clicked. Why he had undressed and changed. We were going to be seen this morning by his roommate and he hadn't wanted to look like he'd slept in his clothes. Not after what had supposedly been a, er, ahem… wild night of passion with his girlfriend. That had actually been some good thinking on Lea's part.

I laid there for a few minutes more, seeing as how there wasn't exactly any rush for me to be up yet. I took the time I needed to make sure I had fully composed myself and was ready to face this day and whatever new challenges it may hold. Or at the very least, whatever new challenges breakfast may hold. Finally, I felt ready enough to sit myself up and get off the bed. I started crossing the room towards the door but only got half way before I heard it.

Voices beyond the door. Two of them. One obviously Lea. The other? Going to go with the obvious choice here and say Saïx.

I immediately froze mid step as I recalled last night. Recalled the last things I'd said and done in front of him before pulling a vanishing act into Lea's room. Oh gosh, how was I ever going to face him after that? I couldn't. Plain and simple. If I went out there, Saïx would merely take one look at me and I'd just shrivel up and die of humiliation right then and there. But what else could I do? I had to leave Lea's room at some point. It's not like I could just hide in here forever!

...hey, now there was an idea. I could just hide in here forever.

Damn it, Elsa, no! Stop being so ridiculous! You're going to woman up and march your little hiney straight out there! Saïx was a nice guy. He wasn't cruel. He probably wouldn't even bring it up, just pretend like it'd never happened. If he could be an adult about it and have some tact, then so could I!

My nostrils flared in determination and I gave my cheeks a couple light slaps before nodding firmly, making my way towards the door again. I reached it. My hand was going for the doorknob. My fingers were closing around it. I was about to turn it. Honestly, I really, truly was! But then I stopped again. This time however, it had nothing to do with Saïx or my anxiety.

No, this time what brought me up short was my reflection staring back at me in the long mirror hanging on the back of the door. More specifically, at what I was wearing. At my penguin-printed stockings, wrinkled now from what was most likely some tossing and turning last night. At my dress, rumpled and creased and looking quite clearly slept in.

Shoot, if Lea had taken care to not make it obvious that actual zilch had happened in his bed last night, I should make the same effort, shouldn't I? But unlike him, I didn't have half my wardrobe just scattered about the room for me to change into. Fudge, what was I even supposed to look like after spending the night with a boyfriend? I had no clue! No personal experience to draw from.

Think, think… okay, how did girls look and dress the morning after in movies and TV shows?

I pursed my lips to one side, turning around so my eyes could scan the bedroom. Then I took a step forward, shifting some of the discarded clothes on the carpet about with my foot. I bent down to pick one up, saw it was pants and shook my head, tossing it aside. Another step, some more sifting. Ah! There! My fingers closed around some fabric and I pulled it free of the others before straightening back up, taking it in both hands and spreading it out to reveal a shirt. A tee-shirt, to be more precise, one that was black and bore a faded, cracked symbol that kind of looked like a wide, fancy, angular V. Beneath it was a washed out image of some sort of red, mechanical-looking lion.

I frowned at the top.

Oh gosh, was I really going to go through with this?

...the answer was yes. Yes, I was.

Locking the bedroom door, I quickly shimmied out of my stockings and tossed them onto the bed. Next went my dress, joining the tights on the mattress. Then I pulled the shirt on over my head, doing my best to ignore his boy scent clinging to it as I shoved my arms through the sleeves and tugged the hem as far down as it would go, which turned out to be about mid-thigh. It fit surprisingly well. Maybe that shouldn't have come as such a surprise - the boy did have a tendency to wear his shirts rather tight.

...not that I noticed such things.

I turned to face my reflection once more, giving myself a quick once over. Yes, I think this would do quite nicely. But then my eyes settled on my braid in the mirror, messy and a bit tangled. Clearly, that wouldn't do. I pulled it free, quickly unraveling it before combing my fingers through my hair a few times and ruffling it about a bit. There. That looked more appropriately bed-tousled now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Bruni out and about in his enclosure, eyeing me from atop one of his rocks. I grinned and asked him softly, "How do I look?"

He licked his eyeball.

I snorted, muttering, "One of these days I'm going to have to figure out what that means. For now, I'll just take it as a compliment." I then looked back down at the doorknob. My hand started reaching for it, but hesitated midway. My fingers clenched into a ball. Then unclenched. I took a tiny, trembling breath against the nervous tightening in my chest.

Alright, Elsa, quick mental checklist. Boyfriend shirt? On. Legs? Bare. Hair? Down. Plan of attack? Locked and loaded. You got this. I gave myself a quick shake, hitched my chin, squared my shoulders and opened the door.

Saïx seated at the dining table was the first thing I saw when I silently padded out. His back was to me as he took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes seemingly glued to his laptop screen, free hand tapping away at the keyboard. There was a warm plate of food on the table between it and him, along with a second full dish laid out before the empty seat to his right.

Lea was in the kitchen, fixing another plate together. He didn't look my way immediately for he seemed too focused on his task, but he must have heard me open the door for he called out a chipper, "Mornin', babycakes! Hope you're hungry! I whipped us up some eggs benny and crispy home fr-"

This was the exact second he turned to look at me, eyes going round.

Which, incidentally, was also the same exact second he dropped the plate he was holding.

"Shit!" he jerked back as it shattered against the linoleum, making food spatter everywhere and me wince. He squatted down and started snatching up the broken shards. However his slack-jawed gaze drifted back up towards me, his hands slowing. Then he flinched and dropped all the jagged pieces, hissing out a soft, "Fuck," as he looked back down at his now bleeding finger.

I rushed forward, passing Saïx (who hadn't even so much as looked up, just remained concentrated on his computer) and stretching my hand out towards Lea, "Here, let me help you with-"

He blanched and yelped, "Don't!" Leaping towards me, he slipped on some Hollandaise but managed to catch himself with a desperate grab for the edge of the countertop before finally reaching me, grabbing my arms and stopping me in my tracks right at the threshold of the kitchen. Then, with face full of stern intensity and utmost seriousness, he told me, "Foot slice, you will!"

I stared blankly back at him.

"Open!" he frantically tacked after a beat.

Oh. Well then, okay, when you put it that way, now it made total sense.

Except for, ya know… not. Not one bit.

He cleared his throat and tried again, "You'll slice your foot open! So don't go in there. Don't even worry about it, 'kay? I'll take care of it." I gave a slow nod and he puffed out a relieved breath. Then he made a pained tch through his teeth, releasing me to stick his still bloody fingertip into his mouth before taking it back out to shoot a tiny scowl at the cut.

Okay, so there had been a minor hiccup. But one shattered plate changed nothing. My plan of attack was still a go.

Ignoring the heat I felt creeping up the back of my neck now, my face hardened with resolve as I told him, "Good morning." Then while he was still distracted by giving his finger the evil eye, I stretched up onto my tiptoes and planted a kiss firmly to his cheek.

That was it. That was my whole plan.

Saïx better be getting a good eyeful, seeing how this bit of theater (complete with costume) was being put on purely for his benefit.

Lea's spine snapped rigid as he locked a wide-eyed stare on me. Strange. Why did he suddenly seem so flushed? Dropping my gaze to his injured finger, I stepped closer to him, taking his hand in mine as I asked, "Are you okay? Let me see."

He opened his mouth and words came out. Or at least, I think they were supposed to be words. However, they sounded more like garbled gibberish. I blinked then looked back up at him, knitting my eyebrows together. He abruptly staggered back a step, yanking his hand free of my grasp so he could cough into his fist and thump it against his chest, croaking out, "Fine." Further coughing and chest thumping, then he repeated with more strength, "Fine. I'm, uh… I'm f-fine… Chair!" I jumped in surprise as he suddenly lunged for a seat, the one across the table from Saïx. Pulling it out, he said, "Please. You. Down. Er… here?"

I frowned uncertainly before sitting in it.

I mean, I think that's what he was asking me to do.

As he pushed it in behind me, I said, "You're certainly very, ah… eloquent this morning."

"Sorry," he chuckled weakly. "Better mouth, I'll make." He tensed, one eye ticking before grounding out slowly, "I'll. Talk. Better." Then he shoved the second plate of food that was already on the table - which I assumed had originally been for him - from its spot in front of the empty chair over towards me before he all but bolted back into the kitchen.

...why did he keep talking like Yoda?

Glancing across the table, I noticed that I didn't seem to be the only one confused. Behind his sleek glasses (that I'd just realized he was wearing now that I could fully see his face) Saïx's dull stare was flicking back and forth between me and Lea, one eyebrow quirked.

I heard Lea grunt out a low "Ow" behind me, followed by the tinkle of what I assumed was more of those plate shards. Seemingly losing interest again, Saïx's eyes returned to his laptop as he called out dryly, "Might I suggest the broom and dustpan?"

There was a long pause. Then a sheepish laugh, "Right. Broom. Smart."

The sound of feet scrambling, followed by a thud, then Lea suddenly appeared over next to the small door leading into the pantry. Retrieving said cleaning implements out of it, he slammed it shut once more before our eyes met and he froze. Then with a dopey, lopsided grin, he clicked his tongue and shot me a finger gun, nearly dropping the broom with the action. He fumbled to catch it, winced, then darted back around the corner, disappearing into the kitchen once more.

...he was acting so weird.

Sighing, I took my fork up in hand and started picking at my food, eating a few of the fried potatoes. I could hear Lea sweeping back there, intermixed with what also sounded like him throwing together another plate of food for himself. After a few more minutes, he reappeared at the pantry to shove both items back in, the broom handle popping back out to smack him in the face before he managed to slam the door shut with a tiny growl. Then he looped back around through the kitchen, coming out the other side with his fresh dish in hand and taking a seat between me and Saïx. As his plate clattered unceremoniously onto the table, I noticed his eggs Benedict looked a lot more sloppily thrown together than my own.

He looked at me. Then down at his breakfast. Then back at me, this time with another grin and an oddly hoarse, "Hi."

"...hi?" I smiled back hesitantly.

His lips parted, then clicked shut again. Then parted once more, taking in a breath like he was actually going to say something this time. But nope, false alarm. He hastily looked away and plonked his elbow on the table, propping the front of his chin against his palm, teeth gnawing on the side of his hand as his knee started jiggling up and down. His eyes kept flicking about, one second staring straight ahead, the next at me out of his peripheral. Then back and forth again. And yet again. That redness started creeping into his face once more.

I elected to fixate on my food, cutting into my poached egg and slipping a bite into my mouth. I didn't know what else to do, really. What to say. There was something… heavy in the air, though I didn't know quite what exactly. Whatever it was, it made finding words difficult, even for small talk. If Saïx noticed the odd tension, he gave no outward sign as he continued to type away at the keys. Several minutes ticked by where that tip-tapping from the laptop was all that could be heard.

Suddenly I felt tiny pleasant tingles trailing through my scalp. With a start, I looked up to discover Lea watching me through half-lidded eyes as he gently tucked my pale bangs behind my ear. His fingers went on from there to tangle themselves in my hair and lightly run through the length of it, all the way down to the bottom, eliciting a little shiver from me. Then our eyes met, he blinked, gaze widening and snatching his hand back. His fingers splayed and flexed before curling into a fist that he shoved between his knees as he let out a gruff, "Sorry."

Face hot, I averted my eyes. "What for? You have no reason to be."

He was just doing his part as my rent-a-boyfriend, after all.

"Right. Sorry… about the, uh… the…" he cleared his throat, "...about the first sorry."

And once again, Saïx's typing took over in dominating the table conversation.

I put my fork down to tug at the hem of my borrowed shirt. I should have found a longer one. I hadn't taken into account the fact that it'd ride up a bit while I was sitting. Unfortunately, pulling at it seemed to be doing little good.

Making a small noise in his throat, Lea stared hard up at the ceiling, knee frantically bouncing once more.

"Did you say something?" I asked him as I retrieved my fork.

"What? No. Me? No. Mm-mm," he shook his head rapidly. Then he inhaled sharply through his nose and held it, unblinking eyes staring off into space for a few seconds before releasing the breath noisily. "Actually! Saïx! Brother! Bro! Brometheus! Bromie G-Funk! C-3PBro! My one and bronly! How'd, um… how'd work go last night?"

Saïx's fingers stilled and he glanced towards Lea, frowning at him over the rim of his glasses. "...you already asked me that while you were cooking earlier."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Right." Saïx resumed clacking away. He couldn't have gotten more than a few words written however before Lea spoke up once more, "What was the answer again?"

Twitching, Saïx came to another stop. "It went fine," he enunciated, tone flat and even.

"That's right, I remember now," Lea nodded slowly. "Heh… riveting."

Saïx went back to ignoring him.

With only a few bites left on my dish at this point, I glanced over at Lea's and realized he'd hardly touched his. "You haven't eaten much."

"Huh?" He glanced my way, crimson flooding back into his cheeks. Then down at his breakfast, both eyebrows raised as if he wasn't exactly sure what it was he was looking at now. "I…? Oh! Silly me. Forgot. Must be distracted by all this… lively discourse!" Seizing his fork, he scooped it through some potatoes, brought it up to his mouth and bit down.

Straight into the metal fork handle.

For you see, he'd picked it up the wrong way.

"Been using forks long?" Saïx deadpanned, not looking up from his laptop screen.

Lea's eyelids drooped as he flipped him the bird. And there his knee went again, jounce, jounce, jouncing away at a mile a minute as he tossed the silverware back down onto the table. "You know what? Don't think I'm all that hungry after all."

I tipped my head to one side, squinting at him. What was with him today? First with fumbling things - the plate, the broom - and just his unusual amounts of clumsiness in general. Then of course there'd been his jumbled and incoherent talking. Now the mixup with the fork and he had no appetite? Not to mention he was still really red. Like, super red. It was almost as if he were-

Wait… could it be…? Was he…?

Of course! That must be it! Oh gosh, it was so obvious now! Why hadn't I realized it sooner?

"Are you sick?" I leaned towards him, pressing the backs of my curled fingers to his forehead. He stiffened under my touch, going stock still. I frowned, "You're a little warm. You might have a fever." I trailed my knuckles down to his cheek, checking to see if the temperature was consistent throughout his face.

"Fine!" he snagged my wrist and abruptly stood, knee whacking the underside of the table as he did so, causing all the plates to give a violent rattle. "I'm… I feel fine! Just…" he hastily dropped my wrist, his hand going to drag along the nape of his neck, "...it's just it's... way too hot in this place! Yeah! I'm gonna go open up a window, get some fresh air in here!" He practically blurred into the kitchen, throwing the one just over the sink wide open with a loud bang before rushing back into his seat, nearly toppling it and him over with his momentum.

"Ah, much better, don'tcha think?" he beamed. Then without waiting for an answer, he started shoveling food into his mouth like a man starved - thankfully with the correct end of the fork this time. He only stopped when he realized we were both staring at him. He swallowed his current mouthful and gave a small laugh, "Er… turns out there was a bit of a rumbly in my tumbly after all?"

...if this was him trying to convince us he wasn't suffering from some sort of bug, he was failing. Miserably.

With a drawn-out sigh through his nose, Saïx slowly began to rise from his own chair. As he picked up his own plate, I was a little surprised to see he had already finished every last morsel on it. I hadn't noticed him eating at all. I hadn't even thought his fingers had ever left his keyboard this whole time.

As he walked past us towards the kitchen, I finished the last bite on my plate before standing as well. Lea glanced my way out of the corner of his eye while chewing, so I took the opportunity to smile softly at him and place my hand on his shoulder. The muscle twitch beneath my fingertips and his jaw stilled as I told him quietly, "Thank you. It was delicious."

Then I took my plate and turned to follow Saïx into the kitchen. As I walked, I could feel this tiny itch in the center of my back right between my shoulderblades. I think Lea's gaze was still on me. Shrugging it off, I came to a stop next to Saïx as he ran the faucet over his dish and squirted some soap into a sponge. I got in line to wash my own plate, setting it down on the countertop beside the sink while I waited.

Saïx gave me a quick look and we exchanged smiles. The tiny, awkward smiles of two antisocial shut-ins. Oddly enough, I felt comfortable in our mutual introversion. I hadn't even thought once about the way I'd embarrassed myself last night in front of him. Though, I guess that could just be because I'd been too distracted by Lea's weirdness all morning. Regardless, Saïx and I then settled into a companionable silence as he set to work.

And still that itch along my spine remained.

A breeze drifted in through the window over the sink, brushing along my skin and toying with strands of my hair. I gave a low hum at how nice it felt and I reached back to gather my locks together, sweeping them forward over one shoulder where I idly began to finger-comb them.

The scraping of Lea's chair along the floor was the only warning I had, one that I paid little mind to.

The next I knew, his arms were slipping around my waist to hug me from behind and his lips were pressing a soft, tender kiss to the side of my neck. Shockwaves of icy heat cascaded out from that one small point to ripple throughout the rest of my body.

I was forgetting to do something. I think it was important. Possibly even life sustaining and-

Ah. Breathing. That was it.

Lea lingered for a few seconds more, his breath warming the now hypersensitive skin there and I had to suppress a small quiver. The tip of his nose brushed along my jawline as he then brought his lips up to my ear, whispering silkily, "For appearances." Aka, for Saïx, standing not two feet away from us. Lea planted one more swift peck to my temple before withdrawing his arms and pulling away.

Oh gosh, he'd been right. It was really so very hot in here, wasn't it? Sweltering, in fact. Were there more windows we could open? I think I was on the verge of melting here.

I slowly brought a hand up to cover the spot where it still tingled from his lips, casting a brief glance back over my shoulder. Lea had settled himself against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen, his fingers drumming along its edge, his head bowed and eyes darting about, landing on anything and everything but me. I looked forward once more, biting down into my lower lip and rubbing the back of my leg with my other foot. The skin under my palm felt like it was searing and I could swear he'd left a scorch mark there. I didn't know what to do with this. How to react. I mean, it was okay… right? I had given him permission after all to kiss any bare skin with the only thing off limits being directly on the mouth. He'd just never kissed… there before. No one had. I hadn't expected it to be so, er… intimate.

With a start, I realized Saïx was studying me, expression unreadable. To be fair, that's how his face usually was. Still, I suddenly felt self-conscious and I had to resist the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. He looked away, sticking his dish on the drying rack and reaching for mine, muttering, "I'll take care of it."

I frowned, "But-"

"Wouldn't want another broken plate," he said simply as he put it under the flow of steaming water. I furrowed my brow at the statement and he closed his eyes. "You look like you might be catching the same illness Lea has."

Blast it all, I needed to figure out how to get this whole stupid blushing issue of mine under control! It used to not be such a problem. I never used to blush at all, not until Lea waltzed into my life.

The big, dumb, beautiful jerk.

"...thank you," I murmured, referring to my dish with a nod, unable to come up with anything better to say. Perhaps now would just be a good time to escape. I turned to go only to end up stumbling back into the counter, biting back a yelp.

For I hadn't expected Lea to suddenly be standing right there, smack dab in front of me all super close now. His hand was raised, frozen midway to my face. He looked guilty, like a kid who'd been caught reaching into the cookie jar. His wide eyes darted from me to his hand and back again. Then he muttered under his breath, "Welp. This is happening."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Wha-?"

That one syllable was all I got out before he'd suddenly hoisted me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. My fingers scrabbled and clutched at the back of his tanktop, trying to find purchase so I could prop myself up.

Just what the heck was he doing now?!

He erupted into booming laughter and slapped Saïx on the shoulder. "Well, my dude, got another hour to kill before my class starts, so I think the lil lady and I are gonna head back to my room for round two!" My head shot up, face roasting. Excuse me? "Or is it round eight? Round nine? Bah, I've lost track since last night!" Well that was certainly a bold claim there, stud. "That's right, a lil more of the ol' forbidden polka, if ya know what I mean." Even that oven mitt over there knew what you meant. Seriously, you can stop now. "Boinking! That's what I mean!" And yet, he was still going. "Ya know, really rattle the ol' headboard! Except, ah, heh… no headboard. But still-" I kneed him in the gut, forcing a grunt out of him. I think he got the hint. "Right! Anyway! I know you're heading to bed now, so we'll try to keep the roughhousing to a minimum! No promises though! Sleep tight, man!"

Thankfully, mercifully, he spun us around then so he could carry me off to his room. That brought me face-to-face with Saïx as Lea jogged off. The man's expression was as indecipherable as ever as he watched us go, but if I had to take a guess, I'd say he looked just about as bewildered as I felt. That was the last thing I saw before Lea crossed the threshold and kicked his door shut behind him.

My back was suddenly hitting the mattress as he dropped me into his bed. I sat up quickly, bracing myself on one hand as I tucked my legs in beside me and yanked down the hem of my shirt. Then I looked up at Lea and my whole body tensed.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, so very still and just… staring at me. His face was a mask, giving nothing away. But his eyes… now those were a different story. They were so intense, so dark and… swirling with something I couldn't quite put a name to. It was sucking all the oxygen out of the room. It made my fingers unconsciously grip at the comforter more tightly. Made my pulse race and the spot on my neck where his lips had been prickle slightly.

Neither of us moved or spoke for several seconds. Several… very long seconds. When I did finally manage to find my voice, it was small and uncertain as I asked, "...Lea?"

He blinked at the sound of his name. Once, twice, then slowly gave his head a small shake, like he was coming out of some sort of trance. He grimaced, bringing one hand up to cover his face but not before I spotted some of that redness creeping back into it. He groaned, dragging his palm down to just over his mouth instead, eyes narrowed on the floor as he grumbled, "Sorry, I'm… I was just… ah, nevermind."

He turned away, dragging his feet towards the bathroom door and stretching one arm over his head as he went. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. I take 'em long, so you should have more than enough time to change, but I'll knock before coming back in justa be on the safe side. Saïx's probably back in his own room already, so you can wait out there if ya want. Or in here. Wherever. Then I can drop ya off any place you want on my way to class, 'kay?"

It took him glancing back my way from beyond the door frame for me to realize he was actually waiting for some sort of reply. "...okay," was the best I could come up with, still in the same tone I'd said his name. He gave a tired-looking smile and a small nod before closing the door. It wasn't until I heard the shower running that all that tension coiling inside of me at last dispersed and my whole body slumped.

Something strange had just happened. I didn't know what. All I knew was I felt relief now that it was over. But also… oddly enough, a bit… disappointed?

Shaking the feeling away, I scooched myself off the bed and quickly changed back into my own clothes, leaving his shirt on the mattress. Then I slipped into my ankle boots, zipping them up before pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail. Not forgetting the Twilight University course catalog, I grabbed it off the nightstand, my fingers fiddling with one of its corners as I glanced about the room.

It was actually feeling a bit claustrophobic in here, so maybe waiting out in the living room would be for the best. Or better yet, out on the sidewalk where I could get some fresh air. Yeah, that sounded like just what I needed right now. Giving Bruni a tiny wave with one finger, I moved to the door and quietly opened it a crack to peek out.

I could make out the dining table, where the only thing left on it was Lea's half eaten breakfast - Saïx had probably felt zero obligation to clean up after his brother. His laptop was gone so it looked like he had indeed retreated to his own bedroom. I quietly slipped out, softly shutting the door behind me before leaning back against it, closing my eyes and heaving a low sigh through my nose.

"You two aren't really dating."

Those five little words made me jolt and nearly topple over, but I steadied myself against the door. My breathing shallow, I glanced to the left to discover Saïx standing in his own doorway, arms crossed and shoulder propped against the frame. His eyes were pinning me with a flat look, his lips settled into an almost imperceptible frown.

I paled, both eyebrows shooting up my forehead as I stammered, "I… We… That is… How did you-"

"Don't worry," he harrumphed, turning his head to one side. "Your secret is safe with my indifference."

...well that was good

At least, I think it was.

I tucked in my bottom lip, eyes shifting about for a few seconds. "...what... gave it away?"

"I wish we were real," he recited Lea's words blandly, the same ones that had been haunting me since last night. So Saïx had overheard that after all. "There were other things after that. Things I might have overlooked otherwise despite the fact that Lea can be painfully transparent sometimes."

My head tilted to the left. "What do you mean?"

He held my gaze for a long moment. Then his eyes closed and he gave a soft, almost amused hmph. "That would be telling. Regardless, it'd probably be for the best if you kept him away from alcohol for the remainder of your little charade, however long that may be." He turned his back to me, reaching for his door but then stopped. "And please… try to be careful with my brother. I'd rather not see him get hurt."

"...hurt?" I blinked. "What-"

But he simply closed his door, leaving me to wonder at his cryptic words.

"Actually, could you please drop me off at the mall instead?"

Lea glanced my way, tipping his head forward so he could look at me over his aviators. Then he smirked, pushing the sunglasses back up with his middle finger as his eyes returned to the road and he flicked off his turn signal. "Good for you," he said as we sped past my apartment complex.

I shrugged, twisting a tendril of my ponytail between my fingers. "I'm just going to talk to them. It's no big deal."

"Sure that's all it is," he nodded solemnly, still grinning. He was back to his usual self again. Not a trace left of that weirdness from earlier this morning. Guess that shower he took really did the trick. "You're gonna love Sally and Jack. They're quite the characters… bit oddball, but some of the nicest, friendliest people you'll ever meet. And I'm calling it now: they're gonna adore you. I wouldn't be surprised if they offered you the lead in their musical after only talking to ya for five minutes."

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, "That's not how it works."

"You're right. I'm selling you short." Out popped that dimpled of his, "Make that three minutes."

"Shush," I shoved his shoulder and he chuckled as he turned the car into the Dusk Town Center parking lot.

"Alright, alright, I'll shush up about it," he mimed zipping his lips. "You know where Halloween Town is in there, right? Remember how to get to Blitzball Sports from the food court? It's not too far past that, just keep an eye out for the swirling dark vortex of spook and nightmare, ya can't miss it."

"Sounds like I'm in for a treat," I gave a small smile.

"Something like that," he snerked as he pulled up to the curb in front of the mall entrance, the flow of shoppers coming and going around us thick at the moment. Lea reached across me to open my car door and I was mildly irked at the tiny flutter my heart gave in response to his sudden nearness. He didn't pull back right away, instead raising his sunglasses to sit atop his hair as he looked over at me, his eyes crinkling. Then his hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me close so he could plant a light kiss to my forehead. "Have fun, meu chuchuzinho," he beamed, his fingers mussing up my bangs.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Portuguese," he chirped, answering my unvoiced question, "for my lil squash!"

Not even gracing that with a reply, I just heaved a sigh, unbuckled my seatbelt, smoothed my hair and got out of the car.

He called out after me, "We'll say that one's a maybe! And oh! Almost forgot. If you run into Vanibutt at Halloween Town, don't take anything that lil punkass says too seriously. He's like that 'round all girls. My guess? His mom didn't give him enough hugs as a kid. Just call him Beetlejuice, got it? He likes it."

My eyelids drooped. "Somehow I highly doubt that," I said, closing the car door before he could make any further wisecracks.

He just winked and made heart hands at me through the window before driving away. I shook my head as I watched him go, face warming as my fingertips brushed over my forehead at the same spot where his lips had just been.

I hadn't mentioned anything to him about what Saïx had said to me. About the fact that he'd figured out our little secret. Somehow, I'd got the impression from Saïx that our little talk was supposed to stay just between us. I guess it really wouldn't have made a difference if Lea knew one way or another. Still, it felt weird not telling him. Maybe Saïx would tell Lea himself in his own time. Puffing out a breath, I waited until I could no longer see his car before I turned and passed through those double doors leading into the food court.

It didn't take me long to find my way back to Blitzball Sports. Business was slow in there at the moment and I could see inside where two employees were bouncing a ball back and forth between them. They honestly looked like a couple of beach bums, the shorter one with shaggy, sandy hair and the other with a 'do done up into a large, orange coif. Next door at the Glass Slipper, I could see the shoe clerk there - a blonde girl in her teens - being run ragged by a particularly nasty looking customer and her two bratty daughters. Ah, the joys and glamor of customer service. Silently sending my sympathy to the poor salesperson, I pushed onward.

Hm, let's see here… Hair, Here, Everywhere? No, that was a hair and beauty salon. Looking past the Flower Gleam And Glow poster on the window boasting a new anti-aging cream, I spotted one of the stylists - an energetic young woman whose employment in a barber shop seemed rather ironic. Her long flaxen hair down to her ankles had probably never known the firm snip of a pair of scissors.

Next to that, we had… what did that old, broken, retro sign even say? Space Paranoids? Yeesh, it was certainly gaudy with all those light-up neon tubes decorating its walls, wasn't it? Oh gosh, I think it was a laser tag place. I didn't even know those still existed nowadays.

Then there was the little kiosk in the middle of the walkway, dubbed The Key Graveyard. Some sort of key copy booth, I think. I edged my way around it, giving it a wide berth. The bald, old man working it had creepy eyes that gave me the willies.

Oh, now there was a store name I recognized: The Crayon Box. And what luck, Naminé was even behind the counter there at the moment. She caught my eye with a sweet smile and a wave. I returned it before moving on, looking to my left. Across the way from the little art supply store was…

Ah-ha! Halloween Town! Lea's words hadn't done it justice. The whole store front was decorated with gothic tombstones, synthetic yet sinister jack-o-lanterns, and eerie silhouette cutouts of shadow faces. The doorway was even fashioned with a large wrought iron gate to give one the impression of walking into a decrepit old cemetery.

I hesitated at the entrance, gnawing on my lower lip. It wasn't the ghoulish ambiance that was giving me pause however. Instead it was a familiar, chilling doubt creeping its way up inside my chest.

What was I even doing here? Did I really think I could talk? To strangers? About singing? In a musical, no less? A musical, for crying out loud! Did I not know myself but at all? What was I thinking? If I was struggling to even go inside right now to merely introduce myself to a couple new people, what made me think I could ever possibly stand on a stage to perform in front of a whole auditorium?

...then again… musicals were a little different, weren't they? Musicals had scripts. Scripts made things so much easier. Scripts made it so you knew exactly what to expect. No surprises, no uncertainty, all you had to do was stick to the script. Scripts were comfortable. Life would be so much simpler if it were like a musical, one where I had a script to follow. Musicals were just so… nice. Full of songs and dancing. You'd forget the audience was even there and all you were left with was pure joy. I remembered how they made me feel as a child. Like I finally had somewhere I truly belonged. Being a part of them was the last time I remembered feeling like I had been sincerely, genuinely happy. I… think I might like it… if maybe I could recapture some of that old feeling. Even just a little bit of it.

My hands clenched at my sides and my nostrils flared.

I could do this. I could walk inside, meet these individuals and ask some questions. Just a few measly questions. It didn't even have to go beyond that. I could change my mind at any time if I wanted to. This was nothing. Just one small step, that's all.

With a reassuring nod to myself, I marched inside.

The place looked like the Dark Prince Dracula himself had exploded in here. Just the whole doom and gloom aesthetic covering every inch from floor to ceiling. The store practically overflowed with its goth merch, making the walkways cramped as I tried to navigate through it all, looking for a Jack, a Sally, or someone who could point me to either of them. Unfortunately, I wasn't having any luck beyond running into a handful of shoppers perusing the goods. They gave me blank stares as I passed them. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb here.

Perhaps I was going about this all wrong. Maybe instead of me looking for an employee, I should just stop and let an employee find me. That did tend to be a part of the whole working retail shtick, after all.

As I came to a halt and waited for someone to (hopefully) ask me if I needed help finding anything, I glanced around. I had parked myself in front of one of the stores more, shall we say... unique items for sale. A very large, very regal, very frightful looking high-backed prop chair embellished in plastic skeletons and glowing jack-o-lanterns. I squinted at the little plaque next to it on the black wall, declaring it to be the throne of the Pumpkin King. Jeez, it was expensive too. Who would even pay that much for such a monstrosity?

"You lost, little girl?"

I gasped, jumping at the sudden voice. Wait… I recognized that voice. Had heard it not too long ago. But had it really come from where it sounded like it had? Wrinkling my brow, I looked up.

There, sitting atop the high backrest of the throne with an elbow propped on one knee and chin in his palm, was none other than Vanitas. He smirked down at me from his perch, gold eyes flickering bright in this otherwise dark place. There was something moving, cozying itself up around his shoulders… some sort of critter, I suspected, but it was hard to tell from down here.

Well, I'd been hoping someone who worked here would find me. I guess this was the very definition of be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.

I took a step backwards, fidgeting with my fingers. "Um… Excuse me, but could you help me find-"

"Sorry," he grumbled in a tone that was anything but apologetic as he hopped down to land in front of me, pointing a finger at his now apathetic expression, "but does this look like the face of someone who gives two fucks what you want?"

I grimaced, moving another step back. His gaze was making me anxious and I was unable to hold it, instead opting to shift my eyes over to the creature on his shoulder. Now that it was closer, I could see it was a hairless sphynx cat, black with red eyes. Did its collar say… Flood? What a strange thing to name a pet. I must not have been reading it right. Licking my dry lips, I muttered, "Well, I… suppose I'll just go find someone else th-"

"What was your name again?" Vanitas interrupted me, eyes narrowing as he got in my face now. It seemed he had absolutely zero awareness of personal boundaries. He started to slowly circle me, eyeing me up and down, "...Emma? Ilsa?"

"Elsa," I corrected with a tiny scowl, back stiff as I felt a chill creep up it while he passed behind me. This guy was getting on my nerves. Before I could stop myself, I snapped, "And yours was what? Beetlejuice?"

...can't believe you actually went there, mouth. That was childish. Lea was a bad influence.

"Cute. Bet your boyfriend told you to say that," he snerked, finishing his tiny lap around me and coming to a stop, bringing us face-to-face once more. His cat was making a low growling noise as it watched me and Vanitas brought up his fingers to scratch behind one of its large, jagged ears. "Still, it took balls to actually say it. Looks like you got some bite beneath your chilly exterior, eh Frosty?"

My scowl deepened and I backed up another step, my spine coming into contact with the end of a wide shelf. I hoped he couldn't hear the small tremor in my voice as I shot back, "And looks like you have a bad memory beneath your boorish exterior. I just told you what my name is and it isn't Frosty."

Elsa, Queen of the Death Wish.

Seriously, why was I antagonizing this guy? This was a bad idea. I knew that and yet I couldn't seem to help myself. He was making me antsy. My heartbeat hammered and my hands were clammy. I felt a bit like a cornered animal, lashing out in a futile attempt to keep a larger predator at bay.

His lips curled wolfishly. At least he seemed to find me amusing. Although, I wasn't quite sure if that was really a good thing. "You know, I'm starting to see why Red has his panties all in a twist over you." His cat leapt down to the floor and started weaving itself between my ankles. Doing my best not to trip over it, I tried to sidestep so I could regain some distance and possibly even altogether escape but Vanitas's hand shot out, palm slamming against the shelf behind me, his arm now blocking my path.

"Yeah," he continued, rubbing a curled finger to his chin as his unsettling grin grew toothier, "you got sorta this whole pure, innocent Catholic schoolgirl vibe going on that really makes a guy want to corrupt the fuck outta you. Tell ya what, Frosty," he leaned in closer and my jaw clenched as he clacked his silver tongue stud against his teeth, "if you ever get bored of that loser, gimme a call. I'll show you a real good t-"

"Bad Vani!" Suddenly the boy was getting spritzed in the side of the face with some kind of liquid and he jerked back, stumbling away from me. A young woman stepped forward, glowering at him as she sprayed him a couple more times with the water bottle she was holding. "Stop scaring the customers!"

"God fucking damnit, woman!" he snarled back, angrily scrubbing his sleeve along his damp cheek. "You can't do that to me! I am darkness! I am fear! I am-"

Eyelids drooping, she squirted his face with more water. He spat out a long string of curse words before flipping her off and running away, his cat hissing and scampering after him.

Sighing and shaking her head, she then turned to me with a small smile, "Sorry about him. We keep him around because he's really good with the regulars, but he does seem to take perverse pleasure in spooking any newcomers, or 'fresh meat,'" her fingers bounced in air quotes, "as he likes to call them. He shouldn't bother you again however. In any case, I'm Sally, how can I help you?"

Ah, so this was Sally. Thank goodness she didn't seem anything like her coworker. She was pretty, if somewhat distressingly pale. And that was coming from me, so that was saying something. Why, standing next to her, I practically looked tan. Her long red hair came down to her waist and peeking out from the neckline of her colorful, eccentric patchwork dress was a neck tattoo that looked like a line of crisscross stitches wrapping all the way around.

"Oh, er… hello…" my hands folded over one another against my stomach. Then fell awkwardly to my sides. Then, after some hesitation, I stretched one out for a handshake, "My name is Elsa. I…" my mind drew a total blank and my anxiety spiked. Grasping at straws, I blurted out the first thing I could remember, "Lea sent me."

Wow, that sounded so cloak-and-dagger.

Sally accepted my hand, her smile growing warmer. "Oh, so you're the one he's been talking our ears off about. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She twisted around slightly, calling back over her shoulder, "Jack? Elsa's here. You remember… Lea's girlfriend?"

A few seconds later a man emerged from between the racks of black leather apparel and spiked accessories. Jeez, he was tall. At least as tall as Lea if not having him beat by a couple inches. The big difference here however was Lea at least had some meat on his bones, where as this guy was more just skin and bones. A walking stick. I'd give him this however, he was quite the dapper dresser in his black suit with a bit of goth flair to it. His short, poofy hair was a stark white and he struck me with a huge, face-splitting grin that would have given Sora a run for his munny.

"Ah yes! The one interested in trying out for our new production! Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" He grabbed my hand with both of his, giving it a couple shakes that rocked my whole body. "Wow, just look at you! The hair, those eyes, that complexion! You would make an absolutely stunning Glinda!"

Placing gentle fingers on his arm, Sally said, "Slow down, Jack. Remember what Lea said?"

"Right! Sorry, I have a bad habit of getting ahead of myself in my enthusiasm," he laughed, long thin fingers scratching at his cheek. "You've been out of the musical game for a while now, isn't that right?"

Sweeping my ponytail forward to run my hands down it, I nodded. "Yes… yes, it's been a few years. Not since I was a child, in fact, so I'm a bit rusty." My face pinched and I looked down, "Well... more like a lot rusty."

"That's okay!" he brushed off, his hand batting the air. "We welcome everyone, especially beginners! We just love introducing people to the wonderful world of theater! To the magic! The drama!" he boomed the last word, curling his fingers skyward before him theatrically.

"Tone it back a bit, dear," Sally affectionately stroked his cheek before turning her gaze back on me. "Jack's an actor, if you couldn't tell, though he does dabble in directing from time to time too. I'm more behind the scenes. I like to help with the costuming and techie work."

My head tipped to one side, recalling Jack had said something about Glinda. "Is your upcoming show going to be The Wizard of Oz?"

"Wicked, actually," he corrected before bringing his hands together with a clap. "And in fact, we're holding auditions tomorrow starting at 5 PM over at the Sunset Hill Auditorium! You should swing by and try out. It'd be good to get some new blood in there!"

"What?" I blinked, before quickly shaking my head and holding up a hand with a feeble chuckle, "Oh no. No, I don't think so. I was just curious to learn more about your group, but I don't think I'm ready for… well, for anything like that."

"Still, you should absolutely stop in and check us out. You can just observe if you want. May I borrow your phone?" Sally asked. I chewed my bottom lip before digging it out and letting her take it from me. She tapped in something real quick then handed it back. "There. You have the address now and you're welcome to come by, even if it's just to hang out. We're a real open and friendly lot. Just a bunch of overgrown theater kids, really."

"Thanks," I murmured, staring down at the location she'd entered into my phone for a second before pocketing it once more. Then I pursed my lips to one side, averting my gaze to appear more interested than I actually was in the vampire fangs hanging in the display to my right. "...so what exactly would one need to do to prepare for an audition? Just for curiosity's sake," I tacked on the last part quickly, faintly blushing.

It was just an innocent question. Not like I was actually going to do it.

Sally grinned softly. "For singing parts in musicals, we require those trying out to perform two songs. One from the show itself, the other can be anything of the auditionee's choosing. I entered my number into your phone as well in case you had any further questions, so just shoot me a message and I can text back the selection from Wicked that you'll have to pick from. For that, you just have to bring your voice. For your personal preference song however, you'll need to be ready with some sheet music for our pianist to play from."

Seemed simple enough.

…not that I was going to do it, of course. Certainly not. Nope.

"Sally, you almost forgot the most important part," Jack tsked teasingly before ducking his head down to my level and striking up a finger. "You must also be prepared… to have fun!" he declared happily, throwing up a pair of jazz hands.

A crease formed between my eyebrows. "I'll… try to remember that. Thanks." I felt an upward tug at one corner of my lips despite myself.

I thanked them for their time and we said our goodbyes. Luckily, I had no further run-ins with the local wildlife (aka Vanitas) on my way out. As I trekked my way homeward, I felt a bit of a pleasant electricity buzzing in my chest. I think I may have actually been a smidge excited. Of course, it was only over the idea of going and watching other people audition tomorrow. Of living vicariously through them. I surely wasn't going to try out myself. Who me? No, don't be silly, definitely not. And I certainly wasn't currently dusting off my mental playlist of the soundtrack for Wicked, nor already sorting through a few potential songs I might sing as my free choice. No, absolutely not.

Those were the furthest things from my mind.

The.

Absolute.

Furthest.

Author's Note: Lea-dot-exe has encountered a critical error and has crashed xD Gosh it's simply staggering the amount of mental acrobatics Elsa goes through to just simply NOT GET what has him so tongue-tied and flustered. Being really bad at reading social cues has basically become her super power at this point. Well, that and her super human ability to babble under extreme pressure. Also, more plot creeping back in as Elsa potentially begins to pursue the whole community theater angle! I was just happy I got an excuse to write Jack and Sally into this, they're a couple of my faves! Also happy I got an excuse to have someone spritz Vanitas in his punkass edgelord face with a water bottle haha! Fun Fact: These musical tryouts are based on how musical auditions used to be held at my high school. I'm not sure if any other theaters (professional, community, or otherwise) hold tryouts like that, but from what the internet tells me, every theater is different, especially when it comes to community theater, so I figured sure, why not, let's just go with what I know!

Next chapter, will Elsa be ready in time for tryouts? Will she actually go? Will she actually audition?! Who else might be there to try out as well? Is Lea actually onto something, have we been using forks BACKWARDS this whole time? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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Disorientation

(Credit to Void!Al goes to @daydream-squad !)

(Previous Chapter: Rude Awakening)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

TW: Referenced death, Cursing, implied starvation

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“Oh my gosh, this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen Mr. Alastor do! I just wanna hop in there and hug him until-”

“Shh, Niff, you don’t wanna wake ‘em up,” A gruff voice interrupted the overeager chirping coming from the little maid. There was a sloshing sound that Alastor could place as a bottle of alcohol even in his half-awake state, and his brows furrowed in confusion. What were Husk and Niffty doing in his room?

....What was he doing in his room?

Even with the lingering confusion, the deer was currently swaddled in warmth and didn’t plan on moving as he snuggled closer to his heat source. Something fluffy was tickling his nose and he scrunched it up as the smell of strawberries of all things assaulted his senses. Cracking an eye open, white fur overtook most of his vision. Hm. His source of warmth also appeared to be breathing steadily beneath him.

“Oh shit, he’s processing,” Husk commented helpfully.

Processing...Oh. Oh. Propping himself up, eyes blown comically wide, the deer realized he was staring at Angel Dust’s sleeping face. Because Alastor was laying on top of him. The spider’s arms were still wrapped around his back, unconsciously trying to pull him back down to cuddle.

There was a second where the deer froze, a screech of feedback escaping, before he jerked away, kicking out and knocking the porn-star unceremoniously to the floor with a thud.

“Ow- Shit! What the hell-” Angel’s head popped back up, a hand pressed to his aching forehead while his eyes refocused. He was about to comment on Husk’s snort of amusement before Alastor caught his attention again. The deer was frozen stiff, arms hugging his chest, and expression a mix of mortified and confused. Angel was quick to remember the events prior to this morning and splay out his hands in a placating manner as he slowly stood.

“Okay, look, nothing happened! I was kinda worried about ya freakin’ out about this, but- we were just cuddling, I promise!” Alastor’s eyes flicked across the spider's face. “Al, I wouldn’t do anything without consent, you know that. I wouldn’t take advantage of you. You were just panicking last night and didn’t want to be left alone, remember?”

Now that he mentioned it...Last night was rather blurry, but Alastor did recall a humiliating amount of...clinging and...panicking. And now Angel was giving him a patient, mildly hurt, look that made him feel all the worse for jumping to conclusions. Dropping his hands into his lap, the tension seeped out of the deer as fast as it’d come.

“I...My apologies, Angel dear! I had a lapse in judgement, and it won’t happen again!” Did his voice sound energetic enough? Alastor was doing his best to project, but Husk was giving him a strange look that the deer couldn’t place. Oh well. He focused his attention back on the spider. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to kick-” A loud rumble cut in, startling Alastor as he turned claws on his stomach at the oh-so-familiar pain. His eyes went a bit wider. Oh no, what happened with Charlie would not be allowed to happen again!

Husk and Niffty threw a look at each other before the little maid darted to the nightstand, then to the bed, all but flinging herself into the deer’s chest with her package. Alastor flinched letting out a startled ‘oof’ before quickly enveloping the younger demon in a hug. He had missed her dearly…it felt so nice to hold someone in his arms for the first time in what seemed to be ages. It was…unusual for him.

“Mr. Alastor, we’ve missed you so much!” she chirped, “You were gone and I cleaned the hotel so many times and set things up for the new patrons and cooked for the hotel and it was kind of a lot and the food was never as good as yours but-!” Niffty fired about twenty words per second at the deer - it was a good thing he’d grown used of her manner of speech - but it was still a bit difficult to comprehend much at the moment.

“Darling, slow down! It sounds like you did a marvelous job in my…absence… I couldn’t stand the thought of never hearing your voice again, so it’s only appropriate that I came back isn’t it-?“ Alastor paused at the watery sniffle and the wetness that dripped onto his arm.

Niffty’s big eye was brimming with tears, the little maid hardly holding them back. That made Alastor freeze before pulling her back into the embrace, ears drooping. “It’s alright dear, I’m back now… I don’t plan on dying…again.” The thought alone made his throat catch and his hands tremble, but the idea of needlessly breaking down again left a sour taste in his mouth. One time was too many. Niffty was the one in need of comfort.

“Dry those tears, doll,” he added in a softer tone, swiping a few of the tears away with his thumb, “and smile! You know you’re-“

“-never fully dressed without one,” she finished with him, letting out a little giggle. Alastor widened his own grin for emphasis, earning another shaky laugh before the little maid was pressing something warm and metallic into his hands. He glanced down curiously at the…thermos?

“It’s more broth,” Angel supplied helpfully, smiling a bit at the adorable pair. Not that he’d ever call Alastor adorable to his face- he liked breathing just a bit too much…Hm, it could be worth it to see the deer's expression, though. “Charlie said you couldn’t keep the first bowl down, and after last night you were out like a light faster than she could come back.”

Alastor took this in for all of two seconds before he was hurriedly uncapping the bottle. Niffty grabbed the bottom, narrowing her eye with a chiding, “Slowly!” before the deer could just chug it again. Alastor flashed a smaller smile but did as asked, tipping the bottle back and gulping down the contents slowly. Oh, Lucifer, he missed this.

Thankfully the deer was able to stop himself before getting sick this time, but Niffty stared intently when he went paler at the ensuing nausea. He waved the concern away. The feeling of fullness wouldn’t last long – it never did – but neither would it be as unattainable as it was in the Void… The sickness swirling in the deer’s stomach was unfortunately expected, but it was preferred to the constant, stabbing ache.

With a contented hum, he lowered the thermos to his lap, lightly pulling it away when Niffty tried to take it back. There was still some broth left. Alastor didn’t plan on giving up the food any time soon. She gave him a strange look but didn't push the issue.

Now it might be possible to think clearly. Surely, he had lost time to make up for! What did Charlie do without his help? Who was monitoring his radio tower? Did his absence affect the other overlords? There was simply no time to rest with so much to do!

“Right, well thank you for your company Angel Dust, Niffty for your care, and Husk for your…unusually pointed glaring! But I have much to catch up with and so little time!” Alastor shuffled to the edge of the bed prompting Niffty to jump down as he stood, summoning his staff with a gesture and going to step forward.

Three things went wrong in that moment. First, the deer’s legs buckled the instant they were on solid ground. Next, his microphone began screeching feedback, the eye that was normally so focused on him, darting erratically around the room. Last, but not least concerning, a sharp pain lodged itself in his chest, the traditional tug of magic replaced by a tearing sensation in his very core. It definitely felt like he was back in Hell with the static blaring in the room, his own thoughts becoming incoherent once again.

Alastor would never admit to being relieved that someone was there to catch him when his microphone and the container slipped from his grasp, staff clattering to the floor while making that horrid sound. Husk yowled, hands jerking up to cover his ears, Niffty had thrown herself down to grab the discarded thermos before broth could spill everywhere, and Angel Dust was the one to latch onto the deer before he could hit the floor.

“Alastor, turn that shit off!” Husk snarled, fur standing on end as he pressed his ears further down.

Alastor could certainly try to oblige! His own ears were similarly flattened against his head, but he was able to snap his fingers and unsummon the staff, making the static come to an abrupt stop except for the little bit still rolling out of his own chest. Now everyone looked to be in a disheveled state.

“Well,” Alastor broke the silence that followed, attempting to pull away from Angel and stand on his own, “that was certainly unexpected! But I still have things I need to-“

“Sit the fuck down, asshole!” Husk snapped, wings flaring as he shot a look to Angel. The spider’s eyes went wider, but he offered a nod, turning and pushing the deer to sit on the bed again.

“Uh, yeah Al, you’ve got to stay here. You didn’t let anyone explain shit to ya and you’re obviously in no condition to leave.” Angel crossed his top set of arms, the lower pair resting on his hips and making him look more like a sassy warden than a porn-star.

The deer's own claws began to sharpen, digging into the sheets at the tension thickening in the air. He didn’t like this. The deeply engrained ‘prey’ instinct was making his heart beat a touch too fast to be comfortable. Despite this fact, he did as he always would and forced his smile wider, faking nonchalance.

“Whatever do you mean? I can get caught up in no time! And I am perfectly fine, I simply need a moment to-“

“Shut up!” Husk cut in again, making his ire rise. “Shit has happened since you were gone! You fucking died Alastor, there’s no way in Hell you’re just ‘fine’, so cut the bullshit act!” That outburst certainly got the deer's full attention. “The world doesn’t revolve around you- you can’t just expect everything to be normal now!”

Couldn’t he? What would be the point of agonizing over something he couldn’t control? There was none, or so that’s what he told himself repeatedly as his hands began to shake more visibly.

“Uh, guys,” Angel interjected, eyes darting between the two bristling demons. Alastor ignored him in favor of narrowing his eyes at the cat.

“And why not? I’m back now! All of this extra fuss in unnecessary. I can go back to work, rest my powers, and get on with my afterlife!” The ache in his chest was getting steadily worse. He balled his hands into fists to hide the ever-growing tremors.

“Guys.”

Husk tucked his wings closer to his body, something new coloring his expression as he hissed, “Because things are different now. It doesn't work like that. I doubt you even have your powers! You can’t just ignore the fact that you were dead less than 24 hours ago, like you ignore everything else you don’t want to see! Where the fuck do you think your magic went, huh? Vox took the energy right after he put a fucking bullet between your eyes!”

“GUYS!”

“What?!” Husk shouted as they both snapped their heads towards Angel, Alastor seething internally while the cat was clearly resisting the urge to punch something. Angel had both set of arms crossed, mouth pressed into a thin line as he jerked his head towards Niffty.

The maid had a wide eye, little claws digging into the thermos as her gaze flitted between the pair. When she blinked in recognition at the silence and the realization that all eyes were on her, it wasn’t hard to notice the increased fidgeting. Before either Husk or Alastor could open their mouths to speak, let alone offer some comfort or apology, she was letting all her words tumble out in one breath. “Sorry, I’ll go and get Mr. Alastor some fresh clothes while I’m out and maybe some more soup because he’s still looking pretty hungry so I should probably hurry-!” And she was already out the door before she’d even finished, leaving a disappointed Angel, a stricken Alastor, and a very tired Husk.

“…Fuck.” Husk’s anger seemed to rush out in one sigh, shoulders slumping, wings drooping, tail stilling. There was a cold regard in his eyes. Alastor didn’t know how to react to this silent fury when he was used to flared wings, bared teeth, and comical irritation over the smallest slights. The cat’s eyes were dull and narrowed, so unlike the fiery anger or sarcastic indifference he was known for. There is lack of care, and then there’s whatever this was. Husk was supposed to be his closest companion…Alastor didn't know how to react to this type of anger.

Ears in a neutral position to match the other’s, Alastor watched the cat turn to glare, taking a long swig from his bottle of booze, before moving back to the door with a grumble. “I’m going talk to her. Don’t even fuckin’ think about leaving this damn room. Charlie, Niff’, and the others are already worried sick. Think about something other than your own goddamn pride for once.” Without another word he was gone, and the frustration bubbling up in the deer left, a coldness replacing it as he digested the words thrown at his face. Of course, he hadn’t thought of changes. Or Vox. Or of ever coming back. He’d lost hope of being brought back quite some time ago.

The mattress sank as Angel slowly sat down, hands clasped on his knees, but Alastor paid him no mind. There should’ve been anger, spite, annoyance burning through Alastor’s thoughts. Some sliver of irritation at Husk for insinuating such things, but…there was just an icy resignation gnawing at his very bones. A doubt that screamed Husk was right. He wasn’t fine. Things weren’t the same. He deserved to be yelled at.

Even so, the deer clung so desperately to the lie because he didn’t know what would happen if he let himself believe the truth.

Something in his mind had…broken. Not in the way he was used to. Not in the way that had him cackling at the sight of suffering, at inflicting it himself. This was different. Scarier. Why else would these intrusive thoughts be hurting him so? Alastor hugged himself in vain, knowing comfort wouldn’t come and that he shouldn’t want it regardless. He didn’t deserve it. Yes, something was well and truly wrong with him if Husk’s words actually bothered him. Judgement was something that held no power over him before…What had changed that?

“Al,” Angel shifted to put a hand on his shoulder, but the deer flinched away. Angel pulled it back, hands settling in his lap instead. “You know there is a lot of stuff to talk about…right?” The spider let out a nervous laugh. “Things have just been harder on a lot of us since you’ve been…gone. Husk didn’t take it well obviously. But whatever, I’m sure you probably have a pile of questions, huh? It’s a bit surprising just how much can change in just five months in Hell- whoa!”

Angel jolted forward with the exclamation as Alastor wobbled, his whole form lurching forward to clutch his head in his hands. Five months? It had been five months? There had been no way to tell time, so Alastor never could’ve known. The question was, had it been just five months, or had it been five unbelievably long months?

Was it a good thing to say he’d survived for so long? Or was he weak for having a full breakdown in that little time when compared to the decades he’d been alive? Such time was daunting when faced with starvation, sensory deprivation, insanity, but a look at his mental state in the mere months stacked against all of his time existing made him look pathetic. Must he be constantly at war with himself…?

“Shit, Charlie didn’t mention the time did she? Damn it…I’m sorry Smiles, I didn’t mean to upset you.” The words, punctuated with a slight guilt-filled gaze were lost on Alastor who hardly twitched while his thoughts rose in a crescendo, louder and louder in his mind until it was just him and his screaming internal dialogue.

Then everything came to an abrupt stop at the spider’s words. Slowly, Alastor mustered up the energy to raise his head, stare fixated on the far wall. Smile tight, ears flattened, Alastor was rather proud of how steady his voice came out.

“…I believe I should freshen up. Niffty said she would be retrieving a change of clothes and I very well can’t put it on filthy as I am, now can I?” The subject change was sudden, painfully so, but thankfully Angel seemed to catch on quickly.

“No, yeah a shower or bath or whatever the Hell you prefer sounds good! We’ll um…we’ll just talk when you’re done, yeah? Need help up?”

No, Alastor wanted to say. Unfortunately, his body still strongly disagreed, and he didn’t feel like dealing with his unruly staff at the moment. With a sigh he offered a stiff nod, allowing Angel to duck under his arm and help him to his feet.

His legs trembled like a newborn fawn’s for a moment under his weight but steadied by the time they got to the bathroom. Transferring his hold to the doorframe, the deer let his claws sink lightly into the maroon-tinted wood as he turned to face Angel.

“You gonna be alright in there?” A mischievous smile grew on the spider’s face as he crossed his arms, matching the amused glint in his eyes. “I doubt you’d want me seeing that adorably fluffy tail o’ yours anymore…” Said fluffy appendage twitched up in surprise while red flooded the deer’s cheeks.

“I- you- excuse me?” Alastor sputtered uselessly. Well, he supposed it was no shock Angel would comment on it considering his lack of overcoat, but he’d happily forgotten about the useless deer-like feature for some time! “No thank you-” maybe if he ignored it, Angel wouldn’t bring it up again! “I’ll be just fine, my dear! Now if you’ll excuse me,” he abruptly shut the door before Angel’s joking “You’re the deer!” could distract him.

Huffing he stumbled to the mirror, gripping the edges of the porcelain sink and glaring at his blushing reflection until the red receded. Then he shifted the glare to his tail for continuing to twitch against his will. This deer form really annoyed him at times! He didn’t like being called cute. He was infamous! Scary! A bloodthirsty serial killer! The damn Radio Demon!

“Ridiculous,” Alastor sniffed, moving to the shower and turning the water on, not satisfied with the temperature until steam filled the room. His mood sobered when he moved to unbutton his shirt, eyes drifting back to the bandages. Right…those would need to be cleaned as well.

Shrugging off his shirt, folding it, and setting it neatly to the side, he returned attention to his arms again. With a slow breath he unwrapped them, the pull on the healing gashes making him wince but not anything to bother with. The only thing truly filling him with dread currently was the impending conversation with Angel Dust…

“I’ll need to know sooner or later,” he muttered to the battered demon in the reflection. Regardless of what was wanted he would need to learn…The deer sighed, berating his lack of knowledge and composure at this trying time. Hopefully a hot shower would soothe his frayed nerves…

“Alright, spill.”

“Hm?”

“Whatever’s been making you stare at the wall for five minutes,” the voice snipped impatiently, “instead of paying attention to a word I’ve been saying.”

The tv-head finally turned his attention fully to the moth-demon lounging on the chair opposite of him. His screen wavered as he rolled his eyes, “It’s nothing, Val, I’m just thinking.”

That earned a snicker and a wave of one of four hands, “Bullshit. I can practically see the smoke pouring out of your pretty little head, Vox. Now,” he leaned forward, clasping his hands on the desk before him, “are you going to tell me what’s got you short-circuiting or not? I’ve got better things to do than watch you attempt to crash your systems for the day.”

Vox snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. He should’ve expected this. Nosy bastard. Though he did come specifically to talk about something related to this…Might as well get it over with.

“Alright, alright…It’s my magic.” Valentino gave him an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow and peering down at him through his rose-tinted glasses. Vox sneered in response. “Something is wrong with it.”

“You aren’t losing your touch, are you? Too much power gone to your head?” The moth snickered, antenna flicking to the side as he fluffed up his coat.

Vox stared for a moment before letting out a boisterous laugh. “Hell no! I’m still as powerful as the day I toppled the damn Radio Towers! And when I took down the Radio Demon himself!” Despite this apparent confidence, his claws were tapping endlessly away at the table while the moth waited for the ‘but’.

“But…” There it was! “…There’s this weird feeling in my chest. A tiny pull on my magic. It’s fucking infuriating because it just kept getting more noticeable as the day went on.”

“…Which is why you called me,” Valentino finished mildly.

“Exactly! It’s annoying, and I’ve been switching through feeds all day to see if some idiot is trying to mess with me, but nothing seems out of order in or outside any of our territories.” Sparks skittered across his shoulders as a growl escaped. “I would be keeping a closer eye on that trashy hotel, but there aren’t many devices in there to spy from. Of-fuckin-course the princess would make sure of that. And god forbid we touch the daughter of Lucifer's stupid pet project…”

“Don’t worry about them, I’ve still got someone on the inside remember?” Valentino soothed, pulling out his phone and tapping away at the screen before sliding it over to Vox. The other overlord shot him a look before leaning forward to read the message sent.

I need you to keep an eye on things over there for me Angel Cakes.

Vox raised a brow, glancing up to Valentino with a chuckle, “You really trust him at all? You realize he was the one shooting at me when I went to take out good ‘ol Ally don’t you? I wouldn’t trust his word for shit.”

A laugh was the only response Valentino offered before gesturing to the phone again.

If anything unusual happens, you’ll be the first to know, boss.

“Angie is loyal to me. I own his soul! If he even thinks about betraying me I can put a stop to it faster than he can say ‘shit’. I think he learned his lesson after last time.” The overlord leaned back, smugness radiating from his expression. Angel would have to be an idiot to defy him again…

“You on the other hand, he never really cared for. You know I would’ve taken care of it when he shot at you, but there was no reason you couldn’t stop him yourself! As long as you don’t use a holy weapon I don’t care what you do. That is, if he’s directly in your way- otherwise he’s mine to deal with. I can't have you permanently damaging one of my best stars, no matter what ridiculous projects he busies himself with in his free time…”

Of course not; god-forbid Vox mess up any of Valentino's toys! …Still he processed the words, sparks of energy running through his antenna as he thought. “You already know why I couldn't stick around- What with the princess showing off a bit more of her demonic side…as much as any of us would hate to admit it, she is Lucifer's daughter.” He summoned a small wire, fiddling with it as he spoke. “When she lets her powers loose it would be all too easy for her to tear any demon apart, overlord or not…” a quick flick of the wrist and he snapped the wire in half for emphasis.

“I shouldn't have been surprised that she would be upset about me killing the red asshole considering he'd protected her and her friends beforehand…I just didn't expect Ally to ever get close to someone again. Or for him to risk his life to save anything other than his own sorry hide.” He let out a darker chuckle, discarding the broken wire in favor of throwing his arms over the back of the chair, resisting the urge to kick his feet onto Valentino's desk.

“Of course you wouldn't expect him to,” the moth grinned cryptically. “But, to be fair, I don't think anyone would've expected the Radio Demon to form any relationships… At the time he probably just considered the hotel his territory. Who's to say he wasn't just protecting said territory? ...And the people in it, I suppose.”

“Yeah, sure, but you weren't there Val. I've never seen anything like that from him before. It was like Al was a different demon. Sure there was the sarcasm and the ferocity and that damned grin hardly ever faltered, but there was also desperation.” The eyes on his screen narrowed hungrily at the memory, his grin stretching even wider. “I’ll admit it was nice seeing him knocked down a peg for once, cowering at my feet. Gaining his power to go alongside my own didn't hurt either…” At the mention his magic did an annoying little pulse again and he almost groaned in frustration.

“Yes, just be glad you had the proper weaponry to make sure he stayed dead.” It was hard for anyone to get their hands on a holy weapon in Hell. Being overlords meant he and Vox had more facilities and people to search with, but tracking down the weapons and retrieving them was still a bothersome business. The search was well worth it for the tv-headed demon considering he wanted the Radio Demon gone. Permanently.

“…And you're sure we'll know the first thing that seems unusual around there?” Vox prodded.

“Yes, and if Angie doesn't come through, you or I could always just go down there ourselves, couldn't we. No trouble would need to be had, just a bit of ‘checking in' I would say…But I still think you're looking into this too much.” The moth gestured with his hands. “You took in a lot of magic and I imagine your body is still getting acclimated to it.”

“Five months after the fact? This wasn't happening five months ago…” He sighed, leaning his head back against the chair. “…but whatever, I suppose you're right, I might just be looking too much into this…” Maybe he was getting a bit paranoid- After all he was used of having his rival of a few decades around to constantly keep him on his toes…It was a good thing they took care of that problem at least. Thanks to him, the Radio Demon was well and truly dead.

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yuto-non · 6 years ago

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Class President (M)

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Dom!Jaehyun, class president au, rough sex, unprotected sex, probably not a healthy head space, creampie.

Summary: You were never one for following the rules, and Class President Jaehyun was not happy about it.

A/n: R E Q U E S T! This is my first request! Anon wanted a sassy school girl and a class president, so I did my bestest. Thank you! Everyone have a great day!

You hated school. You hated all the strict rules and preset expectations. You hated that your family had already decided your future without consulting you. You hated that they spent so much money to send you to such a prestigious private school, and you hated the damn uniform that turned you into a robot. You weren’t a bad student, just more interested in having fun than keeping your nose in a book. You still got good grades, you were still graduating near the top of your class, you just had a lot of fun doing it. Trouble just happened to frequently have your name on it, always pushing boundaries and seeing what you could get away with. You didn’t like being told what to do, or feeling so constricted.

You hated a lot that had to do with this school, but there was one thing that was above all else. That thing was a person, a person named Jaehyun. Class President Jaehyun, with his perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect uniform, and perfect grades. Jaehyun, every parent dreamed of having a child like him, and every girl in school dreamed of having him as their boyfriend. You had no interest. Jaehyun was too safe. He was too...perfect. You preferred someone that was a little more fun.

Jaehyun was anything but fun, so as you sat in the cold auditorium, listening to the class president himself drone on and on about school news and updates, you couldn’t find a single bone in your body that cared. Your head lulled in your hand, eyes threatening to shut. You were up late last night, and the deprivation was showing itself in the form of you falling asleep at your school assembly. Just as you were about to drift off for a quick nap, your eyes snapped open and your head lifted to attach your eyes to the evil-incarnate-Jaehyun himself. Jaehyun just announced to the class that there would be stricter dress codes for now on. You were stunned. Stricter? You already wore the ugliest clothing to grace your body. The overly done navy plaid skirt that dropped to your knees blended into the muddy navy knee socks. You had to top all of this off with a classic light blue button down, buttoned all the way up. No one looked good in this monstrosity, but you had been allowed until this very moment to wear a sweater of your choice, to style your hair as you saw fit, and to wear some accessories to try and hide the fact that you were just another sheep in the fucking system. No more style choices. Hair must be done in ether a neat bun, ponytail, or neatly straight. No more accessories. Everyone had to be the same. It was an absolute nightmare.

You didn’t even allow the assembly to finish before loudly packing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. Every head turned to see you, eyes glued to you and your eyes were glued to Jaehyun. An audible sound of displeasure left your lips as you marched over bags and feet to the aisle. One last look that could kill to Jaehyun, and you stormed out. You were not going to continue to sit in a room full of people who were blindly allowing all of their creativity and voice be taken away. Not today, Jaehyun.

“I can’t believe they’re allowing him to just run the show!” You screamed into the phone, your friend on the other end continually attempting to soothe you. Agreeing with every word you said, and fighting for the injustice, your friend gave you the space you needed to air out all the anger. “I’m sorry to bring this all on you, I am just so annoyed. It’s enough I have to put on this God forsaken uniform everyday - and now it’s just going to be even worse.” You groaned, laying down into the plush hug of your bed. Your friend agreed with you relentlessly, and while you appreciated it, you found yourself wanting some time alone to digest it all.

Ending the phone call, you rolled on your side to face the mirror. Staring back at you was a sad girl. A girl who felt as though her identity was being hidden, her sense of self was being taken away. You sighed and sat up, staring at the mirror. Your entire outfit was just not you. This anger was not you. You normally would just take things as they happened, and deal with them your way. So..what was your way in dealing with such a blow? Approaching the mirror, you eyeballed your drab, depressing outfit. This had to go.

Normally, waking up and getting ready to go to school was your least favorite part of the day. A part you typically would try to avoid or block out. Today was different, and you awoke with a new attitude. You were more than excited to go to school, more than ever. So excited, that your entire body felt on edge and ready to burst from the amount of energy flowing through it. You felt especially confident today, even in your uniform, and unveiling your new self to the entire school was a moment you had been waiting for.

That moment was now. Pushing the doors of your horrid school open, you grinned to yourself as you got just the reaction you were expecting. Once again, all heads turned towards you. Eyes locked onto your figure, jaws dropping and the halls falling almost silent as you made your way to your locker. You were always known to be the kind of student to disobey the rules, and today was no exception. This new uniform policy had obviously fallen on deaf ears, in your case. As you approached your locker, your eyes were met with that of a hungry classmate. His eyes danced along every inch of your body. Gone was your drab navy knee-highs, instead you dawned your legs with some sheer navy stockings, leading up to a skirt that had been cut well above your knee, exposing more skin than most girls in the school would even dream of. This was not enough for you, and your classmates eyes wandered up your legs to be met with a wonderful view of your breasts. You had “forgotten” to button up one or three buttons on your shirt, exposing a small glimpse of the overly intricate bralette you decided to sport for the special occasion. Your classmates eyes ate you up, not a care in the world on his face, even when he realized he was caught. All he did was stare at your face, then back down your body, and back to your face. You should’ve been annoyed at his gawking, but instead you could feel your panties dampening from all of the power and adrenaline running through your body.

“Don’t you have a class to get to?” You teased your shameless classmate. His face went red, his eyes darting to the ground before he turned and made his way through the crowd. Chatter started up, hushed words floating around in the halls. Normally, you may want to know what was being said about you, but you felt so powerful and confident, you didn’t care to know at all. You knew you looked amazing, not a single pair of eyes could stay off of you, guys and girls alike. Some girls passing you sang your praises, and many men followed. You were surprised by the amount of support you were getting from all the people whom you had assumed were perfectly okay with their boring day-to-day lives.

Everything was going much better than you had anticipated. Sure, it was only a matter of time until you were called into the office, but you were going to enjoy the attention until it was taken away from you. You made your way through the throngs of people, responding casually to the compliments being thrown your way. All of this was so exciting for you, you felt on top of the entire world, defying the rules, standing up for yourself in your own way. Nothing could ruin this feeling.

Even Jaehyun. Even this pesky little class president. This entire thing was his doing, you had convinced yourself. So when your gaze found the president himself, standing down the hallway, you just gave a devilish grin as you made your approach. Jaehyun’s eyes never left your face. Even with a slight sashay of your hips, even when you popped open another button, Jaehyun stayed strong, never losing your returned gaze. You just wanted Jaehyun to see that you couldn’t be told how to dress, how to act. This was simply you making a point.

“You know, this is against the school’s uniform policy. In many ways.” Jaehyun huffed. Not paying any mind to your attempted tricks to break him. You frowned up at him, furrowing your brows. He was being so difficult.

“Oh, don’t be so lame. Aren’t you a little too hot to be so uptight?” You gave Jaehyun a quick smirk. The crowd of people began to thin out as students made their ways into classrooms. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Jaehyun had no response, just continued to stare back at you. There was a silence that fell upon the two of you as the last of the students found themselves behind closed doors. You took his continued muteness as a sign that he was the typical boring Jaehyun, and pushed passed him.

Jaehyun sighed calmly before grabbing your shoulder as you attempted to sweep passed him, and turned you right back around. His other hand gripped your arm and easily threw you straight back against a row of lockers. You breath caught in your throat from surprise, and you quickly moved forward, ready to take a swing at Jaehyun for his sudden act of violence. Your face burned with rage and Jaehyun barely even spared you a glance as he took one look at you before throwing you back into the lockers again with one hand, walking towards you in the most relaxed manner. You didn’t dare move this time, absolutely shocked by Jaehyun’s complete 180 in his demeanor. Jaehyun was radiating confidence and assertiveness. He seemed so..bad..it was difficult to even remember this was the same Jaehyun.

This new Jaehyun now stood inches from you, his body barely touching yours as he enclosed your own body between his and the lockers, his hands resting on either side of your head. Both of your eyes drank each other in before Jaehyun finally opened his mouth. “You shouldn’t come to school dressed like this.” His voice was so low, his breath was so warm against your cheek that when it left, you felt an ice cold wave take its place. Shivers crept down your arms and through your fingertips. Your breathing was increasing, and you felt even a little nervous as you stared into Jaehyun’s black orbs.

“Well, why not. I hate being told what to do.” Shaky words were all you managed to get out, but you gave your best attempt to play it off and give a facade of confidence. Normally, you were just that, confident, but not right now. Not as Jaehyun took a deep breath in, leaned forward and nipped at your ear lobe. You were anything but confident as Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak gently into your awaiting ear.

“You shouldn’t dress like this because it drives me fucking crazy.” His words created a knot in your stomach, you were suddenly hyper aware of just how wet your pussy was, how much it ached to be touched. Your legs immediately rubbed together, wishing for some release and to break away from this intense moment. Jaehyun kissed your neck, leaving fire wherever his lips went. Your breathing increased as your knees become weak. You were both losing all shred of awareness until a thumping noise brought you back to the present. Both of your heads snapped to the side to see where the sound came from, but saw nothing. Jaehyun grabbed your wrist and quickly tugged you behind him, giving you not time to react or protest.

You found yourself being thrown into the men’s bathroom and pressed against the door as soon as it closed. Jaehyun wasted no time, pinning both of your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your shirt crept up, cold air blowing across your stomach before Jaehyun closed the gap between your bodies. You immediately were aware of his hard cock as it strained against his pants and against your thin skirt. Jaehyun’s grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his hips further into you. “I know you hate listening, but you have no choice, now.” He growled as his body pressed into yours, feeling every breath you were taking and setting your body on fire. “You can’t just walk around like this and not expect to be told what to do. Now turn around.”

Almost embarrassingly quickly, you turned. It took no ounce of thought to know that you wanted Jaehyun to fuck you, to absolutely dominate you. Your entire facade was let go, everything you stood for was thrown out the window the moment he demanded anything of you. Your body turned, and Jaehyun brought your wrists behind your back, leading you towards the counter and pushing you into it. The cold granite counter was a total contrast to the warmth that exuded from his body just moments earlier, and the fire that was left from the contact was quickly replaced by shivers. Jaehyun leaned you down until your cheek rested against the icy cold surface. Your hands were freed from his grip, but remained in place as Jaehyun stepped back to take a look at you.

“You really thought that you could just cut your skirt this fucking short.” He moaned out, palming himself through his pants as he took in your figure leaned over before him. Your skirt was so short in this position that the swell of your ass was presented perfectly for him. He walked forward and you felt a sudden sting as his hand connected with your ass, leaving a red imprint. “Don’t you know every single guy wanted to fuck you the moment they saw you?” Another loud smack sounded throughout the bathroom as his hand continued. Your own hands finally moved, gripping the counter tightly to offset some of the sting as you tried your best to muffle the screams that were spilling from your mouth. Jaehyun continued his assault, rotating between both cheeks as he dealt smack after smack onto your ass. You bit your lip to try and stop some of the moans and yelps that you were creating, but Jaehyun wasn’t letting up, and the stinging was becoming overwhelming. Jaehyun stepped back to admire his handy work. Your ass was on fire, red prints decorated it in its entirety, and your panties were absolutely soaked. You peered back at him through heavy lids, on the edge of nirvana from the overwhelming feelings that were flowing through your body. A devilish grin crept up on Jaehyun’s face when he connected his eyes with yours.

“You’re too loud. Someone is going to hear you.” His words felt like ice, he almost seemed angry. You felt completely enamored by this new Jaehyun, and with this newfound fondness you suddenly felt guilty.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be more quiet.” You squirmed on the counter top, rubbing your legs together as much as you could to try and quiet the ache between your legs. He couldn’t stop now. You had to shut up so Jaehyun could continue sending you into bliss. Jaehyun just smirked at your neediness, your complete change of attitude, and walked tormentingly slow up behind you. Once behind you, Jaehyun lowered himself so his face was directly behind your dripping heat. His hands reached out, finding themselves on top of your burning ass. His cold hands soothed the skin some before moving down to the back of your legs. They continued their journey slowly, massaging your thighs and moving their way up and down your legs as Jaehyun stared at your wet panties in front of him.

“Poor girl, you’re fucking soaked.” Jaehyun groaned out as his hands continued to trail the length of your legs, making their way back up to your hips. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and carefully tugged them down. Your pussy was throbbing, and a moan escaped your throat when the warm wet cover of cloth was taken away, sweeping cold air across your center. Jaehyun continued to pull your panties down your legs, tapping on your feet to get them to step out of them, before placing his full attention back on your needy cunt. It was shining from your juices, and Jaehyun couldn’t resist a quick taste, leaning forward and gracing you with a long strip right up your pussy. Your hips pressed back, trying to chase his tongue as you fought to stay quiet. Just the small amount of pressure his tongue provided sent stars into your eyes, you were so on edge that the slightest amount of contact was almost too much. Jaehyun’s tongue left you feeling empty as he stood back up behind you.

“You need to listen to me, and be quiet.” His words shot at you, they were cold and unamused. You nodded quickly in response, trying to let him know you understood. Jaehyun shook his head, showing his disapproval. “I already asked, and you didn’t listen.” His hips found the back of your ass, his hard cock pressing against your bare backside as he leaned over the back of you. Your panties came into view as Jaehyun pressed you further into the counter so he could rest his chest on your back, placing your panties close to your face. “Open up.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where he was going with this, and your jaw dropped on command to allow Jaehyun to shove your panties into your mouth. The sweet taste of your juices filled your senses, and you bit down on the panties to suppress a moan as his hips ground into your ass. His hands found your hips, pressing further into you. Jaehyun’s head dropped back, and a low moan left his throat as he continued to fuck you from behind, fully clothed. You whined for more, pressing back onto him, needing to just feel him inside of you.

Jaehyun was becoming impatient himself, and took a step back to undo his pants. Your eyes never left his figure, watching as he lifted his shirt up to help his hands access to his complicated button. Your eyes went wide. Jaehyun’s had abs. Defined, sculpted, perfect abs. You weren’t surprised, but you were, all at the same time. His skin glistened with a light layer of sweat, and his perfect hands finally undid that damn button, dropping his pants to the ground. His boxers followed quickly, and you found your voice again as his cock came into view. It looked so hard, almost painful. His cock twitched as he raked his eyes up the view presented before him, pre-cum dripping down his throbbing cock. You wiggled your hips, inviting him in, your body begging for contact. Jaehyun smirked, stroking his cock with one hand as he approached. His free hand went to your skirt, flipping it up so he could see your dripping pussy clearly. He brushed the head of himself against your wet folds. Your eyes snapped shut and your body begged for more as you pushed your hips back.

“What did I say about listening?” Jaehyun’s voice boomed into your ears, halting your hips. You didn’t want to upset him, you didn’t want this to end, you had to be good. Once Jaehyun was satisfied with your reaction, he continued to stroke your lips with the head of his cock, slowly, teasing every inch of you, and applying the lightest amount of pressure. Whines of frustration came out of you, but you didn’t dare move. His eyes danced along your body to your face, and with one last perfect grin, his hips snapped forward, sending you harder into the cold counter top as his cock slid into your tight pussy, bottoming out quickly. Your hands gripped the counter for life, screams coming out muffled by your damp panties. The sting was mixed with the best feeling of pleasure as he took no mercy on you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, baby..” Jaehyun moaned the words at you, they sounded so delicious leaving his mouth. One of his hands left your hip, but his rhythm never faltered. You were completely lost in the feeling, feeling every single inch of his throbbing cock slide in and out of you. Your pussy hugged him so perfectly, and you were in heaven, until his hand came down hard on your ass again. The pain of his slaps, and the pleasure that his cock was giving you, was too much. Your pussy begged to come, your body needed the release. Jaehyun leaned forward, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so he could look at you in the mirror. His eyes switched between watching your fucked out expression, and watching your pussy take his cock perfectly. “Look at yourself in the mirror for me.” He grunted, thrusting into your even harder. Your eyes obeyed, watching yourself. Jaehyun looked back at you as he fucked you however he wanted. You couldn’t take much more. Feeling him inside of you and watching his face as he fucked you was too much. Your knees were weak and your hands hurt from gripping the counter. You used your tongue to push your panties out of your mouth, gasping for a clear breath as you did.

“Please, Jaehyun, please just let me cum!” You begged, turning your head to meet his eyes. Jaehyun looked down at you, sending another hard slapped to your abused ass as he continued. His hips didn’t slow down, but he also didn’t say you could cum. You knew you’d be in trouble if you did, so you fought with yourself to stop the wave that wanted to crash into you. Jaehyun leaned forward, putting one of his hands on the back of your neck and pushing you down into the counter so he could fuck you even harder, even deeper.

Groans, moans and screams left his throat, you’re sure someone would hear if they passed, as Jaehyun’s cock filled you up over and over. You body was screaming, and so were you, filling the bathroom and the hall with both of your voices of need. “Baby, cum for me, please cum for me..” You needed no more convincing, your hands released their tight hold on the counter and you rested into it as you let your body go. You focused on the feeling his perfect cock was creating as it fucked into you. Jaehyun tightened his hold on the back of your neck as he tossed his head back, snapping his hips forward. Your stomach tightened and a huge wave of pleasure crashed into you. Your body lit up like a firework, sensitivity shooting down through every inch of you as you orgasm took a hold of you. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, pulling him in further until he hips halted while he was deep inside of you. His cock throbbed and twitched as cum shot deep inside of you, intensifying the already overwhelming orgasm you were experiencing. Your screams turned to short pants, both of you catching your breath as Jaehyun slid his member out of you, his cum following. You had just fucked your class president..or rather, he fucked you. You looked in the mirror at Jaehyun, who looked right back at you. “We should get you to class. You shouldn’t break anymore rules today.” Jaehyun spoke to you in a teasing tone. You wanted to stand up, but you knew the moment you did his cum would spill out of you.

You reached for your panties, but Jaehyun was faster, snatching them away and slipping them into his pocket. “I don’t think so.” He tsked at you. “You wanted to come to school looking like this.” He motioned over your body, and you whined out in protest.

“Jaehyun, I have cum all over me!” You tried to reason, but it got you nowhere. Jaehyun just laughed it off, and took a hold of your wrists, pulling you up. You sighed as him cum slowly slid out of your pussy and down your leg. Jaehyun looked down, watching in amusement at his job well done.

“I like how it looks, so you’ll keep it.” That was decided, then. Some part of you wanted to do anything he said, and that part took over. You loved feeling naughty, and you didn’t want to disappoint Jaehyun. You nodded, adjusting your skirt to try and hide all of the redness that Jaehyun put on your ass and the back of your legs. He helped you fix your shirt before fixing his own, and then headed to the door.

“I hope next time, you’ll listen a little better.” Was all he said before he opened the door and headed out. He was no longer there, but you could feel his cum dripping down your leg still. You longed for more of him, and followed after him like a lost puppy.

“Oh, there you are..wrong bathroom?” You classmate piped at you, pointing to the sign, indicating Men’s Restroom. You shot your eyes down both ends of the hallway, Jaehyun was nowhere to be seen.You relaxed a little, and played it off. Something about an accident. Your classmate gave you a weak smile as he looked at you from head to toe. You pressed your legs together, hoping he could see or smell the sex that exuded from your body.

“What did you need?” You tried to redirect his attention back to the present, as he seemed to have lost himself in staring at you.

“Oh, they were looking for you..Principal’s office.”

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His Favorite Sin

King's Pov:

“Put your hands behind your back, one forearm over the other”, I told her as I moved behind her.

She did as I said with another curious look in her eyes. I continued to instruct her as I tied her up with rope. I noticed that every time the rope brushed against her skin she’d shiver and bit her lower lip.

I was nearly done with the piece when she spoke again, as if she suddenly had an epiphany, “Oh this is the star harness! Are you planning on suspending me in the air, my King?”

“What an educated virgin you are, Doll”, I told her instead of answering her question.

I double checked that the ropes were tight and spaced correctly. I walked around her once again to take in my handiwork. The red rope looked beautiful against her skin, I only hope the marks the rope will leave on her match that beauty later. I lifted my hands up and captured her hard nipples between my pointer finger and thumb, pressing down hard on them. She whines and made the mistake of taking a step back to get away from the pain.

I tugged on them until I heard her moan out, “Oh fuck.”

“It will get worse Doll”, I told her as I released my hold on her nipples, I turned away from her, “Come on, Doll.”

“Why will it get worse, my King?”, She asked in a small voice that made me chuckle darkly.

“Because you fought against your desire and you walked away from me twice this evening. I think that warrants a spanking. If you take your punishment well, you’ll get a reward. Sounds fair right?”, I asked her as I opened the pillory up for her and held the open lock in my hand.

“I..you left me I didn’t leave you”, She tried to argue with me in a stern bossy tone.

“You basically ran me off, Alexis. Let’s not do this now before I get angry and leave you stuck in the pillory until I calm down”, I ordered her as I flared my nostrils, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

She looked between me and the place where she would place her neck. She let out a harsh breath then she bend over, putting her head in place. I closed the pillory and locked her in place.

I walked over to the dresser, grabbing two shorter lengths of red rope. An adjustable spreader bar with cuffs attached. Tweezer nipple clamps with a connected chain attached to a sizeable weight. I placed the rope over my shoulder and held the now small bar and clamps in each hand.

I walked over to her, placing the bar on her flat lower back as well as the clamps. A gasp got caught in her throat from the feel of the cool metal on her skin. I traced my fingers over the goosebumps that rose on her skin, next time I'll do some fire and ice play on her. If she'll give me a next time.

I clenched my jaw to clear my head as I moved in front of her. I grabbed the rope of my shoulder and started to tie one end around her ponytail. I ran the other end through the hole where her wrist should be and tied it tight.

She sucked in air through her teeth and let out a groan that stayed in her throat. I smiled at her effort to stay as quiet as she could. Tonight wasn't about her being quiet, I wanted her to be a loud, teary-eyed, screaming mess.

“You're adorable, Doll”, I told her in an almost patronizing tone as I let my fingers brush against her soft lips.

Her eyes lowered from my face to the floor. She pressed her lips in a thin line, before licking them. I didn't like the lack of response, the sadist in me hissed at me to slap her in the face. I didn't because I wasn't sure how'd she react to it. I didn't want the night over before it began. So I simply tied off the other rope, so that Alexis was forced to keep her head up and facing the mirror as I spanked her.

I tilted my head as I looked down at her as she shifted as much as she could in her new found position. Fuck, she looks so helpless like this it made my dick throb. I bend down and adjusted the height of the pillory a little lower, just so that she could get a better view of her own ass. I wanted her to watch as I gave her a warm up at least. With that done, I moved behind her eager to continue the setup. Only to find her legs squeezed together in a way that I knew she was getting a small amount of pleasure from.

I resisted the urge to smack her tighs as punishment for this. She didn’t know all my rules yet. I grabbed her ankles, spreading them apart slightly. I grabbed the spreader bar, cuffed her ankles then stretched the bar out until I heard her hiss in pain. With her legs spread nicely, yet not as far as I’d like, I finally looked between her legs.

I growled in approval at the sight of her juices slicking her lower lips. I gripped her thighs tightly and moved my hand up further until I sank my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks. I used my thumb to spread her outer lips apart, taking in the sight of her wet, pink pussy.

“What made your fat pussy wet already Doll? Tell your King”, I spoke in a deeper voice than normal as I made it clear that I wanted a response this time.

She let out a light moan as she tried to wiggle out of my grasp, I simply gripped her ass harder. Alexis let out an adorable whine before she finally gave me an answer, “It was the rope, my King. I didn’t expect to like being tied up so much.”

I hummed in approval as I moved from between her legs. I needed to because if I stayed any longer, I’d dive right in and eat her for hours. I stood next to her back and grabbed the tweezer nipple clamps from their resting place. I bend down on my knees and reached for her right breast, squeezing the nipple between my fingers. Once her nipple was hard enough I attached the tweezer clamp, moving the little circle up far so that it pinched her nipple tightly.

All I got from her was a simple quick intake of breath. I moved on to her left breast and did the same thing. Once that was done, I let the weight free fall between her breast. She called out a sharp sounding, “Oh fuck!”

I moved from my position and stared at her through the mirror. Her face showing a good level of discomfort in her current predicament, but the smile on her face was all I need to continue. I had planned to give her a good old open palm for her warm up, yet I was worried that my hand would wander to other places.

So I walked over to the dresser yet again and picked up the half leather half fur covered paddle. After the warm-up, I’ll use the impression riding crop with the heart. It’s suggested to use the fur side then the leather. Since this is a warm-up and her first time, I should use the fur side.

I walked back over to her, twisting the paddle from fur to leather over and over again. I wanted to use the leather side. I wanted her to feel pain. I wanted to see her cry for me. I looked at her through the mirror, lifting the paddle up so that she could see it.

I flipped the paddle much slower as I asked, “Fur or leather?”

She looked between my eyes and the paddle. She bit her lower lip for a few seconds. After a harsh swallow, she spoke the words, “Leather, my King.”

I landed a solid smack that wasn’t as hard as it could be, as my first blow. She let out a giggle a few seconds after she registered the impact. I felt her eyes on me, but I ignored it as I gave her left ass cheek a matching blow.

“Is that all you got, my King?”, She asked in a taunting sassy tone as attempted to wiggle her hips.

I knew that she wouldn’t be keeping that attitude for long. I kept moving alternating from cheek to cheek, landing each blow a little harder than the last. I ignored her taunts as well as her little hisses of pain as her ass started to become warm with heat.

I walked over to the dresser, placing the used paddle down, in favor of the impression riding crop, a small knife, and a cup. I placed the riding crop and two cups on her back as I walked passed her. I needed one more thing before the real fun could start. I needed to get the ginger root from the mini fridge. I felt her eyes following me curiously as I pulled out the root and a small bottle of water.

I walked back over to her, watching as the confusion simply increased on her face. I started to carefully shave off one of the rough skin from a medium sized finger of the root. The pungent smell of the root hung in the air as I worked. I placed the peels of the skin into one of the cups, I only stopped when I had a smooth cylinder shape.

Once I deemed the root ready, I poured the water from the bottle to the second cup and placed the naked finger of the root inside of it. I placed the cup on the ground next to Alexis. Then I grabbed the cup of rough skin and the knife. I walked over the dresser and placed them on top of it. I grabbed a bottle of lube, popping the top of it as I went back over to her. I squeezed the bottle, allowing a good-sized dollop of the clear liquid to drop right between her ass cheeks.

She let out a gasp as she asked worried, “We’re not doing anal tonight right, my King?”

“Anal sex is not happening tonight, Doll. Just relax”, I told her as I slipped a few fingers between her ass cheeks.

The cool lube against her warm skin felt nice as I played with her asshole for the second time tonight. My pointer finger slipped easily inside her warm tight hole. I moved my finger in deeper slowly enjoying the way Alexis let out an dragged out, “Oh!”

I felt her clench around my finger as I started to move it in and out. I gave her ass a slight squeeze as I eased in a second finger. I moved my fingers a little faster, spreading them out inside her. I slipped my fingers out of her tight hole, I gripped the ginger root. I tapped the wet finger of the root against the side of the cup a few times.

Pushed the finger of the root as deep as it could go inside Alexis’ ass was satisfying, especially with the sounds that came from her mouth. I didn’t give her time to adjust to the feeling of her ass being so full. I grabbed the impression riding crop, with a tight hold. I took a few steps back and focused my aim on the crease where the ass cheeks meet the thighs. I landed much harder blows then I had before.

“Fuck!”, She cried out loudly over and over as I alternated from her left to her right cheek.

I wanted her to have two evenly dark red hearts on each cheek. So I didn’t stop until I got what I wanted. Because of the root, Alexis has two choices. Clench in preparation for the crop, which would make the burn worse from the root. Or she’d relax and take the full impact of the crop.

“Oh God!”, She tried to move away from my path, I glanced at the mirror taking in her now watering eyes and quivering lower lip.

“Is this enough for you, Doll?”, I asked her rhetorically as I gave her harder swats, watching as her ass jiggled and redden beautifully.

The answer I got from her wasn’t immediate. She tried to lower her head, in an attempt to hide the tears flowing down her face. She struggled in her harness lightly as her thighs started to shake. It was only after a few more well-placed swats that made a whizzing sound in the air did she speak.

It came out more as a sob that she let out then she sniffed out, “I’m sorry my King. Please stop! Fuck my ass is so hot!”

I grabbed the end of the root and started to twist it inside her. Her reaction was immediate this time as I landed a few more swats with my free hand.

Alexis looked at me pleadingly through the mirror, “Oh God, Please no!”

“What are you sorry for?”, I asked her as I placed the crop down and took in the sight of the four red hearts that are on her ass now thanks to my hard work.

I listened to her heavy breathing and sniffles for a few seconds. I slapped my hands down hard on her already sore ass. The scream she let out made me throb painfully. She struggled again for a few seconds as she repeated herself, “Sorry. So sorry.”

I moved away from her ass, I walked around to the front. I bent down on a knee to properly take in her wet tear-stained face. I lifted a hand to tilt her chin up further, from where she let it hang.

I smirked at her once our eyes met, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Doll.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I shouldn’t have ignored my desires”, She took in a shaky breath before she

continued trying to blink away the rest of her tears, “I’m sorry my King.”

I lifted my hand to wipe her lips before I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Alexis moved forward to meet my lips, our tongue rubbed against each other. I growled approvingly from her taste, I sucked on her tongue. I caught her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging on it until she whimpers loudly for me.

“Good girl, now you get your reward”, I told her with a sinister smile as I made my way back behind her.

I finally buried my head between her legs and tasted the nectar that is her pussy juices.

Doll’s Pov:

My scalp tingles from the way my ponytails are tied back with the rope. My chest and arms feel tightly squeezed, molding into the shape that he wanted. The sharp pain in my nipples is constant reminders of the weighted clamps. My legs ache from being stretched out for so long.

My ass is giving off a throbbing heat from the spanking I was given. Both inside and outside which has me panting like crazy. My body aches terribly from the pain he inflicted on me, and I love it more than I thought I would.

My mind feels a fuzzy in a way that I can’t describe properly right now. Why was that kiss so addicting after just one? I actually whimpered as he let go of my lip. It felt so freeing to be nothing more than his at this moment.

Why was I fighting this desire for so long? I could've had this glorious hour with him and so much more, a month and a half ago. If only I said those words sooner!

His tongue explored every part of my wet pussy, that this position is forcing me to present to him. One of his hands moved up to give my thoroughly spanked ass a few more swats. I cried out from the added pain that mixed with the pleasure of his next action.

His other hand decided to sink two fingers inside me just as his tongue found my clit. He flicked his tongue before sucking on my cilt. His fingers curled inside me, rubbing against something that made me scream. The way the pleasure coiled in my stomach made me tremble. How can I be so close already?

“Please, please, please my King!”, I moaned out desperately as his fingers moved faster inside me.

I gasped out as I felt his fingers and mouth leave my body. I wished I could turn my head and stare at him as I begged. I wiggled as much as I could in the rope that is wrapped tightly around me.

The feeling of this restriction sends chills throughout my body in a way I could feel myself getting addicted to. It feels so good, but so did his mouth and fingers. I was just about to beg for them back on my body when a dozen hard smacks hit my thighs.

“Fuck! God!”, I cried out as my vision started to get blurry with tears.

Those smacks were harder than the others somehow. After the first smack he gave me, I clenched against the fucking ginger root that caused the burn to increase in my asshole. The next sensation I felt was his skillful mouth eating me out as his hands held a bruising grip on my trembling thighs.

“Yes! Don’t stop, please! My King, make me cum for you”, I begged out in a series of moans as he licked and sucked on my clit while slipping two fingers back inside me.

I felt and heard him growl as he sucked on my cilt before I felt his teeth graze my sensitive bud. The pleasure that has been tightening into a coil inside me finally snapped. My toes curled, my eyes closed and twitched, my mouth hung open as I cried out, “I’m cumming, Thank you!”

His fingers kept moving faster, his teeth added more pressure to my clit. The pleasure continued to surge through my body like a roaring fire. My body jerked and trembled which caused my breath to come out in stutters. His fingers found that spot inside me, my g spot and abused it. I let out a string of curses and struggled hard against my restrictions.

The fire of pleasure just got hotter and more intense as he kept moving, prolonging my pleasure to the point it started to become a little overwhelming. A hard smack was delivered to my pussy and it was like I couldn’t control my body anymore. A liquid came gushing out of my pussy as tears started to stain my face again. The pleasure was too much and my chest started to hurt, my lungs burning for air. How do I breathe again?

His fingers were inside me again, moving fast and hard against my g spot. I tried to move away from his skilled fingers. He landed a harsh smack on my ass and I could suddenly breathe again. My legs continued to tremble even as I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my inner thigh. I cried out so loud, it burned my throat, another hard slap landed on my pussy. The liquid was shooting out of me again like a dam breaking. Squirting orgasm, that’s what he was doing to me.

I struggled to breathe, it was quick pants that didn’t help clear the fuzzy fog that covers my mind. I felt light headed, I felt a smack on both ass cheeks this time before he groped them. I whimpered and tried to move away from his hands. My body felt light and heavy at the same time. My mouth felt so dry. I wanted to say something but I couldn't find the word.

Why was it so hard to think? Why did the orgasms he gave me make me want to never try to make myself cum again? Is that normal? Are all men as skilled as him? I’d have to ask Lilith later. I felt the root start to leave my ass in a slow manner, I whimpered as it moved.

My hole was hot and empty for only a few seconds. I felt something cool and smooth enter my ass, it must be a butt plug of some kind. Was he preparing my ass for when I agreed to anal sex? Does that mean that this will be more than just tonight? Is that even something I want?

The ache in my scalp eased on the right side then the left. I let out a sigh, but I wasn’t sure if it was in disappointment or relive. The device that held my head in place was removed. Conner grabbed the back of my neck and hoisted me up. I moaned from the feeling of his hand as he tilted my head back. I saw him start to lift a water bottle and opened my mouth like some whore. He gave me a smirk as he poured the contents into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, greedy for the cool crisp water.

He stopped pouring the water as he watched me start to struggle to keep up with the stream he created. He gave me time to breathe and took the signal of me opening my mouth, to give me more. We went on like this until the water bottle was empty. He pulled me closer, crushing his broad chest against my clamped nipples as he took my lips in another kiss.

I whimpered into the kiss from the pain in my nipples. He quickly turned it into a moan from the way he moved his tongue. I arched my back away from his chest when I could no longer take the presser there. He let out a growl as he felt me trying to create some distance between us. I whimpered and whined until he broke the kiss.

He gave me a hard stare that screamed his patience was wearing thin. I swallowed quickly before I spoke, “Can you remove the clamps now, my King?”

Wordlessly, he lifted his free hand up and grabbed the clamp in his hand. His eyes trailed down to my breasts then back up until they met mine. His eyes were darker than I have ever seen them before. I didn’t have time to dwell on that when he started to count, “One, two, three.”

I timed my breathing with his counting but when he got to three he yanked the clamp off my nipple. I would have fallen on my face if it had not been for his grip on my neck. I cried out as the blood rushed back to my nipple, a single tear falling down my face. It felt like a searing sharp pain just burned through my body.

My voice came out loud in pain and surprise, “Fuck!”

For the other clamp, he decided to yank the nipple clamp off at two instead of three. I trembled as a smaller but no less intense orgasm burning through my body. How did he make me cum from something so simple?

I bit my lower lip hard as I rode the fiery waves of the pleasure. I didn’t want to scream again, I didn’t think that I bit my lip too hard. That is until I got the taste of copper on my tongue, I made myself bleed. Connor grabbed my chin, lifting my head up again.

His nostrils flared before I felt his tongue sweep across my lower lip, tasting my blood. My eyes lowered to the sight of my blood on his tongue before he closed his mouth and hummed. Why did that have to be so fucking hot to me? Maybe I should move blood play from a hard limit to a soft one.

The ache in my shoulders made itself known, distracting me from my urge to kiss him again. I licked my lips as I tilted my head back and asked: “Are you going to untie me now, My king?”

He raised an eyebrow at me as he lifting his free hand. Running his hand up the sides of my tied body he asked in turn, “Why would I? When you look so beautiful like this”

“I don't usually look beautiful?”, I asked him as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Usually, I would filter my thoughts but the pain and pleasure lowered my usual defenses.

“What an insecure Doll I have”, He said in a teasing tone as he looked at me as if he could see my soul. He pulled my head closer to him with his grip on my neck. I felt his lips lightly trail up the side of my face, following my jawline.

I turned my head away from him before he could plant a kiss. Well, I moved as much as his grip would allow. I didn’t like being teased like this. I closed my eyes in defiance as I spat out the words, “Fuck you”

“I plan to, I just needed to warm you up first”, He told me as a sinister smile rose on his handsome face. As confusion started to take over my expression, he pushed his arm down until I was bending over yet again.

My confusion turned into a smile as he dragged me over to the large plush looking bed. He stood me up facing him, with my back towards the bed. He tilted his head a little, that smile still in place as he spoke, “Virgins are usually nervous, but not you. My eager Doll”.

I stepped closer, slipping a leg between his legs. I hummed approvingly at the feel of his warm erection pressing against his sweatpants. I kept my eyes on him as I spoke with a smirk, “You feel rather eager, My King. Are you excited to add another virgin to your fucked list? I'm sure I won't be the last.”

He shoved me back roughly on the bed which made me gasp in shock. The gasp turned into a light giggle as I bounced lightly on the bed. He spread my legs just enough for him to get between them. As I started to lift my head, he filled me completely in one hard thrust, which started a fast rhythm. I cried out at the burning I felt from him stretching my walls and not giving me time to become accustomed to his hot thick dick.

His grip on my hips tightens as he started to move his hips faster, “Fucking hell. This tight little cunt is perfect, Doll.”

I arched my back as I struggled to breathe properly yet again. The sound of his grunts, curses and wet slapping of our bodies sent tingles throughout my body. The sting burn was quickly giving way to that pleasurable burn. It felt so different this time, mixing with the fire I always felt his touch.

The feel of him stretching me, rubbing against my walls and touching spots that have never been touched before. I was a gasping, moaning mess. My thighs started to tremble as the pleasure build fast the coil of pleasure tight as ever inside me. How can I be so close, so fast?

“Please fuck, please!”, I tossed my head from side to side as a sob started to build in my throat.

I heard his laughter as he shifted the position. He pushed my legs back to the sides of my body as he slid his dick back so that just his head was inside me. He lowered his upper body, pressing his chest against mine. I hissed at the contact on my sensitive nipples. His lips and tongue touch my neck, licking the length of it. I shivered as I moved my hips upward in an attempt to get him back inside me.

I heard him chuckle again next to my ear, “My poor little Doll. Don't worry I'll make you cum until it hurts”.

His teeth latched on my neck in a hard bite that made a long moan escape my mouth. The moan turned into a silent scream as his hips moved fast and hard into me, hitting new spots from this slightly different angle. He kept moving, slamming against my slightly abused clit extending my orgasm.

He kept his word that night and made me cum so much that it hurt. I also cried multiple times from the overwhelming pleasure. He never stayed in a position for too long, in every position he managed to make me cum at least once. He didn't untie me until he was done with me. He left me the gift of his cum covering my face as well as a spare blanket, while I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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