#(my hair was past tailbone length at the time to give you an idea of how infrequently I cut it)

[heartshattering]

I may be unstable but at least it's been one year and a month since I had to get my hair chopped off due to matting thanks to not taking care of it at all

[thotantics]

✗ warnings — graphic sexual content, do not read if you’re underage, dirty talk, begging, noona kink bc im still traesh, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, choking, driving under the influence of incredible mind blowing mouth love (seriously ALWAYS DRIVE SAFELY AND OBEY THE RULES OF THE ROAD)

✎ words —   1.6k

[A/N] @ the anon who said they’re always a slut for jungkook when he whines ‘noona’. bitch me too, the fuck

You stir awake with that distinct, groggy, I-just-napped-way-too-long feeling, groaning as your adjust to your surroundings. It’s late. Very, very late. You’re not at your place but instead, at your boyfriend’s and he’s still asleep, curled up behind you. Blearily, you blink over your shoulder at him, the big spoon.

“Jungoo,” You coo, shifting in his vice-like grip until you turn in his arms to face him. “Baby~ we fell asleep.”

He cracks one eye open to see you smiling at him, your fingers pushing his hair away from his forehead, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling with a low, half-asleep voice, “Hm, awesome. Lets stay asleep.”

You chuckle, using all your strength to bend your knees, pushing against his thighs and chest until you can untangle yourself from him and stand, despite his muffled, grumbled protests and his hands pawing at you to keep you near.

“Babe, I need to get home, I have work in the morning and so much to finish before I can do that.” You remind him, tapping his phone laying on the coffee table so the lock screen flashes with the time, and you groan, “Baaaabe! Wake up, please. It’s past midnight.”

Jungkook flips from his side to his back at that, stretching his limbs out along the length of the couch, his eyes finally cracking open again to see you rushing around his place to gather your things.

“Ok, ok.” He finally manages to get off the couch with an old-man grunt, stretching his lower back briefly before he snags his car keys, wallet, and phone from the coffee table. “You ready?”

Jungkook helps you take your things out to his car with countless yawns, and eventually you’re on the road headed back to your place, each with a Red Bull in hand.

You’re buzzing from the time wasted asleep on your boyfriend’s couch, but honestly the day you had spent together was worth it, even if you had little sleep tonight and a possible late start in the morning. Jungkook had picked you up for a simple date late that afternoon. You were supposed to hit up a theater that he had been wanting to take you to, and then he was supposed to take you back to your place for dinner, but, somewhere along the way your plans changed. Probably somewhere between you beating Jungkook at a game of air hockey in a nearby arcade and him throwing you up against the wall by the bathrooms and kissing you breathless in retaliation.

Regardless, your date had lasted way too long. You couldn’t be mad about it, not when you had such a good time. And apparently you were exhausted and needed to sleep, anyway. But you could still blame that on Jungkook. He had been the one to suggest you unwind a bit before you head home for dinner by watching Netflix and cuddling on the couch and sharing a bag of popcorn.

It was less than half an hour’s drive on the highway from his place to yours, especially if you were using Jungkook’s Mercedes instead of your old reliable. Your boyfriend had a special playlist for late night drives, because of course he does, and he has music playing softly within two minutes of the drive. You lean back in your seat, legs tucked up against the middle console, and turn to watch him as he sings along, thinking seriously about falling back to sleep.

Jungkook, glancing over when he notices your change of position, reaches across and lays a hand on your lap, palm up, fingers reaching/wiggling until you place your hand in his. The atmosphere is quiet, even with the music and his voice singing softly, the windows cracked to let just a little bit of the cool, night air in. You’re blinking slower and slower as one song fades into the next, and Jungkook glances over at you before he speaks.

“You know, you never paid me back.” He says this matter-of-factly, like you’re supposed to know what exactly he’s referring to, but you frown over at him because you definitely have no idea. “For earlier.” He offers with another quick glance from the road to look at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting up more in your chair and planting your feet back in the floor.

“How many times did I make you cum on my tongue?” He asks you. “And my fingers at least once, too?” He clicks his tongue, “Ah, it’s a shame our relationship is so one-sided these days.” He sighs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smile even as he tuts at you.

You laugh at him, slapping his hand on your lap, “Hey, nobody asked you to do all that! You’re that extra all on your own!” You fold your arms defensively across your chest, “Besides, a healthy sex-life doesn’t work on a trading system anyway, Jungkook!”

“How does that saying go? Something about...you mouth my genitals and I’ll mouth yours?”

You bust out laughing, “I think it was more about scratching backs but, point taken.” You say with an eye roll.

You notice right away he’s fumbling with his belt, one handed, a proud smile on his lips and you quickly yell at him, “Ten and two!”

“Then help me out?” He suggests, shifting his tailbone back and spreading his thighs to give you easier access to the front of his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask him.

“C’mon`~” He glances over at you long enough to give you those sweet puppy-dog eyes and you reply with a firm shake of your head. “Noona~” He whines, “You said you would..”

“I will.” You reply, “When you aren’t operating a couple thousand pounds worth of metal going 60mph on an open highway!”

“Noona.” Jungkook emphasizes the endearment, the one he knows makes you weakest for him, “I promise I’ll keep both hands and eyes on the road and all of my mirrors. There’s no other vehicles around, no houses, nobody who could see us or make this drive any less safe.” Then he glances back over at you, pouty lips and big, sparkling eyes and he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide grin even as he asks you sweetly, “Please~”

Dammit. He’s much too persuasive and you are way too easily persuaded, so you glance briefly around the parameter of the car, don’t notice any other headlights, so you slip out of your seat belt.

“If you thought I owed you, oh my god the sexual debt you’re in after this.” You tell him even as you shift into your seat on your knees.

But Jungkook doesn’t care, he’s absolutely beaming, using one hand to continue fumbling with the button of his jeans but you slap his hand away and do it yourself, reminding him with a quickly muttered, “Ten and two.”

He’s so excited at the prospect, he’s rock solid already when you free him from his jeans. He scoots lower in his seat, adjusting it so you have plenty of room to lean your front half over his lap, his elbow resting on the middle of your back and his hand gripping your hair, pushing your head down on his erection.

“Fuuuck, that’s it.” He groans, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and flexing his hips as your mouth envelopes his cock. “Ah, I love your mouth so much, baby.”

You hum in response, adjusting your position until you’re able to get him farther down your throat but at the exact wrong moment, because he hits a minor bump in the road and suddenly the head of him rams the back of your throat for a second, making you gag noisily on him and pull back, startled and out of breath.

“Sorry,” He mumbles, “I saw it, I couldn’t miss it.” He strokes your hair gently, hips flexing up so his cock head nudges against your lips, “Please, noona...it felt so good. I need to cum, really quickly, ok? Please~ keep going~”

The way he begs is like music to your ears, and you duck back down into his lap, mouth open and tongue out, slurping and swallowing and bobbing around his thick, solid dick. Jungkook’s a moaning mess under you, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are white. He’s practically singing your praises as you work him, panting and rolling his hips with every shift of your head back away from him.

“Make me cum,” He grunts, voice low and desperate. You suck him hard, hallowing your cheeks, making obscene slurping noises as your hand reaches forward to massage his balls through the material of his boxers still in the way. Eyes opening, you notice the fabric is wet from drool and precum and you pull back, admiring the red tip of his cock right when he starts to cum.

Jungkook gasps, bucks, shoots you directly in the eye, and then one of his hands forces your head back down onto his spurting cock, finishing with a cry of your name down the back of your throat. With cum in your eye and sputtering out of the corners of your mouth, you choke on him but it doesn’t last long. He releases you with a panted apology, and then a laugh when he sees the way you’re squinting and grimacing as you pull away from his lap and settle back into your seat, fumbling for a napkin or a wet wipe.

Jungkook is still rock hard even as he laughs, sputtering apologies that you know he doesn’t really mean because he’s clearly enjoying himself way too much at your expense. You can’t be mad at him though, at least, not once you manage to get his sperm out of your eye and you can properly see his handsome face beaming back at you from the driver’s seat.

[astraeagreengrass]

The Queen's Husband [5/?]

When her reign is threatened, the Queen of Ergona must find a husband to secure her throne.

Word Count: 2.545

Warnings: Smut, fluff, Steve Rogers (yes, that deserves a warning of its own). English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

A/N: This chapter is just a filler, but I hope I can make it up to you guys with some Steve fluff. I'm hoping to post more regularly now that I am quarantined, although I'm still working from home and online classes will begin next week. How are you doing? I hope everyone is safe and healthy. If you ever need to talk, my askbox is open. Sending my love to you ♡

His fingertips woke you before sunlight did.

Delicate digits traced a path from your tailbone to your nape and down again, a feather's caress to your spine. He praised the bones and vertebrates that sustained you in the same meticulous way he praised the rest of your body: the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands, the ends of your hair. Throughout the night, nothing, not a single piece of what you were, escaped his careful loving. You never imagined sex could be this special.

Your cocoon was still relatively dark, the curtains of the four poster bed shielding you and your lover from the outside world, at least until it inevitably came barging in. Today was the first day of the rest of your lives - not as husband and wife but as King and Queen and Ergona. Steve had done plenty of teaching yesterday, but now it was your time.

Turning, you found him, lying on his side, head propped on his right arm, lazy smile on his face. Adonis.

Traditionally, men and women of nobility wouldn't sleep together. They each had their separate bedrooms, sometimes linked by a door, sharing a bed only when necessary. But Steve stayed over. You choked on a laugh.

“What is it?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“I'm thinking of Wanda, Nat and everyone that was probably waiting outside the door for you to leave last night."

He chuckled, pulling you over to him with his free arm. His chest was warm, somehow warmer than the bed furs, and you tucked yourself in it, carefully threading your fingers through his patch of hair.

“Do you regret it?" his voice was muffled by the soft press of his lips on the top of your head.

“No” you kissed the skin above his heart. “In fact, I think you should come back tonight.”

His hold tightened around your body and you sighed in content. Was this love? Being so at ease and relaxed with someone you couldn't be bothered by your appearance, your responsibilities or your nasty morning breath? And how did it come to this? How did Steve sneak his way into your heavily guarded heart, tearing down your walls as easily as he took his next breath?

And why did none of these questions mattered in the blissful aftermath of your nuptials?

It didn't last long, of course. As you predicted, a knock on your door announced the end of the dream and the start of your day. It was Monday, which meant the privy council would gather at precisely ten o’clock, and not even the all the wine from the wedding feast would halt your advisors’ punctuality. You groaned, pressing harder into your husband's embrace, unwilling to let him go even as Wanda's embarrassed voice announced:

“Your Majesties?” she knocked again. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's past nine. The privy council awaits.”

“Don’t go” you whispered.

Steve kissed your temple, your cheek, your shoulder. The hand on your hip ran the length of your arm and cradled the back of your head, angling it so he could take your lips in his. It was slow and sweet, but tasted like goodbye. You hated it.

You pushed him into the mattress, knees on each side of his body and hands sprawled on his strong pecs. There was something wickedly satisfying in overpowering a man like Steve, to watch his gaze grow dark as you hovered above him. It filled your head with the dirtiest fantasies, which, up until last eve, were completely unknown to you.

You kissed him again, fiercer this time. Your teeth pulled on his bottom lip while his palm moved to your ass. He squeezed it hard enough to leave a handprint and his fingers found the way to your core, causing you to whimper. Despite the arousal you were sore, sharp pain lacing your sex from the loss of your virginity.

“Does it hurt?” Steve haltered.

You heard Wanda knock again, but it was ignored.

“A little” you muttered, eyes casting down in embarrassment.

He lifted you like a feather, switching positions gently - how naive of you to think you could ever truly outmatch his strength.

“I’ll make you feel better, my love” he promised, raining pecks down your torso until he reached the top of your mound. Your breath hitched, but, even so, your legs opened to him. These sheets had known more promises of trust in the course of a night than you did in a whole life, all sworn in his whispers of care and attention.  

Your back arched at the first swipe of his tongue. Steve held your thighs, keeping them apart as he delved between your legs. It was filthy but downright glorious, the way he licked, sucked and bit on your most private parts, all the while his beard scratched the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Erotic sounds filled your ears as you lost yourself to the delirious feeling of giving yourself to him.

You were going to be late.

Lord Fury was annoyed and Lord Strange was nonchalant but Lord Stark and Lady Romanoff looked positively delighted when you and Steve finally arrived to the Small Council meeting, over an hour later than you were supposed to.

A new chair was added to one end of the table to accommodate the King. Scrolls and parchments were ready to be examined and the map of the continent, meticulously painted on the floor to the left side of the room, gleamed brighter with a fresh coat of color.

All four advisors rose as you entered. This was Steve's first commitment as sovereign. You'd given him some reading material on laws and tax procedures during the summer so he could get used to what was to come, and, of course, he was more than well versed in military affairs, but the Small Council was the place where politics happened. Once a week you’d welcome the lords in the General Assembly and listen to their concerns and demands, but, ultimely, decisions were made in these chambers.

Steve would have to learn the ways of Ergona with the same dedication he had for his swordsmanship, but as fast as it would take to strike down an enemy. You married him to secure the throne, yet keeping it required wits and dexterity. The King  was about to enter a battlefield bloodier than any other he's ever faced.

You believed he could do it. If there was anyone that could, it was him.

“Your Majesties” Lord Stark commenced with a happy smirk. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

If Steve could kill your uncle right then and there, he would. Red flushed through his cheeks and down his neck, but he could only gawk, speechless. Sam, the bastard that he was, snickered from his post at the door.

“Tony…” Steve was disconcerted. “I mean, Lord Stark. We are… Sorry to have kept this Council waiting.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Your Grace” you interrupted, shooting daggers at Tony with your eyes.

“It is true, Your Grace” Natasha added, a smirk hidden in the corner of her mouth. “This Council is here to serve you, not the other way around.”

With a pointed look to Tony, who was disguising his chuckles with a fake cough, she continued:

“The royal wedding and King Steve’s coronation left Ergona in very high spirits. Add to that the defeat of Zerbolia and we have, perhaps, the best moment in Queen Y/N’s reign so far. We must seize this opportunity to strengthen the bond with the common folk.”

“It is customary for new monarchs to travel across the kingdom after their coronation” Lord Strange explained to Steve. “But since we are approaching Winter, I would advise you to wait until Spring.”

“Indeed” Natasha said. “The last crops will be harvested in the coming weeks, then the villages will prepare their storages. We could arrange your travels for around the Spring Festival.”

The Spring Festival marked the end of the winter months and the beginning of the new harvest season. It was the most important tradition in Ergona, a time when families and friends came to together to celebrate life and wish for prosperity.

“What do you think, Your Grace?” you asked.

“You're not a stranger to travel, right?” he pointed out. “I know you often visit the provinces.”

“Yes. I made it a personal goal of mine to reach those who can’t easily reach me, but this would be something for you. To introduce you as the new King. They know you as Captain, not monarch.”

“Your work in the military brings you renown amongst the people, Your Grace” Lord Fury clarified. “But history shows that they have a hard time taking to new rulers. Even with this initial approval, things can still shift dramatically.”

“What about their lords?” Steve inquired.

“Oh, they are overjoyed” Lord Stark quipped. “But I’ll give it until next week before they have something new to complain about.”

“The General Assembly is in four days” you stated. “Lady Natasha, what are the prospects?”

“They’ll come at the King like wolves" she turned to Steve. “Support is volatile. If the lords think you’re not prepared, they won’t hesitate to show their displeasure.”

“It is impossible for me to learn everything there is to learn by Friday” the King blurted.

“You’ll never learn everything” you said. “But we can divert their attention."

“What do you propose, Your Grace?” Lord Strange crossed his hands over the table.

“A ball, of course” you smiled.

“Excuse me, Your Grace” Lord Fury grimaced. “But how could a ball help us?”

“The nobility likes their parties, Lord Fury. It keeps them entertained and if they’re entertained they won’t bother asking the King the hard questions, thus giving His Majesty the time to go through our most important matters" you elucidated.

"This is not a bad idea" Natasha pondered. "We could have the ball under the pretense of celebrating the Yule season. This way, the lords will have time to return to their lands, oversee the winter preparations and return to the capital. You could hold off General Assembly meetings until then."

"His Grace still has to address them on Friday" Lord Stark pointed out.

You looked over to Steve. A frown marred his beautiful features as he took note of the rapid exchange between you and your advisors. He was clearly out of his element, more used to following orders than giving them. It served only as a reminder of how much he was sacrificing for you - casting aside his career, exposing himself to scrutiny of the critics, facing the fear of the unknown.

All of it for you.

"Well" you exhaled. "This council has four days to aid His Grace. I suggest we start now."

Steam clouded the room in billowing white clouds smelling like orange blossom and patchouli. The water was too hot, tinting Steve's skin a light shade of pink. His head hung from the edge of the tub, eyes closed, basking in relaxation, while his hands still stroked your left foot. Directly across from him, you said:

"You still haven't told me who holds Osuva."

He groaned.

"The Van Dynes?" he mumbled. "No, the Hogans. The Van Dynes hold Fort Murahainen."

"Are they friends?"

"Yes. Lady Van Dyne welcomed Lord Hogan to her estate on the last Spring Festival."

"Why is Fort Murahainen named as such?"

"Because the fields surrounding it are home to a large population of ants."

He lifted his head, gaze finding yours over the scented bath. You were in the royal chambers - your parents' old quarters, which you'd refused to take when you were crowned. But you were married now, and it was uncalled for a King to sneak back to his room in the middle of the night. These new chambers consisted of two dormitories separated by their own private door. So far, only one of them had been used.

Steve leaned forward, taking the parchment from your hands and tossing it somewhere behind you. His arms laced around your waist, pulling you to his lap. Water sloshed around you, spilling from the tub to the wooden floor. The light from the fire bathed him in golden glow. Your fingers traced a scar on his collaborne.

"How'd you get that?" you rasped.

"Aviko" he laced your fingers, palm to palm. "We were ambushed by a Zerbolian militia. Their sword work is ordinary, but they're great with arrows. One of them shot me and I rolled over the river bank. Bucky pulled me out."

You kissed him gently above the puckered skin, going upwards towards his neck, jawline and chin. He nuzzled you, beard scratching your cheek in a ticklish caress.  Your lips met halfway, tongues and teeth clashing in an intricate, personal dance. Steve twisted in your embrace, swiftly pulling you under him. The muscles in his arms hypnotized you as he grabbed edge lip of the tub, hovering above you.

Your hips opened to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he entered you gently.

"Fuck" he breathed out in pleasure, fingerprints digging in your hips.

Every night was like this: you'd go over the long list of names, laws and customs Steve had to memorize, always ending up in the tub, the chaise, the bed. Even the carpet once. It was a most peculiar learning method, but it was working and you weren't complaining. Sex was wonderful, but, more than that, the feeling of being with your husband tugged on your heartstrings, filling your soul with the most fantastic, overwhelming joy.

For the first time, you had more than Ergona. It felt bold and audacious, even guilt-driving, to think of something solely for your happiness, but, in moments such as these - so close to him, each kiss more as vital as your next breath - your concerns flew out the window like the last breaths of autumn before winter came.  

You were falling in love and you felt undefeatable.

"Is it time?” the bald man asked.

“Not yet” the other one responded. “We need to wait until she’s pregnant.”

“Then what?”

“Then we take Stark out of the picture. Without him she’s vulnerable. Fury is loyal to the country, not the crown, and Strange cares more about his ancient arts than politics, but Stark would give his life for hers.”

“And the King?”

“It would be a shame if something were to keep him away from Court, wouldn’t it?”

The bald man tensed, and his companion noticed his brief hesitation.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“No!” he assured. “But how will you do it?”

“I’m traveling to the mountains at the end of the week. I’ll speak to the Baron. He wants nothing more than to get his revenge on Captain Rogers.”

The bald man was quick to noticed how the other referred to the King by his former title.

“Zerbolia’s navy was crushed no less than six months ago. The military's at it's prime. How can you be sure the Baron will risk it?”

“He will.”

His companion’s certainty disconcerted the bald man, but he couldn’t turn back now. The wheels were spinning and a new game was at play.

Ergona would be the battlefield.

[darkpinkandbizarre]

A Siren’s Call

Doppio x reader and Diavolo x reader

Your excursion in Sardinia doesn’t go as planned.

Monster AU Warnings: Sex, blood and gore, death, feral Doppio, fem reader but no pronouns used

Notes: This story doesn’t end well for you dear Reader but at least you have a good time first!

Okay this is my first attempt at fanfiction so go easy on me 💗 Under the cut for content and length

Renting out a single person boat from the port of Olbia earlier this morning was the best idea you’d had on your trip so far. Perhaps coming to Sardinia alone in peak season wasn’t the smartest plan in the first place but you’d stumbled across some inside information that you could get away from the overcrowded beaches and other tourists of the Costa Smeralda and enjoy the place in peace if you sailed a good few kilometres up the shore.

You’ve been on the sea for less than an hour since you’d loaded up your supplies and began your journey. There’s not a single other person in sight just the sun on your back, the breeze in your hair and the gulls crying out overheard. The wind and waves were gentle so today was the perfect day for sailing and for sunbathing too — you’d gone past beaches so packed that you could barely see the sand anymore. The part of the coast you were aiming for had no settlements nearby and could only be reached by water so although you wouldn’t have to fight for a place to put down your towel you’d miss the gelato shops and other facilities.

You were just beginning to slip into a daydream when you hear the sound. The song was faint, catching in the sea air but it was definitely singing although the words, if they were words, you could not understand. The highs and lows of the melody were accompanied by a trilling noise like a cross between birdsong and a ringtone. The voice behind it was bewitchingly beautiful with a tonal quality you’d never heard before. It didn’t just please your ears but it resonated deep into your very being in a way that made you shudder and desire to find whoever it was who could produce such a sound. A warm tingly sensation begins to flow through you and you can’t think properly as it clouds your thoughts, head swimming in the haze. Entranced by the voice you slowed down the engine and instinctively followed the sound to its source.

It was a tiny cove maybe 30 metres across and surrounded by steep cliffs, if you were sailing past at full speed you may not have noticed it as the entrance was smaller than most coves and lined with dangerous-looking rock formations. Inside was a small stretch of white sand next to a collection of large granites leading back to the cliff face that had resisted the weathering of the sea. You hadn’t expected to find an empty beach so soon on your journey.

However the cove wasn’t as empty as you initially thought, the source of the singing was lounging upon one of the middle rocks one leg crossed over the other, his feet trailing leisurely in the water. The young man’s striking pink hair which was intricately braided at his neck contrasted with the glistening olive of his skin. You could tell from where you were he was cute. Although you came all the way out here to be alone maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have him as company. Curious and drawn in by the sweet melody, you steer into the entrance of the cove, if the waves were any more vigorous there was a good chance you would have crashed into them and there would go your deposit for the boat.

You manage to position the boat away from the rocks and head towards the beach. You leap out when the water is at calf height and drag the boat onto the beach to park it, it’s low tide so it will be fine for a good few hours and you aren’t sure why but you feel the need to meet the young man as soon as you possibly can so you don’t bother with securing it with the ropes and sand spikes.

You walk across the damp sand to the rocks where the young man is perched and start clambering up using the smallest one at the front as a stepping stone. He abruptly stops his singing, head snapping in your direction. His eyes widen in surprise before quickly giving you a once-over, drifting down your body to your beached boat behind you then meeting your eyes directly. It’s only a split second but there’s intensity shining in them that doesn’t match the rest of him at all. It’s gone as soon as it came and you watch him break out into a beaming smile eyes now joyously crinkling into half-moons. 

The young man uncrosses his legs and stands up whilst sidestepping to avoid a crab that had scuttled out of one of the gaps between the rocks. You notice, with blood rushing to your cheeks, that he was completely naked with his cock about at your eye level and he didn’t seem to care at all. Maybe this was a nudist beach? You quickly avert your eyes from his crotch to avoid staring and look up to his face. He’s even more handsome close up Freckles dust his rounded cheeks and his large, hazel eyes are framed by thin curved eyebrows. He gives off an aura of gentleness like you’re being wrapped in soft cotton wool and you feel oddly comfortable in his presence.

“Hey,” he leans forward towards you in interest, “I didn’t see you over there. What’s your name?” he says in heavily accented English. It’s not unusual as most locals use English with you at the beginning of conversations despite your ability to speak Standard Italian.  Although on this island you’re grateful, the Sardinian dialect could be quite tricky to understand.

He offers you a hand to help you up and you take it, allowing him to pull you up to his level. You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you and you swear it’s never sounded as good as when it spills from his lips.

“What’s yours?” you ask in return switching to Italian. It will probably be easier for both of you to communicate this way.

“You can call me Doppio~” Even his speaking voice is charming, still with the same musical quality as his song.

It seems a bit of an unusual word to have for a name but who are you to judge. Doppio utters your name again and you smile goofily caught up in the beautiful sound of it.

“Follow me!”

He turns around. Oh. Along his back wings are folded flat in such a way that obscures their appearance from the front. The feathers start the same colour as his hair then transition to a darker pinkish-red shade at the tips and are marked with black or maybe dark green splotches. The hand holding your own has nails that are unusually long, grey and pointed with soft scales the same shade as his skin running down his fingers reaching his knuckles then fading gradually to skin at the wrist. How had you had been so enamoured that you hadn’t paid attention to his not-so-human features? Maybe it should bother you but it doesn’t. Short feathers the same colour as his wings sprout out of his tailbone partially covering his plump ass which you now find yourself staring at. What had gotten into you? You begin to feel the tingle of arousal start to spread from your lower half.

He pulls on your hand and begins moving with practised elegance up the rocks at a pace you struggle to keep up with. They lead to an entrance to what looks like a cave in the cliff face. As you look around you notice there’s not another boat in sight and the cliffs behind look too steep to descend without specialised gear. There are so many questions you want to ask him. How did he get here? How did he learn to sing like that? He begins humming the same tune as the song that had pulled you in and the questions fade from your mind. Luckily your destination is not too far and you both reach the cave entrance, him leading you in without pausing or so much as looking back at you. The grip of his hand on yours tightens.

Somehow the inside of the cave is not pitch black, sunlight still floods in from the entrance but you hardly have to time to take in your surroundings before you’re pinned to the closest cave wall by his naked body his hand no longer in yours instead roughly exploring your body. The rock behind you digs into your back but you pay no attention to it as his plush lips find yours and you melt. Your lips move together slowly at first but quickly getting more hungry and sloppy, he tastes mildly sweet with a slight saltiness reminiscent of seawater. This isn’t what you planned today at all but you no longer care, this handsome stranger can do whatever he wants to you at this point. His body presses harder against you as his tongue intertwines with yours and it’s so hot, you’re so hot. 

He pulls away and you let out a disappointed whimper in response already missing his touch. You move your head forward to try to capture his lips again but instead of your mouth he goes for your neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses down its length. There’s a wetness now pooling in your underwear and you shift your legs against him uncomfortably. The kisses turn to light bites, there’s going to be marks there tomorrow you can feel it and too bad for you the weather is too hot to be wearing something that covers the area.

You feel his nails dig into the fabric of your top and he tears it with relative ease exposing your bra. He rips that too not taking a moment to appreciate it and makes quick work of the rest of your attire, most of it now unsalvageable and tossed to the floor carelessly. The cave wall is cold against your back, relieving some of the heat from your body but you’re glad he isn’t pushing you into it with as much force anymore. 

From your neck, he moves down to your collarbones swiping along them with his tongue making them wet with his saliva. Crouching down on his feet in front of you, he brings one of your nipples into his mouth and playing with the other with his fingers until it forms a stiff peak and you moan as the heat inside you builds. 

Satisfied with his work he proceeds to kiss and lick down your stomach to just above your core his hands moving from where he had been squeezing your breasts to your thighs pushing them further apart with one hand and spreading your lower lips with the other. Your breath hitches. He doesn’t hesitate.

You feel his tongue slide from your entrance to the top of your slit ghosting teasingly over your clit. He trails along your folds a few times before focusing on the place your juices are leaking from, eagerly lapping at the hole. His tongue is so enthusiastic in its movements, drinking you down like you’re the only water source in a desert and his moans are almost as loud as your own now. 

You appreciate the effort but you really want him to focus somewhere else. Your fingers thread through the base of loose strands of hair framing his face and you lightly tug upwards to give him a hint as to where you want him most.  He gives you a few more licks and finally finds your clit lavishing it with firm fast flicks. You’re quickly coming underdone and tense as your orgasm hits you with full force, crying out his name. Doppio laps up every drop of your climax with a hum of appreciation.

“Holy shit I’m so glad you survived. You taste so fucking good.”

There’s something the contrast of this seemingly innocent man cursing whilst praising you that send shivers through you.  He moves towards you again and you try to escape his touch.

“Wait-“

Doppio looks up through his eyelashes and flashes you a cheeky grin.

“I know you’ve still got more to give me~”

Your relief is short lived as he dives in once more. His hands hold you still preventing you from thrashing around from the onslaught of pleasure. There’s nothing gentle about any of his touches and you squirm on his face, head thrown back against the wall. The sensation of overstimulation melts away: the more he gives, the more he makes those explicit noises, the more of him you crave. 

Once your body has acclimatised again, you feel a sharp prod at your opening as two of his fingers enter, the texture of his scales feels so right inside you as he stretches you out on his fingers. You expect his long nails to scratch up your insides but the only way it almost hurts is by how intensely good it feels as he fucks you with his fingers. His lips close around your clit and he sucks hard sending you over the edge once again coating his fingers and chin with your generous release.

Doppio pulls his fingers out and he’s back just right where he left off, and you’re practically screaming as the tension builds again in your lower half, it should be too much but you welcome it this time. He points the tip of tongue and pushes hungrily inside you. It’s long enough to curl upwards and reach that spot he was previously stimulating with his fingers. You instinctively move with him riding his tongue and rubbing your clit against his nose to give yourself some extra stimulation. He changes angle managing to push even deeper inside you but losing the feeling on your clit, making you let out a noise between a whine and a moan stuck between being filled and wanting to be touched. The pad of a finger rests on your nub and begins stroking with the tip of his nail coaxing you into a third orgasm around his tongue. 

With a wet pop, he retracts his tongue licking around his lips to clean up your remaining juices.  When he finally pulls away and removes his hands, your legs give out and you slide a bit down the wall only just managing to stop yourself from falling to the ground. Your body aches with pleasure, head swimming and your legs barely supporting you as they shake yet you still crave more. You feel so good but it’s not enough, there’s still a longing deep inside you that his tongue and fingers couldn’t relieve.  He’s standing before you, licking every drop of your cum from his fingers with quiet moans of his own. It’s quite the sight yet you drop your eyes lower to where you’d previously tried to avoid looking.

He’s hard. Painfully so. His cock rests against his lower stomach red and swollen — it’s human-looking, apart from the short pink feathers nestled at the base, and larger than you had anticipated.

“I want you inside me.” At this point you have zero shame, you just want him to fuck you senseless and to make him feel good too.

His thin eyebrows raise and you catch a faint blush spread across his cheeks, surprise quickly turns into a look like he’s in deep thought. A moment passes and neither of you says anything. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake before your worry is interrupted by his cheery voice.

“If you insist~”

He mutters something under his breath.

“Fuck, I really got lucky with you didn’t I?”

You’re shoved down onto the cave floor on your hands and knees with him behind you. He rubs your folds with his cock, gathering your remaining wetness onto his shaft before he pushes all the way inside in one stroke. He cries out, digging his nails into your hips as you moan out his name. You’re glad you’re wet and relaxed enough from your previous climaxes to take him without too much struggle just the pleasant stretch deep inside of you. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust anyway as he starts moving roughly, at this angle the curve of his shaft doesn’t quite sit right but little sparks still fire inside you at each harsh thrust. 

His speed is brutal and your palms and knees rub against the ground but strangely enough they feel fine, instead you focus on the sensation of being filled over and over again. In your haze, you push back against him earning you a strangled gasp and he almost loses it. You’re glad there’s nobody around for miles because the sound of both of your moans together is deafening as it echoes off the walls. Doppio leans in and you feel the heat of his stomach over you slightly damp with sweat, his teeth sink into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and you cry out, not in pain but in surprise. He apologetically licks away the droplets of blood that rise to the surface with small laps.

You suddenly find yourself on your back with him above you, his wings have wrapped around you cushioning you from the impact, the feathers brush softly against your skin and your heart flutters at what you interpret as an affectionate gesture. His pace doesn’t slow down. The newfound angle means his cock rubs your front wall in just the right way that sends heat swirling in your core and you’re teetering on the edge once more. How can your body even take this much? You’ve already come several times you don’t even know if you can again. Doppio seems to sense this and now able to see his face you catch the flicker of a smirk that lights up his face and he leans down on top of you think he’s going to bite you again instead he moans lowly, directly into your ear. 

And fuck if it’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Your body instantly responds and your orgasm explodes inside you taking you by surprise you as you gasp and writhe on his cock, breath stolen from your lungs by the sudden surge of pleasure. Your contractions around his cock threaten to send him over the edge with you, his grip on your hips tightens, his back arches but he slows down for the first time.

“Open your mouth.”

You don’t hesitate to obey his command and he pulls out of you with a hiss, smoothly repositioning himself in front of your face, digging his nails this time into your scalp. Thick spurts of cum land on your tongue and you quickly swallow it all down without a second thought. You feel his hands begin to relax and he removes them from your head, rolls off and collapses by your side. The aftershocks of your own orgasm gently wash over you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and the haze lifts.

The stench of ammonia hits you first, pungent and mingling with a faint sickly sweetness in the air. You can still taste the bitterness and intense saltiness of his cum in your mouth, you try not to gag and ignore the sickness settling in your stomach. A dull ache throbs throughout you and as you look down you see you’re covered in scratches, teeth marks and the redness of early bruises. Your palms and knees are especially sore, the skin scraped off and stinging as the sensitive layers underneath are exposed. At the side, your clothes lie completely ruined. Taking deep breaths despite the smell you try your best not to let panic overwhelm you as the horror of your predicament finally sinks in.

You slowly turn your head so you can catch a glimpse of your partner. He looks identical to before but you note the pink wings, the scaly clawed hands and feet, the irresistible voice that fills you with comfort and arousal and it begins to click. What the hell are you doing?  You’ve not only just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger in a cave in the middle of nowhere but sex with a siren no less and they’re apparently very real?

You’d heard tales of sirens before, either gorgeous humans or alluring avian beasts whose songs spelt the end of many sailors, drawing them into dangerous waters and feasting on their corpses but even the myths said they met their demise hundreds if not thousands of years ago. How could one possibly exist? But if the stories are to be believed if you aren’t able to escape, this monster is going to be eating you in a very different way very soon.

The siren’s hair is dishevelled but mostly still braided, he’s breathing haggardly out of his open mouth with eyes unfocused and half-lidded. The tip of one wing still under you is the only part of him you’re touching, nothing is restraining you. If you’re lucky maybe he’ll just roll over and go to sleep…

Right now he’s not sleeping although he looks pretty vulnerable, if he’s in a post-orgasm daze you might, just might be able to get out to your boat and sail away before he can stop you and devour you alive. You’ve got swimming gear in your bag so you don’t have to worry about getting back to Olbia naked. Your heartbeat accelerates and adrenaline floods your veins. This is your only chance.

Ignoring the aching of your body you bolt upright and push off the rock to give yourself some forward momentum, your feet moving at a speed you didn’t even know you had in you. However you barely make it three steps and somehow Doppio is in front of you, wings and tail spread blocking a large portion of the light. You can’t make out the details of his facial expression but you don’t need to, to tell he’s furious.

“You fucking bitch,” he snarls practically spitting at you.

You flinch expecting to feel an impact but the pain doesn’t come. A few seconds pass and you cautiously open one of your eyes and watch in awe as his form flickers and shimmers and begins to change. Although the light behind him casting him in shadow, you see the scales of his hand sneak up his arms turning black and forming curled marks up to his larger biceps. The bones of his face have sharpened, his frame is wider and taller any remaining softness Doppio had is long gone. Nothing about his feet are human they fully resemble that of a hawk and behind him he fans out a tail of longer feathers almost the length of his bird legs. You aren’t sure if Doppio’s spell has fully lifted revealing his true appearance or if he physically transformed into a better-adapted killing machine.

The anger has dissipated from his face and has been replaced by a cold expression you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Doppio?”

The man… no creature doesn’t respond.

He takes a step forward towards you.

He is still beautiful yet every fibre of your body tells you to run. If you’d seen this beast on the rocks maybe you’d have stayed far far away and lived. Nothing about him screams approachable and everything fills you with primitive dread.

Running his taloned fingers through the braid and he lets his now loose hair spill over his broad shoulders with a shake of his head. One of his arched eyebrows raises up.

“I will admit I was initially impressed that you didn’t smash into the rocks and drown.” As he talks you see the flash of teeth, his incisors longer and sharper made for tearing meat off bone. He pauses tilting his head before licking his darkened lips. “Your flesh won’t taste as briny as the others which will be a refreshing change.”

In contrast to Doppio’s melodious voice, his is deep and flat. Instead of the pleasurable fog, it sends icy chills down the nape of your neck to your spine. You aren’t sure if it’s the smell of the cave or his words as the sensation of nausea returns with full force and you have the sudden urge to vomit. He really intends on eating you.

His expression darkens further.

“But trying to run off after I had sampled your body… that was your second mistake after answering my call. Did you really think you could get away, ungrateful foolish human?”

It’s probably hopeless but you try to appeal to the creature anyway.

“Please… don’t do this.”

He laughs, well you assume it’s a laugh, it sounds more like a squawk than anything human and the next thing you know you’re being tossed to the floor like you weigh nothing. You land awkwardly on your side, the impact sending shocks through your already damaged body. You try to curl up into a ball but he keeps you spread, one claw wraps around your ankle the other digs into your other foot keeping them pinned to the floor. In the new light, you notice his eyes have switched from hazel to bright green, the pupil looking broken and scattered in its depths. He leans over you wings spread caging you in, one hand supports your back as you’re half pulled off the floor and the other grips your chin.

“They won’t find out what happened to you even if your bones wash up on the shore. Humans are too stupid, too weak to be a threat to an apex predator like me.” You feel his lips sneer against your ear as he taunts you.

“You’ll be forgotten, just another nameless victim of the sea.”

You want to tell him he’s wrong so badly. He’s just trying to get to your head in your final moments. Your family and friends will come looking for you, they won’t forget you! Surely some authority will come to investigate your disappearance. Maybe some brave hero like in the old myths will hunt down and slay this beast to avenge your death and all the other innocent lives he’s taken. How has no one caught this monster already? You take a breath in to retort but the words fail to come out.

Your last hope dies as you realise you can’t get out of this, no one is coming to save you and you silently pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s not the type to play with his food. Your eyes burn as tears fall down your face and the siren licks up their trail with his rough tongue feeling like sandpaper against your sensitised skin. He places a kiss on your sore cheek, a gentle act that should be comforting but there is no affection in the gesture, just mockery. Your jaw is held firmly between the talons of one hand the other threading through your hair close to your scalp and pulling your head back violently.

The creature’s head dips down and his teeth sink with ease into the front of your exposed throat, searing pain blossoms from the wound. You are paralysed momentarily from the shock but it just gets worse as he tears what he’d managed to grip around out. 

You want to scream, cry, anything but there no air, just the gurgle of blood caught in the open wound. The agony of your open throat and the burn of your own blood entering your lungs threatens to overwhelm you, yet you attempt to struggle with all your remaining strength trying to escape from the siren. It’s futile. His avian limbs hold down yours with no effort on his part. 

More pain shoots through you as his teeth dig in again this time on the right side of your neck severing the arteries under the muscle as they pierce into you. Hot fluid spurts out from the puncture running down the creature’s face and dripping onto the cave floor. The sudden drop in blood pressure makes you dizzy and the fight drains from your body. Your eyes are open but your vision is darkening and you’re quickly losing grip on your consciousness.  The pain alleviates fading rapidly to numbness as your thoughts stop and your body slumps in his hold. The last thing you see is the shocking pink of his hair fanning over your face as he feasts.

***

The sun has nearly finished setting, the thin strip of amber light remaining in the dark sky sending small streaks of orange across the surface of the water as the young man emerges from the cave entrance. His face is smeared with your blood running down from his mouth to the bottom of his neck, further splatters littering his naked form. As he hops from rock to rock down to the waterfront, he absentmindedly pulls a tendon that had gotten stuck in his now smaller teeth out with his nails, your flesh still remaining under them not yet removed from his earlier meal. Your boat has long gone from the beach, taken by the high tide with no rope to prevent it from being washed away. Doppio takes his favourite spot looking out over the sea and once again begins to sing.

The song permeates the night air but there is no one left to hear it.

[bonkaisecretsanta]

making a date

Happy holidays @luncrchronicles​ from @0oharleyquinno0!

Another hectic day, Bonnie figured it out by the time she set foot inside Jo’s office.

“You have no idea how much I love to see your face at this time, Bonnie.” Jo gasped, tossing a red file on the table. Black hair dishevelled, the manager was pure form of mess. Bonnie was not exactly fond of Jo’s organizational skills, but she appreciated her work, how she handled clients, colleagues and superiors. That’s all an intern had to know, Bonnie reminded herself.

“I’m going to call it a day,” Jo announced striding in her cabin. “Gosh, where is my bag?” She went on searching here and there.

Bonnie crinkled her nose and scanned the entire room. “Next to your table,” she pointed out quietly.

Cussing and rushing to that side, Josette grabbed it. “Better I did not stand up Ric.” Muttering to herself, she rushed to the door and turned around, slapping her forehead. “I told my boss I won’t be coming tomorrow. So, he asked me to submit Gale’s report by tonight. I did research and analysis and arranged them in order. But please do the conclusion and pass it to him.” Bonnie’s expression started changing. “For once he excused me because of my wedding. And don’t forget to submit the file, or else I’m fired and so are you!” She declared the latter while running out of her chamber.

Good that she was gone before finding bitterness on her intern’s face and listening to a disapproving groan.

Like always, Jo would drop trembling news in the last moments.

Sighing out loud, Bonnie decided to have a cup of coffee before getting back to the work that Jo had left for her.

Bonnie had not made much of acquaintances in the office premises except for handful people. The relationship with them was somewhere around formal greetings and smiles, as she was walking in this place since a month.

She was at the elevator, ready to get in when the doors opened and she collided into a masculine figure. Apologies would have been sufficed, but the stranger did not leave her.

“That’s the prettiest of all faces I have seen this day,” he purred.

Bonnie blinked, slowly taking in his form. A lean yet built, tall structure was looking down at her. She had to stretch up her neck to meet his pinning gaze. Mischief danced in his eyes as she took a step away, maintaining distance with this light brown-haired guy.

Choosing to ignore sudden chills at her tailbone, Bonnie averted her stare and decided to leave.

“Uh-uh, I was speaking here.” He did not let her slip easily. “Perhaps—“

“Not interested,” Bonnie cut him off sharply and walked past him, into the elevator.

She lagged time, patience and energy these days. Especially after the recent break-up, she confined herself to work. Hence, her rejection was quick and piercing, thinking that would shoo him away.

By the time she had coffee and returned to the office, the annoyingly handsome stranger was still hanging around in Josette’s office, leaned back in her chair. It pissed her off, immensely.

“Leave before I call the guards.” A warning from her side.

He did not look at her as he spoke. “There is no need of getting nasty, Bonnie Bennett. Lovely name, by the way. I only want to see my sister.”

One: he knew her name.

Two: who the hell was this sister?

These two things crossed her mind.

And he went on, as if it was her sole responsibility to listen him out. “She doesn’t answer my calls, doesn’t reply to my texts. You tell me isn’t it her being cruel to this poor soul? Who can do that to their twin brother?”

He was a dramatic, Bonnie concluded it in this less time period. And then, putting pieces gradually she hunched he was Jo’s twin brother.

“If you are speaking of Jo, then you are late.” She responded calmly. “She called it off.”

“To meet up with that Saltzman.” Jo’s twin shook his head tiredly. “Alaric bores me to tears. Honestly, I don’t know what she saw in him that she is so eager to marry him.”

“I am not here to discuss your personal feelings, mister,” Bonnie reminded him, being cold and straight.

“It is Kai, Kai Parker.” A full-length boyish smile crept to his face that made her forget the truth that she was dealing with an adult. “Malachai Parker—“ he mused, stroking his chin, “—the name itself is full of negative vibes.”  

“Whatever,” she muttered, as soon as she came back to reality. “Leave now.”

Kai or Malachai glanced at her, as she crossed arms waiting for him to exit. He smirked getting back to the file he was reading before she appeared. “Good thing you are only an intern. For a moment, I believed you are my sister’s boss. Your body must be truly flexible to work in a cheerleading team.”

“How do you know my details?” She was half-curious and half-annoyed when he spoke so many things about her.

Kai displayed the part of file he was going through. Her resume. Jo maintained those documents, but she forgot to secure them. Of course.

“Put it aside and leave,” she repeated, her voice restrained.

“Okay.” He gave in with a sigh and went on his feet. “I will leave as per your request, Bonnie.” Twisting her mouth, she glared at his every step while she walked back to the table to get the Gale’s report. Playful and intrigued, he suggested when he was at door, “I think we should meet up sometime.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes toward the desk, checking for the document. Gale’s report–it should be here in this mess. She rang up Jo for confirmation, but she did not answer.

Kai did not quit the place. Instead he continued with his nuance. “Lunch, dinner?” Bonnie dived into the pile of documents, but the file was nowhere. “At least, coffee would make me happy? I would not mind if we go and grab a drink or two.”

“Oh, zip it up!” she hissed.

“I wish I could, but,” he paused after hearing her groan and murmured, “you are searching for something?”

“Thanks for understanding,” Bonnie sneered and placed her hands on her hips.

She was dead. Jo was dead, if she did not finish the work by that night. And it was six in the evening already.

“Let me help you,” he offered, showing unexpected concern. Bonnie lifted her brows at him slightly. “Come on, I’m not a useless guy as you perceive me to be.”  

Honestly, she had no opinion on him. Probably that could change.

On one side she was searching while from the other side, Kai lent a helping hand. “What are you looking for by the way?”

“A blue file, heading written as Gale’s.”

After five minutes of restlessness, Bonnie halted everything. It had to be here itself, she cried inwardly. Kai followed her, but appeared like he had something in mind.

“Why am I doing this, by the way?” he mused with a confused smile.

Bonnie shrugged. “To help me out, of course.”

Elevating a brow, he bent one of the corners of his mouth into devilish smirk. “But what do I get from this?”

Bonnie stiffened her jaw in result. Kai decided to be pain in her ass. She did not say anything, but resumed her actions. Slamming on the desk, he impeded with another set of infuriating words. “I did not say I hate to do this. It is my pleasure indeed. However, I would love to–”

“I don’t have time for this. Come straight to the point.”

“I will search for you, you come out for dinner with me.”

Now he was speaking like a toddler. “And why would I do that when I have perfect set of eyes and hands, so that I can do it by myself?” Bonnie smiled tiredly. “Without you, it would take another thirty minutes or one hour at maximum.” Clearly she stated that she was not depending on him entirely.

“Oh, please. Give it a try first–”

“Now, now, Kai,” she began coldly. “You are wasting my time.”

“If I get my hands on that file prior to you, then you should come with me.” He proposed new childish idea, being excited about it. “I promise I’m no serial killer,” he sweet talked. “Only curious, but not a creepy guy.”

Bonnie eyed him for more than five seconds. He was true, and simply hitting on her. It was Jo’s brother, so she could trust him?

She was not certain, although she decided not to stress on it. “We shall see about it,” she replied quietly.

Victory glinted in his eyes, just like that. His impish grin was not intimidating, surprisingly. Shaking her head in exhaustion, Bonnie followed his actions. Kai’s work sped up than before, and she could not help but glance at him once in every while. Though, he did not pay much of attention to her this time.

She frowned slightly and reminded silently about the deadline.

Another five minutes flew away effortlessly. A deep chuckle vibrated from the other side of the room. “There you are!”

Bonnie froze in her place at first. “What, you got it?”

“Financial statement analysis of Gale’s?”

“Oh my God, yeah!” Bonnie ran to him and snatched file away to check it thoroughly. A sigh of pure content, relief escaped her. “Thank me later with a proper dinner.”

Bonnie gave him a pointed look. “I don’t know when I’ll be free.”

“Now it is you trying to slip through my fingers.” Kai laughed melodiously. “I’m not that bad, Bonnie. It is just, what do you say,” he thought, “we did not have a decent start.”

Wiping sweat beads from her forehead, she buzzed. Gazing into his sparkling eyes, for long period, did lighten up her mood somewhat. Saying no other word, she twirled on her heel and walked to her corner to finish up the conclusion part.

It took her only one hour to wind up because Jo put every detail neatly, which was the reason she loved Jo’s work.

The manager was in an average mood, so he did not bite her head off when she went to submit the report. Thank heavens above. Before she left Kai’s voice, boyish grin and set of dazzling bluish grey orbs flew into her head, making her check Jo’s cabin.

He had gone, of course.

Probably, he was playing with her this entire time?  

Slightly she felt disappointment claiming her system. Taking unhurried steps, she made it out of the building at last. Only to see Kai waiting next to his car.

He waved at her, full of energy even in that chill night. Bonnie might have felt her heart beating faster. Out of happiness, surprise? But why?

“I thought you left,” she commented.

He beamed sheepishly. “You can’t get rid of me that soon.”

Bonnie nodded at him, finding a smile creeping to her lips while she stared at him for a moment. He pressed lips into a thin line and did not avert his gaze for even a second.

“What is your cuisine?” she asked, pleasantly astonishing Kai.

“Italian or Chinese,” He said, running hands through his brown hair. “I really don’t mind if you have anything else in mind.”

“It is Chinese then.” Bonnie declared, brushing her dark hair off shoulders as she walked to the passenger side of his car.