#who would've thought a silly birthday gift for a friend would turn out into this??

[seelestia]

❝𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄?❞ — a masterlist.

「 ❝DO YOU LOVE ME?❞ ; A story where you, a mortal and ZHONGLI's love of the present, come to realize that you stand smaller compared to Guizhong, a goddess and his love of the past. 」

☆ PAIRING: Zhongli x GN!Reader.

☆ GENRE: Angst, minimal fluff, established relationship, "loves you but not most" trope.

☆ NOTE: this is a short series that has two endings which you can choose, alongside additional works to expand more on its background lore. thank you for giving this series a read! ♡

[ 🎵 listen to the official playlist here! ]

HOW THE STORY GOES. . . (arranged in chronological order, recommended to be read as such.)

↪ 「 DO YOU LOVE ME? 」 : zhongli never lies; he always says the truth as it is, even if it is a hard pill to swallow. or in which you realize you are not his greatest love and that is alright... right? (3.3k+ words)

↪ 「 HEART TO HEART. 」 : a cracked heart is like a cracked jar; it can only hold so much within before it shatters — what if you've come to terms that you cannot take the pain of the truth any longer? (1.2k+ words)

↪ 「 THE STARRY-EYED MORTAL. 」 : a prequel which tells the story before you and zhongli became lovers, where he was just an ordinary gentleman at the funeral parlor and you were just someone with starry eyes admiring him from afar. [ COMING SOON! ]

ENDING #1: what if the reader can't take it anymore and decides to break up?

↪ 「 MIDNIGHT FAREWELL. 」 : holding on hurts, letting go hurts. regrets just seem to trail after you like a shadow but ultimately, you have made your decision — this is it. (right?) (3.2k+ words)

ENDING #2: what if the reader stays and endures the heartache until the very end?

↪ 「 EYES CLOSED, HEART BLINDED. 」 : saving yourself from this path of heartache at the cost of everything is too much. thus, you decide to shut your eyes and blind your heart from the truth. however, your lover is neither blind nor foolish — but can he save you before it's too late? [ COMING SOON! ]

EPILOGUES (?)

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© SEELESTIA (and my friend, jae @medeaheartly for inspiring this entire series!), feb 2023. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

[lizarddiary]

(I am suuuper late for this one I'm sorry ;-;)

What tragic horror character trope is your character?

Nara Sadu // The Witch

People need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. The witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. You point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. To be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. If you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. And I don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. But to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. Keep that in mind.

Tahla Nehla // That Which Cannot Be Known

Oh god. How did it come to this? To some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? Maybe. I'm not sure. As an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. The mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. It'll wear you down, too. Who are you? Do you remember? Are you so far gone that you can't go back? And maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. But you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. It doesn't matter who you used to be. Sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. Let someone celebrate these things with you.

Vincent // The One Who Opened The Door

You turn the door handle. You call out, "Who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. As if the gift of hindsight was something you had. How the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? No one bothered to tell you. Say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? They would've commended you for your bravery. You thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. How is that fair? It isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. It is not wrong to believe things are good. Your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. We need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?

I was tagged by @spotofmummery and I completly forgot about this one, sorry ;-;

Anyways, I tag whoever may want to do this one themselves!! ^^

The quizz can be found here!

[wildcatofgreen]

It felt like she lingered, just a moment more than she expected. Carol's ears twitched.

"Alright, you can open them!"

She did, looking down at her hands. Resting on her palms was a [DKFRJTGRUIREO], lavender colored. On one end is the wing symbol Lilac had at the back of her shirt. The other, a purple colored flower--a lilac.

"If you ever decide to grow out your hair, then maybe you can use this for a ponytail."

"What," the feline smirked, "Ya think my fur ain't already long?"

. . .

"Oh? You're giving out gifts now?" The dragonness held the green box in her hands, shaking it slightly to try and discern what was inside.

"An eye for an eye~." Carol had her hands behind her back, secretly eager for Lilac's response. This was something she specially commissioned, something she figured the dragon would, if not like, then at least appreciate.

"Oh don't tell me you're still mad about last year?" She gave a knowing smirk to the wildcat, holding the box close to her chest.

"What? You think I ain't gonna get you back for gettin' me a birthday gift? Puh-lease," she limped a wrist at the dragon, "Not a chance."

Lilac giggled to herself. And, with a couple more shakes, she decided to open the present up, finding inside-- "Woah!" The dragon unfurled a long winter scarf, pure purple on one side, green on the other side. On the green side at either end, the scarf tapered off into black, almost resembling a certain kitten's tail. Inspecting it all, she stared up to look at the wildcat, a bright smile on her face. "Carol..."

"Hey, you're the one who's always callin' me your ''tail''! Thought maybe you'd want the real the real thing 'round your neck sometimes," she rubbed the back of her neck, " 'Course, it's also just a normal purple scarf in case that's too lame and gaud--OOF!"

The dragon girl just hugged her, tightly, giggling. "You dork! I love this!!!"

"Hey, I ain't a dork!" She embraced the dragon with one hand, the other rubbing the tip of her own nose, "Glad you like it, though. Don't even wanna pretend like it was cheap. You know you gotta custom design these, right? And UGH, it takes days, and daaaays, and..." She trailed off. Her gaze met the dragon's. It felt like her heart was beating out of her chest for a second. Like she could, if she wanted to...

The wildcat's nose has been booped.

Carol pouts, scrunching up her nose.

"Y'know, I appreciate the effort, but if you waaaanted to be correct," she teased, "You'd make the purple side look like my tail, too!"

She thought for a moment... Oh. Right. Her tail. It would make so much more sense if she did that stones damn it Carol.

It felt like Lilac could see the gears turning in Carol's head, then the realization. She couldn't help but laugh at it all, hugging her friend even tighter than before. "You're so silly, you know that?"

"Wonder who I get it from~?"

---

Wasn't a start, this time. No, the wildcat just sort of... awoke. Slowly, fluttering her eyes open, as if she were a princess being arose from her sleep. She had her arms wrapped around her fiance, and his around her. It was nice, to have him like this, for her to be like this. She couldn't help but purr as she nuzzled herself into him further.

...

Those dreams.

Her mind wandered to them immediately.

Felt like that Lilac dream from before had to be real. Some details are starting to line up with it. And it had Lilac's signature gift-giving style written all over it.

A lilac as part of the gift. How corny. Accompanied by that wing symbol Lilac had, all made with metal.

...

Wait, running out of time??? There's no way she rushed to get custom made charms put onto her little gift. There's just no way. Lilac could be irresponsible, but she was never that irresponsible. It'd be too reckless for no reason.

Could be a cover up. Would make sense, knowing Lilac. Embarrassed about getting her a useless gift, so say she ran out of time to get it. It's what Carol would've done, at least. And there's no way she hasn't rubbed off on Lilac at least a little.

And... it was something she wore? On her fur...? Now what the hell could that be. Stones know it had to be useless, though--she hadn't done anything to her fur, nor did she really need to. She liked the kind of slightly messy style she had right now. Kind of unkempt and overgrown, but she's a wildcat, so it's not like that mattered.

Hm. Maybe she'd ask around. Surely someone could point it out, if they heard the description.

As for the other dream...

Well, it made the wildcat smile. She knew that one was real. That scarf was her best gift idea yet. Meant to represent the two of them. Meant to be just as corny as Lilac's gifts.

She really wanted to just stick with the tail thing. She really, truly did. But she was nervous. Paranoid. What if she gave her the scarf and she hated it??? So, purple on one side and tail on the other. Just in case she never actually wanted to wear the green side. Which, Carol wouldn't blame her for. It was a lame gift--she knows it. Lilac probably knew when she first saw it. She was just being nice.

'Cause that's how she is. Always a goody-two-shoes.

Loved that about her. Loved a lot about her.

...

She was on a time limit. Didn't even know how much time she had. Could be another day? Another week? Maybe a month?

She couldn't help but be anxious. Would she never get another chance like this? Would it just... slip her by? Like a leaf in the wind.

She couldn't let it, right? How would she confess it to Sonar, then? There's no way she could go out of order!!!

Oh stones right it didn't help that Lilac was pissed at her. She probably could barely contain her rage when she spoke to Milla. Shit, why didn't she just text her she was marrying Sony earlier???

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

She's... she's gotta make up for this, right? She can't let things end like this. Not with her best friend. Not with Lyli.

She held her lover closer, whimpering. Damn it. Damn it.

She'll choose to sleep again, for now. She can do more when she's actually awake and ready to focus. Plus, maybe she can find out more about Lilac's gift if she sleeps.

She really hopes she does.

[daphnedirose]

One Last Night

Viktor x f!reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 3.2k | Your relationship with Viktor was a well-kept secret between you two, but it falls apart when your parents arrange your engagement to someone else, leaving you and Viktor with nothing but one last night to enjoy.

Warnings: angsty smut, oral (f!receiving), subtle mention of domestic violence.

A/N: okay so this is a late birthday gift for @arcanescribbles bc they are extremely talented and deserve the whole world. They gave me the idea and it was my excuse for writing angsty smut. Enjoy <3.

The lab door shut closed and the loud thud filled the room, windows trembling from the sudden impact. Viktor couldn't care less if they broke. He walked to his workbench with audible steps, cane knocking the floor harder than it should have. His eyes watered in frustration from what happened minutes ago, but he knew he took the right choice by keeping his distance from you. His mind was a time bomb about to explode, and he would never forgive himself if you got hurt by his words.

He knew it would happen, it was clear from the beginning but you both thought things could turn in your favor. Perhaps changing someone's mind would be easier than you expected, maybe he could have held you longer if things were different.

But misery seemed to follow him around, and he hated himself for that.

He knew who you were way before you two met. Both your parents were part of the Council, filthy rich and the most conservative out of them all, so your name scattered all over Piltover when it was announced you approved The Academy's exam. Some thought you bought your way in, others said you wouldn't last a month due to the academic workload. Just a few people believed you got in as a consequence of hard work and intelligence, one of them being Viktor.

You caught his eye once you stepped into Heimerdinger's class, an elegant yet humble demeanor adorning your every move, witty and valuable contributions to the class' subjects spoken with sweet confidence. He would've been a fool not to notice.

You were smart, he could tell, and so could the rest of the class.

Wealthy and intelligent, people started getting close to you to obtain a good grade on a project or to use you as a wallet. Even if they tried to be as discreet as they could, you saw right through them. You had plenty of practice since the same situation repeated itself with anyone who approached you. Not once a possible real friend crossed paths with you without expecting something in return, not until you met him.

Two loners —by different motives of course— with brilliant minds and similar objectives. Subtle curious glances were thrown at each other from time to time, responded by shy smiles and blushed cheeks that only you two witnessed. When he decided it was time to talk to you, you surprised him by stealing his idea, coming up to him first with a warm genuine grin decorating your face. The connection was instant, no awkward silences, no cruel judgment to the ideas that were shared, just two strangers becoming friends, breaking each other's walls down as they spend hours and hours talking and inventing together. It didn't even matter if silence filled the room, as long as you had each other's heartwarming company, anything else could be lost in the background.

Were your eyes always so sparkly when you talked about your dreams? Was his laugh always so angelic after a silly joke you cracked? He saw how you broke down completely just to get back up brighter, you witnessed how frustrated he could get when things didn't go his way and how proud he looked when his hypothesis happened to be correct. You noticed each other's flaws and helped to improve them while treasuring every burst of laughter like it could be lost in a void of memories. Your shoulders grazing felt more intimate than it should have, prolonged hand-holding became a routine he didn't mind. He became fond of the conversations you shared about your goals and aspirations, even dreaming about projects for the both of you to make together. The peace he never felt before blossoming inside him when you played with his hair as he slept on your lap, sitting under one of the trees in the Academy gardens, not sure if the light caresses you left on his cheek were real or just another consequence of his too vivid imagination.

He wished he could go back to the day he kissed you for the first time. He tried to hold back, god knows he did but he still fell for those glowing eyes and caring smile that aimed only at him. You were just finishing building a machine that was supposed to be your final project. He still remembers how you jumped into his arms when it worked as planned. It was the first time he held you so close yet he became addicted to your heartbeat against his, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pulled him close by the neck. When the hug broke, he saw an intriguing new look in your eyes: a longing for something.

"Please, Y/n, don't hate me for this." He softly tilted your head up by your chin, gazing down at the lips he so much desired to kiss. He smiled when he felt your breathing getting heavier. You were nervous, that was new.

"I believed it was obvious I could never bring myself to hate you."

Your reply was enough to break the distance between you two. The feeling of his cold lips melting into yours, kindly rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he cupped your face in his hands. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense your smile on your lips when you pulled away. It was the first love for both of you, but it was real, intense yet peaceful. He smiled back at you, just to press his lips on yours again.

Your parents disapproved of the friendship you had, so you mutually agreed to maintain your relationship hidden. A secret only you two shared. You managed to keep it well, but the way his face lit up when you entered the room and how your fingers cautiously reached for his when no one was looking screamed what your mouths couldn't. Anyone who paid close attention would have noticed; for your advantage, no one did. Love ignited and lasted for years under the shadows of a secret you swore to keep, and you couldn't be happier with how things panned out.

Viktor should have known it was too good to be true.

After he helped Jayce stabilize the Hex-Crystals, every pair of eyes in Piltover focused on the golden boy, especially your parents. They, along with Mel, were the biggest investors of Hextech, something that surprised you since they would have never done something that pushed Viktor towards success, but you let it slide because it was a benefit for him.

However, Jayce seemed a bit more friendly than he should have whenever you passed by the lab, flirting with you with his characteristic charm. Viktor saw how you politely cut all his attempts of asking you out on a date, but that didn't stop him from clenching his jaw and fists to the view of you together. You were a sight for sore eyes, he was more than aware, but he didn't think his now closest friend would be one to lay eyes on you, being free to express how he felt about you without any repercussions, something he couldn't do even when he died to. You noticed how it affected him, you knew him too well not to, so you took him aside later to talk about it.

"Do you want me to tell him that we are together?" You asked him, holding his hand for him to relax.

Yes.

"No," was his reply, it came out his mouth faster than he would have wanted, "walls can talk, dear. I'm afraid your parents might hear the rumor and make you the one at fault. Besides, it could make working with him awkward."

He wanted to scream you were his girl, the one he wanted to marry one day, but he knew what type of people your parents were. He was not risking your well-being over his desires, even when he could tell you were dying to hold his hand in public as well.

What would have changed if Jayce knew? Maybe the flirting would have stopped, maybe the rumor wouldn't have spread. Perhaps your parents and Ximena Talis wouldn't have arranged an engagement between you and Jayce, perhaps Jayce wouldn't have loved the idea as much as he did.

Your heart dropped when you heard the news, just as Viktor's did when you told him. You were anxious, your right leg shaking while Viktor wrapped his arms around you, not sure if he was comforting you or himself in the process. You asked him again if you could tell your parents about your relationship, the only option left there was for them to reconsider. Viktor hugged you tighter and agreed, moved by fear of losing you.

He regretted his decision when you met him at the gardens that night. He thought everything went okay, or at least he hope it did. All hope vanished when the moonlight hit your face: a broken lip and a hand mark of a slap painted on your left cheek. Silent tears rolled down your eyes as you looked at him, golden eyes emptied by frustration and regret.

"They said they would stop investing in Hextech investigations and would do anything possible to convince the rest of the Council as well if the wedding doesn't take place," you told him, your broken lower lip shivering as you spoke, "They said my lip wouldn't be the only thing broken if I refused... The engagement will be announced publicly tomorrow."

Your gaze fell to the floor, guilty for not achieving the result you needed. You would never forgive yourself if Viktor's plans and dreams got stuck because of you, you couldn't even imagine how he'd feel knowing all he worked so hard for vanished because of a love that couldn't be. But Viktor didn't care, he only focused on the bruises on your face and felt rage burning up inside him. He failed to protect you. Not only did you face your biggest fear for him but resulted hurt because of it. He felt powerless, useless for the first time in years. His grip on the cane tightened till his knuckles turned white.

You hissed softly when he touched your bruised cheek as he held your face in his hands, tilting your head up to look at the damage he felt he caused. Tears he refused to let out gathered in his eyes, giving his golden eyes a heartbreaking shine. Your eyes closed as he leaned towards you, placing a tender kiss on your forehead before speaking.

"Marry him."

And there he was, late at night trying to work on the Hexclaw with his mind made a mess from the talk you had. Guilt for what happened to you; jealousy for Jayce unknowingly taking you away from him; hatred for your Councilor parents, whose cruel mindset would plan anything to keep you far from him.

He frowned at the blueprint in front of him before throwing it to the floor with anger, followed by a spanner that clanked noisily as it hit the tiles. He got up with the help of his cane and fell roughly on the only couch that existed in the lab. Head against the backrest as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

That was it, he needed to let you go for your own safety. His eyes itched from the accumulated tears he held back as he remembered all the moments you shared and would never come back. A future ghost in both of your lives. He knew he would see a shadow of you no matter where he went. Too many first times were shared with you. And he didn't know it yet, but he'd vow later on to never open his heart to another love.

Unlike your secret, that vow never broke.

A loud knocking on the door shook him out of his thoughts. "Viktor, please open the door! We can't end things like this." Your voice broke when you finished the sentence.

He walked towards the door and looked at it doubtfully, his hand clenching to the door handle, wavering about opening or not.

Your hand held his and guided him to the couch when he opened it, sitting down next to each other. The comfortable silence you once shared was now filled with heartbreak. He wanted to scream, beg you to run away with him, he wanted to punch Jayce even when it wasn't really his fault... it wasn't your fault either, nor his, and that made him even more desperate. His head rested on your shoulder, his uneven breathing calming down when he felt your familiar touch lightly playing with his hair. He didn't notice before, but you were wearing a white dress. A sad chuckle left his lips. He would never see you wearing white as you walked towards him down the aisle, and the next time he would see you wearing white will be in a wedding he wasn't the groom in. He raised his head and pressed his forehead against yours, tears threatening to come out as he closed his eyes. The silver moonlight peeking from the window as your only witness.

"Would you grant a doomed lover one last night next to the love of his life?" He whispered over your lips.

You nodded softly but still replied. "I was about to ask you the same question."

The tears finally rolled down his cheeks when your lips touched his, noticing you were crying as well. It was soft, tenderly slow. You were planning on savoring every bit of what was left of the night together. He left a path of kisses down your neck, pressing his lips longer against your skin when he reached the curve between your neck and shoulder, getting drunk on the lovely scent of your perfume, carving it inside his memory. You held him close as his hands wandered on your back, zipping down your dress carefully as you stole another kiss from him, running your hands on his fluffy chestnut locks. He took off your dress, leaving you only with your panties on.

"Please undress me, my love," he asked you, his voice coming out more gentle than usual.

You left a tender kiss on his forehead before doing as he wished, undoing his tie and white vest with ease. You unbuttoned his shirt, leaving warm kisses down every bit of flesh displayed. The shirt slipped down his shoulders once you were done, exposing the mole he had on his neck completely, a weak spot of his you knew too well. The relaxed gasp he let out when he felt your lips against it was sweeter and deeper than you remembered.

You would have pulled his pants down if he didn't lay you down on the couch, carefully placing your head on the armrest as his fingers hooked on the only piece of clothing that remained on your body. His eyes wandered your naked physique, a desperately loving glance focusing on every part of the body he adored, hoping the image would never leave his memories as he settled between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders before burring his mouth on your entrance.

The moans that escaped your lips as he ate you out were all he needed to hear to get himself hard, his strong grip never leaving your thighs as he enjoyed the sweet taste on his tongue as its attention traveled to your clit. The light tugs on his hair as you pulled him even closer made his licking and sucking increase, driving you close to the edge as his name filled the room in between whimpers and panting.

He enjoyed going down on you, not only for your but for his own pleasure. The view of you rolling your eyes blank and a lazy smile decorating the whimpers that escaped your lips made him want to devour you completely. His tongue played skillfully with your clit, making your moans louder and louder for his delight as he felt your legs trembling, gently squeezing the sides of his head.

He wanted you to need him as much as he did, so he separated from your wet cunt, mouth full of your taste. He pulled down his trousers and underwear, sitting properly on the couch as his eyes begged you to get on top of him and finish the job he began. You gave him a sighed chuckle once you regained a bit of strength on your legs, crawling on the couch until you sat on top of him, your legs kindly hugging on the sides of his hips as his slender fingers dug in the skin of your waist, pulling you closer against his chest and erection. He fondled your breasts with care as his mouth took over one of your nipples, enjoying the delightful shivers on your body while your nails adorned his back with faint scratches that made him crazy, filling his mind with only the thought of pleasing you.

"I'm yours, Viktor," you whispered in his ear as you raised your hips, the tip of his dick brushing your wet entrance, "body and soul, completely yours."

A relieving moan escaped his lips as you lowered your body, taking him in completely. His face buried in your breasts, grip lowering to your hips as you began moving masterfully on top of him. He helped you, guiding you to a pace he knew you'd love as much as him, thrusting his dick inside and reaching your sweet spot with ease. The pale moonlight covered your body as your skin burned against his, breasts subtly bouncing as your eyes closed, lost in sensation. It was a divine scenery for him, which he admired, passion and tenderness coating every pleasing touch he left on your skin.

"Say that again," he begged in between moans.

"I-fuck. I'm yours, Viktor."

One of his hands pulled your face down by the chin, making you lock eyes with him. A needy glow filled his golden iris as his thumb softly brushed your broken lip. Your bounces on top of him became hard but intoxicatingly slow, making both of you enjoy every thrust as your thoughts clouded deep in heavenly pleasure. He felt your warm insides tightening around him, torturously amusing, driving him close to coming with every second that passed.

"Again," he gasped.

"I love you, Viktor. I'm yours."

Your moans drowned on his lips as he kissed you, desperate for your touch as your hips began moving rougher and faster, hitting and brushing your g-spot till all you could think about was the burning pleasure he was indulging you with. His lips left yours as he pressed them on the crook of your neck, biting and sucking just hard enough to leave a mark, tiny evidence of the night you shared. One of his hands traveled to your clit, rubbing it with his skilled fingers, just what you needed to lose yourself in delight and satisfied desire. It didn't take you long to reach your climax, followed closed by him as you called his name while coming undone on top of him. Even if you both came together, his movements didn't stop beneath you, prolonging your orgasm as his thrusts continued, slower and careful, savoring the remaining moments you would ever share in each other's company.

He kissed you one last time as he stopped his movements, staring at you with his —now— nostalgic eyes full of love and treasured memories. You responded his gaze as your breathing turned even again, close enough to feel his on your lips.

"I love you too, Y/n, heaven knows I do." A silent tear rolled down his face as his fingers traced abstract figures on your back. "And I know I'll never stop doing so, but I love you enough to put you first. I love you enough to let you go."

Your hearts beat to the same rhythm as he pressed his chest against yours, making sure you were still there with him, holding you into his arms just for a few more seconds.

Or at least that's would have happened if he decided to open the door.

He stood still, removing his grip from the door handle as he rested his forehead against the door, not knowing you were in the same position as him from the other side. Two broken hearts that couldn't get what they deserved, not even a proper closure you needed without shattering to pieces. Not being able to let go of your feelings nor consume them how you always dreamed of.

"Viktor please, open the door," you cried, twisting the outside door handle, desperately trying to open it to get to Viktor.

It was a lost cause, he always locked the door no matter what.

He bit his lip as he felt the tears he tried to hold back finally rolling down his face, getting lost on the marble floor. But his hand remained on the side of his body while the other supported himself with help of his cane. He could he'd fall to the floor if his grip on it wasn't as tight.

Opening the door would make things harder for both of you, he knew that. And even if he wanted to hold you one last time, he couldn't bring himself to say the last goodbye to his first and last love.

Your sobbing was faint, but he heard them clearly as he cried as well. It tore him apart, but you both were already too attached. Seeing each other right now would calm his heart, but would leave him yearning for more as well.

"Viktor, please..." you begged one last time before you gave up. No other words left your mouth, they were drowned by despair already.

Just like him, your grip on the handle disappeared. Two remaining hearts beating to a now different rhythm.

I love you, heaven knows I do. But I love you enough to put you first.

I love you enough to let you go.

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[thytaenic]

You're writing is so cute! If requests are open may I request a scenario where Characters Riddle, Kalim, and Azul meet their fiancé? Like arranged marriage AU!

Aligning The Stars

in which you, a busy person are tied to an arranged marriage and so, the first time you meet them was unexpected for you and marked as the best day in your calendar.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

bcs this is my first request, i hope it meets your expectations ! im still trying to figure out what to put for the rules of requests and i might’ve also overwritten these scenarios. anyway, enjoy <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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ʚɞ ～ ❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ❞

╰‧₊˚ riddle rosehearts, kalim al-asim, azul ashengrotto x fem!mc

Bakes For You, a bakery shop handled by (y/n) and two of her friends, ace trappola and deuce spade. for the past few days, the shop has received a lot of requests from birthday cakes to farewell cakes too. as a professional baker, she managed to keep up with the deadlines and delivered a great service to her customers.

(y/n) who's in her early 20s was set up in an arranged marriage by her parents with a nobleman's son, most likely her father's friend. because of her packed schedule, (y/n) had told her parents that she wont have time to find someone for her to spend the rest of her life with.

"goodbye, sweethearts. OH, before i forget. put it under the name riddle rosehearts, thats his name." they bid her mom who placed an order for her wedding a nice goodbye as she exited the shop, leaving behind a note. boy, just by looking at the note, her heart raced faster than usual.

“riddle rosehearts. riddle. riddle rosehearts. rosehearts. mr riddle rosehearts. mrs (y/n) rosehearts.” she muttered, giggling to herself at how silly she was.

who would've thought its finally her time to enjoy a marriage life? but with a stranger whom she never met. she shook away the curiosity and went back to the kitchen to start working on the order.

two days went by smoothly as the shop got busier than before. the day of her weeding drew closer too. (y/n) locked the door behind her, closing her shop for the door when she suddenly, she heard footsteps coming her way. who could it be? turning around, her eyes met with a pair of ash grey iris of a man dressed in a formal suit. they shared a look for a moment before looking away in unison. "good evening, miss. seems like your shop closed the moment i got here. i was wondeing if i could take order under the name riddle rosehearts?"

"oh, my apologies. since its a wedding cake, i was tasked to set it up on the venue tomorrow. but im guessing youre mom's assistant. may i know your name? i could tell mom about this matter." she spoke, hoping to know his name at least. she scanned the male standing before her. his eyes were red and so was his hair. but he dressed very well, maybe a nobleman? but why would her mom picked an expensive looking man to be her assistant?

the male's eyes widen, shocked at the way she's addressing him, "no, dont mind about it. i'll be going now." and so he hastily walked back into his car. 

“wait! at least, your name?”

he smiled at her, “riddle rosehearts, i’ll see you at the ceremony tomorrow then.” zooming away from the street and disappearing into the darkness of the night. truth be told, (y/n) felt a familiar sense of happiness the moment they locked eyes just now. without paying attention to the situation, she went home to rest for her wedding tomorrow but she couldnt stop thinking about him

“so thats riddle rosehearts. i wonder if he knew about the wedding.” oh but little did she knew, she managed to spark some fancy from him making the male blushed so hard that he couldnt focus his eyes on the road.

“gosh, shes so cute.” he noted, clearing her throat before continuing his drive.

"hurry up, kalim. we dont have much time."

"jamil, wait! i need to buy a gift for my future wife."

the two buddies went out to the bazaar that day to search for something needed for the dinner preparation. kalim was told to marry the Land of Sand's famous businesswoman named (y/n). speculations said that she's the nation's sweetheart.

dragging his friend past the crowds at the bazaar, they stopped in front of a huge shop building. from the glass windows, the inside was decorated with extravagant chandelier and modern setup of displays for what seems to be bottles and packs of perfumes. jamil was about to say something but was taken aback by kalim who continued to drag him into the shop. 

greeted by how good the smell of the shop is, they couldnt help but to take a long around the shop. “jamil, what do you think? do you think (y/n) will like this?”

“searching for a gift for someone special?” suddenly a voice came from the second floor of the building. a lady with a purdah on to cover half of her face came down the stairs and walked towards them, greeting with her eye-smile.

“yes, im looking for a gift for my future wife. but its going to be my first time meeting her today so i dont know what she loves.”kalim explained as she listened to him carefully. 

grabbing a glass jar from the shelves behind the two male, she showed it to kalim. “this is our new invention. its called a scented candle. when you lit this candle, it acts as a fragrance for the room its in. im sure your wife will love it.”

jamil nooded, most likely amazed. “we’ll take two of this then.”

after spending a long time at the bazaar, kalim and jamil reached the Al-Asim’s residence. they had to prepare for the joint dinner with Al-Asim’s family and the bride’s family. kalim who was excited before couldnt stand sitting in his room as he grew restless.

“nervous?”

“a little bit.”

“its time. lets go to the hall to greet them.”

the two of them walked down the corridor of the mansion, passing through several rooms and even the garden before reaching the door. the long haired male pushed open the door, revealing a long dinner table with lots of chairs. the food were looking so mouth-watering too. at the other end of the hall stood a group of people.

approaching the group, kalim spotted a familiar figure among the people. finally, theyre together with the group. jamil on the other hand facepalmed when he saw (y/n) standing next to her father. “ah, kalim. meet (y/n), shes the one i told you about.”

changing looks with (y/n), the white-haired male’ eyes widen but this time with a smile on his face. “pleasure to meet you again, (y/n). please take this. do you love it?”

(y/n) chuckled and gently accepted the gift from him, “i did tell you that your wife will love it, no? because i really love it, kalim.”

azul ashengrotto, the current owner of the well-known Mostro Lounge which had over 20 branches was rumored to marry a woman of his parents' choice. no wonder he's every girls ideal type. but the rumor really started a huge issue in social medias. speculations, gossips, old stories, you name it.

netizens went crazy over this. as for azul, its a good thing their parents managed to find the best bride for him despite their packed schedules. fiance or not, strangers or friends, he only hoped for one thing which is to be able to marry a woman who can accept him for who he is. and once the rumor calmed down for a bit, its finally an ideal time for the two parties to meet each other.

"azul, personally speaking from a friend of yours. you'll have to spend more time with your future wife more than doing business." jade who was one of azul's friend suggested to him. knowing how busy he was, marriage is a good way to keep him from working too hard and staying up until late night.

recalling back jade's word, his heart went restless and raced faster. is it really a good choice? upon entering the fancy restaurant he booked for the meeting, azul went to the receptionist to look for the reserved table and thus, he was brought by the waiter to a table full of people. his parents spotted him firstand stood up to welcome him. "we're so glad you could make it, azul dear."

"its only natural for me to attend this meeting, no? greetings, mr and mrs (l/n)." azul said, shaking hand with (y/n)'s father who pulled him into an unexpected embrace. standing next to him was (y/n) dressed in a beautiful purple dress.

(y/n) politely bowed to greet azul but was caught off guard when the male gently took her right hand, drawing it close to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on her knuckle. such a gentleman, she thought. "im honored to finally meet you, (y/n). i hope i dont keep you waiting."

"of course not, dont worry about it. i just arrived here too." she replied, smiling at azul who failed to control his excitement at how cute she was. she then gestured everyone to take their seats. dinner were served quicker than they expected and they enjoyed the evening, taking the opportunity to get to know each other better. he learned that (y/n) was also a businesswoman and this is certainly a chance to broaden his business with collaborations.

once the dinner was coming to its end, azul excused himself first from the gathering to go back to his office. "leaving already? at least bring her h-”

“who said im leaving her? i was about to take a night drive. care to join me, (y/n)?

they walked away from the parents and bid them goodbye before exiting the restaurant and walking towards azul’s car. for being a gentleman he was, azul helped her to get to the passenger’s seat before entering the car too. “so, why do you accept it?”

“the marriage? because i wa-’

“money? i can give you money and we can stop this marriage.”

it was unbelievable for (y/n) to hear that coming from azul ashengrotto. he realised his words too and sighed. he was harsh, he didnt know what has gotte into him. was it because he saw the worst in marriage life? or was it because marriage life will affect his business?

“i didnt say that. i never said that, azul. i accepted because i wanted to know you better. and to love you too. is that wrong? tell me, what part of wanting to love you and wanting your love is wrong in your eyes? i know we just met tonight but part of me wanted this arrange marriage to be considered based on love, and not just because its arrang-” (y/n) ranted out, getting furious and was about to say more when a pair of arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her into such tight and warm embrace. azul sighed, tightening the hug more.

“lets get married soon then.”

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”