#Melodic Hard Core

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Melancholia by LAAKE 🎹

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A Moment's Reprieve

summary | Aemond just can't seem to get a moment alone with you, driving him to the point of madness.

pairing | aemond targaryen x wife!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI!, lil quickie, rough sex, aeggy cameo <3, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, not proofread :P

wordcount | 3.3k

note | hi, it's been a minute <3 feeling kinda meh about this but i hope u guys like it!

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

It was hard to fuck while wearing leather. The heat from Aemond’s body was so easily trapped in its wall, dissipating into fat droplets of sweat cascading down his back. Moving around was no easy feat either, but the momentary suffering would have to suffice. He was easily lost enough in the fire in his loins that burned hotter than the damp flush creeping up his chest. His thrusts were hasty, his grip on your exposed breasts tight as he slammed himself in and out of your core.

On better days, he would have taken the time to take you apart piece by piece, perhaps starting with his mouth on your sweet cunny, but you both hardly had time to even undress. Your skirts were carelessly rucked up to your hips, neckline haphazardly unbound just enough to free your teats, while your husband had lowered his breeches just enough to expose his hard, swollen cock before he drove into you. Your grip on his bicep was tight, while your nails dug into the bedpost with the other for support as you stood by the bed’s edge. The pulsating of your core was enough to drive him mad, the dizzying haze of desire overwhelming his wife just as it did with him. 

“H-husband, I’m so close,” you moaned in his ear, head leaned back into his chest. He must have grunted something in response, though he wasn’t sure he even heard himself, voice lost in the din of loud smacking of his trim hips against your plump arse, and your sweet melodic mewls. The rising heat in his belly let him know he was right with you, only a few thrusts behind the release that threatened to overtake him. It was easy to get lost in it all— in you, in your warm, perfect walls. So much so his thrusts turned even more desperately erratic as his body moved in its own accord, his usually alert mind hardly registering the creaking of wood and the sudden breeze into his marital chambers.

Then he heard cackling.

“Seven fucking Hells, brother!” 

Aegon stood at the threshold, one hand still on the doorknob and the other clutching his stomach as he doubled over in laughter. The younger whipped his head at the intrusion, eyes widening before shifting to cover you with his body. He heard you gasp, before scrambling to cover your exposed chest away from Aegon’s curious eyes. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Aemond barked, turning to move to storm over where the idiot stood when he caught his brother eyeing the exposed flesh of your upper thigh, but your firm hand on his wrist kept him where he was to save yourself the last bits of dignity. 

“I… ha!” the elder snorted, laughter finally dying down into low chuckles that rumbled from his chest. He exhaled a deep sigh, dramatically wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Mother sent me to call on you because court starts in five minutes and she believes the Seven Hells have cooled over when she found me ready before you, but I guess you were preoccupied, eh?” he shrugged, amethyst eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint that irked Aemond to no end. “Dear me, fucking before noon? And I thought I was oversexed.”

“Shut up before I make you,” Aemond seethed. His wife sighed, peeking over his shoulder to speak to Aegon.

“Would you give us a few moments, brother? Let Her Grace know we will be right out,” you asked softly, smiling sweetly enough to earn a tight squeeze on the hips from your dragon in warning. 

“Of course, best to, uh, finish up then,” he responded, wagging his finger mockingly before turning to leave, snickering. “Good to know I had you taught well, Aemond!”

“You fucke–”

The door slammed shut before Aemond could finish, sighing against your temple in exasperation from the ruined moment. The soft kiss on his cheek was hardly enough to make up for it, the humiliation in his chest killing whatever drive in his gut. He begrudgingly tucked his softened length back into his breeches before helping you with your laces. You turned to face him once your dress had been rightened, hugging his waist and leaning your chin against his chest. 

“Such a shame, everything was feeling so good,” you pouted up at him. Aemond grunted in agreement, head still running hot in annoyance.

Surely, the court wouldn’t be too curious if his brother strolled in with a bruise on his face. He’d been in worse shape before, what was a little marked-up cheek?

There must be some sick game the gods were playing on Aemond. They were teasing him, testing to see how long he could withhold being unable to have a moment alone with his wife before going completely mad. Court took up a better part of his afternoon, long hours of appeals and hearing whatever problems their people wished to voice. It took much of him to keep his eye forward, ignoring the heat radiating off the flesh of your arm that was warmed by the sticky air of the mid-summer sun filtering into the throne room, while you stood by your husband’s side, his nose engulfed by the flowery sweetness wafting from your hair.

Supper was just as torturous, though having you sat by his side slightly made up for it, and teasing you under the table was a good way to pass the time. Aemond’s rough fingertips crept up your skirts and took hold of your thigh, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t relish in the way you swatted his hand away in panic, cheeks growing adorably flushed. With dessert promptly served and devoured, the one-eyed prince all but jumped from his seat, your hand in tow to lead you back to the privacy of your chambers, but the deep drawl of his grandsire’s voice halted him before anything else, inviting him to the Tower to speak on a matter of the utmost discretion. He let your hand go with a scowl, helplessly watching you walk off into the direction of your apartments.

His grandsire sat him down to talk until well into the night, speaking in hushed tones of a matter of concern in the Reach. He was to fly to Oldtown to settle brewing disputes in the Hightower seat in his grandsire's stead, a task entrusted to him that required his sharp eye and his partiality to matters of politics. 

His steps were heavy on his return, his chest even heavier, and when he finally crossed the threshold of your spacious apartments, you were deep into your slumber. You snuggled up into his side of the bed, arm extending to where he should have been. When a responsibility like this would’ve once had Aemond eager to fly out at first light, he found himself unable to tear himself away from you when duty called, having found a home in your arms that sheltered him with warmth and lightness his reality was so deeply void of. 

He was gone for a sennight—a slow-passing, cruel week.  

The separation was torturous, and not a moment passed where your husband’s mind didn’t wander to his sweet wife. He’d tucked one of your handkerchiefs into his pocket before his departure, tracing the embroidered curves of your initials with his thumb when he grew agitated within Oldtown’s walls. They had given him a comfortable accommodation, a bed much too large to sleep in alone. Aemond had grown spoiled with your warmth, and with this temporary withdrawal, sleep came miserably.

At the week's end, disagreements were smoothed and hands were shaken. Aemond took to the skies, not a second too soon after the Lord Hobart thanked him for the crown’s aid, his longing for home shamelessly showing itself in the tension in his shoulders every minute he was there. Daeron would have to forgive him for not flying together as much as the younger wished, but his brother, ever the kindest out of all the dragon princes, saw him off with a nod of understanding and a firm pat on the back, whispering the promise of his own return to their family. 

Vhagar traversed the horizon at a speed unexpected for her size and age, but his old girl shared her rider’s wish for home. They cleared the distance in a day, and the returning prince was greeted by Ser Criston and a wheelhouse that would take him back to his home, to you.

But the gods wouldn’t grant Aemond reprieve that easily. 

The streets bustled with life as the carriage rolled through the cobbled streets. He had returned just in time for his father’s nameday, a week-long celebration for the ailing king that called for the grandest celebration, with music, wine, and dancing for guests hailing from all over the realm. Aemond watched through the thin slits of the carriage— faces passing in a blur, voices of every pitch overlapping the other. His brow furrowed in perplexion when they took a sudden turn, an unexpected route that led him away from the hill leading to the Keep, but right to the middle of the celebrations— the melee.

“Queen’s orders, my prince,” Cole explained, standing stoically in front of the brooding prince. “She wished to have you join the celebrations as soon as you returned, have the family all present in front of the people.”

Aemond grumbled under his breath all the way up the steps to the royal box, plopping exhaustedly into his seat beside Aegon. The elder patted him hard on the back, adding to his aggravation, clearly oblivious to his dampened mood. “Good to have you here in time to join us, brother, Reyne’s just about to fuck Tarly up,” he cackled, taking a big swig of his wine. 

“A change of clothes first would have been nice,” Aemond huffed, ignoring the battling knights as he looked around for his wife. He twisted around his seat in confusion at the absent sight of you, earning a look from his grandsire that had him uncharacteristically slumping in his seat.

“She’s with Helaena,” Aegon said, whose eyes stayed glued to the violent display before them. “Orwyle said it was ill luck for pregnant women to look upon violence or whatever he was on about. Your wife’s keeping her company.”

Aemond sighed defeatedly, his chest twinging with annoyance. Of fucking course. Everything seemed to be working against his wishes, toying with his already short patience. Gods be damned, they would know better to keep a man like him away from his wife. Perhaps this made him seem like an addict, no better than a drunk stuck to his bottle or a pervert to a whore, but he was well past the point of denying it. You were a part of him, whether either of you could help it or not.

He turned to his mother, who sat frowning with a hand half-covering her face as she watched on, muttering some half-excuse of wanting to freshen up and be rid of the smell of dragon on his skin before enjoying the festivities. The queen granted him leave with the ghost of a quirk on her lips and a knowing look, waving him off dismissively with a ringed hand.

He all but dashed the way back to the Keep, strides large and booming through the halls back to Maegor’s Holdfast. His pulse thumped heavily in his ears, his chest sparked with a renewed lightness with every step closer. Aemond found you in his sister’s apartments, sat on the settee as you embroidered. 

Your head shot up as the door swung open, eyes brightening like a starry night when they landed on him. “Aemond!” you gasped, promptly jumping up from your seat and into his arms. With how tight your arms wound around his neck, it was clear his dearest wife was just as tortured as he. 

Aemond nuzzled his nose into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your skin he had missed dearly. With you back in his arms, right where you belonged, everything felt warm. He felt near bursting at the seams, his body immediately responding to the heat of your body pressed against his. His lips found yours on instinct, hungrily devouring the sweet taste he’d grown starved for. Large, calloused hands wandered on their own, finding purchase on your rear with a tight squeeze. It made you whine, pulling away in haste to glance at a sleeping Helaena.  Her third pregnancy often had her weary, as she was now, laid on her bed, with the twins tucked on either side as they slept through the peaceful haze of the late afternoon.

“Come,” your husband ordered, grasping your wrist to pull you out of the room. The growing fire in his loins left him too impatient to lead you up another flight of stairs where your apartments were, urgency nagging at him to hasten lest someone called for him to return to the melee. He led you with quick steps to the end of the hall, in a quiet alcove where he pressed you against the wall, caged between his arms.

His mouth devoured yours, tongue slithering into the warm cavern and dancing with your own. It soon descended onto the length of your perfumed neck, nipping and biting at the spots that pulled deep, pleasant sighs. Your hands gripped his doublet, subtly pushing him away as you called his name.

“Husband, h-here?” you asked, mewling as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot below your jaw. You were right, this wasn't exactly an ideal location for your reunion, but he was pressed for time, and having to wait to have you until nightfall would drive him to insanity.

“There’s not one soul around, dearest,” he said into your skin, parting with a kiss on the fresh mark. With the inhabitants of the Keep all away at the tournaments, the halls were empty enough, save for the occasional passing servant and the knight standing guard outside Helaena’s door. With the near ravenous state Aemond was in, he could give less fucks who could witness him taking his wife. Your skirts were messily rucked up to your hips, wandering hand dipping past your smallclothes and finding your heat, already dripping in sweet arousal. “Did you miss me this much, wife? You’re already soaked,” your husband chuckled devilishly, eye darkening when you bit your lip as he teased your slit. 

You nodded at him eagerly, a whine rising from your throat when his fingertip brushed against your pearl. “You were gone for too long, husband. It has been miserable without you. When I saw Vhagar fly over the city I could have dashed to the gates myself if Helaena didn’t need me,” you pouted. His heart swelled at your sweetness, peppering adoring kisses onto your hairline as you pulled him in even closer.

“I have been tormented just the same, my love. Every day that passed, you were all I thought about,” he whispered. “No one will keep me away from you now, sweet girl, I promise you.” 

Somewhere in the frenzy of tongue and spit, your smallclothes fell to the stone floor and his breeches were aptly unlaced. Your smaller, dainty hand wrapped around his hardened length, stroking his leaking cock. Gods, it was pathetic how he could come from your slightest touch. He grasped your wrist to stop you, gulping as he continued to twitch in your hold.

“Wait,” he huffed. The need possessed him with a primal urge, prompting him to grab hold of both of your thighs to lift you off your feet. With you pressed against the wall and holding onto his shoulders for dear life, Aemond sunk you onto his cock, down onto the hilt. There was little time to savor the subtle pulsating of your walls, his hips taking on a steady pace from the start. “Fucking... finally,” he grunted.

You bounced in his firm hold, lower back rubbing against the rough stone, but you didn’t seem to mind one bit. Quite the opposite, rather, with the way you openly moaned, your voice echoing through the dim hall. “Gods!” you whined. Your husband’s pace suddenly shifted, hips starting to slap more ferociously against yours. Any soul who would have the misfortune to walk these halls at this very moment would hear you from the opposite end from the resounding rhythm of skin against skin.

“There are no gods here, wife, just you and I,” Aemond growled against your ear, before biting down on your shoulder, making you squeal even louder.

“I– mmph! Ah, Aem–” Any semblance of coherence on your usually pretty head dissipated in a heady jumble. It made your husband smirk, despite the heat starting to tingle in the back of his neck.

“Something to say, my love? Or have I already fucked you into a loose whore, hm?” he taunted, chuckling under his breath when you merely whined in response. He was starting to overheat in his leathers, the sharp warmth in his nape slowly trickling down his spine to signal the start of his end. Something deep within his core made his abdomen flex, the ache in his thighs no match for the utter bliss of the warm embrace of your lovely cunt. With your legs wrapped around his trim waist, his hand raised to the back of your head, fingers wrapping around your hair to pull your forehead against his. He quickened his pace to spur you to your end first, thumb rubbing your pearl in tight circles. “Come for me, wife. I want to feel you spill around me. Go on,” he rasped, breath hot in your ear.

His wife was a moaning mess. You were never this loud, even in the privacy of your own chambers, but the separation had you desperate, heart sticky with need in a way you had never let yourself be before. He and you were both the same in this way, never too forward with what you wanted, until desire ate away at you from within and you started to lose better thinking.

With a particular harsh thrust, your release broke with a moan that Aemond was sure had echoed to the White Sword Tower. He came no second later with a lower, quieter grunt into your neck, spilling thick ropes of his warm seed into your quivering cunt.

You both stayed there for a second, breaths heavy and minds still in a cloud. Aemond placed you back onto your feet, though wobbly. He huffed amusedly, earning a warning smack on his chest as you furrowed your eyebrows playfully. His lips placed a kiss on your damp forehead, and you kissed his scarred cheek in return. For a second, you only looked at him, your flushed cheeks lifted in a smile, and it made him happy. 

An echo of clinking steel let Aemond know his time was up. He made sure your dress had been rightened and your hair smoothed before tying his breeches back up. The prince peeked to see Cole coming up the staircase, no doubt sent by his mother to take him away again. He sighed heavily, nuzzling one last time into your neck as you rubbed his back comfortingly. “You should go. Mustn’t let your mother fret,” you said softly. Your husband merely grunted in response, savoring the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 

A clear of the throat from the knight made Aemond finally pull away, frowning despite the pleased smile on your lips as you smoothed his doublet. He parted with a kiss all-consuming, and whispers of a promise to fetch you the moment he could. 

His return to the royal box came with much reluctance, though his demeanor visibly changed. The tension was gone in his shoulders, his aura different, and his face not so grim anymore. He settled back into his seat with a deep exhale, directing his attention to the faceless lordlings swinging swords much too large for them, though his mind stayed in an alcove somewhere in the Keep. 

Beside him, Aegon yawned loudly, having grown deathly bored with the melee. Sensing the younger’s subtly brighter demeanor, he snickered under his breath. “Feeling rather refreshed now, are you?” he teased. 

Aemond’s gaze flickered to him in a glance, turning back to watch the young Bolton land the winning blow. “Hm, yes, quite.” He lifted his hand to a squire for wine, taking a small sip to quench his parched throat.

“Even without a proper change of clothes?” Aegon pushed, raising his brow mockingly. He cackled as Aemond shifted in his seat, a warning glare in his lone eye. The elder, unbothered, merely patted his brother’s knee as he shook his head. “Good for you, brother.”

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, soft dom nanami, praise, p in v, mdni.

husband nanami was a patient man. he treated you like glass, so delicate—he didn’t want to ever break you. with something as passionate as intimacy though, he made sure to go slow and take his precious time with you. after all, you were his baby. yet, there’d be one time where you ask for him to be a bit more rough. just a little, he playfully raises a eyebrow at you before swiping a thumb underneath your chin. “go r…rougher?” and his words were a mere sweet whisper.

“y- yes, ‘s okay, ‘ken,” you’d nod with a tiny tremor in your voice. as he’s giving you slow, deep strokes, the heel of your foot sensually rubs down against his back. pulling him closer to you, you coat the edge of his twitching pink lips with chaste kisses. “i can handle it, promise.”

“okay, sweetheart,” a soft, genuine smile pulls against the crevices of his mouth before he returns the kissing gesture, a candied mwah. grabbing your knees, he gently moves them up toward your jostling chest. “you’re so perfect,” he groans, hearing each lewd moan elicit out of your throat like it was nothing. “mhm, hold my hand. good girl,” he breathes, his sloppy hits against your core starting to quicken and you bite your lip. in a heaving voice, he buries his face into your neck. a strong musk of cologne wafting against your nostrils. “if you want me to go rougher, i’ll go rougher, my love. just for you.”

his pace was swift and gentle—mahogany colored irises of his continue to pour into your gaze. nanami feels his heart flutter once your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. with a single arm, you drag him further into you, another hand squeezing onto his. masses of fingers intertwine between each other as you moan from his touch. with nanami accelerating in a more quick pace, he presses a kiss against the bridge of your nose.

“t- this . . alright, sweetheart?” he asks in a soothing tone, an eyebrow entwining as he meets your loving stare. god, you were just so beautiful like this underneath him. he could stare at you all day and not get bored of your beauty right in front of him. “not going too hard, am i?”

“yes, ‘s good, baby.” you nod, feeling his grip against your left hand tighten just a bit more.

with a concise sharp piston of his hips, he’s more forward and he sibilates a groaning grunt the second he feels your soddened walls grip against him in such a compressing way. as if you thought you were clingy with nanami—your pussy was even greedier, hugging tightly onto his shaft as if you never wanted to let go. granted, you didn’t.

not now, not ever..

as you depart your fingers from his, you start to feel up against nanami’s bulky arm as he’s repeatedly jerking into you. he’s panting, blond strands of hair run down his face and he has to constantly shift his head back so he can look at you. he relishes in your cute expressions—his favorite part of intimacy was to just stare into those pretty eyes of yours that successfully captured his heart.

you moan again, your hand trailing down against the veins near his arms—he’s so beefy. your fingers then reach near his wrist. clammy digits of yours ghost against the frigid texture of his pricey g-shock that swaddles around his wrist. the watch’s been broken for years, but it was a gift from you so he still proudly wears it. flaunting it with a sweet smile on his face everytime.

“f- fuuuck,” you start to babble, feeling his twitching cock continue to pump you full of staggering inches. your ankles rub all against the outer sides of his back to where it almost tickles him. nanami’s moaning right with you—hot chest pressing up against yours. skin ruthlessly slapping so loud that it’s reverb echoes throughout the entire room. it’s like a song of its own, the bed chimes in to pitch a few notes as well from the constant melodic creaking. “don’t stop, kento. ‘s good, i love you.”

“sweetheart,” he inhales a sharp breath, dimples poking against the corners of his mouth. you’re so whiney, he grips against the fat of your thighs with a single hand before you feel him still bottoming out from the inside. “oh, dear. mhm, you drive me crazy, you know that?” and his voice was lighthearted, he was still moaning himself before he’s still stretching your walls out in the process. as his chest heaves, nanami presses a long, adoring kiss against your lips before he cups your chin. “i love you too. more than you could ever know..”

[wildestdreamsblog]

Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

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If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2 sneakpeak, Part 2, Part 3 sneakpeak, Part 3

[belovedhoon]

simulation

pairing: camboy! sunghoon x bff! reader genre: smut, fluff fandom: enhypen wc: 4100+ contains: smut, fluff, unprotected sex (just dont do this), recording of sex, perv y/n, roughish sex, choking, slight size kink taglist: @st1llm0nster , @hmusunoo , @lonelybutterflytae divider credit: @cafekitsune

synopsis: sunghoon is a very popular camboy with a huge following unbeknownst to his best friend y/n. what happens when y/n stumbles across ‘iceprince02’? what happens when she realizes it’s her best friend sunghoon, surely she’ll stop watching right?

fic under the cut >>>>>

Y/N was scrolling through a popular cam sight when she stumbled across ‘iceprince02’ who was live at the moment of her endless scrolling to find something or rather someone good to get a quick self-made orgasm through. What made her click on this particular camboy was his pale-toned stomach and pretty cock. She clicked on his live after it had prompted her to make an account, and she came up with the username ‘xo_darling_xo’ on a whim. When she was finally able to click on the live, her eyes widened at the man’s deep husky voice. ‘He sounds so hot’ she thought to herself. She watched as he had his hand wrapped around his long pale cock, the girth looked like it would stretch her out just right. Y/N got comfortable in her bed, up against her headboard, and began to slowly bring her hand down her chest slowly.

Y/N brought her hands to the waistband of her sleep shorts before stopping. Was she really about to get off to some random dude jacking his shit on camera? Yes, yes she was, Y/N was down bad, so very down bad… You slid your hands down towards your waistband again this time not hesitating to slip your hand into your shorts and rub gently against your throbbing clit, mentally patting yourself on the back for forgoing panties tonight. You observed your laptop screen closely as the man on screen who called himself ‘ice prince’ dragged his hand slowly up and down his cock, squeezing at the base when he would feel himself getting close to his high. He didn’t want to come so quickly and ruin the fun so soon, he knew that he could go again after he came but he really didn’t feel like overstimulating himself too much today…so he just stuck to edging himself. You watched entranced at the sight of his buff arms flexing every time he stroked his very hard cock. How were you feeling so close just from rubbing your clit? That’s unheard of for you, it usually never being enough stimulation for you. You continued to watch with bated breath as he moved his hand faster, his deep groans and grunts going straight to your cunt. The closer ‘ice prince’ got to his high the higher-pitched his moans got and you swear you’ve never heard something so melodic and beautiful.

You could tell the very moment he was about to reach his peak by the way his stomach tensed and by his staccato moans. You were right because a few seconds later you watched as he let out one last loud groan and his thick white release squirted out spilling onto his hands and stomach. You let out a moan of your own as you came to the sight. ‘Ice prince’ stayed mostly silent while he was recovering letting out an occasional whine as he moved his hand very slowly up and down his spent length to draw out his orgasm.

As ‘ice prince’ got up off his bed to turn the live off, you noticed something in his room that shook you to your core…it’s just a coincidence, right? There is no way that you just saw the flag you had made for your best friend on his wall behind ‘ice prince’ when he moved to grab tissues right? There’s no way at all…You studied the room that this ‘ice prince’ guy was in and the realization dawned on you, wondering how you didn’t put it together sooner that this was Sunghoon…your best friend and roommate. The voice alone should have brought up some red flags but I guess in your lust-haze you didn’t even notice. Before you could process what was going through your head, ‘ice prince’ or Sunghoon rather ended the live. The post-nut clarity hitting you hard. There is no way you just came to the image of your best friend Sunghoon jerking off in his room…

You truly didn’t know how to feel about the whole situation, on one hand, you felt guilty for watching your best friend jack off, but on the other hand, you felt even more turned on at the fact that it was indeed your best friend you had just watched climax on camera… How will you face Sunghoon after this without remembering his pretty moans every time he talks?

You stayed in your room for a few seconds longer before deciding to go knock on Sunghoon’s door just to confirm it was him, not directly but just to see if there were any clues to confirm what you had just witnessed. When you knocked on his door, you heard a quiet ‘one second’ and then a few seconds after he opened the door still shirtless btw… You stayed quiet just staring at his toned chest. Sunghoon raised a thick eyebrow at your silence and intense gaze.

“Y/N? You good? Do you need something? I’m kinda in the middle of something…” Sunghoon said his voice confused yet rushed. He really didn’t need you finding out about his ‘secret’ job right now…even if it did pay the bills. He still had his camera set up, and the tissues by his bed, he hadn’t had time to get rid of the evidence before you came knocking at his door. Your eyes flitted up to his at his words, breaking you out of your filthy thoughts. You gave him one last glance before pushing past him into his room before he could protest to see his camera set up in front of his bed and you froze at the sight. Guess your suspicions were right… it was him you had just watched masturbate on camera for thousands of people. You would have never expected this from Park Sunghoon.

You stood there staring at the camera before your eyes were drawn to the tissues on his bedside table and then the flag that you had just seen on his porn live… Sunghoon watched as you observed his room and being the clever guy he is put everything together and realized you must have stumbled across his cam page. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and then turning to you and noticing your flushed face, sweaty neck, and your eyes blown wide with lust. He smirked, you weren’t disgusted no you were far from it…no you were clearly aroused. You had to of watched the full live through there’s no way you hadn’t or you wouldn’t have realized it was him.

“Y/N…I know you know what you just saw was me…and quite frankly I think you liked it, like the little pervert that you are…” Sunghoon said, his tone smug. Your eyes widened at his words, you hadn’t expected him to know you knew about his dirty little secret. You started to protest but before you could finish your sentence, he was suddenly right in front of you his breath fanning over your face. You stared up into his eyes and watched as they darkened at your flustered reaction. You truly couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your lips when he brought one of his hands to your waist and the other to your face caressing your cheek.

Sunghoon looked into your eyes gazing intensely as he brought his lips closer to your own, giving you time to back away if you wished to, if anything you moved slightly closer. He took that as initiative and closed the gap between you two crushing his lips to your own. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his soft plump lips on your own. You opened your mouth as soon as you felt him brushing his tongue on your bottom lip asking for entrance. Sunghoon slipped his tongue into your mouth pulling you closer to his body where you could feel his cock growing hard against your stomach. Finally, he pulled away so that the two of you could catch your breath.

“Now that you know my little secret, you should join me one day hm?” Sunghoon said with a smirk, chuckling darkly at the way you panicked. You stuttered not knowing how to react or what to say. There was no way in hell Sunghoon just insinuated you joining him… You just stared at him your eyes comically wide and he just laughed at your reaction before leading your stiff body to his bedroom door and all but pushing you out and closing it, you could hear the sound of it locking seconds later. You stood outside his door frozen, not properly processing what had just happened. You shook out of the weird feeling before going to your room and masturbating a second time remembering how Sunghoon’s lips felt on your own before drifting off to bed, with you guessed it…thoughts of your best friend once again.

The next few days passed by in a blur with exams coming up right around the corner. Your mind is finally preoccupied with something other than that odd situation that conspired with Sunghoon. Sunghoon seemed to forget about what had happened or maybe he was just that good at pretending it didn’t happen. It was pretty awkward for you the next morning, not knowing how to react to what had happened, but with Sunghoon he made it pretty easy to get over the initial awkwardness. The next passing days got better and better and finally, you and Sunghoon were back to your normal dynamic, well as close to normal as you could get with the fact that you couldn’t help but continue to watch his lives…not that he knew of course…you’d never let him know that fact.

Exams came and went for the both of you and finally, the semester was over which you couldn’t be happier about. Now you could relax and not have to worry about studying so much. Now that you didn’t have the distractions of exams…your mind went straight back to the night Sunghoon kissed you with so much passion and the words he said to you…surely he was joking right…? The way he said it, it seemed like he was being serious, but he also hasn’t asked you since so you were conflicted. Was you supposed to ask him? Were you supposed to go to him? At this point you had to find out, your mind was just so plagued with Sunghoon that you just couldn’t resist knowing if he was telling the truth and actually really did want you to make a video with him. So you did what any logical person would do…you walked out of your room clad in pink lacy lingerie and a matching silk robe and marched your way over to Sunghoon’s room and knocked on the door.

You heard shuffling around before the door was opened and Sunghoon was stood there bare-chested once again, bringing a sense of deja vu to you. He stared at you expectantly waiting for you to say something. You both just stood there for a few seconds more before you finally mustered up the courage to ask him what you were there to ask, the confidence from before leaving as soon as you saw Sunghoon’s pale bare chest. God, you were so down bad.

“I…Uh…I was uh…wondering if you were…if you were being serious about what you said a couple of weeks ago…” You finally stuttered out, your voice barely above a whisper. One of his eyebrows rose at your muttered words, processing what you said before a sinister grin appeared on his face. He studied how you couldn’t even look him in the eyes and how your hands were twitching with nerves. Suddenly you felt him lift your head to make you gaze straight into his dark eyes.

“Ah, I thought you’d never come crawling back…I was dead serious about what I said. I was actually just about to start another live, which I know you knew, seeing that you watch every one of my shows and know my schedule.” Sunghoon said, his tone cocky. Your eyes widened at that, how did he know that you watched all of his lives? He smiled at your shocked expression.

“You think you’re sneaky ‘darling’… you left my page up on your laptop when I borrowed it, I saw your user name…’xo_darling_xo’ very cute by the way. It suits you. I noticed every time you would join in Y/N, made me that much harder to know that my pervy little best friend was touching herself while watching me…” Sunghoon said seductively, his voice almost a growl at the end. Oh how he wished you knew that every time he did one of his cam shows he was touching himself to the thought of you in your room, your small fingers buried inside your wet cunt moaning out his name.

Sunghoon opened his door wider, gesturing you to walk inside his room. You gulped walked in slowly and stopped once you heard the door close and lock. Your senses were heightened it seemed like, your nerves going haywire. You listened closely to Sunghoon’s footsteps as he walked closer to you, and then suddenly the footsteps stopped and you felt goosebumps arise at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of Sunghoon gently turning you around, his touch scorching your skin, the feeling electric.

“Are you sure you want this Y/N? We don’t have to film this…” Sunghoon said softly, wanting to make sure you were sure and comfortable. You nodded your head eagerly, the thought of Sunghoon claiming you in front of his thousands of fans made you uncomfortably wet. Sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Sunghoon said sternly, holding your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks roughly. You whined at the feeling of his rough hand on your face.

“Yes Sunghoon…I want this…please take me on live…” You let out with a whimper. Sunghoon groaned at your desperation, his cock growing impossibly harder at your pleas. He smirked before moving his hand from your face bringing his hands down to your plump ass grabbing it firmly before pulling away from you entirely, you moaning at the loss of his body heat and touch.

“Alright baby, I’m going to start the live normally and then I’m going to announce that you’re joining…then I’m going to absolutely ruin you…” Sunghoon said his tone sultry and deep. You smiled and nodded at his words signaling you heard him loud and clear. He smiled back before he turned on the camera and his laptop, starting the live.

“Hi, my loves…we’re doing something different tonight. I have a special guest joining tonight’s live, someone very dear and special to me…I hope you all can treat her with as much enthusiasm as you do I.” Sunghoon said out loud to his streamers. He looked up at you before gesturing you to join him on the bed, to which you shyly did.

You sat on the bed beside Sunghoon, and he looked over at you smiling brightly then you both turned to the laptop to read the comments flooding in. ‘she’s so pretty…what should we address her as?’ one of the comments asked. Sunghoon thought before telling them to call you ‘darling’ seeing as that was the name you used when you first encountered his cam shows. You continued to watch as comments kept coming in commenting about how you and ‘ice prince’ were so cute together and how you two seemed like a perfect fit. There were also the dirty comments about how they wished for ‘ice prince’ to ruin you. So that’s exactly what Sunghoon planned to do…

Sunghoon gently laid you on your back on his bed, looking into your eyes for discomfort the whole time he did so. You looked up at him with eager, desperate eyes, Sunghoon’s eyes darkening in desire. He undid your robe slowly revealing your pretty lingerie-clad body, and he groaned at the sight of you all dolled up for him. He slipped the robe off your body completely and brought his hands to your bra and unclipped it taking that off as well. His eyes zeroed in on your hard nipples and he couldn’t help but bring his mouth to the right one and begin sucking roughly, his hand going to the other one massaging it with a firm grip. You moaned out at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your erect nipple. Your hips rose trying to seek friction on your needy cunt, Sunghoon hissing at the feeling of your warmth grinding against his hard cock. Sunghoon let go of your nipple with a pop before he brought his hands to your soaked panties and slid them down your legs, tossing them on the floor beside your robe. He took off his pants, leaving him in just his briefs, and then placed his lips on yours kissing you intensely. Sunghoon began to grind his clothed cock into your clit and you couldn’t stop the whines that escaped your lips, the feeling so intense.

“Please…” You begged him, you felt like you were going to explode with how pent-up you were. Sunghoon just smirked down at you, enjoying his teasing torture on you and your body, you were just so responsive to his touch, and that made him impossibly harder. Suddenly he pulled away from you and you protested at the feeling of his body warmth gone. He just clicked his teeth and pulled his briefs down, throwing them on the floor. You could feel your mouth watering at the sight of his thick pale cock…the one you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks… You needed him in your mouth right now or you think you might die.

Sunghoon noticed the feral look in your eyes, knowing what you wanted at that moment. He moved over to where you were lying on the bed and stood and front of you in a way that was blocking the camera setup. You got up on your knees crawling toward him, you bent down toward his throbbing cock, your ass in the air. You looked up at Sunghoon through your eyelashes and studied his face and how he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. You move your hand towards him and gripped his large cock in your grasp, your hand looking tiny compared to his length. He moaned as soon as you made contact with him. You smiled innocently up at him as you brought your mouth to his pink tip. You took him further into your mouth before pulling off and then doing it again. Sunghoon got tired of your teasing real quick and grabbed your hair and pushed you further onto his cock. You gagged at the sudden intrusion and moved your hands to his thick muscular thighs gripping on for dear life as Sunghoon began to thrust his hips harshly, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Sunghoon let out deep grunts at the exertion of his thrusts and he let out an occasional long drawn-out moan at the feeling of your throat constricting around his throbbing cock. You weren’t any better honestly, letting out moans and whines at the way Sunghoon was abusing your throat. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. Sunghoon’s moans grew higher in pitch the closer he got to his climax before he suddenly groaned out that he was about to cum. He grabbed your head forcing you all the way onto his cock and cumming inside your mouth, his cock pulsating at the intensity of it. You let out a moan at the feeling of his warm cum coating your throat and mouth. Sunghoon pulled out of your mouth slowly and moaned at the sight of his cum pooling at the sides of your mouth. He then pulled you up and crashed his mouth onto yours, not caring that he had just come into your mouth.

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss and pushed you back onto the bed crawling between your spread legs. He started to kiss up your thighs, avoiding where you needed him most. If you were going to tease him, he was gonna do it 10x worse…

“Please…I need you…” You whimpered out grasping his hair between your fingers and tugging him closer to your core. Sunghoon moaned at the stinging on his scalp. Finally, he brought his mouth to your clit, licking it softly before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. You yelled a quick ‘fuck!’ at the feeling. Sunghoon looked up into your eyes as he brought two of his fingers to your slick entrance and pushed them inside you. You were a moaning, squirming mess as Sunghoon feasted on you. You could feel your high fast approaching, so you warned him, but before you could reach your much-needed high, Sunghoon removed his fingers and let go of your clit with a loud pop. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of your high being stolen away from you so rudely. Sunghoon just smirked at you, popping his finger into his mouth and moaning at your taste.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to cum on my cock darling…” Sunghoon said smugly, raising an eyebrow. You sighed nodding your head. Sunghoon then climbed on top of you, his chain dangling above your face and you couldn’t help but whine at how sexy he looked with his hair mussed up and his eyes blown wide with lust for you. You felt as Sunghoon aligned himself with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside you. Your eyes closed at the feeling of your walls adjusting to his head. Sunghoon slowly began to push himself into you, grunting at how tight you felt around him. You whimpered as you struggled to adjust to his huge size.

“Shh darling, you’re okay…You can take it…” Sunghoon wheezed out, trying so hard not to just thrust forward. You just felt so good around him, so tight. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was bottomed out inside you. He stayed still for a few more moments so that you could completely adjust before he began to thrust into you at a steady pace. You kept moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls. You could feel your high approaching once more, still feeling sensitive from your high being taken away earlier. Sunghoon could feel himself getting close as well, but he wanted you to come before he did, so he brought one of his hands to your clit and began to run it harshly. He picked up his pace until he was pounding into you as hard as he could, his headboard hitting against the wall in a repeated ‘thump, thump, thump’ sound. Sunghoon brought his other hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly and that was your downfall, being pushed over the edge as soon as you felt him choking you. You screamed out as you let your orgasm take over your body, clenching around Sunghoon tightly, your juices soaking his cock as you came hard. Sunghoon lets out a long drawn-out groan at the feeling, cumming right after you. You could feel his warm cum painting your walls and moaned at the oversensitivity. Sunghoon thrust a few more times to draw out both of your orgasms, pushing his cum deeper inside you, before pulling out of you.

Sunghoon said goodbye to the viewers and then turned off the camera. He then walked into his ensuite bathroom and grabbed a wet rag to clean you up. He walked back to where you were passed out on his bed in exhaustion. He smiled softly at the sight. You were so cute to him and he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you at that moment…you looked so peaceful and content. Sunghoon cleaned you up gently, slipping one of his shirts onto your sleeping body putting on a pair of boxers onto himself, and slipping into the bed beside you pulling you towards him. One of your eyes opened at the motions and you let out a small yawn and snuggled closer to him with a cute happy smile on your face. Sunghoon pulled the covers onto you both and thought about how you two were going to have to talk in the morning about what had conspired, but for now, he was going to hold you close to him. So he did just that drifting off to sleep, exhaustion taking over him. He didn’t know what the future would hold for you two but as long as you were happy, he was happy…

[thecheshireprincess]

hardcore smut babes. chishiya x reader and i need him to be rough but also praising you at the same time??? idk what im talking about but im sure you will make it great ilysm

You Can Take It

Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader

Summary: Being a doctor is hard work, only you can make it better.

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with a little plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, daddy kink (you know why, say it with me), a little more of a rough Chishiya, Chishiya is OOC (let's pretend he is changed by Borderland, hm?), curse words

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

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A/N: One hardcore/praise smutfic feat. Doctor Chishiya for @izzybizzyk 🫶🏻🌹

Not sure what possessed me to choose Doctor Chishiya for this, but damn I am glad for it YUM 🥵 I should have had him use the fucking belt, MISSED OPPORTUNITY (next time?)

Chishiya sighs as the warm, tranquil feeling of home washes over him; the blend of dinner cooking and your favorite bergamot candle flooding his senses. Today was the worst kind of day, filled with all the things he hated most about being a doctor; rich assholes being prioritized over sick children, entitled parents berating him over things he had no control over, the hospital being short-staffed as always - leaving the staff who were present being spread far too thinly to perform efficiently. It was all too much, and he needed relief. Needed you.

The melodic sound of your humming floats from the kitchen, echoing lightly through your shared home. Your husband imagines how pretty and soft you must look as you flit effortlessly about the space cooking for the two of you, his dress pants growing a little tighter. You are no doubt his favorite distraction from the world outside your sweet bubble of home, his stress from the day shifting quickly to desire for you.

Chishiya finds you at the stove facing away from him, still dressed in a buttoned floral blouse with the sleeves rolled up and a flowing black skirt that swirls around you as you sway to the song you're humming. He stifles a low groan as he approaches your unsuspecting form; left hand landing easily at your hip and his right arm snaking to hug your shoulders, pulling you back gently against his chest as he rocks with you to the music only you can hear. His hungry lips find the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder, eagerly sucking a colorful bruise to the surface of your delicate skin. His.

You're shaken from your own little world at his touch, gasping in surprise that your husband's finally home. You quickly melt into his arms as the clinical scent of the hospital lingering on his clothes infiltrates your senses. "Chishiya! Baby, you scared me," you chuckle, placing a hand to your chest for dramatic effect. "How was your day?" you inquire sweetly, just as kind and soft as he knew you would be tonight, completely oblivious to how turned on tense he was behind you.

He takes a beat to answer - fully invested in decorating your neck with his teeth and tongue, drawing languid moans from you. He wanted to ruin you. A Cheshire grin spreads across his face, teeth now nipping along the shell of your ear as his slender fingers ghost at your throat. "It's not Chishiya to you, not tonight," he murmurs, voice gruff and strained with something you recognize from his many years working in the hospital. Stress, desire, aching. His large thumb presses tightly against your pulse point, your quickened heart rate thumping back telling him you were just as excited for this as he was.

A pant of desire falls from your lips, experimentally grinding back against your husband's hardening member, the friction making the man gasp against your neck. You feel sinful shockwaves of excitement radiate straight to your core - Chishiya was not going to be gentle with you tonight. "Daddy?" You mewl hesitantly, unsure if this was the direction he was trying to take things, but hopeful that it was. Your husband acting like this - feral for you - was a rare occurrence, and you would always take advantage of it when you could.

The man behind you tenses, hands that had been skimming over your ribcage now frozen in place. You feel his hardened cock twitch in his dress pants against you, a low growl erupting deep within his chest. He knew he didn't give you this treatment often enough, that you would be desperate and dripping for him. And tonight, that's just what the doctor ordered.

He hums in approval, a sound more akin to a snarl, "Daddy had a bad day, kitten. Be a good girl and make him feel better." The most beautiful whimper leaves your lips when your husband spins you around to face him, shoving you roughly to the waxed tiled floor at his feet. The way you look up at him from your knees takes Chishiya's breath away - yes, this is exactly what he needed.

Your nimble fingers are quick to find his belt, eagerly yanking the piece of leather apart with a tiny clink of the buckle and granting you access into his slacks. You pull his cock out victoriously, mouth watering. He's already hard, leaking, throbbing before you even had him freed of the confines of his pants. The poor man is desperate for your touch, who are you to deny him? Chishiya hisses when you press your full, blushed lips in a chaste kiss to his tip, smearing his salty arousal along your lips. You love this part of your trysts, as evidenced by the way you're already soaking your panties, kissing and licking your husband's cock like the best lollipop you've ever had.

A now impatient growl leaves Chishiya's lips, his fingers roughly pinning back the curtain of hair that had been hiding your pretty face from him. He certainly couldn't have that. In an uncharacteristic move for the normally composed man, he bucks his hips forward, driving his cock through your lips and forcefully hitting the back of your throat. The sudden intrusion has you momentarily choking and sputtering against him, tears springing to the corners of your shining eyes. You recover masterfully, relaxing your throat and groaning deeply around his length, sending glorious vibrations through his body and straight to his core.

"Good girl," Chishiya whimpers, his hips rutting against you as he fucks your face, aching balls slapping against your chin with the force of his thrusts. His whimper of praise goes straight to your slick heat, pridefully relishing in the way you make him feel. "You're such a good fucking wife on your knees for me," he groans, glassy eyes studying your hollowed cheeks, the way you take every inch of his cock into your perfect mouth. Your eyebrows knit in your own pleasure, your cunt dripping. Life the perfect wife you are, you massage his sensitive balls with your left hand, the right digging sharp nail imprints into his ass as you draw him closer to you, nose kissing his pelvis with each drive of his hips.

Your husband's breaths come quicker and shallower on your quest towards his impending orgasm, his abdomen flexing as you take his veiny length against your tongue. The way you look up at him through tear-soaked eyelashes, soft locks entangled messily in his hands, has him whining unintelligible praises and soft, broken words.

"It's too good, angel. Fuck," he snarls, head falling back in pleasure. As much as he wants to cum like this, fucking into your pretty mouth wrapped tight around him, he pulls himself away with a wet pop.

You scowl adorably up at him with drool dripping down your chin, eyes narrowed in offense, expecting to have been fed by his hot cum shooting into your throat. "Daddy?" you question the man already yanking you up off the floor, breathless and far past desperation. "Gotta cum in your tight pussy, baby. Let me wreck you," The breath is knocked from your lungs when Chishiya's splayed palm shoves your torso down over the polished granite countertop, sending spice bottles and clean dishes clattering to the floor. The mess he makes of the kitchen only further excites him, his adrenaline coursing hotly through his body like a fever. He makes quick work of flipping your flowing skirt up and out of his way, dexterous digits sliding your panties to the side and diving between your slippery folds.

"So wet for Daddy, hm? You love choking on my cock that much?" You can only whimper, your husband's rough thumb pad brushing teasingly over your swollen clit. His thick middle finger thrusts into your hole at a steady pace, curling into the spongey spot that has you instantly seeing stars. You gasp wildly, clenching around him; the man smiling wickedly at the desperate way your body responds to him. He isn't gentle about adding his ring finger, breath hitching at the way you shudder against the cool metal of his wedding band. You're soon sobbing against the counter, head thrown in your arms as you climb your own precipice.

The rounded edge of the countertop digs into your abdomen as Chishiya covers you with his body weight, folding you in half against the surface. He pulls his fingers coated in your sweet arousal out, leaving you empty and clenched around nothing as he loops his fingers into your panties, removing the garment entirely from your body. Without warning, your husband's full length plunges into your dripping channel, your body contorting into a deep arch as you cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. You would never get used to his size. Chishiya relishes in the way your hips wriggle under him, gripping onto your throat with one hand, the other pressing into the small of your back in appreciation of your flexibility.

Your husband sets a brutal pace for the two of you, a wild, wrecked, feral sort of rhythm; his hands gripped so hard against your hips you knew there would be bruises to commemorate this session. Your tight cunt is stretched deliciously around his girth, your sopping heat enthusiastically absorbing the brunt of his stress. The sound of your arousal is dizzying, every slap of Chishiya's skin against your own echoing around the kitchen. "Fuck, you take me so well. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it?" he demands breathlessly, mind becoming hazy with lust. Your body responds violently to your husband's filthy words, your legs beginning to shake underneath you.

His cock beating against your cervix with a hard, deep cadence quickly ruins your existence. Just as he'd promised. The tight press of his fingertips against your throat, the snap of his hips into yours, the cool press of the countertop you're being fucked into, all converging and shattering your reality; your orgasm nearly drowning you in intensity as you clench around your husband's length. "Daddy!" you cry out desperately, unable to see or hear anything beyond euphoric pleasure.

Chishiya himself groans in ecstasy, the fluttering of your perfect pussy driving his own orgasm. "Fuck, baby. You're so good for me. Gonna cum, gonna fill this perfect pussy," he warns, delivering several more bruising thrusts that send you roughly into the countertop. Hot cum spurts out of him in ropes, filling your pussy and then some, his seed mixing with your juices and overflowing onto the pristine white floors.

Normally Chishiya would be done after cumming, would scoop you into his arms and coo apologies for taking his frustrations out on you. This time, though? His form remains tense. His hips don't even slow as you begin to approach overstimulation, the ridges of his cock imprinting themselves inside your tight hole. Your husband is drunk on the way his cum drips out of your pussy, gathering erotically around where the two of you are still joined together.

He still needs more. He's mesmerized by the way you writhe under him as he slams his cock deeper and deeper into you. "S-so deep, Daddy. T-too much," you mewl breathlessly, cockdrunk and keening for the man behind you.

"Come on sweetheart, you can take it," he coos mockingly, his length twitching inside you as he dominates over you. With one strong arm, he pulls your torso up to be flush against his chest, sharp teeth expertly finding his reddened mark from earlier. His free hand yanks at the delicate buttons of your pretty floral blouse, sending them cascading across the floor with force. Even through your fucked out haze you glare up at your husband for ruining your shirt, making him grin against your saliva covered skin. You're so precious to him. He'll buy you a million more shirts if you keep looking at him like that forever.

Your entire body trembles for him, unintelligible whines and moans being sung from your perfect lips, absolutely devastated and broken by him. He leans down to capture them in a wrathful kiss, never breaking stride as he pistons in and out of your pussy. With no effort at all, Chishiya has you flipped over onto your back, your shoulders resting against the counter and his body supporting the rest of your weight. It's not a particularly good or stable position, but the angle it allows your husband's cock to penetrate you is beyond worth the pain.

Your pussy tightens again around Chishiya's length, inducing another savage growl from the man. Talented fingers easily find your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub and making you gush arousal around him. "Look at how you soak me, baby. You needed this didn't you?" Your husband snarls. You nod your head weakly, broken whimpers and moans falling fast from your lips.

"Words, pretty thing. Tell Daddy how much you needed him to wreck you tonight," the man all but begs, his second orgasm cresting over the horizon. "I needed it Daddy! Please please make me cum," you beg, tears streaking down your face. Chishiya moans, fucking into you harder, faster, more brutally than before, "Cum for me, pretty baby." The sounds of your coupling are obscene, compounding with the slight pain from the position, and the absolute sinful pleasure he delivers you send you over the edge with a broken cry.

Your second orgasm shatters around you, freezing your body in place on the counter with your head thrown back against the granite; your pussy and legs spasming almost painfully with the force. You're cockdrunk and babbling incoherently, Chishiya burying himself to the hilt inside you as he spills deep inside your womb once more with a feral growl of bliss. He lifts you effortlessly to sit more comfortably on the countertop, sweaty forehead resting against yours. Both of your bodies shake in overstimulation and satisfaction, Chishiya's stress completely melted away.

For several moments, the only sounds that can be heard are your wrecked breathing, the clock ticking noisily on the wall, and the burning sizzle of the dinner you'd both long forgotten about.

Your beautiful glassy eyes find his, a hand coming up to card through his sweaty, messy locks. "Do you want to talk about it?" you finally ask him, so much love and understanding filling your eyes. The man smiles, turning to soak a towel in warm water before gently rubbing it through your folds to clean up your combined mess. When he's cared for you with great attention to detail, he presses a long, tender kiss to your swollen lips. "I think I worked it out of my system, thank you sweetheart," he says with a prideful smirk. You hum in acknowledgement, breath finally evening to a normal pace as you relax boneless against your husband's shoulder. Chishiya gratefully holds you there, rubbing one hand soothingly along your back, cooing, "My good girl. My perfect girl." You're nearly dozing off from the serenity of the moment, Chishiya pressing kisses to the side of your head and forehead, coaxing you to succumb to the rest you deserve.

Suddenly you shoot up in alarm, pulling quickly away from Chishiya and jumping down to shaky legs, "Our dinner!"

Chishiya stifles a laugh at the completely burnt and smoking food you'd been painstakingly making earlier. "Let's just order takeout and I'll run you a bath, hm?"

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RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT! S.JY

2025, ONESHOT — 5K WC. GENRE — yandere! jake, squid game! universe. WARNING — profanity, death, suggestive, force kissing turn dubcon uhhh, implied smut at the end.

NOTE wrote this since january bc of that cute guard scene in squid game lolol. jungwon is my muse and rlly wanna make this about him but for the first time jake rlly does fit the vibe here, so here's my first jakey oneshot :> not reallyyy proofread tho since this is my second blog to let go of my perfectionist habits so expect some grammar errors 🫠 ... still hope u enjoy it ♡

Every single color has its purpose and function.

Blue gives you the oceanic peace. White, an embodiment of innocence and purity. Purple, the symbol of royalty. Yellow, the glory of summer sun. Yet they don't actually exist, we only gave meaning to a bunch of fragmented lights.

Like how we framed traffic lights as the way to maintain order. Red, green, yellow—three distinct lights. Nothing too hard to obey, however no matter how much you enforce a rule, a very simple one at that—some people are bound to defy it. Why?

Because colors don't mean the same for each and one of us. There's no universal meaning to it. Red alerts people, warns them from a potential danger, but for some, it arouses their entire being. It tempts them, like a red cloth dangling before a bull bursting with flames.

And that's what Jake had always been and will always be, which explains why he ended up in this game of death.

In the vast expanse of the outside world, you could encounter countless of faces but he abhorred such tedious task. Lines contorting into what they call expressions. But here you only got two; red and green. He doesn't recognize faces, he sees colors, finding himself reacting to them more intensely, whisked away by it's whims and sways as if it was his calling.

Red was all he had soaked himself in.

However just like every other thing, boredom is bound to follow. Sharp edges now painfully, painfully dull—until a particular person carves it back to it's glory; you.

"Red light!"

Morphing his empty well of eyes with the reflection of your subtle cowering frame. You who were trying your best to put up a strong front. A bright green gym shirt like a flickering traffic light. Your smooth fluff fringe resting above your lashes, terribly failing from concealing the grim reality unveiling itself before your eyes. You stood so bright. Painfully green. A different shade of green, he added with an afterthought.

"Green light!"

Jake observes you clinging to life amidst the exploding fleshes and heads—their blood decorating your pale white face and down your green attire. Oh dear, poor you. Who could've known? Who could've guess?

Those little steps you took—Jake finds it funny how it reminds him of a heart monitor; if you rushed without a care, you'd be dead, and if you stand still for too long, you'd be dead either.

But you were doing pretty well, too well, actually.

Bullets rained one after another.

Drilled into each head—emitting the sound of pure satisfaction.

Jake hums along with melodic rhythm of the children's song, hitting the fallen players with exceeding precision. Yet once in awhile, you were there in his line of sight, begging his eyes to drift to you, and somehow he caught himself spilling the words—go, go, faster, faster,—as his pupil steals a glance from the ticking clock.

You were so small, smaller yet you were still here while all the players with bigger, stronger, and athletic stature had fallen to his hands. He starts to think it'd be a pity to see you dead after surpassing all of them. But you pushed yourself against the heavy wall of air—leaping over the red line—dropping on your knees, gasping for oxygen that has been drained out from your lungs.

The first game is over. And there are still plenty of players—shook to their core after the reality they've been thrown at just a few minutes ago. Their chest heaved up and down in relief. But who knows what awaits them later?

As Jake finishes up, placing his weapon back in the case. Yet he halted, taking one more look at you from the distance. This game—he wonders how long it will take till they get caught? It excites him. Even the players themselves, he anticipates it over what they could bring into the table. Last time one player played a pathetic role of a savior and he even got a bunch of others to side with him, with scripts rolling out of his tongue titled righteousness—he says. It was a sight to witness. Although they pretty much ended up dead after, a futile effort indeed though commended.

Boom! Boom! Boom—off with their heads rolling on the ground! It would make a very good material for a bowling ball. They brought a very compelling twist into this game.

Long after that, barely enough players bring in anything new on the table. Not a daredevil in sight.

But then you came. You were perfect. One might say you're no rare sight; a timid, feeble, fragile young lady. There was more like you, carrying the same image yet there was a glint in your eyes that begs to be unraveled. Countless players had the same goal; money, and why do they need money? That's where a vast array of reasons arise. You need money, but what do you need it for?

To pay your debt? Or to get your debt inexplicably higher? Greed, greed, people never change! Only death awaits. That was what sealed the deal for him, and he was not in the mood to see you get served up on a platter yet. For sure, how long you pique his interest decides how long you live. Because it would be a pity, pity indeed—to have you split open before you he could see your potential. He doesn't want to get your organs harvested yet, to see your limbs cut apart, and organs beating on a platter.

Just a weed in a sea of weeds. Still, it's not the type of face he'd expect to fall into a well of buried money. He didn't expect you'd be the type of face to bury yourself in a graveyard and that is why it compels him to uncover the deepest depths beneath this layer of your skin.

Maybe, you hid something even more interesting things.

It was a gamble, then! Nothing new for the pink guards, really. Just like the bright greens, the pink ones also had their own little game—carving another layer of masochism of playtime. Because sanity is thrown out of the door the moment you step into this madness.

"The second game for today is—Dalgona." The speaker's voice reverberated throughout the innocent childhood wallpaper of the playroom. "Players are required to carve out the shape. ."

A facade so intoxicating it brings a wave of nostalgia. Wishes and promises. Everyone starts to feel, a little too comfortable with the atmosphere. Who could've guess a simple sugar cookie could decide the entire course of your life? Each player settles into their position, and like a little game played by the universes he supposes, he was assigned to be your guard.

Curious he was, to see what shape you've chosen. Is luck still clinging by your side?

Twisting the cover, the shape revealed itself—an umbrella.

Ah, how pitiful—the glimmer of little hope left in your eyes morphs into fear, you've done so well shielding yourself from the rain, but now it is the pathway to your pernicious death.

"The game starts now."

Beep, beep.

The red neon digit ticks down—parallel to the players’ eyes flickering with dread.

He watches intently behind the mask; your hand trembles, yet the death grip on the needle expresses your determination to live. You pierced the honeycomb, carving the edges, slowly and surely. He wonders how it will feel in his hand, should it feel warm—he'll definitely bring it to his cheek to revel in it. But oh, your little expressions accompanied with deep inhales and slow exhales, a little sigh over here and there. The sight of a bead of sweat trailing down your chin from your temple.

A sudden bang brings forth a jolt to your frame.

The first kill.

It is now evident, the face of death inching closer.

And then two.

One more.

And like smashed piano keys—it rambled on, screeching against everyone’s ears, screaming at them to focus, focus, focus!

You struggled, though, struggling immensely from picking up the needle from the soil with your clammy hands. It wasn't faring any better to your ears as how the speaker began to announce the following deaths, and soon after, the players who successfully passed the game.

A sticky feeling latched, crawled across your spine; it was the image of a tiny ball dwarfed by this playroom, and that was you. Whisked away by the whims of fate, and now you're all alone with your eyes shot wide open—accompanied by a little fly feasting on your corpse.

You cried out a no. A desperate, desperate refusal to such a pathetic death.

The fear of your head blown off by the weapon dangling before you. The grip the triangle guard had around it made you gulped down. You slapped yourself, cussing in-between. Time is truly an illusion. But amidst between life and death, you weren't so sure, but—there was another inexplicable weight. Sure, it was death knocking on your door that was pushing you through your limits—but, something else has you on edge. You look up, just a bit, at the triangle mask glued on you. Call it whatever, intuition as they call it—but something's telling you whoever is behind that mask has misplaced his attention—not on the dalgona, but you.

The language of his body was palpable, despite being covered with a thick layer of pink jacket. The tilt of his head, unlike the rigid stance of the other guards, made you uneasy. It's akin to nails screeching against your ears, spikes of nails sticking up and high from the ground. But you had no luxury to pay attention to it right now.

Focus!

You've look at him for the first time. Have you finally caught on? But you didn't just look, no, you gazed into him. Jake swore you made him felt like you've seen his real face that it scratches his heart a little. Just a little. He couldn't help but laugh if that ever happens. He almost felt like a tiny desire to help you there but he knows it's no use when everything is recorded by the mini camera attached to his chest.

So small, so fragile.

Almost, almost.

You just have to win this game, and maybe, just maybe he'll be able to help you soon.

"Player 139, success."

You sucked in a huge lump of air into your throbbing lungs. You've felt alive once more, each breath reminding you that you more alive than ever. While the man before you stood still, watching you as another guard escorted you out. The timer ticks down with one last digit, ending with a zero—and then he finishes up all the players behind him. Each bullet mimicking the thump of a heart—he could hear it, the pattern of his very own, as you've clawed your way into it—clenching his blood into a state of frenzy.

It soon became a little game in his head.

A game of luck and fate, he supposed. How long can you live? How far can you push your luck? Like a bet, like a gamble, like hordes of horses sprinting down the lane of victory. He guessed he’d never be able to leave his addiction in whatever form of betting, and now that form is your life.

The next game are soon approaching. You've done so well surviving on your own, but now, will you be able to share this luck with others in the next game? Or—will your luck get sucked out by the rest?

Jake stood at the entrance with a rigid stance, clasping his weapon—guarding the place as he usually does but his eyes followed your fidgety hands—as you form tight-knit friendships with other players. Too close, he thought, but he knows it's necessary for the next game.

Yet his jaw clenches—hard. It hits him that the last time this ever happened was long, long time ago—when he had lost a great sum of cash before his very eyes.

A loss.

Jake was looking for that perfect time to introduce himself to you but that perfect chance never seems to come around, that is, until just a few hours later when the lights are out—one player notoriously known for running her mouth with no care—were screaming at him for not providing her with basic human rights to the restroom, it wasn't particularly allowed by nighttime for some reasons and he completely intended to ignore the ruckus inside, until you appeared behind her, begging to be let into the restroom as well.

He couldn't just let this precious chance flee away.

It occured to him as his eyes cling to your frame, guiding you and the other player to the rest room—other guards had quite a wild fetish, necrophilia, that is. But insane as he might be, a dead flesh doesn't tickle his interest. However, strangely enough, your hair that you often let down are now tied up in a messy bun, giving him the sight of your neck—riles him up, just a little bit.

You were so close he could catch a whiff of your scent.

So, close, yet so far.

His ears caught ln the running water from behind the restroom.

Should he take the chance now? There wasn't a guarantee you might survive the next game as it goes against your biological nature, but who knows, you might.

It's a gamble, though.

Everything is.. a gamble, in hell.

You and your new friend somehow took an enormous time than needed inside the restroom, he immediately knew what's up but what's the fun in that? Here you are, your voices behind—panicking, dripping with white lies to cover up whatever the two of you were planning but time's up, he pushed in through—catching the scene just as he expected.

Your little friend was nowhere to be seen, and the tap water was left running endlessly down the sink. A pathetic, pointless cover-up.

"I s-swear, it's not me." You gasped—stuttering, raising your hands up instinctively to defend yourself, your eyes following the whims of the gun in his hand. Too cute, you were an exact opposite of what you try to portray in the game field.

Jake's eyes followed the trail up the ceiling—an evidence painfully sticking; a vent pulled open. There's only one answer for this; cheating—and what happens to players who cheat? For a game that promises equality to its players, it's only fair for the cheaters to be eliminated. The barrel clicks, raising it to your eye level now imbued with great dread.

You were swirling in desperation, descending into madness, blabbering as you dropped on your knees—praying for your life. That this wasn't it, this wasn't how you were supposed to meet your end. He thought the same, too, sympathetically.

"You badly wanted to live, huh?" The robotic voice adds to the vehemence to your rampant soul, you nodded—fueled with the enormous desire to live.

Despite the debt you've accrued towards the years, you are still left with hope that you'd be able to settle it all one day, no matter what. But why is it that you're burying yourself in debt again?

Haven't you learned your lesson?

"What can you offer me?"

Cheshire grin graces Jake's lips with the sight of your glossy eyes cutting through confusion. He repeats the same question once more, but a little different this time and strides closer to you with slow steps. You didn't budge one bit, he likes that.

But he needs to see more—pressing your chin up with his thumb, tilting his head ever so playfully.

"Why should I let you live? Tell me why, then I just might, spare your life." Says the guard, "Amuse me."

Amuse? How? You were no joker yourself, even at the times you had to appease someone's wrath—you'd always find yourself failing at it. Comedy was not your forte. Your breathing grew heavy, a weight pressed against your lungs, pressured by the guard's loose frame that was stiff, composed a while ago.

Leaning against the tiled wall, a behaviour unlike any other. Despite being covered up from head to toe, it was as if he was baring himself raw and exposed to you. You could taste his body language on the tip of your tongue—amidst the saltiness of your tears—its intensity beyond sanity.

The fluorescent light flickers in a timed interval, offering a deafening sound that ricochets off the restroom's walls. Your little friend sure is taking her precious time to maneuver around the route, not knowing the real deal is happening here.

You were filled with dread, unable to find answers, stuttering here and there—tight lipped. Panic eyes dart around for answers, for the key to your escape. Until, a distant clattering reverberated from the distance, like platters being ransacked—directly from the vent.

The guard looks up, and you swore you heard the pitch of a sinister tune behind those robotic voice. "Uh, oh."

You gulped down with the arrival of your new friend. Her face mirrored yours—pale and grim—and soon on her knees.

"I want to live."

You blurted out with desperation before she could defend herself—emphasizing each word—catching the guard's attention.

Jake didn't expect this side of you, but he was not at all disappointed—more like thrilled.

And that was all it took.

You clutched your trembling left arm, your hands icy cold as you exited the restroom—accompanied by another triangle pink guard. The door to the lobby opens up, and that was the moment when your shoulders flinched—at the sound of a gunshot beyond the hallway.

Now you're truly, in debt, for good.

Jake's pink suit takes on darker hues, blotted unevenly across his chest and a bit on his mask as he stood there as the circle guards carried the corpse away.

Too amused by the outcome, he'd have to admit. He didn't know you were capable of such trickery, hiding a desperate monster behind those depths of your eyes. He'd begun to wonder how far he can push you towards your edge, to the last bit of your sanity just like his.

"I'll let you live but with one condition."

And that is to bring your best play into this game. The image of your bloodshot eyes widening in inches was a sight to witness. Especially the way your face are decorated with your new friend’s blood.

You were hanging on a piece of thread while walking on eggshells. Whatever you choose, you’d die either way. But you persisted. The next game commenced; the classic tug of war. Yet you survive again, in a game dominated by males. He was almost sure you'd plummet to your eventual death but somehow, someway—that piece of luck seems to cling to your side quite stubbornly. And he wanted to have a part of it, just a bit, or even more—just like the greedy creature he had always been—insatiable, the hunger for more.

As you climbed down the stairs, he could see it—the way your eyes searched for approval, for reassurance that you've amused him well. You were so good, so obedient that he felt like he wanted to sugarcoat his words for you.

If you behave nice and sweet—maybe you’d be alive a little longer. Be obedient as you can, he's just trying to help you, that's all, he promised! Pinky promise? It's just really a very, very fair deal. Envision it—you won't get your head blown off dramatically if you obey him, it's all for your own good.

You nodded, he grinned.

“Good girl.”

He hushes for you to lean closer, and he says it, the golden rule: they.

They?

They're always watching, therefore you should keep yourself interesting as long as you can. Do whatever you think is interesting. Think of it as a comedy play, your goal is to make your audience laugh, right? Easy peasy! If you do it right, then they’ll be kind enough to keep you a little longer. After all, interesting things once a day keeps the dull moments away!

But wait! He caught your arm in his gloved hand—whatever you do, just don't get caught. And my, my! You did not disappoint. Jake felt so proud that he mentored you, fuck, he breathes out. A once pristine fork now soaked in metallic stench, but whose? Your choice of target was truly compelling, how you reached up to that point of decision was a marvel to him.

An old lady and her son.

Oh my god—he was never a believer to whatever deities are up there but you're surely, surely fucked up more than he is. He’d only spoken one word—kill, but alas you've earned it. He could taste the horror on their face from the pool of blood—it screeches as the pink guards placed the corpses on their respective gift boxes.

Then a word arises, planting doubts, feeding worry, and then panic, and as a result you get a crowd of uncivilized humans banging against the cage. And funny it was, all it took was one shot to calm them down. Hush, hush—quiet down.

The old good script came along; equality.

Equality? How hilarious! No matter how many times they went through the script, it's still baffling to see how the sea of faces calms down after that word—almost as if it was a promise. No, and it was a pity. Sure, getting good at the game decides how far you will go but that's not the final rule.

Boredom! Boredom! Do you even sit down for so long for a movie so inexplicably tedious, so boring? No, right? We don't root for a character that brings no interesting story on the table. First, we sigh. Second, we complain. Third, we criticize it. Lastly, we stand up—never again to pick it up. A play with no audience is basically nonexistent. No singer would sing without an audience. Nor an actor without someone to watch.

Does it mean our worth solely depends on how long we keep someone's interest in us? How fucking funny! The world is a comedy play indeed! And you did just that, piquing his interest for so long that he wanted to see more.

More.

Jake knew very well that he shouldn't be doing this. But resisting feels too futile—when he's now right at your bunk bed, at night when all the players have tucked themselves into bed—lulling themselves to sleep before one more game tomorrow.

His feet had dragged him by your side before he could even think twice. Though, he can now—with one step away. But he knows he can't, because one red light does nothing but arouses his desire to go against it.

Tempting.

Getting caught feels so toxic; he thought as he inches closer, his gloved hands brushing past your leg. You caught on so quickly with a tiny squirm, a subtle frown gracing between your eyebrows—he finds it amusing how it deepens with each closer stride his finger took—until you did notice.

The margins of your pupil withered by his presence, sharp edges of a triangle reflected on it. Thick leather covering his hand—now on your mouth at a swift speed. His big frame towering over yours, and you whipped your head to find everyone else deep in slumber.

"Relax," He chides in a pitchy melody. "Just thought you needed a little reminder that you aren't safe yet, from me."

The mask dives in, a dangerous proximity—where he suddenly brushes his free hand on his mask. You gulped down, a curiosity inkling closer.

"Close your eyes." You caught a glimpse of his red lips, "And don't look."

And it crushed against yours—it felt all too vivid and intense. Wet tongue swirling and knotting together. Colliding like stars melting into each other. Your face flushed upon remembering that you were doing this in a place where privacy is nonexistent.

An act of voyeurism.

What would they think of you—a player colluding with one of the guards? Would they think of you as someone conspiring to ruin the game as someone had suggested in the beginning? But it's so cruel, almost too harsh—the way his teeth sunk into your lip, a subtle desperation hiding in-between—as he commands you to return your utmost concentration to him.

You tried your best to suppress your growing desire to moan, the shuffling of the bed, and how your legs tense around from looping around his hips, and all the more—your eyes from parting, for he had warned you that if his face was to be seen—nothing would end well.

And so, you close your eyes harder—fighting against this monstrosity of a desire to see his face, curiosity so insatiable. Would his face be as delish as his lips? Mouthwatering as his tongue? Or as gripping as his hands on your waist. To know that his face would mark your doom brings a sinful thrill, a pernicious temptation.

But maybe, you were a little stubborn. Though, you shut it tight before he could notice. Or maybe, he did notice. You only caught a slight skin, a warm tone near his eyes.

Did he notice? Of course he did. You were never too good in following the rules anyway, he expected that much from you, and that was what he also terribly liked about you—a twist to this repetitive routine in his life. You always defy his expectations, each one better than the last. Perhaps this is what they call a plot twist.

And you were doing too good, too good—he’d afraid. Good thing, no one caught the sinful game you two were in—and was that a good thing? By his definition, no—people will never stop until they're caught. It only intensifies from then on, the stake rising higher and higher.

We're all, after all, an insatiable animals beneath this human flesh. And it comes back everytime the florescent light shuts off, dripping ink obscuring every sense of moral compass. This so-called society can fuck off. We are all too obvious, flickering like a bunch of traffic lights—encrypting a Morse code, praying for someone to notice us, save us.

These signals. We're so obvious but at the same we aren't.

And that's why he wondered why you sent him a signal to meet in the restroom. His question, though, was immediately answered the moment he stepped in.

Perhaps, Jake didn't see to it that far but maybe he did, for curiosity overtakes—of what kind of a cornered animal you would be. Because the saying always goes like this; a cornered animal are the most dangerous of them all.

A swift dash—and it clicks right at his head, and all Jake could muster was a devilish grin—ah, what is this? Are you tired of catching up to his whims now? His gun firmly clasped in your clammy hands, more than glad to help you—planting it just right on his forehead. An image flashed in his head right at that moment, you looked way too familiar—as if you were the notorious player who joined the game twice, dreaming to put an end to this cruel, cruel game. The only difference was that he was with a formidable team and you—alone.

“C'mon, do it." He mimics the doll's rhythm from the beginning, "Will you do it or will you not?”

He sang on like a serpent slithering against your ears. A temptation, or a dare wrapping itself around your neck, urging you, begging you to choose. If you kill him now, only God knows what’ll happen to you after but oh the laughter—it bursted out with the thought of them who were watching, of how their eyes would bulge out on the ground witnessing the scene of a feeble girl overpowering a guard, a male one at that—all by herself.

But you look so damn pretty, so fucking pretty looking all this determined with courage and rage.

Yet his thought process was cut short with a strong grip on his hood—yanking his body on the ground before he could react—and now you are on top of him, taking control and holding him hostage. And all he could say is what the fuck? Just what are you planning inside your pretty little head?

“Take off your mask.”

“That isn't part of our deal.” The triangle mask did no little to cover his body language, “You know I could easily overpower you—”

“Not with a gun to your head.”

“Are you sure you can—” A loud bang causes him to groan, you shot his arm, that is. A very light graze but enough to cause a deep wound. It tainted his pink jacket into a deeper shade—crimson. Right, you are not joking at all. Fuck, you're right—he looks down chuckling. You left him with no choice and so he complied, funny enough—you stopped him right before he could pull down his black mask. You put on his mask back but just enough for his nose and lips bare for you to see.

What exactly are you planning to do? He doesn't know but what you did next was never one of the things he anticipated. It took his breath away, literally—you sucking his lips in—huh? A kiss. It's a fucking kiss, he chanted on in his head, his eyes wide opened as you kept going on. Jake wanted to be the hunter but today it doesn't seem to appear that way. Overpowered with a gun on his head, and a girl one at that—on top of him

The fuck? Is he being assaulted in broad daylight? Shit. For the first time, Jake was dumbfounded by your peculiar actions. Just now, you were trying to murder him and now you're kissing him like he's a free piece of meat?

Your face—he observes intently as you molded his lips into your own; tightly shut, heated cheeks, loose fringe sticking on your forehead due to your sweat, or was it his? He's no virgin nor this was his first kiss. But why is his heart thumping like a goddamn virgin, then? Was it the fact that your lips were sloppy? Rough? Desperate? Needy? It was painfully obvious that was your very first time sucking someone’s lips.

You were painfully, painfully bad at it—evident by the leaking metallic taste on his lower lip. Abusive. But the throbbing pain tasted delicious, igniting something inside his body. Jake’s starting to think that he's a masochistic for relishing in this pain.

More, more, more!

You pulled away.

He groans, aching for more.

“Is it interesting enough?”

Those words caught him off guard, and apart from the fact that you look utterly breathtaking with your red swollen lips, he couldn't properly form a proper sentence with how you're firmly on him—straddling his hip.

"W-what do you mean?" He couldn't believe it that he just stuttered. Did that tongue of yours truly twisted his brain and mouth into an incoherent mess?

"Them." You gulped down.

And that was all it took for him to lose control. A snicker, turns to a chuckle, and then laughter reverberating against the tiles—forming an eerie echo.

Dear heavens, you've taken it on another level, way, way too much for him to resist anymore.

“You know you truly got me.”

With one blink, you found yourself in a pitch black room—dimly lit by a faint round light from the corner. Your back buried on the soft couch, catching you in his strong arms. No time wasted—his lips dive into yours, sucking and nibbling on every depth of your flesh like it was his meal to devour. His eyes commands you, a slave to his spell. Supple, thick skin trapped in-between his long digits..

Sheer excitement rushes in his body as he zips his pink jacket down, slowly but surely, teasing you just enough by stopping a few inches more. His triangle mask obscuring his identity all time finally follows with a whisk of his gloved hands—revealing a pair of intoxicating eyes, adorned with a roof of pretty lashes. His fluffy fringes covered bits of his eyes.

"Do you see me now?"

His true voice speaks for itself, no longer covered by the monotone robotic filter—but bare and raw. The timbre of his voice—too velvet for your ears. He felt human for the first time.

He places his chin on his black gloved hand, leaving only his eyes for you to see. Piercing gaze clinging into your soul as if telling you to run away with him right now, like a hopeless fairy tale. The only difference was this place are no castles for princesses.

Jake put his mask back on, but this time it was not the same—nowhere near the traces of the triangle shape, instead it held a black color, sculpture-like. As if the mask was intended specially for its owner, hugging the corners and depth of his visage. It was as if the mask owned him, not otherwise.

And you were right.

Unlike his predecessors, Jake isn’t that keen in going down the route of the friendly, amiable approach they often took—the role of being a friend to your targets. Make no mistakes, he doesn't bore a single drop of guilt. But in his eyes, it was more of an old cheap trick implemented by each and one of them, yet it never grew stale to the eyes of the VIPs. He couldn't blame them though, after all—the sunken eyes upon realising the weight of betrayal was all too fucking satisfying.

However Jake wanted to try something new; he preferred a different palette, different theme—a more direct approach—a hostile, dominant one where he could play the devil and his target—the sinner. Whatever suited his play style for the day, he'd do very well at it, and he’ll make sure of it.

And you happened to be one of his very long list of targets, he’d teach you and guide you along the ropes but dear heavens! You learned way, way too fast that he couldn't resist taking you for himself. You know, a little treat after all the hard work he’d done all these years. A hundred games—he had hosted hundreds of games for his VIPs and he took an inexplicable pride in them. Each time, the faces they morphed into behind those masks was a pleasure.

However this time, he wanted so bad to be the only one to witness all the things you could do. The only spectator to your play. All the things that play inside that little head of yours.

Jake had always wanted to go fast, but now he wants to go slow. Take his sweet, sweet time to uncover the depths of you. He wanted to see your expressions—the time it took to form those creases and lines.

A brush of his finger against your hair brings tingles to your neck, raising goosebumps across your body, a sensation that clouds your judgement. His body language remains playful, hovering his triangle mask on your face instead.

"I can bring you with me." He says, a light feathery hush at the last word. "All you have to do is say yes."

“Are you testing me?”

Jake leans forward, whispering to your ear. “No one's watching anymore. It's only us now.” He pulls away, "What do you think? The next game is far beyond your luck already, and it seems like I don't feel like pushing through this gamble anymore."

Your hand feels like a separate entity when it inches closer to his mask, digits curling to take the mask off—a growing desire to see those breathtaking eyes again.

But he stops you, gripping your wrist—not too strong, just enough. “Curious?”

You gulped down, nodding.

"If you take it off, there's no returning back." Said he, tint with nonchalance but with a lingering warning. Once you satisfy your curiosity to see the face of this voice, there's no returning back—but what does he exactly mean by that?

You repeated the word. "Are you killing me?"

The boy chuckles. "Silly, why would I? What I meant was���" He draws closer to your ear, but just enough for him to show you a little below his eyes. "Once you take this mask off; the you before me will no longer exist.”

His face may be very well hidden but his body language was all too animated, as if he's wearing his heart on his sleeve unlike his persona as a triangle guard.

It inches closer, this hand of yours—aching, itching to touch, to see, and you did—one whisk down and the image of a young boy emerges. Nothing you'd imagine but definitely did not regret. However you'd do very well to keep it mind; pretty faces aren't always angels.

However the day you submitted yourself to him was the day you've let yourself go. What else was there to be shame about? And God, you caught him off guard again. Eyes wide, hands hasty, bodies collide, fleshes bare—sparking with every contact.

Intoxicating. Madness. Addiction.

It's true what they say, some people never truly change—instead they worsen over time. Bit by bit, until there's no point of return.

© xiaoguozhii, 2025 MAY 5.

[lilimalia]

MOURNFUL // zhongli

SYNOPSIS... how can a god with such a stain on her hand survive the eyes of her beloved. looking away from his own adoring gaze on a woman you could never be brings back the disdain you had tried so very hard to bury in your core. nothing you had ever done was good enough, right zhongli?

CHARACTERS... traveller/aether,, zhongli/morax,, streetward rambler,, guizhong,, cloud retainer/xianyun,,

DISCLAIMERS... angst ,hurt/comfort , sort of desperate love blinded reader, unrequited love female reader , series part III

BARISTA'S INTEL... This persons art style is too die for. Oh my goodness.

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CAFE TUNE... Where Is My Love // SYML

Your heart aches overwhelmingly, its beat sending out signals that tear you down an inch for inch. The longer you stay in the warmth of embracement from Cloud Retainer the more you fear to turn even your head towards him.

Zhongli whose voice breaks into as he calls for you.

"[Name]..."

"Won't you look at me, old friend?..."

The sound of his melodramatic voice rings across the blooming city. You see the flickers of lights and lanterns, floating into the air as prayers are set and blessings are wished for in the corner of your eye. The world around is stilling to a pause as you nuzzle deeper into Cloud Retainer's chest. Her arms tightened in, wrapping in a way that almost made you break in half. Her own heart is beating rapidly, thumping in pace with yours as you feel her protection rule over your own emotions. It's daunting to sit still, waiting for whatever would snap you out of it.

"[Name]? Where have you been all these years? This, Ms. Xianyun, had this been arranged before? This gathering, had you known? Duànzào?... why." he's whimpering it almost feels like. The closest you've ever seen the great Rex Lapis stumble. His words broke and shifted under the weight of the thick air.

It almost tore your heart how he called your name. Like a beckon, a beg, a sob for you. But the use of a name for the very woman you had confided in for so long, that you hadn't recognized, resounded in your head. The space between your past and their present.

The present you had missed out on for so long.

A sob you'd had hoped to hear from his lips for so very long. The way he kept repeating over his own words unceremoniously, in a mantra.

You.

You had broken him like this.

If you turned around now, could you face him as the man he was to you? The man he was, but now is?... Could you look him in the eye and take in the way your heart shattered in your own mind. The way its pieces couldn't hold together, not even with the strongest binding made by immortals?

Was he even still a god?

His footsteps are nighing, every clink of his boots drawing your racing heart to a deafening stop. It feels like no shield could halt his nearing presence. Your eyes watering in small candescent drips, your cheeks burn and ache as you desperately try to lodge yourself back into the comforting cradle of your friend- no, Xianyun. A name newly bitter on your tongue.

Yet another thing that has changed. While you remain stagnant in your fickle emotions that tore your body down like a potter’s reclaimed porcelain clay.

Over and over your feelings run through you, recycling what could’ve, would’ve, should've, happened.

“Turn around Morax. There is no... There is no Duànzào here, she’s long died in the aftermath of war all those centuries ago."

“And yet I see her ghost haunt me right as I breathe and stand.”

He’s muttering again, his stupid melodic voice sniveling as his cold, so very cold hand, pulls you away gently from your tight hold on Xianyun’s waist.

When had you even found it in you to grapple around her like that? It was as if you were unconscious of even what your own body sought out to seek.

Cloud Retainer’s eyes are darting towards your feeble state, watching ever so reluctantly as she withholds herself from you. Glancing up as your eyes pathetically glance away from her gaze. For you to come so far in your tantrum only to feel the shame crawling up your legs now. The irony was comedic. Almost.

"One hopes that you are able to find the peace you've barren yourself from [Name]"

In a small scoff, she steps back into the shadows cast by Liyue’s ever-glistening moonlight watching keenly as Zhongli’s outstretched hand that’s been placed on your shoulder breathlessly withdraws. In the back of your mind, your fears are endless, but as you turn to face the man you once knew, they silence.

Every gnawing apprehension you had held tied itself down in chains. His marble eyes watching over you in such agony it almost took you back.

The way his lips thinned into each other, pressed firmly as his face hardened and connected with your own eyes. The swaying light that loomed above and cascaded down onto the ground from the lanterns made his eyes almost shine like jewels cast out from ore…

But try as you might, no bewitching sight could take away the scene that laid itself in front of you, Zhongli’s stern look as his eyes, oh his eyes, melted. Pure unadulterated throbbing pain flashing through his milky sunsettia colored eyes. Not a single word spoken and yet, staring into his face for the first time in centuries conveyed words you could never dream of speaking out loud.

It burned to even glance over him, he looked so… Disgusting. Disappointed, disappointed in you. The longer you watched his face flicker in all sorts of turmoils, the harder it became to even face him with a single word. He was angry in a way you had never seen before, anger that flashed in his eyes and yet washed over with want and defeat. His eyes, they told so much and yet so little, what would he say? When he found out you had killed the very beloved woman he trusted by his side?

What would he say, when he learned about you?

The whole of you that you could never share to any god nor man. The disgusting part of you that you had so miserably prayed would have frozen and stoned away in the amber penitentiary you had locked yourself away in.

“Ms. Xianyun, I believe it would only be right if you left us to our duties. It seems there are many things I have left to settle with this dear acquaintance of mine.” If a man as graceful as Zhongli were to ever feel wrath, you supposed this would be it.

His voice is sharp and toned, in a way that was uncharacteristically seething. As he sharply turns away your only barrier from his fury. Adeptal strength carrying Xianyun's body elsewhere from what you could feel.

You need not even look, as you feel the presence of your savior nod and blend skillfully away from the alley.

Sucking in a breath, you’ve steeled your eyes sharply against Zhongli’s.

It’s time you’ve faced your greatest enemy.

…

His boots are sharply stepping towards you. Agonizingly clicking,

One

Two

Three

Steps he takes. Glaring at you, seething through his pursed lips as he backs you into the wall.

While you may be a goddess, in all your might and power, you are still a goddess under Morax the Archon of Geo.

“You. In that great calamity all those years ago, Cloud Retainer had said you had perished amid battle, disappeared in the war. She had pronounced to me, to everyone that you had sacrificed yourself heroically to save the men who called your name and prayed you’d sharpen their blades and brandish their spears-“, he pauses, taking one long, dignified step, caging you finally into the wall as his breath swooned around you.

The air was so dense with tension, you wondered if he had played some all godly trick to hold the air.

His breath is still tantalizing staining you, piercing right through you as his face inches in closer in such clear detail it shocks you to your core.

Each and every breath he inhaled and exhaled, showed a puff of smoke against the clean cool air of the port. If it was Zhongli’s mortal breath or the angry puffs of smoke from an upset Rex Lapis Loong it was hard to tell at this point. It felt almost... Sacrilegious, to speak.

"Imagine my surprise, when I find that the very god these mortals partake in blessing, comes to stand on the very day of the Lantern Rite. Had you really spent all these years alive? The soldiers these people set out their lanterns for, to guide their ways home, was that you?...", he's yet to lay a single hand on you, simply towering over you with his stature, although it feels like you're trapped in a cage.

"Tell me [Name], had you demanded of Cloud Retainer to lie on your behalf?... Why would you leave us in ignorance of you?...."

"What would you like me to say Morax? No, I apologize, Zhongli. Would you like to hear that I had died in battle gracefully and yet have come back to part ways? Or would you instead like to hear of my betrayals, the life I lost in that war? What would please you to hear my dear Zhongli?" your words held such bitterness to him that it almost shook you. Taciturn words laced over your tongue as you spat your disdain at him.

Its no wonder you couldn't ever face the reality of him.

Doesn't it feel childish to you [Name]? Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you ashamed of this act you're putting on?

He's not replying. He's not even moving.

You realize.

You're scared.

Scared out of your mind, falling again into a pit of overwhelming, surging, urge to run away. Your body won't move, you can't run even if you wanted to.

It is before he speaks, that he finally seems to snap out of his own trance, that his cold, so very cold, hand takes to your cheek. Landing softly on the side of your jaw, reeling you in so wretchedly close. His breathing stilling to a slow, shakingly let loose. Even in this state of distraught, he's gorgeous in every way. His hands were warmer now, stroking from your jaw to your cheek pulling you in closer by the minute. Your foreheads touch, as he lowers his gaze from your cheek to your grey eyes, now pooling in a mix of [e/c] the longer he holds you. As he stares, there's some mixed emotion you can't figure out, the closeness of it all, was this purely the effect of a friend?

Is it wrong to hope he means for more?

"I... I miss you."

.

.

.

With every ounce of your being, a strangled cry let loose, this forlorn cacophony not even slaughter could bring.

Your wailing, sobs wrench themself out of your lungs, caged from all those years ago as you refuse to hold him in the moment of your weakness. Haunted by the ghost of you, you that you could never explain to anyone, not Cloud Retainer, not Zhongli, not Streetward Rambler. A dam built up and broken down by the hurt you felt, forgotten and cast aside, only to be torn down by the gentle embrace he hugged you in.

But Zhongli, as godly as he was, had never looked as ethereal as he did now. That same so longing look disappeared as his eyes closed, silence speaking louder, thrumming harder, as he pulled you closer into his arms.

Is this what old friends do? You’d like to ask.

It doesn’t feel like it.

He’s leading you on, trapping you in this cozy little cage he’s made. Pressing you against his chest as the symphony of his heartbeat strums a rhythm so ruthlessly seductive that your sniffling chokes to a stop.

He’s yet to say a word.

But your struggling to say less.

The tears that run down your face stain his garments. Loose wet pools splayed out onto the rough silk embellished coat he wore. But yet he holds you, falling forward into the wall as his heart continues to fiddle its melody.

A century felt like nothing as the man of your qualms held you so adoringly.

So you stand, you stand as you weep, grieving the person you lost. Grieving the woman you were, regretting the man you had given up your life for. So you stand, weeping for the person you trapped away in a prison you designed. As you stand, as you stand a cry, he holds, holds tightly, cradles gently. Pushing against the wall as his hands wrap tenderly around the space of your back. Rubbing up and down, stroking with his thumb as he begins to breath in a deep sigh.

You’ve yet to see his expression, has it changed? Is he… angry? With you?

“How lonely I must have made you feel Duànzào”, his hands stopped. Instead returns to his side as he steps back, looking you in the eye.

It takes every bone you have in your body not to follow his figure forward, wrap yourself back into the solace you’ve newly accustomed too.

“I apologize [Name], for not being the proper pillar you needed.” Now, he bows, deep all the way down as he lifts his head up slightly to return your soaked eyes.

It takes a few minutes to process his apology. Watching as he holds his breath and waits for your permission for him to raise.

Isn’t this what you wanted?

It didn’t feel right, did it?

“Can you fix me?” Your asking, reaching a hand out limply, curling your fingers in as you take in his cheek.

“Can’t you fix me now?”

When he rises, he only looks deeper in anguish. Looking shamefully away as darkened black shadows of people pass by.

Another tear drips, watching as he fails to answer.

“Truthfully… I am not sure. How can I, Rex Lapis, fix another god? When I am imperfect myself.”

“But you aren’t, you aren’t imperfect.” You're gasping out, surprised by his degenerative words.

“Your gorgeous Mor- Zhongli. Your are so beautiful it hurts. It hurts to stand here and beg you to save me when I've cast myself out away by my own accord.” The words you're spewing out don’t sound like yours. They feel like the storytellers, the watchers, the observers.

“Don’t you understand Zhongli?… I am the imperfect one, I am the forsaken god. The flaw in your flawless self.”

What overtakes you now, you're not sure, but it embarrasses you. Stomping down on your every hurt, as the tears stop rushing down your face. Your clothes are stained dark as the cool air breezes over them. Leaving you to shiver in their sharpness. You're asking questions you don't know the answer to, you're begging for an answer that isn't there. You're wishing he'd look at you and say he knows how to fix you when you know the problem and its solution.

When he looks at you now, his eyebrow perks up, the pools that decorated his eyes glowed with sudden sparked curiosity.

“How could you ever be flawed?", he asks. This genuine tone in his voice peeks in confusion as he takes to lifting your chin again. Beckoning you to look up at him, take his glory as those glowing eyes scan over you. Taking in your fault, your flaw, as you're stained in your own tears, shaking under the breezy wind, broken down into something. Something less than a god.

"When Cloud Retainer spoke of your death, she left much vague," he starts, rubbing your face over and over again, soothing your hasty breaths down from your panic.

"Would it be wrong to assume, instead, that you had fled? Had I, Rex Lapis, so horribly failed at being an Archon you could depend on that you had taken to running away from us all?"

"Was I, what you feared?"

If there were tears left to cry, they've fled and left you stranded. Why is it that to explain how it tore you inside out that you, the divine, couldn't sedate the coarse emotions that ran through you, felt like driving a stake down your heart. How could you ever admit that in the face of calamity, in fear you ran from your responsibilities, hiding away from your problems.

Staring now, back into his eyes, your [e/c] felt dull in comparison.

"Would you believe me, if I told you when I fled, I fled from myself?"

"I can't seem to understand... Please, won't you elaborate?" he perks up, raising a questioning brow.

"I loved you. Once."

...

When he looks at her, the memory of her death flashes through his mind like venom. The dripping cold sweat that had run down his face when he had heard from his dear old trusted ally that you had not returned home.

He remembers that somber night after the news of your passing.

"One is sorry that one was not there to save her in time Rex Lapis. If only one had been there under her arms to aid", Cloud Retainer had responded, sitting side by side with him on the peak of Mt. Aozang on the stone-carved stools.

As she poured steaming tea down into his small cup, softly held in his hands, she looked up at the moon. Hot osmanthus tea shined in pearl-like wonder as they both shared a clink of cups in honor of their fallen comrades.

His eyes are welling into tears, his vision of the rabbit moon blurring the longer he stares.

He weeps for her.

"Rex Lapis... She had died valiantly for our sakes. One wishes you to at least feel peace of mind over that", Cloud Retainer nods, shakingly covering her eyes as she adjusts her red rim glasses. Hiding away the shed of a tear behind the disguise of it.

When two gods tinker and drink to their loss, he is left reminded that in the deep dark of the night two had not returned to join their banter.

Where were those to share the memory?

He is reminded that they are no longer there.

...

So when he looks deep into the god he had for so long thought had died, there's a mournful feeling he can't seem to shake away.

When you had died, had he missed you more then he missed Guizhong?

When you had left him so wrongfully that night, had he weeped because he loved you?

"I loved you. Once"

She said, clear as running water, yet as full of desperate anguish as a soldier in their last battle.

Does he love you? Is he the reason you had thought there was no other escape except for death?

He's yet to process his feelings, perplexed and lost. He's swimming in grief so deeply sewn into his wounds that it's almost impossible to grasp that there is love in her.

The timing isn't right. He can't do this here. Not now, he doesn't understand it all.

But her eyes, stare back at him, despairingly grabbing at him, not with her hands, but with her gaze, reeling him in. Pleading at him to understand, but he doesn't. He can't.

It hurts to even look her in the eye.

Can't she see how much she's done to him? The way she's brought an Archon even to her feet.

"When you had left, had you flee because you loved me?",

Did she run away, did she run away from him?

So why did she come home?

"I'm... Not sure. I'm not sure at all Zhongli."

"Would you hate me if it was?"

In him, he fails to find the words to describe it. The scattered emotions left out to dry ever since the Archon War. The bleeding heart and emotional wounds he's never healed from. Scars that litter his body inside and out, because as god, he is cursed to live with them.

While he fails to find the words for the feelings he feels, he also struggles to say anything back. He could never hate her could he. Not when he had been so graciously granted a second chance at her, at them and the memories.

As long as he stares, he fails to pinpoint what he feels for her. He closes his eyes, letting his body soothe. Releasing the tension he hadn't noticed developed in his shoulders. Letting the whole of his body relax.

He steps forward, opening his eyes, grabbing her face.

"I cannot give you an answer when I have yet to fully face what has happened. But if I could be so bold to make a request in your honor," he pauses, watching tenderly as you soften under his clasp. Breathing in hard as your eyes connect again for the longest time.

"Allow me to face you," he leans in, noses touching.

"Allow me to take the you that you have demonstrated to me this fateful night. Show me the you I could not receive, and I will seep it in with my whole being," lips closing in painfully slow,

"Allow me to try and love you my dear [Name]."

He closes his eyes, the last image of you being as your eyes widen in surprise at his closeness, and tenderly places his lips against yours. Grazing his hands ever so gently on your cheeks as he sinks into you, encasing your lips with his own. Soft and warm as he presses you up against the wall, softly stroking your cheek as he blindly collapses against you. Only opening his eyes once more when he's felt that the last of his breath fails to hold.

A tear trickles down your face, and he prays that it'll be the very last one he causes.

"I think [Name], that Rex Lapis was a very unfortunate man to have lost you." He murmurs, stroking away the tear with the flick of his wrist. It flings with a shine.

"May I love you in his place?", he pauses, waiting for you to reply.

Deep down he fears he's lost you already,

His heart spikes as he fears he's crossed boundaries.

Only to suck in a breath as your lips collide once more. Gnawing desperately against his he's tilting his head to take in the sweet chaste kiss you share. Both of you breathing desperately as tears fall between you both, cold in comparison to your shaky warm exchange.

"I love you," He thinks.

AFTERMATH (bonus)

He's got you swept over his lap as he sits on the wooden bench. Gazing out longingly from the pavilion as he waits for the women behind him to seat down beside him. Sighing tiredly as he listens to the last of her prolonged recap.

"One is most surprised that you Zhongli had taken this long to realize she had the utmost adoration for you", Xianyun snickers, sitting down beside him as she too stares sweetly at your resting body. Taking in quickly the way the under bags of your eyes were puffy as well as the way your eyelashes were clumped up in barely noticeable bundles.

He shades his hand over her face away from her teasing look.

"I would have never thought that her distrusting glares and offish behavior had been from her belief that her love was unrequited..." he replies, awkwardly coughing as he shields his gaze conveniently up to the moon.

"Well, it would seem to One that you had never been good at personal affairs. After all, Duànzào had always been the diplomat." she chuckles, pouring from a steaming pot into two solid stone cups. Steam bubbled up in wisps as the aroma of herbs wafted into the air.

"I simply wish that you had not lied to me Ms. Xianyun"

"Oh? And what would the old Rex Lapis have done? Chased after her and corner her into confession? It's almost amusing to consider how you would have tormented the poor women", she chuckles, passing him the warm cup, as she takes her own in two palms.

"Mm... Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise. For us immortals to be reunited after all these years." Blowing on the steam and inhaling the cup awkwardly to the side to avoid your face as your chest rose in every breath.

"Hmph! A blessing indeed."

As the both clink cups the stone reverts the sound. Sharing a sip of the new brew, their eyes glance up at the stunning moon. Intaking the silent night left after the joyful Lantern Rite activities.

As two gods sit in a breathtaking view, after a night of floating lanterns and fireworks shared between the old and new, they share a pot of brew.

Sighing in unison, both look adoringly at the peaceful figure laid adoringly draped upon one of their laps.

As a third god returns home to share the memories.

SPECIAL BREWS...

Loong // chinese word for dragon

Lanterns // one of zhongli's voiceline refers to how in the old days of Liyue during war people would light lanterns as a way for soldiers to find home, because many related the Goddess of the Forge (reader) to good armour when they would light these lanterns they would pray for a safe journey guided by (reader), zhongli assumes she helped guide their paths when presumably dead, this is untrue of course since she was trapped in prison (it was merely good fortune for most)

Diplomat // a reference to part II dialogue, during the old days as zhongli was considered more hard headed, (reader) would be in charge of negotiations, Xianyun references an old convo

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Call Me From a Better Place

summary: one moment in time is the start of forever

warnings: very bloody wordy, i got carried away

a/n: requested ! this is most probably not the vibes you were hoping for but alas, this is what you’re getting

word count: 3.3k

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The soft, rhythmic hum of the city outside is like a distant heartbeat, its pulse echoing in the quiet stillness of your apartment. It’s late, or maybe it’s early, but time has become a slippery concept lately, a blur of moments stretching and snapping back. The faint glow from the streetlights seeps through the curtains, casting shadows that dance lazily across the walls. You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling in a slow, hypnotic spiral.

There’s a part of you that’s waiting for something, someone, and it feels like a familiar ache, a longing that nestles deep in your chest. You close your eyes, and there she is, vivid and vibrant, as if conjured by the very fabric of your being. It’s not the first time you’ve found yourself here, in this liminal space between dream and reality, where her presence feels almost tangible, almost real.

You take a deep breath, the air thick with the mingling scents of night and city life, and let it out slowly. In your mind, she moves with an effortless grace, her every gesture infused with a quiet confidence that draws you in. You can almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair against your fingertips. Her eyes, deep green and knowing, seem to hold thousands of unspoken words, a silent conversation that you yearn to understand.

It's in these moments, suspended between waking and sleep, that you allow yourself to feel the depth of your longing. It's not just a physical desire, though that is undeniably there, a slow burn that radiates through your body. It's something more profound, a connection that transcends the ordinary, something that feels as essential as breathing.

In the stillness of your apartment, you let these feelings wash over you, a flood of images and emotions that fill the emptiness. You can hear her voice, low and melodic, as if she's whispering in your ear. You imagine her beside you, her body pressed against yours, her breath warm on your skin. The ache in your chest deepens, a longing that is both sweet and painful, a reminder of what you desire and what is just out of reach.

The city outside continues its relentless rhythm, a backdrop to your inner world of dreams and desires. You know that dawn will come soon, bringing with it the harsh light of reality, but for now, you allow yourself to linger in this space, to savor the fantasy of her and the possibility of what could be.

-

It was a chance meeting, or maybe fate, depending on how romantic you’re feeling. You were at a small, dimly lit bar in Barcelona, the kind that seems to exist in a world of its own, detached from the chaos outside. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and old wood, and the low rumble of conversation provided a soothing buffer to your solitude.

You noticed her almost immediately. It’s hard not to. Alexia has a presence that demands attention, a quiet confidence that draws you in. She was seated at the bar, her fingers wrapped around a glass of something amber and strong, her eyes focused on the nothingness ahead. There was a vulnerability in her posture, a rare softness that belied the fierce, determined athlete the world knew her as.

You don’t remember exactly how you ended up next to her, but suddenly you were there, sharing a space that felt almost too intimate, sacred even. She looked at you, really looked, and it was like she could see straight through you, past the layers of bravado and defense mechanisms, to the raw, unfiltered core of who you are.

“Hi,” she said, and it was the simplest, most profound thing.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice only vibrations in your ears.

She smiled then, a small, almost shy curve of her lips that made your heart skip several beats. There was something disarming about her, a warmth that made you feel both at ease and incredibly vulnerable. You glanced at the drink in her hand, then back at her eyes, searching for some hint of what she was thinking, what had brought her here, alone, on this night.

“Do you mind if I sit?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.

She shook her head, a lock of hair falling across her forehead. “Not at all”

You settled onto the stool beside her, the bar's worn wood smooth and cool under your fingertips. For a moment, you were both silent, the noise of the bar fading into the background as the space between you throbbed with unspoken possibilities. You could feel the heat of her body, the subtle shifts in her posture, and it was intoxicating.

“What brings you here?” you asked, trying to keep your tone casual, though your heart was pounding in your chest.

Alexia glanced at her drink, then back at you, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “Just needed a break, I guess. It’s been a long week”

You nodded, understanding more than you could say. “I get that. Sometimes you just need to escape for a while”

She smiled again, this time with a hint of melancholy. “Exactly”

The conversation flowed easily after that, a dance of words and silences that felt effortless. She told you about her life, the pressures and the joys of being in the public eye, the constant balancing act of staying true to herself while meeting the expectations of others. You shared your own stories, the dreams you had let slip away and the ones you still clung to, fragile and dancing in the dark.

There was a moment, somewhere between the second drink and the soft strains of a jazz tune playing in the background, when you realised just how deeply you were being pulled into her orbit. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving just the two of you in this cocoon of shared understanding and mutual respect.

You talked about everything and nothing, the hours slipping by unnoticed. It was rare, this kind of connection, and you felt an almost desperate need to hold onto it, to not let it slip away like so many other fleeting moments in your life.

As the night wore on, you found yourself leaning closer to her, your shoulders almost touching. The bar had emptied out gradually, leaving just a handful of patrons scattered around, the bartender wiping down glasses with a practiced indifference. You didn’t want the night to end, didn’t want to lose this fragile, beautiful thing you had found.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Alexia asked suddenly, her voice soft but steady, her eyes searching yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, a rush of excitement and nervousness flooding through you. “Yes,” you said, barely able to believe this was happening.

She smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that made your heart ache with the sheer beauty of it.

You slipped off your stool, leaving a crumpled bill on the bar as you followed her out into the fresh air of the night. The city seemed quieter now, the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, the distant grumble of traffic helping fill the silence between you.

You walked side by side, your hands brushing occasionally, each touch sending a thrill through your body. There was no need for words; the connection between you was enough, an unspoken promise of something more.

As you reached her apartment, she turned to you, her eyes shining with a prosperous pairing of hope and vulnerability. “Do you want to come up?”

You nodded, unable to trust your voice, your heart hammering in your chest. This was real, this was happening, and it was more than you had dared to hope for.

-

Alexia has a way of making you feel seen, truly seen, in a way that is both exhilarating and terrifying. She listens with an intensity that makes you wonder if anyone has ever really listened to you before. And when she speaks, it’s with a sincerity that cuts through the noise, reaching the parts of you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.

You find yourself opening up to her in ways you hadn’t anticipated. You tell her about the dreams you had as a child, the ones you let slip away, and the ones you still hold onto, even if just barely. She listens, and she shares too, stories of her own hopes and fears, the weight of expectations, and the moments of pure, unadulterated joy that make it all worth it.

The connection between you grows, a delicate thread weaving your lives together. It’s not always easy; there are moments of doubt and insecurity, times when the world outside seems determined to pull you apart. But there’s a strength in your bond, a resilience that keeps you grounded, keeps you coming back to each other.

In the quiet of her apartment, your conversations flow like an unending river, each word a pebble dropped into the depths of your shared experiences. Alexia’s presence is a constant reassurance, her touch a grounding force that anchors you to the present moment. She has a way of drawing out your most guarded thoughts, making you feel safe enough to reveal the vulnerabilities you’ve kept firmly locked away.

You talk about the future, about the paths you might take and the dreams you still harbor. Alexia’s eyes light up when she speaks of her aspirations, the passion and drive that fuel her every move. It’s inspiring, the way she embraces her goals with such unwavering determination, and it makes you want to strive for more, to reach for the things you’ve been too afraid to pursue.

There are nights when you lie awake together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside a distant echo. You talk about the universe, the words spilling out in the darkness like secrets shared under a blanket of stars. It’s in these moments that you feel closest to her, the strength of your connection a beacon of light in the uncertainty of the future.

But there are also moments of tension, times when the pressures of your individual lives threaten to drive a wedge between you. Alexia’s career demands a level of dedication and sacrifice that is often at odds with the time you want to spend together. There are days when the distance feels insurmountable, when the weight of your own insecurities makes you question whether this connection can withstand the strain.

Yet, it’s in these moments of doubt that you find the true strength of your bond. Alexia’s unwavering support and belief in you become a lifeline, a reminder that you are not alone in this journey. She has a way of grounding you, of reminding you of the things that matter most, and it’s this resilience that keeps you coming back to each other, time and time again.

One evening, as the sun sets and casts a warm glow across the room, you find yourselves sitting on her balcony, the city spread out before you like a tapestry of lights. Alexia’s hand is in yours, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. There’s a peaceful silence between you, a contentment that speaks volumes.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” you admit, your voice as featherlight as the clouds overhead.

She turns to you, her eyes soft and filled with an understanding that takes your breath away. “Me neither,” she replies, her words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken promises.

In that moment, you realise that this connection, this love, is something rare and precious, something worth fighting for. It’s not always going to be easy, but you’re willing to navigate the challenges, to embrace the uncertainties, because the bond you share is worth every moment of doubt and struggle.

As the night unfolds, you hold onto each other a little tighter, the rhythm of your hearts beating in sync, a testament to the strength of your connection. The world outside may be unpredictable and ever-changing, but here, in this space you’ve created together, there is a certainty, a love that is both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.

And in the quiet moments, when the city hums its distant lullaby and the shadows dance across the walls, you know that this is where you belong. With Alexia, in this delicate balance of love and longing, you’ve found a place where you can truly be yourself, seen and understood in a way that you’ve always yearned for.

-

Nights with Alexia are a symphony of sensations, a blend of the familiar and the new. There’s a rhythm to your time together, an ebb and flow that feels as natural as breathing. You find solace in her touch, in the way her fingers trace patterns on your skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. There’s a tenderness there, a gentle exploration that makes you feel cherished, adored.

She has this way of making every moment feel significant. When you’re with her, time seems to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity of togetherness. The sound of her laughter, the softness of her stare, the way she says your name, all of it weaves into a tapestry of moments that you carry with you, a constant source of comfort and joy.

Her apartment becomes a sanctuary, a place where the outside world fades away and only the two of you exist. You cook together in the tiny kitchen, your movements synchronised as you navigate the cramped space, laughing when you bump into each other. You dance in the living room, the music low and sweet, your bodies swaying together in a satisfied lilt.

When you’re alone, in the quiet of your room, her presence lingers. You can almost feel her there with you, a ghost of a touch, a whisper of a breath. It’s in these moments that you let yourself indulge in the memory of her, the way her lips felt against yours, the way her body moved in sync with yours, a dance of desire and affinity.

You close your eyes and let the memory seep into your skin, a wave of longing and contentment. It’s a bittersweet ache, a reminder of the distance between you, but also of the connection that bridges that gap, a thread of love and desire that binds you together, no matter how far apart you may be.

On the nights when you can’t be together, you lie in bed, your phone clutched in your hand, her voice a soft murmur in your ear. You talk until the early hours, sharing the minutiae of your day, the thoughts that keep you awake at night, the dreams that fill your heart. There’s a comfort in knowing that she’s there, on the other end of the line, a determined presence even when you’re apart.

You cherish moments like these, the sound of her breaths mingling with the darkness, the way she says goodnight, her voice low and tender. You imagine her lying in her own bed, the same longing mirrored in her eyes, and it’s enough to make the distance feel a little less insurmountable.

In the stillness of the night, you replay the memories over and over, each one a precious jewel that you hold close to your heart. The way she looked at you that first night, her eyes filled with something you now can give a name. The softness of her touch, the way her fingers leave a blazing trail of heat on your skin. The way she held you, as if you were something fragile and precious, a treasure to be held dear.

There are moments when the void of longing becomes almost unbearable, when the distance between you feels like a chasm that you can’t cross. But then you remember the strength of your connection, the way it bridges the gap between you, a thread of love and desire that binds you together, no matter how far apart you may be.

You know that there will be challenges ahead, obstacles that will test the strength of your bond. But you also know that what you have with Alexia is rare and precious, something worth fighting for. And so you hold on to the memories, the moments of tenderness and intimacy, the love that fills your heart, and you trust that, no matter what, you will find your way back to each other.

As the night deepens and the city outside falls into silence, you close your eyes and let the memory of Alexia wash over you, a wave of longing and contentment. You drift off to sleep with the thought of her in your mind, a smile on your lips, and the certainty that, no matter the distance, your love will endure.

-

The city outside continues its relentless march, time moving forward in its inexorable way. But within the walls of your apartment, there is a stillness, a pause that holds all the promise of what could be. You lie in the darkness, your mind filled with thoughts of Alexia, of the moments you’ve shared and the ones yet to come.

It’s a delicate balance, this dance of love and longing, but it’s one you’re willing to navigate, for her, for yourself. Because in the end, it’s not about the distance or the challenges, but about the connection, the bond that you’ve forged, and the unwavering belief that together, you can weather any storm.

In the quiet of your room, you allow yourself to dream of a future where the distance no longer matters, where the nights are filled with her presence and the days with the shared pursuit of your dreams. You imagine the life you could build together, a life where every moment is imbued with the love and understanding that you’ve found in each other.

As you drift off to sleep, the murmur of the city fades into the background, and all that remains is the steady, comforting beat of your heart, echoing the rhythm of hers. The bond between you, forged in the fires of shared experience and mutual respect, is a testament to the power of love and the strength of the human spirit.

You know there will be challenges ahead, obstacles that will test your resolve and your commitment to each other. But you also know that with Alexia by your side, you can face whatever comes your way. Together, you are stronger, more resilient, and more capable of navigating the complexities of life and love.

In your dreams, you see her face, her eyes shining with the same hope and determination that you feel in your own soul. You feel her touch, the warmth of her hand in yours, and you know that no matter where life takes you, this connection, this love, will be your guiding light.

As the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, you awaken with a sense of peace and purpose. The world outside is still turning, but within the sanctuary of your apartment, you hold onto the promise of what could be, the certainty that love will find a way.

You rise from your bed, the memory of Alexia still fresh in your mind, and prepare to face the day with a renewed sense of hope. Because in the end, it’s not about the distance or the obstacles, but about the connection you’ve forged, the love that binds you together, and the unwavering belief that, with each other, you can weather any storm.

And so, with the day breaking and the city coming to life once more, you step out into the world, ready to embrace whatever comes next, secure in the knowledge that, no matter what, your love for Alexia will endure.

[starlightsuffered]

Stockholm Syndrome

Info - au, kidnapping, mention of injury, pureblood talk, allusions to SA, dub con, cnc (but not in action), taking care of someone, protectiveness

He picked me up from the frigid snow with a sigh. Out of all my captors I liked Regulus the best. Barty was funny, but didn’t care about anyone but himself. Evan was quiet and crueler than the rest. Regulus vacillated between kindness and a whole other person when he had to follow through with what the group was meant to do.

I had tried very hard this time. The ground was covered in thick, fluffy snow. I had trudged through it barefoot until I could no more. Finally, I had convinced myself I could stop and pry some bark off a tree which I used as soles and tied them to me with scraps of cloth.

My bathrooms that I’d escaped in went between soaked and hardened. I knew my mouth was stained from the winter berries I’d collected. I likely looked like a vampire with the extra red mouth, pale, malnourished skin, and dark circles under my eyes.

“You’re so unruly,” Regulus tutted as he brought into the steaming bathing room.

I almost whimpered at the sight of the hot water. It was always something I fantasized about when I tried to make a run for it. I could unashamedly say I longed for that tub.

Regulus used his favourite bejeweled knife to slice through my ragged robe. My shudder was not completely from cold. I had a hard time admitting that I did not hate what Regulus did to me here at his keep. While the others were vile to me, Reg was kinder.

He did love knife play. A small scratch to mark me as his. Cutting away a bra or panties. There were many ways he used his deft fingers and a weapon to make me whine and whimper. Now, when I saw his knife, my bodily reaction was instant and uncontrollable. It was always a throb in my core.

“Any injuries?” He asked the typical question. I avoided eye contact, embarrassed by my failure to properly make it away.

“Wolf bite,” I muttered.

“WOLF?” The question was bellowed with concern and protective anger.

I had already been naked, but it was now like his eyes raked the skin from my body. I didn’t cower, but showed him what his capture had made me do. My ribs had been slashed with claws. My lips bruised from falling over and over. My Achillies heel was in near tatters from where the jaws of the lupines had clamped down. My ribs jutted out with hunger.

“How did you get away?” He asked darkly.

“Wandless magic came to my rescue,” I commented hoarsely.

“I see, I’ve always admired how powerful your magic is,” he told me. A thrill went through me at the praise.

I sunk into the scalding bath. I totally submersed my head. The world was right for a few moments. I felt healing soaring through me. I knew he’d enchanted my water as he usually did. My wounds were closing and my skin was becoming new and pink.

Finally, when I could stand to hold my breath no longer, I came up. As I sucked down oxygen, I tried to be silent. I wanted to be nonexistent. If only I could disappear. Could I be quiet enough to some how fade out of this tub and into oblivion?

“None of the other girls try to escape like you, what is this? The fifth attempt? I can’t believe you even faced wolves,” he said in his soft, almost melodic voice. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to meet him outside these circumstances. I wished his voice didn’t soothe me, but it did.

After every time I came back from the dungeon, he’d be the one to make sure I was okay. His comforting tone would play in my dreams.

“You know we need more pureblood babies. This is for the greater good y/n,” he tried to convince me for the millionth time.

He carried me in his arms after putting me in yet another silk bathrobe. He always hoped the thin material would discourage me from trying to escape again. It never had.

“Baby, will you never get used to this place? All the others have,” he said softly. The kind pet name made my heart flutter.

“If it were just you, maybe I could.”

Those words hung between us. I knew his brain would be working overtime to try to convince himself he wasn’t bad or evil for this.

He dressed my scars with cream that would make sure they didn’t stay. He rubbed lotion down my legs, and as he did he placed kisses on each ankle. I stood shakily as he fluffed my pillows and sprayed sleeping elixir on the sheets.

“Rest dear heart,” Regulus requested. “You’ll have all the food you could want when you wake. You’ll be healed and feel no aches.”

“I hate when you spray the blankets,” I murmured as I laid down. I was already half asleep. The draught was strong.

“Why?” He asked, and it was as if it came from a far away echo of a voice.

“N’ver have dreams,” I slurred.

I fell in and out of sleep. As I did I felt Regulus running his hands up and down my skin. He sang French songs to me. He spent time with me that I knew he didn’t spend with the other girls. It shouldn’t make me feel special, but the Stockholm syndrome was setting in.

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[moonstruck-muses]

making out with sunghoon while high and then he eats you out and makes you ride him <3 bonus points if u reach ur peak while u Reach Your Peak

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HEHEHE why of course cutie patootie x I hope like Sunghoon, this satisfies

The breeze rustles through the warm night, providing a cool relief in the late summer heat. You scratch at your bare ankle with your foot, leaning over the balcony edge, angling your face towards the wide expanse of stars above. You take a deep puff from the glowing joint in between your fingers, holding the smoke in for a long pause before exhaling it out, watching as the tendrils crawled up towards the heavens. You hear the door behind you slide open, and a few moments later, two large hands slide around your waist from behind, Sunghoon’s plush lips landing on the side of your neck, as he murmurs a muffled greeting.  

“Without me?” His husky voices seems to trail along your earlobe, spilling like honey into your brain. He snakes his hand up and plucks the joint from your fingers, taking his own long hit from it, before guiding it back between your lips, forcing you to take another hit. He smacks your ass and grabs one of your cheeks, squeezing it tightly. Fuck, he’s a hard on for you ever since came over, a smug grin on your face as you opened the door wearing one of his white button downs, the cotton stretching across your chest, and then hanging just at your upper thighs, barely covering your ass.

“Hoon!” You giggle between coughs from the smoke and you turn around to find Sunghoon’s thick brows quirked up, an innocent expression on his face as he takes another puff off the blunt, a languid smile spreading across his face. 

“What is it, Y/N?” You break off into another laugh, the world already starting to blur in colors and sounds as the high makes its way through your blood. 

“One more?” He offers, and your lips part with desire at his melodic voice. 

“Nooo,” you whine back. “I’m already so fucking high.” 

 Sunghoon takes his free hand and gently grabs your jaw, rubbing your bottom lip gently. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” He whispers, his pupils wide and dilated. His jaw hangs open, and you can’t help but fixate on his Adam’s bobble, watching it bob so prominently as he  looks you over with an insatiable hunger. You swear that in your haze his lips look softer and plusher than ever. 

“Hoon,” you mumble. 

“What is it, love?”

“I feel like I’m on a cloud,” you respond breathily, and both of you take the moment to drown in each other’s gaze.

Sunghoon gently takes his index finger and before you can process what’s happening, he’s staring intensely at you while his finger slides into your mouth. You close your lips down on him, sucking on it imagining what else your lips can be on. Sunghoon groans at the sensation, warm and tight around him. You look so perfect, practically drooling already as your mind slips from you, eyes closed,  and even in his own feathery haze, he can pick through the mist to know exactly what he wants.

Sunghoon pulls his finger out and snubs out the joint on the ash try on the small table next to him, and grabs you by the shirt front, kissing you hard, tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth. You groan against him and you grab for purchase, running your hands under his t shirt and digging your nails into his back. He grabs at your hips, exploring every curve of your waist and hips like it’s a new exploration for him. Sunghoon presses his thumbs into the divot of your hips at its most sensitive and you moan, feeling a gush of wetness. He kisses and bites at your lower lip, until both of yours and his are red and swollen and you’re breathless. 

“Baby, baby, baby,” Sunghoon says in a raspy voice, and you throw your head back, floating in and out of your body at once. 

“I need you Sunghoon,” You plead, and it feels like your words are being drawn out of you, spun around and unspooled. Sunghoon feels his core melt at the desperation in your town, dick so hard the both of you can feel it digging up against you. 

“I need you so bad, Y/N” He whispers back,  and he’s needed you since the first day he met you. You were bold and unafraid, but despite that you had the biggest heart of anyone he’d met. You were kind and loving, but fuck you’d never let anybody steamroll you. Every day he was with you, he fell in love more and more. 

Sunghoon, grabbed your wrist, and slid the door back open, not caring to shut it behind you as you both stumbled back inside your apartment and onto the bed. Sunghoon looks down at you as he hovers you, and his hands slide under the loose blouse, pressing into the wetness at your panties and you feel yourself sinking down, down, deeper into the plush sheets, through the mattress, down and up into paradise. You gasp at the sensation, wetness blooming across the thin fabric, and Sunghoon matches the way your lips part, letting out his own grunt. 

“I wanna taste you so fucking bad,” he groans, as he presses rough kisses at your jaw, licking and nibbling. 

“Taste me,” you beg, bucking your hips up. Sunghoon is quick and happy to oblige. 

He shimmies the soaked fabric of your underwear off your legs, and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, gently biting at it until the bruise forms. He drags his lips upward, tongue swirling your clit and the pornographic moan you cry out as he sucks your clit nearly has him spurt out release. Sunghoon expertly slides his tongue between your folds, greedily licking the juices leaking out from your wet cunt. He rubs quick and sharp circles with one finger on your clit, while he doesn’t slow his pace, tongue sliding in and out of you, desperate to get the angle that’ll make you come undone. Sunghoon ruts into the bed, your own pleasure getting him off. He practically suffocates himself in your pussy, the sweet taste of it, the way you’re practically soaking his face in your slick.

You grab the pillow, knuckles white, every sensation heightened from the weed. You grind your hips into Sunghoon’s face, trying to fuck yourself harder than he already is, and you feel the tightening knot in your stomach, the familiar shaking of your legs. Sunghoon must feel it too, because he pulls his tongue away and your hips still buck against the empty air, trying to find the release. He looks up at you, chin and lips soaking and kisses you hard against your mouth, while his hands pull down at the sweats he’s wearing with his boxers, fabric bunching at his ankles. 

You’re gasping and trembling, and barely get a second of reprieve before Sunghoon wraps his arms around you and flips the two of you around, so he’s underneath you. He looks up at you with glazed eyes through his heavy eyelashes and you feel your heart skip a beat. 

“Wanna see your tits bounce,” He rasps, and you obediently raise your hips, and he slides his length across your sopping folds, and as you sink down, both your eyes rolls back in sheer ecstasy. 

“You’re so fucking warm, you’re so fucking—“ His voice breaks off as you rock your hips and he lets out an animalistic grunt at the motion.

“I feel so fucking full,” you moan, feeling the way his girth seems to touch every part of your inner walls. His hands snake up your—his—shirt and he gropes at your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples, making you whine, and with every sound and little exhalation, he feels cock twitch inside you. He grinds his hips against yours, moving up to impale your further, to hit that golden spot in you, and watches in pure delight at the way you arch your back and throw your head back, exposing your neck. He moves his hands down, guiding your pace faster and harder and you start to gasp incoherently.

“Hoon please…fuck.. I’m ah—“ 

“Cum for baby, please cum for me,” He pleads. You bite your lip, feeling the rush even through the high and then the wetness gush out as your orgasm rocks you. You fall forward, grasping onto Sunghoon’s shoulders, and your release is all it takes for him. 

“Oh Fu—“ He breaks off, and he grabs you tightly, body shaking as his own seed spills into you, yours and his release spilling out of your hole as you shake and gasp in tandem. You collapse onto him, and Sunghoon holds you tight, rubbing your back, neither of you wanting to pull out of the warmth of each other’s embrace. 

[moonkissed-reverence]

Guilty as Sin

Elain gets interrogated by the Spymaster of the Night Court

Prompt: Guilty as Sin for @elriel-month

3k | Dark Elriel | Duel POV | NSFW | Mind the tags

TW: Explicit, CNC, Kidnapping, BDSM, Praise, Hurt/Comfort

Azriel

Azriel had been away in Vallahan on a three day mission and he couldn’t fucking wait to return home. The mission was supposed to be five days so he was thrilled he could return early and surprise Elain.

The morning before he left, she told him about a dream she had while they sat in the garden, sipping tea and watching the sunrise. A simple pastime they enjoyed together. A serene moment while the world was quiet, only the sweet sound of birdsong and his beautiful wife, glowing in the rising sun.

Elain consumed his thoughts always, but this dream had him in a chokehold. When he finally reached the veranda of the townhouse just after midnight he was breathless and winded from his high speed flight.

He ran a hand through his mused locks and adjusted himself.

Quiet as a predator in the night, Azriel moved through the house to their bedroom where Elain was sleeping soundly, hugging her pillow, her ivory nightgown bunched up around her hips, with a leg thrown atop the silken amethyst comforter. It was mid summer and a warm breeze floated through the open windows.

Azriel stood there for a few reverent heartbeats admiring his perfect, beautiful, angelic wife. Her soft creamy skin aglow in the moonlight.

He sent his shadows to trail over her body while he slid her underwear to the side and ran a finger through her pussy from behind, unsurprisingly she was a little wet—she always had filthy dreams, much like this one. She stirred in her sleep, letting out a little whimper before he dipped a finger inside.

Elain moaned sleepily. “Shhh…sweetheart,” he said before sucking his honey-coated finger then gently pried open her mouth and stuffed her underwear inside. Gently, yet swiftly he gathered her hands behind her back, binding them in shadows before moving on to her ankles then pulled a blindfold from his pocket and tied it around her eyes, making her vision go dark. The sound of her frantic cries muffled by her underwear as she tried to fight him off.

Gods, his cock was already hard as a rock—this would be torture for them both but it would be worth it.

He removed the earplugs she got him one year for solstice from his other pocket and pushed them into her ears.

Then rumbled in her ear, though she could not hear, “You’re gonna lose your pretty little mind, baby.” He gathered her into his arms and whisked her away to the Court of Nightmares…

Elain

She was dreaming of her husband's touch, his voice—a melodic whisper when she was suddenly ripped from her bed being carried away—drifting through the abyss for a few fleeting moments until she was set upon a cool hard ground. Her bare feet felt the smooth yet grainy texture of stone and a slight chill against her exposed skin through her light cotton nightgown. It smelled of damp earth and minerals. Where were they?

She wavered, barely able to stay upright. Her underwear stuffed in her mouth—leaving her to taste her own arousal. It was completely dark and all she could hear was her heart beating frantically in her chest and she knew she was now at the mercy of the Spymaster of the Night Court—she’d know his scent anywhere, in any lifetime. The thought sent a thrill straight to her core.

She stood still and trembling, unable to move with her bound ankles lest she fall over.

After a few heartbeats she felt a tug at her nightgown before it fell away completely followed by a harsh tug of her hair, pulled taut on the loosening braid, yanking her head back to expose her neck. A whisper of breath against her throat. Then a hot wet tongue and plush lips met her skin sucking hard—biting and bruising. Soft ridged fingers brushed featherlight against the underneath of her breast then circled around her nipple. Then her ankles were released at once but immediately gripped by large hands and each ankle was fastened once again, this time spread wide and unable to move an inch.

Her hands were released only to be pulled up over her head and fastened above her. She whimpered. Her underwear were removed from her mouth and she quickly sucked in a few frantic deep breaths before a glass of water was brought to her mouth. As the cup was tilted she greedily drank, water spilling over her naked body then a soft and sensual kiss was placed upon her wet lips.

She went to kiss him back but he pulled away. “Az—” Elain gasped in a quick cry for mercy? For his touch? For more? She was consumed by some innate terror without having sight or sound but her pussy ached for his touch. Azriel just gave her one more soft kiss before he shoved a ball gag into her mouth, forcing her mouth open wide. She whimpered around it as he facened it and new tears began to stream down her face soaking the blindfold.

A finger trailed along her cheek then gently pushed the hair out of her face. The touch lasted only a moment before she was left completely bound and gagged in chilling silence. A shiver rocked through her. Long minutes passed without any touch and she began to panic—frantically mumbling around the gag.

She didn’t know how long she stood alone, or not alone, she did not know. It could’ve been ten minutes or an hour without touch—she was starting to lose sense of time. Struck with the feeling of isolation, her heart rate spiked once again.

Then without warning a finger slipped through her center and she shuttered against the bindings, releasing a muffled moan or cry—she wasn’t sure but saliva was now running down the corners of her mouth. Her jaw beginning to ache. But as his finger gently fucked her pussy and his other hand trailed along her body, caressing her, cupping her breasts, pinching her taut nipples, pleasure took over. She was going to come. Between the intense fear of the unknown and the slight touches but also knowing that it was at the hands of her husband, the feared torturer of the Night Court—whom she had shared this very dream with—had her mind reeling and her body thrumming. But then his touch was gone, leaving her empty and aching for more.

And once again she was alone.

Though she didn’t have to wait long this time before touch returned. This time it came as a gentle caress of her ass. She knew what would come next, it would be nothing new. She sucked a deep breath in through her nose just before a harsh slap followed. She cried out as another came down hard then his hand slid down in another soft caress before roughly cupping her throbbing pussy from behind. She tried to ground onto his palm for friction before he inevitably left her again.

A few heartbeats passed when something cold and hard was inserted into her pussy. She tried to clench and reject it but her legs were spread too far apart. Once the stone-like object was fully inserted, the most intense sensation she’s ever experienced jolted through her, sending her body into overdrive. Extreme pleasure flooded her body from head to toe. She was a living flame. Her muffled sobs echoing in her head.

The only feeling that remained were the vibrations radiating from her pussy and while she longed for his hands on her body she was instead met with the cold, sharp touch of…

A blade!

…Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold as a blade no other than Truth Teller, hummed against her skin, trailing the tip slowly up her thigh. Her breath hitched and body trembled as it grazed along her stomach and under the curve of her breast. Then in one quick motion the blade cut the blindfold from her eyes.

Rapidly blinking the tears away as her sight adjusted in the dim light.

A whisper of breath grazed her neck making her shiver before ridged hands slid around her from behind gliding up her stomach, cupping her breasts within his palms with a sweet caressing touch while his mouth clamped down between her neck and shoulder making her shudder. Her arousal dripping down her legs as he finally appeared before her.

Her frantic eyes settled wide on the beautiful male before her, fully dressed in his Illyrian leathers, blue siphons aglow in the dim light of the…dungeon? Where were they? The Court of Nightmares? It didn’t matter—she was slowly fracturing, piece by piece at the spymaster's mercy.

She let out a cry that could not be heard.

Azriel kissed the corner of her parted lips around the gag, then gently brushed his fingers along her face, tucking her damp hair behind her ear. He gave her a sinister smile and mouthed words she could not hear.

The hum of the vibrating stone so low keeping her on the edge of oblivion. It was all too much and not enough.

Azriel

Gods, she was so fucking beautiful. Bound, gagged and falling apart, drenched and whimpering—completely at his mercy, just like she dreamt.

He dreamt of this too. Many times.

Now he needed to look into those beautiful brown doe eyes and even more he needed to hear her cries of pleasure and pain—hear his name on her lips while she begged for more.

“How bad do you want my cock, beautiful?” He asked her knowing full well she couldn’t hear him, she mumbled over the gag wide-eyed. Her beautiful face a mess of saliva and tears. Her golden brown locks in complete disarray. It had been braided—which he hated and took care of immediately after he cut off her hideous nightgown. The only good thing about her gods forsaken nightgowns was that they provided easy access to her bare body beneath and why he hadn’t destroyed them all. He knew she was only wearing it because he wasn’t home.

He removed the ear plugs from her ears and whispered, his breath a caress against her ear, “I can’t hear you sweetheart. I said, ‘How bad do you want my cock, Lain?” His voice low and grating.

She mumbled incoherently around the gag before he finally reached around her head and unfastened it, slowly removing the ball from her wet and aching mouth. She let out a breathy whimper as more tears fell from her eyes. He gently rubbed her jaw to loosen some of the tension.

“Azriel,” she breathed as his hand soothed her jaw, “I want it, please!”

“Good girl,” he murmured and kissed her succulently, this time allowing her to kiss him back. Gods, he fucking loved the taste of her. He needed more. So he trailed a slow path downwards, fixating on her beautiful pert breasts for long moments, pulling those delightful little moans from her before continuing down to his knees.

Without warning he pulled out the vibrating stone.

“You’ve done so well for me. I’m so proud of you but we’re not done yet, my love. Are you okay? Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Please, Azriel. I need to come. Please! I need more. I need you…I need you inside me.” She begged, frantic and trembling with need.

Still on his knees Azriel said, “Shh…my love, you know I’ll give you everything you need. But you have to be a good girl just a little longer for me.” Then he licked clean up her center, lapping up all of her delicious fucking honey that she’s been dripping for the last forty-five minutes. She moaned with relief but his tongue left her all too soon as he stood before her. He placed two fingers on her bottom lip pulling it down, exposing her teeth before letting go.

“Do you want my cock, sweetheart?” Azriel asked as he unzipped his leathers, palming his throbbing erection.

“Yes, Azriel…Please, I want it.” She cried as he reached up and released her aching hands. They fell to her side and she began to fall to her knees as her body gave out but Azriel was there holding her upright in his arms while her ankles were still bound. He positioned her in front of him, her doe eyes looking up at him under low lashes. He stroked her tear-stained cheek, which was dry for now.

“I’ve got you, my love.” He murmured in her ear before gathering her hands in his. He massaged them gently working the blood flow back before he bound them once again with his shadows—this time behind her back. He’d caused her enough pain but he still wanted her at his mercy for a little longer. He knew full well that she could handle it and would thank him for it later.

If he was the angel of death then she was his sweet little sinner.

He gave her a soft kiss before pushing her down to her wide spread knees. She kept her eyes on his as if they were tethering her to the earth—lest she float away completely. He gripped his cock in his hand, pulling it out and giving it a few strokes. “Open that pretty little mouth for me, sweetheart.” He demanded and she did as she was told, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fucking perfect. Eyes on me, love,” he said and then shoved two fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucked on them before he quickly pulled them out, her face falling forward at the movement.

Then without any other warning he pushed his cock between her parted lips gliding the length along her tongue. He gripped her by the hair at the back of her head and began fucking her mouth with abandon. Tears and saliva once again began streaming beautifully down her face as filthy wet sounds filled the room. He slammed into the back of her throat making her gag and choke. “Fuck, Lain, you feel so good choking on my cock.” His voice guttural. He pulled out and slapped her cheek and lips with his wet cock before shoving it back into her mouth and began fucking her deeper gliding himself down her throat forcing her to open up for him. She was used to his cock down her throat, she just needed to relax.

“You’re doing so fucking well, sweetheart.” He fucked her mouth faster making her gag again. “Fuck! Your mouth feels so good around my cock.” And with that he was coming down her throat, his cock pulsing in her mouth. “Godsdamn, Elain.” He said as he slid out and pushed her hair away from her face, “You took that so well, my love.” And tucked himself back into his pants.

Elain breathed heavily, catching her breath. Her mouth red and chapped. Azriel stroked her cheek softly, “You okay?” She nodded, ‘yes,’ before Azriel retrieved a glass of water which he brought to her mouth. She eagerly sipped as he gently tipped it back for her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, still looking at him under low lashes. She looked so sweet and innocent…Like a fallen goddess kneeling before him.

He fucking loved torturing her, making her his pretty little plaything and making her wet and whimpering but he also fucking loved making her feel good and that included nurturing and comforting her, always.

But right now he needed to taste her, fuck her.

He kissed her raw mouth gently before releasing her wrists and ankles, scooping her into his arms and winnowing her away.

Elain

She all but collapsed into Azriel’s arms as the darkness swept in, moments later they arrived home, to the townhouse.

She awoke to the scent of lavender as she was being submerged into steamy water. Her hair being brushed her hair from her face, “Sweetheart, we need to bathe, okay,” he said before gently easing in behind her.

Her mind was sleepy but her body was still on edge, the warmth of the water and the scent of lavender calming her overwhelmed senses but she still desperately needed release.

He washed her listless and aching body gently. Her knees were scraped and bruised, along with her wrists and ankles but she liked when he left his mark on her. She always carried him with her in some form whether bruises, bite marks or his seed dripping from her cunt.

After swiftly washing her body and hair, he lifted her from the bath, towel dried her off and then carried her to their bedroom.

She whined incoherently into the crook of his neck, “Az…I need you…to fuck me…please!”

Azriel laid her at the edge of their bed before dropping to his knees. “You did so well, sweetheart. You can come for me now. Come all over my face, Lain.”

She was utterly exhausted from his torture session but she needed to come so bad it hurt. She moaned lazily as his mouth finally relieved her ache and he began devouring her pussy. His tongue plunging in deep, alternating between fucking her pussy with his tongue and languid licks. She writhed against his face, moaning and mumbling senselessly with her hands gripping his hair by the roots. As soon as his tongue hit her clit she came undone, crying out as she came quick and hard. He relished in her arousal, drinking it in, groaning against her, “Fuck, Elain. You have the sweetest fucking pussy.”

He bit and sucked on her inner thigh before slowly inserting a finger and gently pumping in and out before adding a second. She tried rocking on his fingers but his other hand placed firm on her stomach holding her in place, controlling her movements as he fucked her in a slow and steady rhythm before flicking her her clit and sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, mumbling words as she came again, hard on his fingers, “Oh… fuck! Oh, gods!…Az…” She was drifting away on a blissful, sparkling cloud—Azriel, her only tether.

She let out a satisfied little moan as she buried her face into the comforter. “I’m not finished with you yet, my bride. You can sleep, but now I’m going to fuck you.”

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[leaentries]

omg ur lh dry humping one was SO GOOD. do you think for slut weekend u could do a similar one w nico 🤭🤭

➛ a million times, yes (definitely not drooling at the thought of making nico cum in his pants)

-

The heat was overbearing. Nico’s hands grasped at any part of you he could reach. The apartment door slammed shut with a kick from Nico as he walked you backwards into the spacious room.

You panted with desperation, pawing at Nico’s shirt. He quickly reached behind him to pull it by the collar, the material slipping over his toned shoulders with ease. After he discarded it, he reached for your hips, pulling your body back into his.

He slowly backed you against the wall, hand pulling your thigh to perch in his hip. Nico ground himself against you, the length of his clothed cock adding delicious pressure to your clit. You reached to grip the hair on his neck, forcing his mouth harder into yours.

Nico’s tongue licked at your teeth, the kiss sloppy and filled with desire. With each clash of lips and the deep grinding from your boyfriend, you found yourself needing more.

“Nico,” You mumbled through the kiss. Nico pulled away, panting as he let you speak, “Take me to our room.”

He didn’t waste another moment before rushing you to your shared bedroom, hoisting your body to straddle his on the soft bed.

His hands grasped at your plushy hips, pulling your weight down into his crotch. Nico bit his lip as you grabbed the headboard for stabilization. He watched in amazement as your clothed core rocked against his straining dick.

Typically, you would just ditch the clothes and ride him, but something about making Nico cum in his pants was far more appealing.

You began to take control, setting a decent pace. Swiveling your hips, you reached down to hold onto one of Nico’s bare shoulders. The hard muscle tensed under your touch as you pushed harder down onto him. You could feel his needy breath against your neck as he began to leave harsh red splotches with his lips.

You knew you should probably tell him to stop, that someone would see, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when his cock was dragging so melodically against your aching cunt.

You could practically feel the wet spot forming on Nico’s dark jeans. Whether it was from your arousal or his, would be a mystery. Nico’s head lulled back as your ministrations began to build up in his stomach. He was so desperate, he was already teetering that blissful edge.

His chest heaved with want, balls clenching as his high approached. Despite the burning in your thighs, you sped up, wanting nothing more than to see Nico’s pretty face as he comes undone in his pants.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to continue long, after a few more seconds of grinding, paired with a skillfully tug on his hair, Nico’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows pinched together as his hips bucked up into yours. A loud groan escaped his throat as the wet patch on his jeans grew darker and bigger with his release.

“Fuck, schatzi,” Nico panted as he came down from his orgasm. His cheeks began to flush slightly as he realized what just happened. He couldn’t help but feel like a teenager being touched for the first time.

You caressed his hair gently, helping him relax further into the bed where his worn body now slumped. He kissed your neck once more, before turning you to your back. Nico hovered above you, fingers hooking onto the waistband of both your shorts and panties. He yanked them down in one motion, tossing them haphazardly.

“Gotta make you cum too, baby.”

[seravphs]

lazybones

wc — 2k

tags — 18+ only, fem dom, sub gojo, riding

Have you been too hard on Gojo lately? 

You peek at him from the corner of your eyes. He’s next to you on the couch, freshly back from a mission. Even though he’s just sitting there, he’s being annoying again. It’s his presence, the general lack of respect that exudes from him. You clench your teeth against the urge to scold him. 

Playing teacher is a leftover habit from your school days. Yaga couldn’t control him, so you took it upon yourself. It took a lot of trial and error to figure out what made Gojo obedient. Taming the strongest is a delicate balancing act, never giving him too much of the carrot or the stick - right now, you might be teetering too much on the side of punishment. How long has it been since you gave him a reward? 

Gojo might be irritating, but he’s still deserving of respect as the pinnacle of Jujutsu society. He works hard, even if he doesn’t show it. 

You glance over at him again. He’s never injured when he comes back from missions, but sometimes there’s another problem he has to take care of. Since you first checked on his condition five minutes ago you've been waiting for him to ask for help or deal with it alone, but the visible bulge in his pants hasn’t gone away. The five minutes you gave him clearly wasn’t enough. 

You glance meaningfully between his thighs. “Are you going to take care of that?” 

“Nah,” he shrugs. “I’m exhausted. Too much work.”

Nodding, you return to your work. Halfway through shuffling papers, you realize that your threshold for normalcy has changed since knowing Gojo Satoru. He has that effect on people. Adapt or die. 

The couch shifts. Exasperated, you look over - only to see Gojo rolling his hips gently, grinding on nothing. His mouth is open and his eyes are closed as he pants softly. 

“Are you serious,” your voice is completely toneless. 

One eye cracks open, brilliant blue all the way to its core. “Hurts,” he groans. “This is the first time all week-“ 

“Can’t be that bad,” you say, even as you wonder why you’re entertaining this conversation, why you’re not getting up and leaving. “You look like you have all the time in the world. Can you even get off like that?”

“No.”

“Are you stupid?”

He moans. You know he’s only doing it to fuck with you. “Yeah, be meaner,” he goads. 

You don’t know why you’re saying it. “Do you need help?” 

He blinks. “Sorry?”

“Forget it,” your face burns. “If you don’t-“

“No, no,” he rushes to get the words out. “Help is good. Help would be great. Can you just, ah, can you-“

You reach over to palm him over his pants. He shudders, his spine taut as he arches instinctively towards your touch. His eyes roll back in his head. How badly did he need this? You shove his shoulders back so you have more room to work, preventing him from hunching over you. He grins up at you as you climb over him, straddling his thighs. 

“Shh,” you murmur. You don’t recognize your own voice. It’s sensual in a way you’ve never imagined you could be, especially not for him. There’s something soothing about it, melodic and low. “Don’t say anything. Just let me handle it.”

“Okay- ah, fuck,” he hisses as you grip him a little more meanly. 

“What did I say?”

Wisely, he doesn’t say anything. He’s always been a quick learner, usually the first to pick up on lessons. 

“Good boy,” you coo. A soft breath escapes through his half open lips. You settle on his lap, continuing to work him through pants until he can’t take it anymore and throws his head back, baring his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he heaves for breath. It’s too tempting. You kiss a bead of sweat arcing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin before you bite down. 

His muffled groan would tell you how much he liked it even if he wasn’t shaking with desire. Your lips curve into a smile against his neck before gracing him with another piece of evidence to carry with him tomorrow. 

When you pull back to survey him, there’s more red on his body than you left. He’s so wound up that he’s nearly bitten through his lower lip. You make a humming noise of disapproval at him, but it’s not a major concern when you have such an easy solution. 

He grabs at you as you climb off of him, but you shove his hands away. “Patience,” you scold as you tug your stockings off. His eyes light up, but you pity him. He doesn’t know what’s coming. 

You shove the black mesh into his mouth. “Keep that there until you can learn not to hurt yourself.” 

Whatever complaint he can voice through the fabric is lost as you drag his zipper down and reach into his boxers. His cock drools as you stroke him lazily, not putting too much thought into his enjoyment. This part is for you. 

It’s not enough, you know. He needs more stimulation. But you like the way he’s growing more and more needy. You want to drive him insane, want to see him lose everything for you. You want to peel back the persona of the strongest sorcerer and make him lose himself in lust. 

It’s almost sick, the way you want to see him brought low. A part of you wonders if you need to consider some kind of professional help for the enjoyment you’re deriving from this, the other, greater part is simply enjoying the high color in his cheeks. 

You know how to take him apart, piece by piece, and you do it with a beautiful, precise brutality. He breaks for you, lets you arrange him to your liking. 

“You can speak now,” you tell him, tugging your stockings out of his mouth. He moans in relief. 

“Can I- can I please come?”

“No one’s stopping you, sweetheart.”

He’s so out of it that he can’t control his expressions. You giggle at the face he’s making, almost sexier for how silly it is. You reach forward fondly to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth, doting on him. 

“So messy,” you murmur.  

The noise he makes in response is barely even human. 

“I can’t, not like this,” he whines. “Why are you torturing me?” 

“I’m not doing anything. You know what you have to do if you want to come.” 

He grins up at you, dazed. “You’re really going to make someone as pretty as me beg?”

“It’s because you’re pretty that I’m making you beg. Now come on, gorgeous. Put that mouth to work.” 

“You’re evil,” he whines. You can feel him twitching. 

“And?” 

“So mean,” there’s a slight hitch in his breath when your other hand reaches towards the nape of his neck, your nails gently scratching at his scalp. “You’re hurting my feelings, you know.”

Dragging your nail over the head of his cock produces a delicious shiver from him.“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t you want it?” 

He drops his head again, hanging over the back of the couch. “Fuck,” he pants. “Yeah. Please. I’ll do anything, please let me come.”

“Try a little harder.” 

He groans, throwing a hand over his eyes. “Damnit, what do you want from me?” 

You pull away. 

He yelps, scrambling towards you. “Wait. Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, come on?” 

“Tell me something I want to hear, princess.” Your strokes are slow, matching the tempo of your conversational tone. There’s a ruddy blush already spreading across his cheeks, dappled strawberry on cream. You want to bite it, so you do. Noise tears out of his chest, entirely authentic surprise. It’s only a second before you pull away, no harm done but the idea of it. Gojo scowls at you. 

It doesn’t change the fact that he got naked for you, or that he’s staying under you. You like him best like this, understanding of his place. 

A monster of a man, tamed just for you. 

“You’re obedient like a dog. Can you bark like one too?”

He gives you another scathing look which only merits a laugh. 

“No? Maybe next time.” 

You grip him a little tighter, rubbing your thumb into the sweet spot right under the head of his cock. He tries and fails not to twitch. It’s not good enough. You want to see him flail, sob, choke. You tease the sensitive tip and watch him crumble. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close, please.” 

His breath breaks on a moan, a strangled noise as he tries and fails to control himself. You love it, this part of him, still holding onto a quickly crumbling idea of pride or strength. It endears him to you so much you cup his cheek, comfort enough that he might be convinced to let go. 

His next word is lost in the sound of a hiccup as tears begin to build in the corner of his eyes. You can sympathize. He’s at the point where pleasure feels too good and everything begins to feel too sensitive, too painful. His nerves, already more refined than the average person’s, must be burning, yet he holds on. 

Not for much longer. You’ve built a rhythm now, stroking him fast, but he seems to love the manhandling. The rough treatment pushes him closer to the edge, closer to what you know he needs. His hips jerk with minute movements, trying not to drive you away once more. He wants to be good.  

He’s practically drooling as you push him around. The slick noises of your palm against his skin quicken as his abs clench, finally unraveling for you. You keep at it, stroking him through it to the edge of overstimulation. 

“Too much,” he whines. “It hurts!” 

You slow down. “So you don’t want more? Too bad, I was going to let you fuck me.” 

Gojo’s voice sounds ruined, but his hands are going to your hips instead of pushing you away. He tugs you even closer. You can feel him growing hard again, his cock pressed between your bodies. Even though he looks like he might sob if you keep toying with him, he nuzzles his head against your chest. 

“More, Satoru?” 

“Anything you’ll give me,” he promises. 

You test him first, offering nothing to test the limits of his sensitivity. He doesn’t whine anymore, knowing by now to let you do as you please. His big hands are splayed over your hips as he helps you bounce in his lap, fucking between your thighs, but not where he wants. 

“Can you even go again?” 

“I told you-” You decide that he can. “Oh god-” 

You’re hot and wet and tight around him. After so much teasing, his brain short-circuits. He said he could, but with the way he’s acting, you really don’t think he can handle it. You go to climb off him again, but Gojo moves before you can. 

“No,” he whimpers, hands pressing you down harder. He bucks his hips up, trying to get deeper, trying to fill you up. You don’t know how he still has the strength to carry you, but he’s the strongest, after all. He picks you up just to drop you back down onto him. 

You’re fucking like animals now, wet and messy. You can hardly hear anything over your combined moans and the noises coming from between the two of you, filthy, slick sounds. His hands are digging into your hips so hard that you can feel the bruises he’ll leave tomorrow. 

Every drag of his cock against your pussy is bordering on painful as he chases his own pleasure, blind to everything but his need to mark you. You’re so full it aches, but beautifully, until it transforms into something else, satisfying an all-consuming need inside of you. 

When you come, your orgasm wracks through your body. You clench down on him involuntarily, gasping as your pussy throbs around him. It ruins you, the way he presses up into you, trying to fuck you through it. Your thighs can’t stop trembling, your eyes rolling back in your head. You don’t want to imagine how you must look right now. 

“Close,” Gojo gasps out. He’s been reduced to monosyllables for the past few minutes, all wit vanished from him. No sooner than he says it, his head drops onto your shoulder as he presses you down onto his lap, spilling inside of you. You whimper at the feeling, heat spreading through your core. 

“What the fuck was that?” Gojo breathes shakily into the silence that ensues. 

“Just- just shut up,” you reply. You hadn’t expected it either. 

Gojo laughs and tucks a sweaty arm around you. “Were you hiding that from me all along? I mean, I knew you were into me, but-” 

You do the only thing you know will shut him up. You kiss him. His eyes are hazy when you pull back. 

“Um. Okay,” he says. “One more time?”

[ao3-rex1223]

𝔗𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢

Pairing: Ada Wong x Fem!Reader

Tags: Flirtation, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, orgasms, female ejaculation/squirting.

Summary: You and Ada are sorority sisters. You help decorate for the holiday party and discover you're feelings for her aren't unrequited.

You had always looked up to Ada. She’s beautiful, smart, courageous, and the president of your sorority on campus. Of course, she gets her own room in the sorority house, but she deserves it! 

You've gotten the honor of setting up the holiday party; the last before everyone goes home for winter break. Snow falls outside creating a picturesque scene on campus. Your other sorority sisters bring in treats - cookies, cakes, candies - and, of course, plenty of booze. 

“Nice job,” you hear behind you as you hang up the various decorations. Ada’s sweet, melodic voice fills your ears. You turn your head to see her smiling mischievously at you, her pillowy lips shining with pale pink lip gloss. She wears a red sweater dress that hugs her curves. Her long, creamy legs extend out from the hem line. You practically drool. What you wouldn’t give to kiss her all over…

“Thanks!” you reply with a warm blush on your cheeks. 

“Keep up the good work,” she purrs with a wink and turns to walk away. 

A few days later, the party is in full swing! Students fill the sorority house, probably beyond the capacity dictated by the fire code. You work your way through the crowd wearing your slutty elf costume; a tight, a green dress with bows and stripes, some candy colored stockings held up by garters that peek out through the bottom of your short, flared, crinoline lined skirt. If you bend over too far, your red, lacy panties show. The egg nog flows freely and Christmas music blasts on the stereo. The other students nibble on the plethora of treats scattered throughout the kitchen, cookie crumbs littering the entire main floor of the sorority house. 

You turn and look along with everyone else as Ada descends the stairs looking like a goddess. She wears a tight, red Santa-like dress with white fluff around the hems. She wears a matching Santa hat and earrings with snowflakes on them. Her red tights lead into a pair of black, pleather boots. Your jaw slides open and your pussy thrums.

Throughout the night she watches you with great interest; it makes your heart flutter. She strategically sits next to you on one of the couches and lays her arm behind you on the back. 

“You look amazing,” Ada murmurs in your ear. Her hot breath tickles your supple skin. Her free hand gently traces along your exposed thigh above your stockings. Tingles fill your belly as slick begins dripping into your panties. She moves her hand from the back of the couch to card her fingers through your hair. “Been watching you all night. Care to join me for a little party of our own, cute girl?”

You swallow hard after nearly choking on your answer. “Yes,” you reply in a breathy moan.

She smirks proudly and lets her hand slide from your hair down to lace her fingers with yours. As she stands, she pulls you up with her and leads you to her room. She closes and locks the door then gently caresses your cheeks and jaw. She leans in to kiss your neck, light pecks at first, then she begins to suck. Her hands continue to explore, mapping out your soft curves, cupping your breasts, and brushing her fingers against your sex. 

She lets out a sultry chuckle. “You're so wet for me, honey.” Her fingers begin circling your clit over your panties. Each brush across your sensitive bud sends bolts of pleasure through your core. You let out raspy moans and sweet whimpers. Her other hand grabs your hip and guides you back to her bed. You sit down and her fingers hook inside the band of your panties, sliding them off. She presses her lips to yours in a heated kiss. Her hands gently guide you to laying down while she climbs on top of you. She grinds her hips against yours, the friction an erotic delight. Her fingers pinch the lacing on the front of your dress, loosening the top so she can pull it down to your stomach. Her tongue swirls around yours. Her hands reach behind you and undo your bra, pulling it to expose your breasts. She kisses her way along your throat and down to your hardened tits. Taking a pert bud into her mouth, she elicits more depraved moans from your lips. Her hand gives equal attention to your other breast, cupping and squeezing as she lavishes the first with her mouth. It eventually glides down to caress your pussy lips, rubbing and smearing your slick arousal on two of her fingers before she plunges them into your tight hole.

“Ah…ahh,” you cry out as your hips buck against her hand. Your cheeks flush hot and red, pleasure overtaking you.

“Such a responsive little thing,” Ada purrs, rubbing her fingers against just the right spot. 

Your back arches and your head digs into her pillow. “Ohhhh…”

“Let go, sweet thing, and cum for me,” Ada commands. She lowers her head to your soaked heat and takes your swollen clit between her lips. Her tongue laps at your sensitive bud, sending you completely over the edge. 

Your abs contract and relax on their own as your climax rapidly approaches. She curls her digits into your g-spot and sucks harder on your clit, guiding you through the euphoria slamming through you. The band in your lower belly snaps as you cum around her expert ministrations. Your cunt squeezes her fingers like a vice as your body squirms, the orgasm rippling through your entire form. “Oh f-fuck!”

Ada moans as she drinks up your sweet cream. “Mmm, so delicious, pretty girl.” She licks her lips sensually and kisses her way up your lithe form. Reaching your mouth once more, she shares your taste with you, her tongue darting through your oral cavity, claiming the territory for herself. She pushes herself up with her forearms and removes her costume, tossing the cheap fabric aside. Her knees walk her forward to rest her cunt just above your face. 

Reaching up as if in a trance, you grab her hips and pull her delicious looking pussy onto your face. Her throat belts out a moan that has your own sex leaking all over again. You drop your jaw open and take her sweet, slick folds in your mouth, ready to devour this tender morsel laid out so tantalizingly before you. Your tongue slips inside her sopping hole, drinking in her unique flavor. Her back arches as she rides your face, rolling her hips and chasing her own high. You glide your tongue up her slit and rub it from side to side against her clit, drawing high pitched yelps of delight from her. “Ohhhhh…good girl…” she moans and laces her fingers into your hair, holding you in place while she humps your mouth. 

You double down on your efforts, sucking her clit harder and whipping your tongue around her tender flesh faster and faster. Her yelps grow in frequency as her climax approaches, her hips bucking and squirming, smearing her slick all over your face. You belt out a moan, sending ecstasy inducing vibrations through Ada’s delicious cunt. 

“Oh fuck!” she cries as she cums, squirting her essence all over your mouth and face like a fountain of sex. You moan and drink in her essence. Ada collapses onto the bed, barely holding herself above you with her trembling forearms. “Didn’t know you were so good at this,” she coos as she carefully crawls off of you. She carefully dresses herself and helps you back into your costume, as well. She seizes your lips in a fervent kiss before you exit her room together and return to the party.