#* โฆ ๐๐. โฎ asks โฏ โธป โ
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you're now the ceo of the biggest label in kpop. you're going to debut a new group soon, and need to pick your members fast. put your mutuals in a group together and give them positions and roles :p there are no limits to your creativity, let's create the leaders of kpop!
THIS ONE WAS SO FUN i was gonna make a group name fandom name and everything but no one else did that ๐ let's get it
โก @yv17 : sub vocalist, lead dancer
nora just gives dancer? i know you said you're more of a vocal but i just know you've got a natural talent for dancing??? probably one of those unintentionally funny members like sunghoon, they're just saying what comes to mind and everyone's laughing ๐ "nora being unintentionally funny for 20 minutes" things y'know
โก @hoonfever : main rapper, lead dancer
i just know mei is good at rapping i feel it in my liver. you may not know it yet mei but i can smell it ๐ค also a really good dancer??? very powerful yet smooth dancing like you just can't take your eyes off her??? "mei outdancing your faves for 15 minutes straight"
โก @lov3niki : main dancer
this is given tbh, kim's been dancing since she was 5??? and not those zumba classes that are taught by the middle aged aunties who work minimum wage with 5 kids like actually dancing??? i can't even imagine the skill. god tier stage presence every moment can be turned into an edit,, she always looks good no matter what she's doing, fans are obsessed
โก @haknom : lead dancer, vocalist
i just know kayla can dance don't even try ๐ญ definitely a smooth kind of dancer like karina or soobin. moves so clean but is also very versatile and can do sharp choreography with ease??? doesn't get very many vocal moments but WHEN SHE DOES ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง I'm floored
โก @tzyuki : leader, main vocalist
appointing ej as leader because i think she's the most sane of all my mutuals ๐ an eunbi type of idol and leader, complete goofball but she can be scarily strict if need be. i also just know ej's good at singing??? has a really unique voice and tone that you can recognise from light years away you always know it's her singing even if you don't stan
โก @blurredplatform : leader, dancer
also being one of my only sane moots i think lirin would make a really good leader, definitely less authoritative than ej but she knows how to bring out the best in all the members and encourage them when need be (a soobin type of leader) <3 definitely knows everyone inside and out, probably better than they know themselves
โก @soov : vocalist
rei is just lost. she just never knows what's going on. always in her own world, the others can be talking about comeback promotions and she wasn't even aware a comeback was in place. it's kind of sad but it's also really funny ๐ ironically funny but never funny when she tries ๐ her jokes just tend to fly over everyone's head ๐ญ although she's a bit clueless she's a very talented vocalist, i see rei with a very soothing voice who does well with adlibs and backing vocals ๐
โก @hyeki : main dancer, lead rapper
the keeho of the group. alayna's humour is for the elite only ๐ญ everyone's either scratching their heads or embarrassed whenever she opens her mouth ๐ definitely a shuhua kind of idol, enjoys messing with the fans and occasionally fights with them purely for amusement ๐ญ i do think alayna is a really good dancer though, good at popping and locking as well as great fluidity ๐ซถ
โก @astrozuya : lead vocalist, all rounder
i pondered for years trying to give luka a position i just think he could do anything and everything??? although i do think vocals are his strong point and he would mainly get vocal lines in songs. very friendly ๐ has an endless collection of darlings like yeonjun ๐ญ he's just so easygoing you get along with him immediately. major seungmin or soobin vibes
โก @deeznutsriki : lead vocalist, sub rapper
sree my favourite shahrukh fangirl ๐๐ซถ i see sree as a really good vocalist, very good at vibratos and runs although she could probably have any position ? another very comforting idol who gives encouraging words and always wishes fans for their religious holidays, exams seasons and such ๐๐ซถ literal sweetheart must be protected and everyone loves her
โก @i6wonsz : rapper
ELFIE MY BAE HRU elfie is a rapper and i will not hear anything else. a versatile rapper too like aisha, eu, yeonjun or hongjoong. her raps always go viral and are edit audios for months on end ๐ญ could definitely be a singer too i see elfie as an idol who adapts easily and learns quickly even if she hasn't been trained in said area. probably the one filling in for other members if they can't perform and such
โก @gfksn : sub vocalist
MARI ๐ง VOCALS ARE HEAVEN ON EARTH has such a sweet voice like daniel or hanni, it's smooth and relaxing you could fall asleep listening to her sing. probably gets lines in the bridge or a build up, definitely the bass of all backing vocals and adlibs her voice is so easy to layer on and makes everything sound 100193830x better
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in my atiny era tbh
GOOD FOR U wait who's ur ateez bias ๐คจ๐คจ๐คจ๐คจ i need to know
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๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง (๐๐)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader
Summary: After you reveal the truth of what your relationship really was between you and Miguel, everyone's keen on learning more. So what better way to give a little more insight than a dinner at your shared home?
Warnings: None~ Just back again with silly shenanigans and the softest of fluff :3
A/N: Hello, everyone! After the first part of 'What's In Between' blew up (you can read it here, thank you so much by the way, you're all so sweet), many people have asked for a part two, so here it is! Enjoy <3
The moment you break the news to them, the volume of the table booms to a fever pitch as everyone begins talking at the same time.
โW-WHAT?!โ
โMarried? No way,โ Hobie says.
โHow long have you been together?โ Pavitr asks.
โI canโt say I saw this comingโฆโ Miles says, eyes widening in surprise.
Miguel had been watching you the moment you snuck up on the group, but with the newfound panic from everyone he couldnโt help but make his way over to the commotion.
โYouโre all being loud, what are you yelling about now?โ Miguel asks, walking over and standing by your side.
โHOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US YOU WERE MARRIED?!โ Gwen shouts.
โYou never asked,โ he blinks, โand also, itโs none of your business.โ
โMiguel, as your best friend I am deeply offended that you havenโt told me after this long, does our friendship mean nothing to you?โ Peter says, hand on his chest in pretend hurt.
โYou are not my best friend,โ Miguel deadpans.
โAfter I opened up to you no less, I mean, you were the first person I told about Mayday! All the details-โ he continues, ignoring the comment.
โNot by choice,โ he mutters.
โDoes no one know about this?? At all???โ Pavitr asks, โI mean, you two are married.โ
โI mean, Jess knows about it,โ you gesture, and she only grins.
โAnd now all of you do too,โ Miguel sighs. โVida mรญa, I thought we talked about this,โ he admonishes.
โOh, cโmon, it was cute how they were all trying to figure it out for so long. I was starting to feel bad,โ you say, smoothing your hair back. He only stares at you for a moment before sighing.
โFine,โ he relents, โCanโt do anything about it now anyway.โ He smiles softly at you, and the group watches in awe as their cold leader softens in your presence, but his gaze quickly grows dark as he turns back to the group.
โOne word of this to anyone outside of this group,โ he says with a pointed finger before trailing off, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks as to what he might do.
Everyoneโs faces pale like a sheet at the unnamed threat (well, except for Hobie, he only watches with blatant amusement on his face), but you only laugh.
โMiguel, donโt threaten the kids,โ you giggle. โDonโt worry, heโs all bark and no bite,โ you whisper to them with a wink.
โHey, thatโs what I say!โ Peter says.
โYou are his best friend after all,โ you grin.
โI have never said those words a day in my life,โ he scoffs, but you ignore him, eyes lighting up with an idea.
โOh! I have a lovely idea, how about you all swing by our place for dinner later? We never have guests,โ you suggest.
Gwen gasps, โReally?โ
โThisโฆmaybe doesnโt seem like the best idea,โ Miles says as he shrinks down in his seat at Miguelโs glare towards you.
โI have plans tonightโฆthough I donโt think theyโd mind if I cancel,โ Hobie says nonchalantly, but everyone knew there was no way in hell heโd miss something like this.
โWhat am I, cat litter?โ Jess asks. She was the only person to have been at your shared home, having joined around the same time as you, and being one of the few people Miguel fully trusts.
โYou know it's not like that, Jess,โ you turn to her with a grin.
โAbsolutely not, it's already a liability that they know querida, now you want them traipsing into our home?โ Miguel argues, and you narrow your eyes at him, never one to back down from a fight. While it got on his nerves, it's what he loved about you too. He needed someone that wouldnโt take his shit.
โMiguel,โ you say, giving him a look. โAll our enemies are literally in alternate universes who, aside from those small tears, have no way to go cross-dimensional, let alone find us in the expanse of a universe. Besides, I think it would be nice,โ you say, and Mayday seems to agree since she climbs right up into your arms, babbling happily.
โAnd donโt think I donโt know you have a soft spot for this lil ragtag team,โ you smile, bouncing up and down as Mayday laughs.
He huffs, โI am anything but soft, especially for them. They never listen, donโt follow protocol, are immature, and the list goes on.โ
โHeโs lying,โ you whisper, covering your mouth from his direction as though that would stop him from happening. Mayday grabs your hand though, playing with your fingers happily. โSee how his ears are turning red?โ
At that, his ears turn more red and the group tries to stifle their snickers to no avail.
โQuerida,โ he warns. โDo you feel the need to share anything else about me? Or have you had enough,โ he asks, poking your shoulder. You place a hand on his bicep with a gentle smile, and his expression softens much to his dismay.
โHoney, I have no idea what youโre talking about,โ you grin. โAlright, itโs settled then! Youโre all coming over tonight.โ
~
You hummed softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, preparing the food for dinnertime when everyone would be coming over.
Then, you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck as a familiar presence makes himself known, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head rests on top of yours.
โVida mรญa, the food smells good,โ he says softly before sighing. โBut Iโm not very happy with you today.โ
You let out a sigh of your own as you turn off the stove before turning around in his arms to face him.
โMiguel, my love,โ you say, smoothing out the collar of the pullover he wore before looking up at him. โI know you well, donโt I?โ
โMore than anyone,โ he says, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest amount as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
โThen itโs safe to assume that youโve been wanting to hang out with more people in the Society apart from work-related things?โ you ask, placing your hand on his chest.
โI canโt afford anything like that in this line of work, you know that querida,โ he sighs, that familiar hardened look in his eyes for a moment.
โMiguel, your only friends canโt be me, Lyla and Jess,โ you pout.
โVida mรญa, you are my wife,โ he says.
โYes, and it's miracle enough that I was able to grow close enough to you to get to that point,โ you chuckle, โso my existence in your life is proof itself that you are capable of growing close to people. Iโve seen you, I think youโre ready and deep down I know you donโt always want to be perceived as the cold and unfeeling leader of the Society. Why not start with them?โ
โThatโs not a decision for you to make,โ he says, glancing away from you.
โI know, and Iโm sorry,โ you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that you threw Miguel into this without warning. โI should have spoken to you about it first but who knows. Maybe this is a good thing, opening your heart a little more,โ you explain. โDonโt think I realize youโre the hardest on them because you believe in them,โ you smile.
He huffs before pausing to think for a moment. โSometimes I wonder when you snuck your little way into my head, querida.โ
โAdmit it, youโre growing soft,โ you giggle softly.
โNever,โ he counters, tickling your side which makes you scrunch up your face as you laugh breathlessly.
โOKAY! Okay, youโre one soft fluffy teddy bear, happy?โ you say which only makes him continue with even more fervour.
โThat is the most ridiculous thing I think I have ever heard you say, querida,โ he snorts but finally relents.
โYeahโฆ.I canโt even say that with a serious face,โ you chuckle. โBut you do have your moments, tough guy,โ you smile, leaning up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.
โYeah, yeah. Whatever,โ he rolls his eyes. Thatโs when the doorbell rings, and immediately your eyes light up.
โOh! Theyโre here!!โ you say excitedly, escaping from his grasp as you move to open up the door.
โHere we go,โ he murmurs to himself, and you turn to face him.
โWhat was that?โ you ask.
โNothing, vida mรญa,โ he replies, and you narrow your eyes in disbelief.
โBehave, Miguel,โ you tell him.
โWouldnโt dream of anything else,โ he replies, and you grin before opening up the front door.
There, you find Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Peter (alongside Mayday of course), Hobie and Jess all standing outside, chatting amongst themselves before turning to you.
Miles almost looks like heโs in disbelief like he couldnโt really believe this was your home quite yet.
โHi!โ Gwen starts.
โTook you lot long enough,โ Hobie says. โWas starting to think we'd have to build a fire and cook it ourselves.โ Gwen punches his shoulder, to which he lets out a little โOw!โ
โSorry about him,โ Gwen apologizes.
You just find yourself laughing at it all though.
โNo apologies needed, we were a little preoccupied. Come on in, make yourself at home,โ you say, opening the door a little wider for them to make their way through.
โNot too at home though,โ you hear Miguel say, leaning into the foyer from the living room, arms crossed over his chest.
โIgnore him,โ you say, giving him a pointed look to which he just stares at you blankly. โDinner will be ready soon, I just have to set the table and we can eat, alright?โ
โIt smells delicious,โ Pavitr says, โIโm starving.โ
Mayday seems to agree as she crawls up from the baby carrier onto Peterโs head, making grabby hands from the top.
โSomeoneโs hungry,โ Peter chuckles. โGot anything she can eat?โ
โI have a few things, donโt worry,โ you smile.
โIt really does smell really good though, but it always does,โ Jess adds.
โItโs nothing special,โ you say sheepishly. โJust some of Miguelโs favourites.โ
You guide them all into the living room. โSettle in! Iโll be done in a snap,โ you say.
As you make your way back to the kitchen (with Jess joining you to help out), back in the living room the squad of spiders settle in almost hesitantly, a watchful eye monitoring all of their reactions.
No one dares say anything, only sitting around nervously.
โSoโฆnice weather weโre having,โ Peter says, trying to lighten the mood but even Mayday gives him a deadpanned expression.
Miguel sighs. โYouโre all acting like thereโs a ticking time bomb waiting for you to speak before setting off,โ he says, still leaning up against the doorway.
โWe donโt know, mate. Is there?โ Hobie jokes, but Milesโ face drops anyway.
โThere isnโt, for the record. I can be harsh but Iโm not evil,โ Miguel scoffs before making eye contact with Pavitr who looks like he wanted to ask something but was holding back.
โOne question,โ he says simply with a nod.
โHow long have you two been together?โ
โโฆa little over 4 years now,โ he replies.
โHow did you meet?โ Gwen asks.
โI said one question,โ he says before your voice cuts in.
โMy universe was one of the first he visited! He hated me back then, though,โ you laugh as you walk back in. โSpeaking of which!! I have some things you might all want to see after dinner,โ you grin mischievously.
โI thought you said I was the one that had to behave, mi corazรณn,โ Miguel says, a warning tone in his voice.
โAnd I am, arenโt I?โ you say, poking his side playfully. โAnyway, dinnerโs ready,โ you say, leading them to the dining room. โI know it's not much but-โ
โHow in the hell is this not much??โ Hobie exclaims, and you just shrug. โYou should see dinner with my family, then you will think that itโs not much,โ you say with a chuckle.
On the table sat a wide expanse of food, all of Miguelโs favourites from Mexico. Empanadas as the appetizer, alongside pozole, ceviche, enchiladas, and chicken with mole poblano all served with a side of rice, beans, or homemade corn tortillas depending on each personโs preference.
You can see Miguelโs eyes visibly brighten as he looks at the food, settling in at the head of the table with you by his side.
โCome eat!โ As you say that, everyone sits down before beginning to eat, everyone heading straight to what appealed to them the most.
โThis is the best thing Iโve ever tasted,โ Miles says, eyes closed in bliss.
โOye, donโt let your Mother hear that, kid,โ Miguel says, but the corner of his lip was upturned in the tiniest of smiles. The most he would allow himself around this many people.
โThank you, Miles,โ you smile.
โThis, uhh, how do you say it again? Poh-zuhl?โ Gwen asks, and you laugh out loud as she turns pink, meanwhile both Miguel and Miles cringe slightly.
โIโm sorry for laughing, sweetheart. Youโre almost there; itโs pronounced like โpoh-zoh-layโ,โ you say kindly.
โOhh, okay gotcha. Pozole. Itโs really good! Feelsโฆcomforting, almost,โ she says.
โYes,โ you say, glancing at your husband with a soft smile, โitโs Miguelโs favourite. Says it โtastes like homeโ.โ A chorus of โawwsโ go around the table, while Miguel only holds the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
โAlright, alright. Enough with the cheesy stuff, letโs get back to eating, yeah?โ Hobie says before shoving his fork back into his mouth.
~
Once dinner was finished (and after both Miles and Gwen insisted that they did the dishes despite much argument from you), everyone was settled again in the living room laughing and talking together, and while Miguel only said a few things here and there and sat by your side like a lost puppy, he did seem to be enjoying himself.
โAlright! Now, before everyone goes back home, I have one more thing Iโd like to show you,โ you say once it quiets down a bit. Standing up, you make your way over to a large bookshelf you and Miguel had built together when you first moved in together.
โIโve gotten tired of having only myself to show these photos to, so this is the perfect opportunity,โ you smile.
โQuerida-โ Miguel says, holding out a hand to block your way but you look at him with pleading eyes, and he canโt do anything but relent. He couldnโt say no when you looked at him like that.
With a triumphant โhaha!โ you grab a photo album labelled with a date and a single word; โOursโ.
Everyone crowds around as you place it down on the coffee table, and you open it up to the first page.
Gwen is the one that gasps first, eyes wide with awe.
โYou both look so beautiful,โ she says softly.
There, front and centre was a photo of you and Miguel on your wedding day. You were smiling wide at the camera, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand while Miguel only looked at you with an expression so in awe it was as though you painted the stars in the sky.
โYou clean up nicely, big man,โ Hobie comments, and Pavitr nods.
โWeddings, my favourite,โ Jess says, a fond expression on her face as she thinks back to her own husband.
โI had a bird fly into my face at my weddingโฆbut they are nice,โ Peter says, rocking Mayday gently as she naps away after the hearty dinner even despite the commotion.
You continue to flip through the photobook, pausing periodically for a little anecdote about each one. Miguel had long stood up to make room for everyone else, but he looked at you in the same way he did on your wedding day.
Like you were the light of his life, the one good thing he had amongst the millions of universes parallel to his own. Like you were his everything.
~
โAdmit it, you like them,โ you smile, the house finally quiet after everyone headed home. He only rolls his eyes before pulling you into his lap, his face going into the crook of your neck as he holds you close.
โThere is a big difference between โlikingโ and โtoleratingโ, sweetheart,โ he says, rubbing circles into your hip soothingly.
โYeah, yeah, tough guy. Whatever you say,โ you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling into his touch with a happy sigh.
You both sit there for a moment in silence, the two of you werenโt ones to fill silence with mindless chatter. If words neednโt be said then they werenโt.
โThat wasโฆnice, though,โ he admits softly after a little while.
โI know,โ you whisper.
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โThat wonโt happen again for a long while though,โ he says, pulling away to look at you, crimson eyes pleading with you wordlessly.
You canโt do anything but laugh.
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โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!! โฎ
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ โห engawa โ a hallway-like path surrounding the house โ shoji โ a sliding door/divider โ koto โ a Japanese zither/stringed instrument
The winter storm has leached everything into bleak shades of black and white, like ink on parchment. The trees are thick black strokes against the deep gray clouds, dusted with a thick layer of snow as flurries fall like stars through the courtyard. In the moonlight each snowflake shines like pearls, soft and lustrous as they dance on the wind. From the edge of the engawa it almost looks like staring into the great gaping mouth of a beast thatโs swallowed the world, spears of ice hanging like jagged teeth from the edge of the roof, the wind shuddering through the estate in howling gusts. The cold night is scented with dreams of spring, sweet smelling coal burning in braziers, wafting gray wisps of floral-scented smoke into the wind.ย
Itโs quiet aside from the sharp whistling of the wind and the hissing of snow melting over hot coals, then, somewhere within the estate, a bell tolls for the Hour of the Rooster. Nightfall, despite the veil of darkness already laid out by the storm clouds. Suddenly thereโs the sound of footsteps soft as summer rain, pattering through the estate and the shoji begin to blossom with the warmth of firelight as candles are lit throughout the sprawling house. More snow gathers in soft sheets over the courtyard before thereโs a gentle knock to announce a soft-footed servant coming to renew the braziers and light the lanterns. The scent of lavender is renewed as the coals are sifted and replaced and the engawa is streaked with blushing shades of gold as the pink-tinged paper lanterns are lit in turn.ย
Of all the rooms in the vast estate, yours is the most adorned. Which is to say, it looks as though your room is used for more than sleeping. Thereโs a modest desk with inks and paper, a small table for combs and perfumes, and a trunk for miscellaneous things beside the chest of drawers filled with kimono. When sheโs lit the last lantern, you ask the girl to send for your personal maid. A dowry servant, though not originally one of yours. Life in this estate is fleeting in that way.ย
An unbalanced teacup had been the undoing of the girl your father sent to accompany you in your marriage. Stained silk and scalded skin, later soaked with splatters of blood. But the tatami were changed and the kimono and girl were replaced. Your new maid is a bit olderโa few years your seniorโoriginally belonging to a woman that came before you. Certainly not First Mistress because she would loathe to see you even look upon anything of hers. No, she served a less honored concubine that wasnโt worthy of the title โwife,โ even if itโs a hollow honor in itself. Still, your maid had belonged to the unknown mistress before she perished. It all happened before you were brought to the estate, but the haggard weight of the loss still sits heavy on her shoulders. Her face always looks like a crumpled piece of paper that someone tried to smooth flat, creased with hidden worries. She arrives quickly, kneeling to await her orders.ย
โIโm happy,โ you tell her. โA new Mistress is joining the family tonight, isnโt that right? Happy news.โ The maid hums something to the tune of affirmation, long since grown used to your unflinchingly jovial disposition. She once asked if you wear a smiling mask throughout the day and take it off once you sleep. Itโs a silly question, of course, but you like to imagine that you smile even in your sleep. There is nothing to be sad about. Living a life such as this is no different than a deer grazing in a meadow. There is nothing beyond the grass. Nothing farther than the horizon or higher than the tallest tree. What is there to be sad about when the world has been folded into something small enough to hold in your hands, a piece of origami meant to be appreciated and not pondered. Thereโs happiness in the simplicity that this life provides, though you seem to be the only one to realize it.ย
The other two Mistresses of the house say that you should be locked up in a rice chest and left out to die. That itโs cruel to let you live in such a state of delusion. How little they know, yet itโs still too much. At times, it seems that they are far deeper in their minds than youโve ever been. Caught up in worries and tribulations that havenโt plagued you in a long time, since you let go of your humanity. What use is pretending to be human when youโre treated like a pet. Treasured and pampered but still inferior to the master of the house. Because your husband has no true use for human brides. In keeping the three of you, he has honored each of your families with the knowledge that their blood has produced something too intriguing to kill off just yet. Perhaps if he desires an offspring to assume his legacy heโll have a true use for one of you.ย
Other brides have been offered and had their families culled like squashing bugs. It made you feel some air of superiority, knowing that you were chosen from a dozen women to be honored as a new wife to the King of Curses. It only took a few months for you to realize your place in all this and the last thread of your humanity snapped like a frayed koto string. Thinking of yourself as a person is useless when the person that holds your life within his hands sees you as no more than a doll to be toyed with as he sees fit.ย
โIโm happy.โ You always mean it when you say it. Happiness is all you have left when faced with the truth of how finite your existence is. There is no world beyond the walls of this estate. No people beyond its residence and staff. No purpose outside of serving your husband with unwavering loyalty. In that regard you are the most precious of his wives. The others, their devotion wavers. Youโve seen it in the way they still hesitate to follow simple instructions, still tremble and shrink in Lord Sukunaโs presence even as you bloom like a flower in the light of the sun. He is your sun. There is no life without him. Which is why you are happy to simply exist in this small world that heโs made for you.ย
His power has greatly uncomplicated your existence, turned it to something purposeful, something that will end when youโre no longer of use. And Lord Sukuna will always tell you when you serve no further purpose to him. How many underlings has he executed because they were no longer of use? You imagine they mustโve felt great pride in the moments before their demise at the hands of their King. Pride in knowing that they did what they were made to do. As a child you had scoffed at the idea that your only purpose was to be wed and serve your husband as a proper wife should, but that was when the husband of your future was set to be someone unremarkable. Lord Sukuna is greater than any man thatโs ever lived. Perhaps even ascended beyond the concept of a man to become the strongest sorcerer to ever live. As the daughter of a highly regarded family known for birthing remarkable sorcerers, you take pride in your small but purposeful place in all this. The culling of clans, the clashing of factions trying to unseat your husband. History will remember you because you will play your part until the very end. An end youโll greet with a smile if it should come by your husbandโs hand.ย
โWill the Fourth Mistress be here soon?โ A new deer to join the herd, a new flower planted in the garden.ย
โBy the Hour of the Bird, the last message said.โ Your maid agrees. Soon, a new Mistress will be here. Itโs been so long since another woman has joined hands with Lord Sukuna. The last being yourself nearly two years ago. First Mistress had been collected three years ago, and Second Mistress came along only a short few months behind her. Lord Sukuna had waited half a year after that to marry a third wife, and you mustโve served him well because thereโs been no need for another until now. It makes you wonder if death is close at hand. A raven had come earlier in the day, before the snow began to fall, announcing that Lord Sukuna would be returning from his excursion by nightfall. Perhaps he wanted to arrive home in time to greet his new bride.ย
Fourth Mistress. Unlucky number Four, terrible number Four. Blowing into her marriage with a snow storm. Itโs all terribly inauspicious, but Lord Sukuna has reason for everything he does. Nothing is without purpose. Even death has cause when dealt by his hand. Even if it comes tonight you will go towards it fully satisfied. The snowfall looks beautiful, and the cold isnโt so terrible with the legion of braziers burning around you and the thick furs draped over your shoulders. Itโs a wonderful night to die if it should come to that.ย
โShall we go welcome her?โย
โFirst Mistress insisted that you need not be present for Fourth Mistressโ arrival, your highness.โ First Mistress, Jurina, whose hatred towards you cannot be quelled by any manner of platitudes.ย
When you first arrived, youโre sure it was mere jealousy that compelled her to act out against you. A multitude of wives is not uncommon among high ranking men, but rarely is it expected that they should all live together. Most wives are left in their parentsโ homes to be visited whenever their husband deems it fit. To walk the hall of your home and come across the woman your husband sees when he is not with you must be jarring to the first woman he married. Jurina seemed adamant about dispelling you from the family upon your first arrival. Now, her animosity isnโt borne of jealousy, but discomfort.ย
Your happiness makes her nervous. Sheโs said it herself. Snapping and raging at you for your unflinching smile even as she and Second Mistress have slowly begun to lose themselves in the monotony of this life. Sitting and waiting, then serving when Lord Sukuna comes home. To them, your complacency, your happiness, is something eerie and othered. Akin to the curses your families seek to eradicate. Unnatural. Inhuman. Though it hardly matters what they think of you. They are not your reason for being, and Lord Sukuna seems to find your smile charming.ย
Despite the chill, you find yourself reaching for a fan. A gift from Uraume. Theyโre strangely doting towards you in a way that they arenโt to Lord Sukunaโs other wives, bringing you gifts when they accompany Lord Sukuna on long trips away from the estate. A set of calligraphy brushes, a jade bracelet, a new kimono. Youโve amassed quite a collection of possessions by Uraumeโs spoiling, though the fans are your favorite. All made a beautifully lacquered wood, some painted with gilded designs, the folded paper painted by the hands of careful artists. Crashing waves and blossoming trees decorate each of your fans and you take great pride in keeping them all in pristine condition because youโd hate to perform a dance with a damaged fan.ย
Of all of the things filling your room, your koto is the most precious. It had belonged to your mother and she offered it with teary eyes as your wedding gift, absolutely bereft that she had to marry her daughter off to a monster to appease the head of your fatherโs clan. But such was your purpose in being born into a highly acclaimed sorcerer clan. Take your blood and lend your body to another clan so that you might make more powerful jujutsu users. Your father had complained of the waste in sending you off to quell the King of Curses, insisting that sending you to Lord Sukuna would be a waste of a bride. Curses have no use for brides nor, truly, does their King. Still, Lord Sukuna keeps all of you alive and well in his home. To what end? Itโs hardly your concern.ย
โBring my koto,โ you hum. โI want to dance.โย
The maid goes about carrying the large stringed instrument to the edge of the room where the opened shoji separates the warmth of your room from the chill of the engawa. It is a happy coincidence that your maid had been taught to play the koto some years ago when she was still an eligible maiden. But her father grew ill and when he passed her mother sent her off to find work to support herself because she couldnโt afford a dowry to marry her off properly. So she sits and serves, waiting for you to name your song of choice with her fingers poised over the strings. The song you choose is one of comfort, the first your mother ever taught you when you were learning to dance and play. Thereโs a practiced grace to your movements, smooth as a flowing river as you dance with your fan. The song is short but it is always your favorite to perform.ย
A rare beauty in the north, sheโs the finest woman on earth. A glance from her, the city falls. A second glance leaves the nation in ruins. There exists no city or nation that has been more cherished than a beauty like this.
Flecks of snow melt against the bare nape of your neck, so cold it feels like burning, but you want to keep dancing. The weather has no bearing on your mood. Rain or shine you are happy to sing and dance, amusing yourself as you wait to be of use to your lord husband. Perhaps he has already returned home along with his new bride but without the order to accompany him you will stay in your room, performing to your heartโs content. Your maid begins to pluck out the notes of your next song request, fingers stuttering over the strings as if sheโs forgotten how to play the melody. Thatโs alright, you will dance even without proper music, swinging your fan with practiced poise as your voice contests with the howling of the storm. Itโs a song of longing and melancholy. Fitting for a woman separated from her husband.ย
Are you going away? Leaving me alone? How could I live if youโve gone away? Are you going away? Leaving me alone? I want to keep you unhappy with me. I fear you may never return. Sadly, I will let you goโ
โStop whining, Iโm here.โ A voice interrupts your singing, a smooth timbre that rumbles like a roll of thunder. So please, come back soon after you leave. In a heartbeat youโre on the floor, kneeling before your husband. Lord Sukuna is soiled from his travels. Kimono stained and torn, the scent of blood lingering heavily around him, along with the buzzing aura of excess cursed energy leaking into the cold air around him.ย
โWelcome home, Lord Sukuna.โ He purrs at how you prostrate yourself at his feet, always so satisfied with your absolute submission. He once told you your lack of fear was something intriguing, your unwavering adoration far more interesting than submission borne of fear. Itโs something heโs found in so few of his followers and you imagine itโs why he shows such preference for Uraumeโs company. Of all of your husbandโs subordinates, they are by far the most devout. Perhaps even more than you because they know what Lord Sukuna is trying to achieve with all the calamity he causes. Your lord husband has never made you privy to that knowledge, and as a good wife you remember it is not your place to ask. If you are meant to know something, heโll tell you.ย
โGet out.โ His voice is thick with something akin to revulsion, though you donโt bother to raise your head. Lord Sukuna hasnโt spoken to you so gruffly since you first proved your devotion to him. Behind you thereโs the sound of frantic movements as your maid assumedly makes herself scarce in the presence of her master. When sheโs gone Lord Sukuna gives you permission to lift your head. In the low light, you can hardly see his face. Itโs hard to tell Lord Sukunaโs mood even in bright lighting. He hardly changes from his stoic expression unless thereโs blood being spilled, then a smileโmore like a deranged baring of his fanged teethโfinds its way onto his face.ย
โCome bathe with me.โ He doesnโt wait for you to react, already halfway down the engawa by the time you gather yourself enough to stand. Lord Sukuna traverses the estate with practiced ease, as if this was his childhood home and not all place of residence usurped from some affluent family. Though the perks of Lord Sukunaโs minions commandeering such a luxurious home for their leader and his family are the accommodations afforded to only the highest nobility. Because only families with more money than time to spend it can afford to build their home large enough to encompass a hot spring along with all the other necessary land. The air is humid around the bathhouse, curtained with steam as clouds of warm air seep out of the secluded space.ย
Lord Sukuna stands expectantly at the edge of the rocks surrounding the steaming pool, waiting for you to fulfill your wifely duties. With great haste you begin to undress him. His kimono is ruined beyond repair, delicate white silk tattered and stained with browning patches of blood. Still, you take great care in folding each article as itโs removed from his body. Thereโs no added layers despite the inclement weather, no added underclothes beneath the outer layer of clothing. Your hands reach skin sooner than you expected, flinching away from the warmth of his muscles as if his skin were an open flame. Despite your status as his wife and your consequently intimate knowledge of his body, you still err on the side of caution when it comes to touching Lord Sukuna. He had only asked you to undress him, not to run your fingers over the corded muscles of his arms. Luckily, your husband seems unconcerned with the wayward touch. Instead of snapping at you he rolls his shoulders as if the layers of clothes had been restricting his movements. In all likelihood, they probably have.ย
Lord Sukuna is something that is no longer human. A higher being ascended beyond the physicality of a normal man, as if his body could no longer handle the brunt of his power and needed to evolve to fit the newly emerging shape of his soul. Once, before you first laid eyes upon him, Lord Sukuna had the appearance of a mere man. An unremarkable face and body. But now he has become something beyond the shape of a human. โA two faced demon with four arms,โ as the members of your clan had called him when talks of appeasing the great King of Curses began whispering through the halls of your maiden home. Of course his rumored differences held no bearing on whether or not the clan would be willing to sacrifice a bride to satisfy the Disgraced One. His four eyes and black markings make no difference to your devotion. He is still the husband youโve dedicated your life to.ย
Tentatively, you try to strike up a conversation as Lord Sukuna settles himself in the warm pool. โHas Fourth Mistress arrived yet?โย
โYes, she arrived before I did. I expected you to be with the others, fawning over her. Why werenโt you?โ His tone is calculated as if he is trying to decide if there is cause for punishment. Your next words are chosen carefully.ย
โFirst Mistress did not thinkโit was requested that I not attend to Fourth Mistressโ arrival.โย
โAre you not my wife?โ Lord Sukuna asks, annoyance thick in his tone. Of course you are. In this life you are nothing if not his wife. โI expect that youโll act your part. The lady of the house is meant to greet guests upon their arrival. I donโt care what Jurina says. Youโre of noble birth. You know the rules on how to conduct yourself. Act like it.โย
โForgive me for speaking out of turn, my lord, but I am not the lady of the house. That is First Mistress Jurinaโs title.โ To go against your husbandโs word is wrong, reason enough for him to lash out at you, but it is the truth that Jurina is always reminding you of. She is First Mistress, the matron of the estate. It is you that is a lowly concubine in comparison to her status as a legal wife. Lord Sukuna bristles at your insolence and you duck your head to receive your reproach. Heโs a short distance away, submerged to his waist in the warm water, but Lord Sukuna can move like a striking snake. It would only take half a beat of your heart for him to reach you and tear it from your chest if he so desires it.ย
Tonightโs admonishment is far less violent. Coming in the form of a disparaging growl before he snaps at you to undress. You do so with the same care that you disrobed your husband. As his wife, you are an extension of him, and you dare not mistreat his items in his presence. Once your clothes are folded you approach Lord Sukuna with hesitant steps. Youโve discovered that drowning and burning are the worst means of death and the boiling water of the hot spring is a combination of both. Still, if tonight will be wasted on death, at least it will come in Lord Sukunaโs arms. He reaches to help you into the water, drawing you close while his second pair of arms stay splayed on the rocks behind him. He moves you as he pleases like a doll being perched on a shelf, positioning you to straddle his thigh.ย
โLook at me, woman.โ His tone doesnโt sound angry, but that has never been a successful way to guess at Lord Sukunaโs intentions. He can execute someone with a smile. You hope heโll offer you that same cruel grin when he pushes hot beneath the bubbling water.ย
โI do not care what order I married any of you in. It should be clear by now that you are the woman of this house. First or third, it doesnโt matter. Jurinaโs words hold no weight over you. Do I make myself clear?โ Thereโs a franticness to the way you nod your head, chirping out a pinched โyes, Lord Sukuna!โ as he holds your chin to keep your eyes on his.ย
โYouโre the only wife that matters to me, stupid woman. The rest,โ he scoffs, โI wouldnโt spit down their throats even if their lungs were on fire. Even the new one. Jurina is nothing and no one. I will kill her right now if it will please you.โย
And that had been the original crux of Jurinaโs jealousy. The priority with which Lord Sukuna always seemed to treat you. There were always rumors about the estate that you are the favored wife, the one that truly matters, but it is hard to believe rumors when Lord Sukuna hardly does anything to validate them. Though his constant quelling of his temper in your presence should be evidence enough. Itโs a rare thing for your husband to lash out at you, but you always assumed it was simply because you were careful with your actions. Never giving him any reason to turn his ire against you. Itโs plain to see now that the reason for your persisted well treatment is simple. You are his favorite wife.ย
Possessive as he is, Lord Sukuna has favorites in everything. Cursed weapons that he favors over all others, and servants that he calls on more often than the rest. To know you hold weight among his most precious possessions is dizzying. Of course, to Lord Sukuna, a favorite thing is a useful thing. Itโs easy to imagine that youโre the most useful of his four wives. Neither of your seniors have remarkable cursed techniques despite hailing from quite notable families in the hierarchy of the jujutsu world. And any technique they do possess is woefully untrained as is expected of women in the world of sorcery. Women of jujutsu-laden clans are meant to be vessels from which the next generation of male sorcerers are born, not taught to be sorcerers in their own right.ย
It was only by a terrible coincidence that you were able to train your own technique. A jealous cousin and a well. A harsh push to your back after she whispered about how she should be the one to marry first despite her inferior talents as a homemaker. She got her wish, the husband she so covetously desired. Last you heard sheโd been returned to your familyโs estate after being set aside for a more fitting woman.ย
When she pushed you, falling felt like flying and dying felt like burning as your lungs filled with water. In the end youโd spent nearly a week at the bottom of that seldom used well, floundering for your life as your cursed technique kept you in a constant loop of dying and reviving, bursting back to life stronger than when you died. Chrysalis is what your family had taken to calling your ability when you were finally fished out with a bucket of water. Death was something impermanent to you, though the manner of which you passed holds bearing on how long youโll be stuck in your โcocoonedโ state. You imagine being killed by means of jujutsu would kill you properly, forever, but no one has been bold enough to try. Certainly not now that you are a treasured wife of the King of Curses. Though youโre sure Lord Sukuna will kill you eventually, when your purpose has been served. For now, it seems your purpose is to provide him with the comforts a wife can offer her husband.ย
โKiss me.โ He commands, hand on your jaw already pulling you towards him. Thereโs never been anything delicate about Lord Sukuna as far as you could tell. Heโs always had an air of harshness to him, something wild and untamed that bleeds into his every movement. Youโve decided it must be because he lives the same as you, unimpeded by the world around him. The King of Curses bows to nothing and no one, so why should he govern himself by the laws and morals of humanity. Kindness, restraint, it doesnโt seem to exist to your lord husband. The same way fear no longer exists to you. So when Lord Sukunaโs handโlarge enough to hold your head in his palmโpulls you towards his fanged mouth, you feel nothing but unadulterated lust. Itโs unbecoming of a woman to find herself so lost in her bodily whims but youโre no longer just a woman. Youโre Lord Sukunaโs woman, and within the walls of his home, shame no longer exists. You melt against him as his sharp teeth find the softness of your lips. Blood spills between your open mouths, dripping down your bodies before dripping into the water with a soft tinge of pink.ย
โSweet,โ he hums.ย
Itโs no secret that Lord Sukuna is prone to fits of bloodlust so blinding heโll tear his teeth into anything soft he can find, no matter the origin of the flesh. Animal or human itโs all the same when heโs tearing his claws through a warm body. Heโs mentioned sampling your body once. How heโs thought about tearing off bits and pieces of you to taste. Of course, he told you that he would only maim you in such a way as punishment for misbehaviorโit hardly matters when death would only find you mended and made anewโthough it hasnโt stopped him from sinking his teeth into you when heโs wrapped up in another kind of lust.
Usually imperceptible if you arenโt looking for it, the only sign of Lord Sukunaโs arousal stands proudly between your legs, so large they breach the surface of the water as he holds you steady in his lap. His upper arms are still splayed out on the stone behind him as he reclines as if he is seated on a throne. Heโs shown you what a throne fit for the King of Curses would look like, but only once. In his domain. An infinite wasteland bathed in blood with a single shrine standing at its heart. A corrupted chinjusha of flesh and bone. All gaping maws and cracked skulls. A shrine dedicated to the only higher power Lord Sukuna will ever respect; himself. The strange mouth splitting a seam between his muscles always reminds you of his Malevolent Shrine, of the four grotesque mouths that stand where the four doors of a shrine would be. Its tongue is strangely textured, like that of a catโs as it lolls out of his stomach to lap at your skin. Sometimes you find yourself wondering if Lord Sukuna has control over the appendage or if it acts of its own volition each time the grainy feeling drags over your body, but it isnโt your place to ask. Who has control or not, it doesnโt matter. Lord Sukuna is your husband and you relish even the smallest touch whether itโs intentional or not.ย
โAre you going to please your husband?โ He asks. The answer is always simple. Yes. It is your sole purpose now that heโs taken you as his wife and torn your world into the smallest pieces until only this single scrap remains. Itโs becoming so precious no matter how small and defaced it becomes. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you stepped out of line. Tried to leave the estate, tried to defy Lord Sukuna. In truth, youโll never know. Your husband is your world and your world is your husband. Of course you will do everything within your power to please him. He seems satisfied with just the look in your eyes as you stare up at him, waiting for his next command. If it would please him youโd slash yourself open, spill your innards into his lap and watch him feast on your flesh. His true wish is far more gentle, something a more humble husband would ask of his bride.ย
โTouch me.โ His clawed hand is already guiding yours to his stiffness, wrapping your fingers over the length of him. Itโs so strange that curses can bleed, but Lord Sukuna isnโt exactly a curse nor is he a human. Heโs something more but his heart beats just the same. You feel it in your palm as his cock twitches in your grip, thick veins thrumming under his skin. Perhaps itโs the water or more likely itโs something innate to your husband because he always feels hot to the touch, his skin is nearly scalding as you wrap your hands around his twin cocks, fingers spread too wide to touch around his girth. Lord Sukuna looks pleased as he leans back, eyes watching you as if to catch a flaw in your presentation. A rogue frown or unintended scowl that would prove your supposed dedication false.ย
Even after so long heโs waiting for you to break, to truly realize what youโre doing and be disgusted enough to shrink away. The only thing you feel at this moment is heady arousal. It pools like molten lava deep in your stomach, seeping between your legs and into the water. Thereโs been no permission given so you remain still, but your hips ache to shift against the strength of Lord Sukunaโs chiseled thigh, to relieve a bit of the tension his lingering gaze has caused. But his hand hasnโt strayed from your hip, in fact his grip has tightened with each stroke of your hands. Thereโs a stinging bite as his claws dig through your skin, burying deep enough to draw blood despite the composure still set in stone on his face. He is still a man in some regard. Still a husband enjoying the touch of his wife. The thought blooms sweetly in your chest, lifting a soft smile to your lips. Lord Sukuna notices in an instant, four eyes still trained on your face. He snatches your chin up, straining your neck with how quickly he guides your eyes towards his.ย
โWhat are you smiling about, brat?โ Another attempt to catch you in a lie, to find some falsehood in your contentment. Even your lord husband finds himself questioning if your happiness is true. You thumb over the head of one of his cocks, bringing the taste to your lips. And because he is watching you so intensely you make a coquettish show of dragging your tongue over the pad of your finger, gasping when Lord Sukunaโs fingers bury deeper into your delicate skin. There will be cuts and bruises when heโs done with you. There always are. Then your maidโor, on some occasions, Uraumeโwill come to tend to your body marked by your husbandโs touch. You like the way your body burns when heโs through with you, memories of his touch simmering in your mind. He scoffs when you wrap your lips around your thumb. With a cruel smile he hooks his own thumb into your mouth, talon scraping against your tongue as he pulls your jaw until your mouth is as wide as you can bear with only the slightest twinge of pain.ย
Drool pools in your mouth, dripping out of the corners as they sting with the strain of Lord Sukunaโs strength. He sneers, looking pleased with the mess youโre making as he leans down to lick it up before spitting it back into your open mouth. You nearly choke and rush to swallow with a rattling cough. It tastes like blood, likely your own though you wonder if your husband sank his teeth into something before coming to you. The blood on his clothes looked dry, though you can never be certain with Lord Sukuna. You banish the thought, thrilled with the way he no longer seems to be dividing his focus.ย
Before he had looked uninterested, as if his mind was elsewhere even as he looked at you servicing him so happily. Now heโs leaned in close enough for you to see his eyelashes, a rare treat with his immense stature. Heโs nearly all you can see, all you can feel and you revel in it as your world shrinks to this tiny pinprick. Thereโs nothing outside this bathhouse. Only the infinite nothingness that surrounds a domain. The world could come apart outside these four walls and you wouldnโt care as long as Lord Sukuna keeps you in his arms. As if he knows your thoughts, the very deepest desires of your heart, Lord Sukuna drags you up his leg by the hand still embedded in the fat of your hips and the feeling sings through your body as your clit catches against the firmness of his thigh. Your hands tighten around his cocks still pulsing in your hands, though his only reaction is the slightest twitch of his lip.ย
โAm I doing a good job, Lord Sukuna?โ You ask around his thumb, truly desperate for approval. If you were any more pitiful he mightโve pet your hair like a loyal hound. Instead he laughs, something short and sardonic as his teeth nip at your cheek. Warmth blooms then drips down the curve of your face and you know heโs broken skin once more.ย
โEnough with the stupid questions. If you want my praise you know how to earn it. Show me how badly you want it and I might reward your efforts.โ You slip from his lap, mourning the loss of his leg pressing between yours as you kneel in the water. Itโs up to your neck as your knees meet the bottom of the pool, steam billowing like a veil in front of your eyes as you center yourself at the apex of Lord Sukunaโs thighs. Heโs spread out above you like a proud effigy, a statue meant to be worshiped. You feel a transcendent kind of devotion kneeling at the feet of your lord husband. The taste of him lands heavy on your tongue as your lips tease at the head of his dick, swallowing him in slow increments. Despite the harsh preparation of your mouth, you still wish to savor every moment spent servicing your husband.ย
His face is clouded in shadows again as he leans back, head tilted towards the ceiling. The lanterns flicker playful shadows across his body, highlighting and shrouding pieces of him as you bow to take him into your mouth in earnest. Your jaw still aches from the way he nearly unhinged it, but it works in your favor as your lips wrap around his length.ย
Thereโs nothing dignified about the way youโre swallowing his dick, little focus being allotted to your own comfort as you take him as deeply as his size will allow. His body is strange, of course, but itโs all youโve ever known of a man. Aside from Lord Sukuna youโve never seen any man bared beyond his chest, although you know innately that humans arenโt meant to have the endowments he does. His second cock presses against your cheek, dribbling over your skin as you hollow your cheeks until Lord Sukunaโs thighs twitch. Muscles seizing tighter as the head of his cock meets the tightness of your throat. Breathing is far from your mind, a need secondary to pleasing your husband. Itโs a messy endeavor and you loathe to think of how terrible you must look. Itโs always been a point of pride to preen yourself to perfection because husbands like their women to look beautiful when they arrive home, or at least Lord Sukuna seems to prefer it. Though he never seems bothered by what is surely a horrid display as split slicks down your chin and tears dot along your lash line as you gag around his dick.ย
Lord Sukuna flicks your forehead after a while, likely drawing another scratch between your brows. Itโs a fraction of his power. Itโs likely he could take your head apart as easily as squashing a peach under his heel yet he hardly puts effort behind the reproach. Only enough to draw your attention as he drags you, coughing and drooling, off of his cock. Theyโre both gathered into one fist so he can drag the taste of his leaking precum over your parted lips.ย
โYou know better.โ Lord Sukuna does not take things in half measures. His intentions are clear. If youโre going to pleasure him, do it right and do it well. Your jaw pops open again, wide enough to take his twin cocks into your mouth. He stretched and strained your mouth but thereโs only so much that can be done with the sheer size of him. And while he does well to shield his thoughts at the best of times, you imagine he must be gleaning a fair bit of pleasure from your messy sucking as his hand remains in your hair. His claws scratch against your scalp, gentle enough to keep your skin intact as he keeps your mouth wrapped around him. A burning type of exertion settles painfully in your jaw but youโll endure. Lord Sukuna never likes to keep you like this for long. With both of his weeping cocks tangled between your lips you can hardly take more than the head of each. In the end, his preference will always be the wet heat brewing between your legs. Another bout of pain sings through your scalp as Lord Sukuna pulls your mouth away from him, leaving threads of spit dripping between your bodies. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pressing against the grooves where his teeth bit into your skin until they begin to bleed anew.
He manipulates your body as if youโre merely a puppet dancing on strings. A flex of his arm and youโre lifting off your knees, hips stretched wide to accommodate the width of his body between them. His spit-laden cocks are pressed between your bodies, grinding into the soft expanse of your stomach as he pulls your bleeding mouth to his. He suckles at your torn skin, humming at the taste of your blood seeping onto his tongue. His hands find your hips, pressing into the marks heโs already left there as he hikes you higher against his body. The tongue lolling out of his stomach finds its way between your thighs, lapping at the mess thatโs left after the water washed away the first wave of your arousal. Itโs nearly too much with how textured the wide appendage is but you welcome any type of relief you can find as Lord Sukuna pulls your head to the side quick enough to send a stinging twinge up the column of your neck. The pain is only intensified as he noses against the soft curve where your neck meets your shoulder, as if heโs looking for something.ย
His tongue sweeps over your skin before his fanged teeth make a home in it. Thereโs a rippling groan that thunders in his chest as a true taste of your blood spills into his mouth. Before long, your head is spinning from blood loss. Lord Sukuna must feel the change in your pulse as it turns slippery, harder to catch beneath your skin. He pulls away with a satisfied groan as his hands press your hips deeper into the expanse of his lower tongue.ย
โEnjoying yourself, brat?โ Lord Sukuna sneers, and because you have no sense of shame you find yourself nodding earnestly. Heโs hardly touched you and what touches heโs shared have been steeped in equal parts pain and pleasure, yet youโve enjoyed it all the same. Itโs awkward and teasing because thereโs no tact to the way his lower tongue moves between your legs. Itโs like striking a flint without starting a fire, dull sparks of teasing pleasure that leave you wanting more. Youโd rather have his face between your legs and a more dexterous tongue teasing you to the edge, but it would be presumptuous to make any kind of demands of your husband especially when heโs a man like Lord Sukuna.ย
In most regards, your pleasure is incidental. Secondary to his own. So when his teeth snap over his claws, biting the sharp points into flattened nubs, you feel your excitement growing. Heโs learned from experience that his rough treatment of your body should not extend to certain places. After only a few times he pressed his clawed fingers inside you, Lord Sukuna learned that it would better serve him if his nails were dulled before he went poking them inside you. And theyโll be grown back to full length by nightโs end. He can manipulate the shape of his body as easily as fire melting snow. His hand smooths over the side of your body, sliding against your ribs and hips as he makes his way between your legs. His fingers plunge inside with little warning, forcing you open with a swiftness you could almost call desperation. If something so undignified could ever be said about the King of Curses.ย
Lord Sukuna is a behemoth, dwarfing you in every regard, and his hands are no different. His fingers reach deep inside you, stroking over the place that has your back bowing as he makes space for himself inside you. He hums at how easily you take his fingers, sounding somewhere between amused and approving. It flutters through your chest and settles atop the arousal already building inside you.ย
โGive your body to me, woman. Open yourself to your king.โ You try to say something as he slips another finger inside you but it comes out as little more than a breathy whine. This is already too much and yet it canโt compare to how full youโll feel when he gets his cocks inside you. His fingers are a luxury offered in preparation for his true reward and you take it happily. He smirks at the way your thighs strain as you try to grind against his touch. The heel of his hand is pressed tight against your clit and you buck your hips against the feeling. Lord Sukunaโs skin is thick, nothing like the softness of your own and it feels just the right amount of rough against your clit. One of Lord Sukunaโs hands finds your hair again, yanking hard until youโre looking up at him with tears shimmering in your vision.ย
โThereโs my spoiled brat. This is how you act. This is how the wife of a king is meant to be. Take what you want, woman, take everything I give you.โ A dark laugh booms through the room as you whine and paw at Lord Sukunaโs chest. He adds another to the litany of scratches decorating your skin as his teeth nip at your neck, distracting you from the sting of another finger finding its way inside you.ย
โYou were made for this,โ he reminds you. โMade to be mine. My bride. You can take it.โ He sounds almost patronizing, voice softening to a teasing lilt as his thumb presses against your clit. Like with everything, Lord Sukuna is harsh, forcing you to the edge quicker than expected. Each curl of his fingers yanks at the string tightening inside you, pulling you closer and closer to the edge as he moves his hands with inhuman speed inside you. Everything is hard and fast and your thighs start to tremble in his hold, body shivering as Lord Sukuna all but wrings the orgasm out of your body. You clench hard around his fingers, pussy dripping down your thighs as you try to steady yourself with your hands on Lord Sukunaโs shoulders. He allows it, revels in it as he pulls you into another bloody kiss. But even as you tremble in his arms, Lord Sukuna doesnโt stop. His thumb is still circling your twitching bud even as you try to whine out a plea for mercy. It only brings a fanged smile to his lips.ย
โTake it,โ he grunts, โI know you can.โ It really feels like you canโt. The tension brought on by your orgasm hasnโt dispersed and you feel like a knot being pulled ever tighter, back curling until your face is buried against his chest. He smells like the bath. Like sweet oils and wildflowers as your nose is buried against his scalding skin. With your forehead pressed against his chest your eyes have nowhere to look but down. Down at the way his cocks are straining to be touched, flushed and leaking just out of reach. You look up to distract yourself with the black markings etched into Lord Sukunaโs chest. Your kisses are sloppy, wet and open-mouthed as your tongue peeks out to trace the shape of each tattoo. Itโs not until your teeth begin to nip at his chest that Lord Sukuna scruffs you once more.ย
โTrying to leave a mark on me, brat?โ As if you could. Your teeth are likely no different than trying to pierce his skin with a blade of grass. โWhat a greedy little bride I have. So eager to defer to another wifeโs authority when youโre this possessive of your husband. Isnโt that right, woman?โ You try to shake your head. Of course, you arenโt possessive of him, you know your place. You are the Third Mistress. Perhaps you are his favorite but there is a hierarchy that must be upheld in the household. To so brazenly try to claim full authority over your lord husband would be lunacy. There is no higher authority than the King of Curses himself. Youโre simply a pebble lingering in the shadow of the highest mountain.ย
โYes you are,โ he grins. You whine as he pulls his hand from between your legs. โLook at the mess youโve made trying to mark me up like a bitch in heat.โ Thereโs no sense of embarrassment welling at his degrading words. What sense is there in hiding how well your husband pleasures you? And Lord Sukuna seems proud as his tongue licks up the mess youโve made on his hand before pressing a kiss to your parted lips. You taste yourself on his tongue. Your blood and your pleasure.ย
โYouโre going to take me so well, arenโt you?โ Itโs hardly a question. Simply an ordered phrased as if you could deny yourself the feeling of being split open on Lord Sukunaโs cocks. He starts with one, always. Dragging the leaking head through the mess heโs made of your cunt, tapping against your clit until he finally presses inside. His body is a marvel and youโre blessed to be so acquainted with it as the length not pressing inside you grinds against your clit as he makes you take him as deep as your body will allow. Lord Sukuna has been known to be rash and unpredictable, a being of pure chaos when the mood strikes him, but when heโs with you like this everything he does is deliberate.ย
Heโs rough but not destructively so. Yes, youโre bleeding as he bounces you in his lap, drawing a litany of breathless sounds from your lips, but heโs always intentional when drawing blood. Youโve been trained well in these years of marriage to take him. To weather any storm Lord Sukuna throws at you. His hands are bruising on your hips as he drags you up and down his length, hands that could shatter your bones with the slightest bit of effort and yet he only uses enough strength to hold you close. Youโre not deluded enough to think that Lord Sukuna loves you, certainly not in the way a lover should, but he cares enough to treat you with a level of gentility.ย
โThank you,โ you babble it like a prayer, over and over. Worshiping at your husbandโs altar for even the briefest thought given to your safety, your pleasure. It can never be said that Lord Sukuna is a neglecting lover, at least not with you. Heโs everywhere all at once. Hands on your hips and at your breasts, pinching at the aching peaks of your nipples. His face is buried against your throat, teeth surely raising welts as his tongue laps at the taste of blood and sweat dampening your skin. You cling to him in turn, nails digging into the thick muscles of his arms with no hope of ever drawing blood. Still, he grunts out a laugh as you drag your dull nails across his skin, leaving nothing but the whisper of claw marks behind. An arm slips out from under your grasp, unbalancing you, but Lord Sukuna is quick to steady your boneless body as he reaches between you to take hold of his second cock. Itโs thick and straining, leaking against your skin as he presses it in beside the first. The stretch is harsh, a stinging pinch between your legs soothed only in part by his thumb drawing shapes against your clit. He hushes you when your whining gets too loud, hands clamping tight to your hips to keep you from squirming away from taking all of him.
โBe a good wife and accept your reward.โ Lord Sukuna hisses as he presses deep inside you. The weight of him settles like molten heat inside you, his hand pressing over the shape of himself through your stomach. โHush, you can take it.โ He hisses, biting at your cheek as tears well in your eyes once more. It doesnโt hurt, but itโs a strange feeling to be so full all at once.ย
โMy pretty wife.โ Heโs only this sweet when he has you close to breaking, teetering on the edge of insanity from the way heโs taking his pleasure from your body. โLook at me, woman. Keep your eyes on your king.โ Itโs hard to look anywhere else. He isnโt sweating, this is hardly more than a leisurely stroll for him, but the humidity has left his skin beaded with moisture. It makes him shimmer in the torchlight like the divine being that he is, wasting his time on a creature as lowly as you. Itโs your blessing that heโs so enraptured with you at the moment. Your eyes slip shut, tears streaming down your cheeks as every corner of your body feels lit aflame, the heat only made worse as Lord Sukunaโs hand finds your jaw.ย
โI said, eyes. On. Me.โ He growls. With a bit of resistance, your eyes flutter open, white light swimming at the edge of your vision as Lord Sukuna drags you to the precipice of insanity. Heโs close. Far less careful and coherent as he drags you up and down his lengths with startling strength. Heโs pressing against every sweet spot inside you, igniting a thousand flames at once that threaten to swallow you whole. Thereโs a pitchy mantra of โwait, wait, waitโ playing on your tongue but it only seems to further entice your husband.ย
โYou gonna sing for me, woman? Go on, let me hear something pretty when you come for your king.โ Heโs taunting you, laughing at how shrill your voice sounds. It nearly does sound like youโre singing as you wail his name, back bowing as he rips another orgasm from your spent body. Itโs as quick as a lightning strike and nearly as blinding, eyes clouding white for a moment as you fight to keep your eyelids from fluttering. From taking your eyes off Lord Sukuna for even a moment. You feel yourself clawing at him, clinging and grasping to keep yourself grounded as pleasure shatters through your body. Vaguely you can hear Lord Sukuna laughing, something tinged dark with amusement as he works you through your orgasm. He has no patience to wait for you to regain your breath, to see the light of coherence return to your eyes. Instead, his hands grip tighter to your waist, nails biting into your skin as he works you faster over his cocks. His voice dips low, a rasping gravel as he grunts, squeezing every bit of his own pleasure from your body. Itโs barely a change, just the slightest shift, but youโve done this so many times that you can almost sense when he gets close.ย
Lord Sukuna gathers your loosening muscles back into some semblance of an embrace, holding you tight to his chest as he pushes your hips low enough for your bodies to meet in earnest. The feeling is a wet slide of skin against skin, the mess of your joined pleasure slicking up your bodies. It nearly feels like choking as he holds you still, the shape of him pressing every so slightly against the softness of your stomach. Heโs more gentle now, but only by a hairโs breadth, as he thumbs over the shape of his body making a home for itself inside yours. Thereโs always a hint of softness at the edges of moments like this. A bit of the darkness bleeds from Lord Sukunaโs eyes as he guides your hips to grind against him, thumbing where he sees himself beneath your skin. Lord Sukuna has always been smart, his intelligence far exceeding that of your woefully undereducated mind.ย
Thereโs never been a time where you were certain of his thoughts, but in moments like these you think thereโs a hint of curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Something desirous of the unknown and intangible. He moves in shallow thrusts, thumb dancing lazily over your puffy clit for only a moment more before heโs spilling inside you with a satisfied groan. But, still, he keeps you there. As if forcing your body to take to everything heโs given you. If it were up to you, your womb would quicken to give him a child; proof of your devotion. But even the fantasy sounds impossible. Lord Sukuna has shed his humanity and with it, you assume, his ability to continue his legacy by way of heirs. Though he hardly needs them.ย
Lord Sukuna is a shining beacon of the height of jujutsu, proof of what greatness can be achieved when youโre willing to go beyond the standards set out by society. Heโs immortal, indomitable. Children would only be another jewel in his crown, more pawns to serve his greater will. And itโs unlikely such children of greatness will ever come to pass. In all your years of marriage, thereโs never been a single moment where you thought for even a moment that Lord Sukunaโs seed took. And it likely never will. Itโs wasted as he lifts you off of his softening length, everything he gave you dripping out into the spring water. The light flickers and for a moment it almost looks like thereโs a spark of disappointment in his eye, then the torches shift again and the shadows are gone.
โYou did well, woman.โ He hums, running his hands over the length of your body. The heat of his palms and the babbling water works to soothe the aches and pains of being so thoroughly used by your behemoth of a husband. โWho do you love, wife?โ He asks after the breath finally returns to your lungs. Of course itโs him. There is no one else. No man could compare, like a pebble being compared to a shining jewel.ย
โGood girl.โ He says when youโve finished your babbling. Like a true king, Lord Sukuna loves to hear his own praises and youโre more than happy to sing them. Sometimes itโs startling how perfectly the two of you exist together. Heโs the sun and youโre a flower turning your face to gaze upon him always. Which of his other wives could ever share in a fraction of your devotion? No one will ever love Lord Sukuna as you do, save for maybe Uraume. Perhaps they donโt love him, but there is a fine line between love and admiration. The loyal servant comes bustling into the bathhouse after Lord Sukuna has had his fill of soft caresses and breathless praises.ย
The fact that both of you are bare makes no difference to Uraume. They lift you from Lord Sukunaโs arms with startling strength, hands frigid against your skin as they guide you to sit and go about drying your body and combing your hair. Itโs always strange to be tended to by someone other than your personal maid, more so when itโs by the hands of Lord Sukunaโs most trusted servant, but it seems Uraume sees you as an extension of Lord Sukuna as much as you do. They dry and dress you, sending you back to your room so that they may speak privately with your husband. Some time later when the bells of the estate are tolling for the Hour of the Dog, the strumming of your koto is interrupted further by screaming. Something bloodcurdling terrified as it rings through the house, echoing into the snow speckled night. Vaguely you think of how the screaming sounds like First Mistress Jurina.ย
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in the moonlight (my darling, do not fear)
pairing: astarion/tav
wordcount: 4184
content warnings: mentions of injuries, no in-depth descriptions, minor spoilers for astarion's act ii romance
other tags: canon-typical violence, canon complaint, hurt/comfort, whump, developing relationship, love confessions, gender neutral tav, elf!tav
archiveofourown: here.
sentence prompt: "you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left." โ from here.
summary: defeating the orthon is no small task. the hardest part is what comes after.
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โNo!โ he shouts, and itโs so loud it echoes on the edges of your mind. โYou canโt die.โ
Iโm not dying, you think but the words never leave your lips. In the depths of your consciousness, you can faintly remember the battle with the Orthon. Karlach had killed the displacer beast, hadnโt she? Shadowheart had blinded the Merregonโฆ You remember violent flashes of light and the shaking of the Gauntlet. Trying to remember takes too much energy, and thinking about opening your eyes makes your stomach roll.
โGet up, damn you!โ Astarion snaps harshly.
He paws at your desperately, shifting rock and ruin, and when he presses his hands to your side, stars flutter behind your eyelids so violently all you can do is moan. Itโs your turn to shove at him. You push at his hands and feel your fingers glide against his skin. But Iโm too tired, you want to say. I just want to sleep, to dream. Eventually, you give up your fight and relax into the darkness. Maybe when you awaken, the illithid parasite will be gone and you will be cured. You can only hope that it comes true.
Astarion has other plans for you. He curses your name so sweet it could be a perfectly mulled wine and leans forward. His ear tickles your lips, and whatever he hears come from it is enough to make him heave out a relieved sob. His hands are on your face again. His fingers are sticky, and they smell like powder. He jostles you so violently that you groan against your will, but it doesnโt seem to matter much to him.
Astarion rests his head against your chest right where your broken collarbone has begun to throb. You struggle to open your eyes and stare at the roof above you, but you donโt see the familiar ceiling of Sharโs Temple. The celestial glowing swirls have been blocked from sight by ugly granite floors. If you really put your mind to it, you can recognize Karlachโs desperate cries on the other side.
โWhat happened?โ you whisper.
โYou were supposed to jump down!โ Astarion snarls. โGods, why didnโt you jump down!โ
The panic in his voice is enough to make you try harder to retrace your memories. You had plunged your blade into Yurgirโs chest but couldnโt manage to pull it out. It hadnโt killed him. Yurgir had laughed at you, had laughed at your friendsย โย He had never hated anyone more at that moment.
It had taken the blade you kept on your hip to finally kill Yurgir. He had dropped bombs, you recall. It comes back to you easily now. Astarion had been right behind you and was going to follow you down, but you were so wounded he insisted on helping you jump away from the bombs before they exploded. But you hated heights, you hated the feeling of falling.
โScared,โ you admit.
โHa! Scared!โ Astarion repeats, tone pitching up in his hysteria. โKarlach was going to catch you!โ
โI couldnโt,โ you say. โI was scared. I couldnโt jump, I couldnโt do it. Iโm sorry, Astarion.โ
A shaky sob escapes his lips. โDonโt be sorry, my love,โ he whispers. โDonโt close your eyes again.โ
A shudder of exhaustion runs throughout your body. You want to ask questions. You can feel them on the tip of your tongue, but moving your jaw is more work than youโre currently cut out for. Without craning your neck, you try to assess the damage.
The displacer beastโs claws had torn your sleeve. You remember how its teeth snapped shut close to your face, and how now matter how hard you tried to push it away, its thick neck kept you from escaping. Shadowheart had distracted it with a clone. Desperation had pushed you to follow Karlach up the steps so that you could fight the Orthon. For Raphaelโs contract. For Astarion.
You do as you were commanded. You stare at the shaking, makeshift rooftop and blink dust from your eyes as it filters down like mocking snow. Astarionโs head feels particularly heavy at this moment. With a sudden, horrified realization, you fully come to terms with the situation youโve found yourself in.
You are lying in a puddle of your own blood and too broken to move. Half of the floor you were standing on has fallen beneath you and blocked you from your allies, and the only one at your side is Astarion. It must be like death itself to sit there surrounded by blood while injured. He could heal himself if he drank. You raise your good hand and place it against his white-silver curls.
โI know I usually offer first,โ you say sheepishly. โBut if you need a drinkย โย โ
โHave you lost your gods-damned mind?โ Astarion hisses.
Before you can say anything else, he sits up and leans over you. You are easily distracted by his beautiful, marble-like complexion which is marred by the dirt and dust and blood. Heโs beautiful.
Astarionโs cerise eyes are frantic. โI do not mean to alarm you, but you are dying.โ
Like the ceilingโs fate above them, the reality of the situation comes crashing miserably down on top of you. Shadowheartโs spells cannot penetrate the wall that has come between you. You realize it now. You press your hand against the hole in your side delicately and laugh a little, staring at your fingers coated with blood. You close your eyes, but Astarionโs distressed whine has you search frantically for his face.
โIโm sorry,โ you whisper, horrified. โIโm sorry. Iโmย โย Do not hate me.โ
โPlease,โ Astarion begs. โJust stay awake. Stay with me. Karlach is trying to get through; All you have to do is stay awake, please.โ
You search his face for some hint of comfort, but itโs hard to see through the dark spots knotting in your vision. You do your best to push away the panic, to force the tears back into your eyes. You donโt want to die, not yet. Raphael still has to translate the runes on Astarionโs back. Shadowheart wants to finish the gauntlet. You want to save Karlachโs heart, to absolve Wyllโs pact, to save Gale. Selfishly, you want to kiss Astarion again without any of that which comes after. You want to savor the weight of his mouth against yours.
โIโm sorry,โ you tell him again. You swallow harshly. โThis must be like torture for you.โ
Astarion chuckles hoarsely. โWhile you are very tantalizing, this isโฆnothing compared to two hundred years.โ
You smile faintly. Two hundred years of carrion, and now you are laid out in front of him as delicious and forbidden as the feast Raphael offered you once. He ducks out of your view to lay his head on your chest. Though he tries to hide it, you can feel the little shudders of his sobs.
Iโm sorry, you think to the ceiling. The weight of Astarionโs head against your shoulder is agonizing to your broken collarbone, but whatever he is doing, he is doing it with such reverence it reminds you of the religious devout and their steadfast adherence to their god.
He burrows his face into your chest, careful to stay small over you, to be mindful of your condition. He tries to balance his breathing so that itโs quieter and less disruptive, but no matter how hard he tries, he cannot quell the frightened way his shoulders jump. You close your eyes for a moment just to memorize the sight of it.
โNo,โ he says suddenly, sitting up. โYou promised. You cannot die, I forbid it. You said you would protect me, and you cannot do that if you areย โย Speak to me, damn you!โ
โโm awake,โ you say tiredly. โIโm not going anywhere.โ
โYou cannot,โ Astarion insists.
โNext time,โ you say, โI will jump.โ
Astarion shakes his head, and little drops of his tears rain down on your skin. โIt isnโt the smell of you that makes it hard,โ he confesses brokenly. โIt isnโt even about the damned Infernal runes. Itโs you, everything about you. What is left for a disease like me when someone like you goes away?โ
โYou will lead them,โ you tell him.
Astarionโs nose wrinkles at the idea. โI am not particularly interested in being the face of a revolution,โ he says. โNo matter how beautiful I am. I am still a sickness, a beast. You are the only one good enough to lead us.โ
โYou are like a sickness, then. A horrible disease,โ you say, mindful of the way his eyes narrow. โThe only way for me to be cured of youย โย to be the cure for you, is to let you consume me until my body has no fight left, Astarion.โ
โHow dare you,โ he says with a coquettish shrug.
You can hear Karlach slowly working through the rest of the rubble now. You hate to feel too hopeful, but you can almost hear the sound of the shattered floor breaking free. They were coming to save you, to save him.
โThat was rather poetic, you know,โ Astarion tells you. He watches your face intently as if afraid heโll miss out on something exceptional. โYouโve never been one to use such gorgeous words.โ
โI wanted to,โ you say softly. โFor you, my love.โ
Astarionโs eyes widen as those words fall seamlessly from your lips. You arenโt sure if he meant to say them earlier. After all, heโs only ever been fond of calling you darling or a delectable little treat, treating you recklessly with careful honeyed words. As if getting any closer to you might coax him into accidental oblivion where your name might leave his lips thus solidifying you as something to be treated with care. A pomegranate seed between his teeth.
The shock doesnโt stay for long. Your eyelashes flutter though you fight against it. The decaying darkness around your vision has almost reached the center. You cry faintly and press a hand against your side, horrified that your blood is still pouring from you even if it is slower now. Perhaps you are running out of blood. You want to tell Astarion to drink it all up before itโs mixed with the sulfur and ash, but words are hard to form. Your heart skips a beat.
Donโt let me go to waste, you beg helplessly, reaching out to his mind when yours is all but gone. A heart-wrenching sob erupts from his chest.
When you next awake, there is relatively less action than what was happening before. There are no violent tremors of a floor threatening to collapse. The sound of frantic shoving is absent. Thereโs only a dim hum in your ears, and the sound of a hushed fire burning well into the evening. You slowly open your eyes and blink away your sleepiness.
Shadowheartโs healing spell still hovers over you, but sheโs not in your tent so she must be concentrating somewhere else. Your collarbone still smarts and you can definitely feel every single bruise youโve ever received in your life, but you feel stronger, fuller. You reach a hand as if to inspect the wound at your side again and find the skin there is closed now.
โYouโre awake,โ Astarion says softly. โThank the gods.โ
You sit up quickly and feel the world turn sideways for it. Lightning dances along the back of your eyes as you try to steady yourself, and Astarion reaches out to ground you as you sway back and forth. You wonder just how long heโs been sitting there in your tent waiting for you. Your head throbs faintly once you manage to open your eyes.
โThank the gods,โ you echo breathlessly. โYou brought me back?โ
Astarion grimaces as though embarrassed. โI wasnโt the one who carried you back to camp, no,โ he says almost petulantly. โYouโll have to thank Karlach for that. But I have sat here since then, I must admit.โ
โEveryoneย โย โ
โEveryone else is fine,โ Astarion interrupts. โHalsin aided Shadowheart in your healing. Gale procured herbs, Wyll kept vigil at camp while you slumbered. It was all very twee. Youโll be sad you missed it.โ
Astarion raises his chin much like a cat who desires petting. He would never admit it, but you can see it on his face. Heโs relieved. If he were anyone else, he might weep for joy at seeing you awake again. It isnโt who he is, so you settle for knowing that he has not left your side since you escaped the Gauntlet.
You sit up further and wave your hand through Shadowheartโs healing spell. It doesnโt disperse as much as you wish, but you ignore it, crawling across your lumpy bedroll so you can wrap your arms slowly around Astarionโs neck. He freezes beneath your touch and begins sputtering, but then you feel his arms wrap around your waist. He burrows his face in the side of your neck.
โIโm sorry for scaring you,โ you mumble against his ear.
You hear him swallow. โIโm not apologizing for yelling at you, if thatโs what you want.โ
โI would never ask you to,โ you insist.
Before, you thought it would be a small hug. Something to show your thanks to him. You loosen your arms around him so that he can pull away, but if anything, Astarion drags you closer to him. He hides his face in the spot beneath your ear and inhales deeply, memorizing your healthy scent intently.
The hug lasts longer than you thought it would. Itโs almost as healing as the magic, too. You hold Astarion as close to you as he will allow, rubbing circles and tracing his curls at the nape of his neck as if to promise that you will never leave again. You decide to sniff him tentatively as well, and beneath the dirt and ash from the collapse, he still smells like Astarion.
You startle a little when you feel his hand tuck beneath your shirt, his fingers reaching to touch a hint of your bare skin. Someone was kind enough to drag the heavier armor from you, but you still have your bloodied shirt on. Astarionโs cool touch is welcome against your aching spine.
โI thought,โ he says slowly, โthat you had sentenced me to a lifetime of loneliness again when you were felled earlier. At first, I was so angry that I thought I might hate you for your mistake. I wanted to kill you myself once the dust had settled.โ
โAstarionย โย โ you start to say, hopeless apologies on your tongue.
โYou will let me finish,โ Astarion says harshly, though he nuzzles you. โElves reincarnate, but how long does it take? How many years would I be forced to wait before I caught the scent of you on the wind?โ
Youโre freed from his grasp, but you arenโt allowed to escape far. You both kneel in your tent, one of his hands on the back of your head, the other at the side of your waist where your skin had been ripped open before. Astarion allows you to see him for who he truly is. His eyes are soft, weak when he stares deep into your eyes like heโs afraid heโll forget you.
โYou have made this sinner a worshiper, though itโs no gods I am on my knees for,โ Astarion says to you. โThe only hymn I care to rehearse is your heartbeat. The only prayer is your name. I begged the gods for years that they would save me, but you are the only divine who has answered my call.โ
Your breath catches in your throat.
Astarion presses his hip into yours. โI wanted to wait to tell you,โ he says with a miserable shake of his head. โTo think more.โ
โYou still canย โย โ
โI cannot,โ he admits. โWhen I close my eyes, all I see is your body beneath mine with your lifeโs blood spilling from you. You begged me to devour you.โ
โI wanted you to be strong,โ you admit. โBefore, you told me you were only allowed to dine on creatures who couldnโt think. Who knows how long your strength would have lastedโฆโ
His eyes seem to contain infinite sadness. You try to be intent with your words, but youโre distracted by the way he releases his head to palm your chest, pushing his fingers so forcefully skin itโs as though heโs determined to dig through your flesh to grip your heart in his hand. Youโd allow him if he asked.
โYou are so self-sacrificing itโs insulting,โ Astarion snorts. โDo you think I would have continued in this realm without you? Never have I felt so selfishly about someone before.โ
Carefully, almost as if heโs never done it before, Astarion leans forward and presses his lips against yours gently. All you can think about is his overwhelming devotion even as you respond to the kiss, melting against the touch. You hadnโt realized how much you missed this.
And you do miss it. You hate being in the Shadow-Cursed Lands more than you hate the lift in the mountains. Everything is dark and dreary and dead, and your companions are prone to being even more distant and distressed than they were before. You feel as though you are of little hope.
But Astarion kisses you now like a man who is breathing air for the first time. His mouth is hungry and insistent, and his hands cling to your skin more than heโs ever clung to you before. It causes you to blush. Itโs unlike him to show such desperation. Heโs willing, open, honestย โย yet this kiss is so different from the ones you experienced before. Itโs almost chaste. He kisses you like a knight would kiss his charge.
โBut I want this,โ he whispers, breath ragged against your cheek. โI want you.โ
โAstarion,โ you murmur. That's all you can say.
He presses his nose against your jaw. โWhatever my intentions were before, to the hells with them,โ he says harshly. โI want us to be something real, something true if youโll have me. Itโs what you deserve.โ
โI do,โ you confess, almost embarrassed. โYou mustโve known how silly I felt pestering you. You were the first person I sought out when I returned to camp.โ
โYou did have a rather obvious air of desperation about you,โ Astarion says with a small laugh.
โBut I wanted you to come to me of your own accord,โ you continue. You touch the edge of his collar. โI lacked confidence. I did not want to force you into something knowing your history.โ
He kisses you again. This time, it is a little less chaste. Astarion is determined to devour you, mind, body, and soul. His hands wander as though theyโve never felt your body before, and thereโs something anguished about the way he returns to cradling the back of your neck. Your mouth is nothing but a scripture he is determined to practice.
You feel drunk with exhaustion. Having been settled between death and undeath for so long has left you feeling as though there is nothing in your sinew, and Astarion is making matters worse. Your head is filled with nothing but him and his unpredictable mercy. You cling to his shirt and struggle.
What have you done to deserve such boundless devotion? You have listened to, and pleaded with, every emotion he has given you. Youโve taken and given and created anew. Now Astarion becomes. Everything you have given him evolves to become this. When he is finally finished memorizing your mouth, he pulls away and confronts you with barely concealed hunger.
โSay it,โ he begs desperately. โSay you want me too.โ
โI want you,โ you say. โGods, you must know this. Thereโs nothing I want more.โ
โI wanted to manipulate you,โ he says, horrified. He hides in the crook of your jaw. โI wanted to use you as a shield, someone to stand behind.โ
โI am not a very big shield,โ you say.
He doesnโt laugh. โI was going to do what I had done before,โ he says. โUse your emotions for me as a weapon, butย โย I never want to see you near another weapon for as long as we live. Do you understand?โ
You press a kiss to his hair. โShall I stand behind you now?โ
Astarion does laugh at that. He faces you fully now, hands cupping your cheeks. โYou may as well be regulated to nothing but camp duty. You find a place for us to rest, you sew our clothes up when they come back with holes in them. Iโd say you could make dinner, butโฆโ
You brush a lock of his silver hair away from his eyes and run your thumbs against the swelling. Heโs just as exhausted as you are even if he has yet to admit it. The buildingโs collapse has left him equally as tired. You encourage him to lay down with you, and he does, curling at your side with his head on your chest.
โWill you be our fearsome party leader?โ you ask. You close your eyes and try to imagine it.
โOh yes,โ he swears solemnly for your sake. โI will hold the map and point us in the correct direction. Hopefully my leadership will lead us away from Shadow-Cursed things and back to the streets of Baldurโs Gate. I am so ferocious that whoever controls these parasites will give up upon seeing my muscles.โ
You try to imagine your life without the tadpole. It seems relatively empty without Shadowheart and Laeโzelโs bickering, and you would miss the way Halsin and Gale are prone to rambling on about whatever is holding their interest at the time. Youโd miss Karlach and her boundless enthusiasm for dancing. Youโd miss Wyll, too. Youโd miss the way he always watches your back.
Would you have met them in Baldurโs Gate? Would Astarion have picked up your scent and chased you down an alleyway intent on drinking your blood? He would be as he was before, angry and cruel and distant. For a moment, youโre almost grateful that the mindflayers had kidnapped you that morning. The circumstances surrounding it were dire, and you hated the gross wiggling the worm was prone to doing when it wanted you to be authoritative, but you would miss them.
โI donโt regret it, you know,โ you say suddenly.
โYou do not regret what, exactly?โ Astarion asks. โGetting blown up and nearly dying? You should.โ
You snort despite your best attempts not to. You press your palms against your eyes and try to keep from laughing too hard. For what itโs worth, Astarion does let out a small chuckle. You can hear his frown.
โAye,โ you relent. โI suppose I do regret nearly dying and. I donโt regret what came before it. If Raphael asked me to strike down all of the gods so that he would translate your back, I would do it without asking a question. You deserve to know.โ
โI cannot overstate howโฆappreciative I am of that,โ Astarion says finally. โBut, just so you know, I would do the same for you without question. I have most of the time. I trust at least a third of your decisions.โ
โAll of the decisions I make,โ you begin.
But Astarion interrupts, โI am sure you make them with everyoneโs best interest in mind. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes you end up blown to bits.โ
โI do not regret letting you feed from me,โ you say, pretending he never opened his mouth. โI do not regret the silly way I fell into your honeyed words. I do not regret killing the Orthon. I do not regret you.โ
โWeโve barely just begun.โ
You swallow. โAnd I will see it through until the end of time,โ you say. Youโre fully aware that itโs too soon to make sweeping grand declarations of love, but you canโt stop yourself from saying. โYou will never be alone again.โ
You take Astarionโs silence in stride. You want him to know that he isnโt the only one capable of saying disgustingly romantic things. In the wake of your unconsciousness, you feel a rush of things you havenโt felt in quite some time. Life felt dreary in the mountains and worse in the Underdark. You hate when your world feels as though itโs crushing you. Now, even in the dark, itโs as if the sun shines on your face.
โI love you,โ you say.
โSay it again.โ
โI love you,โ you repeat, this time with more meaning. You try to roll onto your side, but your shoulder fusses too much. โI want you, and I want this. Forever.โ
โForever,โ Astarion repeats, a sense of wonder entering his voice as he toys with the taste of it on his tongue. Once again, he sits above you, his head pressed against your chest, shaking as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat beneath your skin. โI like the sound of that.โ You smile at the sound of a purr in his voice, and allow yourself to imagine what forever means.
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๐จ incoming ask game !
post a snippet of your drafts (atleast 5 if you have more) and let your readers guess what it's about !
This ask really found me at the worst time i literally have 96 drafts ๐ wips list maybe ๐๐๐ there's only a handful of them but here you go, i may scrap these or completely change them so just keep that in mind y'know ๐ I HAVE MORE ENHYPEN STUFF BUT I WAS PLANNING TO DO SOMETHING ELSE SO I CAN'T SPOIL THEM YET
โง REACTIONS
( i didn't include snippets in these cause it doesn't make sense without context ๐ญ๐)
001: tubatu - you forget their pet's birthday
002: enhypen - you are taller than them
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003: introducing tubatu to your family
โง HEADCANNONS
001: txt as clichรฉ romance tropes
โโ "you always cheat off me but you don't know my name?" you smiled at him, his eyes almost dissapearing as a guilty smile beamed back at you. "no wonder we're both taking the make-up test," he chuckled softly "do you maybe want to study together? i have no idea what i'm doing" his eyes trained on the marbled tiles below you "i don't have a clue either, i'm sure we'll figure it out though"
002: txt as tragic romance tropes
โโ maybe your mother was right, kai was indeed so perfect he didn't seem real. maybe her tears every time you mentioned him were off happinessโhappy that her child had found someone who loves and appreciates them despite their circumstances. he was real, you felt it. the way he talked to you, touched you, kissed you. you could see his love clear as dayโbut schizophrenics who haven't taken their meds in weeks don't always see the truth, do they?
003: txt and how they show their love for you
โโ he takes care of you; throwing an extra jacket over his shoulder when you go out on a particularly cold day, scolding you as you shiver โ with love of course, for not listening to him when he told you to cover up.
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001: [4:27 am] - c.bg
โโ any normal person would be sound asleep asleep right now, after all, 4 in the morning was an unusual hour to be up at when you had work in the morning. you, like a normal person, did have work in the morning, however sitting next to you, was the most abnormal person you've ever known. he too, like a normal person had a full schedule that would start in about an hour; instead opting to keep you and himself up throughout the night rather than getting the sleep he'd need to function throughout the day.
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(starting off with the tyun fic cause @yv17 will bite my head off ๐ซถ)
001: Cash Or Card? - K.TH
002: Bookworm - C.BG
โโ be it early in the morning when he thought the others were still sleeping, or late at night when his eyes are struggling to stay open, he would always show up infront of you. it had become a force of habit at this point, never fully conscious or aware of his thoughts when he made the decision to grab another drink or pass by, his feet just carried him back to you sooner or later. dimples poking out of his cheeks, face dusted in red as he smiled, a smile he wore only when he knew he would see you. the same smile you searched for everyday without fail, your own lips curling at the sight
โโ "you can barely keep your eyes open y/n." beomgyu placed a gentle hand on your back, his gaze softening seeing your droopy eyelids. as adorable as you looked to him right now, he could see you were exhausted, anyone couldโ the way your head hung low enough to practically fall off your neck, your eyes red and bloodshot from the hours of forcing them awake to read one last paragraph, and your sleep schedule practically non existent due to you devouring one book after the other to store the information somewhere there in your brain.
003: Strings - C.BG
โโ "can a best friend not call another best friend over to sing them love songs anymore?" he smiled, his eyebrows furrowed.
004: Mistletoe - K.TH
โโ "this is all my fault, i'm so sorry" taehyun took your hand in his, caressing it softly "if i knew you were allergic i never would have hung the mistletoe, i wanted to kiss you, not send you to the hospital"
005: Gingerbread - Y.JW
โโ "maybe if you actually followed the recipe you wouldn't make a disaster every time" jungwon snickered, the piping bag clutched tightly in his handโskillfully swirling buttercream roses onto the side of your gingerbread house
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๐๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐โ.๏ฝก.:*
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ - ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐
๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader
๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: extreme voyeurism, daddy!kink, drugs (ecstasy), smutt, dd/lg vibes, dubcon, choking, dark Ari, liar Ari, cheater Ari, mean Ari, size difference, innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: Finally sick of Ari's lies, you're determined not to fall victim to his charms again.
๐/๐: This is part 2 of my fic, Wicked Games. Oh, I'm nervous about posting this! Please forgive any mistakes! Major warning for drug use and dubcon smut! Also, we finally find out who the second love interest it! Word count: 14.7k.
Coming to this party was a huge mistake, and you realise that the moment you enter the frat house. The musicโs so loud, you can barely hear yourself think. You definitely canโt hear your friend Wanda, whoโs excitedly mouthing stuff at you as she hands you a shot. You quickly down it with her before taking in your surroundings: the whole room is dark and packed, with red and black strobe lights thumping along with the music. Bodies writhing at every turn, people laughing, screaming, kissing and more.
And then you see him. Amongst the sea of what feels like a bazillion people, Ari stands heads above them all. The 6โ6โโ captain of the basketball team, so handsome in a white shirt that clings snugly to his muscular biceps. Even with a snapback resting backwards on his head, you can still see tufts of his long brown hair curling at the base of his neck. God, did he have to be so goddamn hot?
Of course, heโs staring straight back at you, and you know you should look away. But you stand there, gormless and entranced like a schoolgirl. Watching him take in your body, letting his eyes trail leisurely down your form and drink everything in. Heโs a fair distance away from you and half obstructed by dancing bodies, but you somehow still see his pink tongue peak out and run over his lips hungrily as he gazes at you.
Your dress is fire-engine red, daringly short and so form fitting that it barely covers your butt. The material is stretchy, hugging your body as the neckline dips lower than what youโre normally used to. You know Ari recognises the dress by the way his Adamโs apple bobs up and down. His eyes are locked in place, taking over your accentuated curves and pushed up cleavage.
Heโd seen it in your closet a few weeks ago, and you remember how heโd picked it up and whistled. โWhat a slutty dress, baby.โ Heโd said, โWhy donโt you put it on for daddy?โ And of course, you had. You did anything he asked you to, and youโd never forget how dark his eyes had gotten, and how sombre heโd looked as heโd beckoned you over to his lap, his hands running up and down your body covered in the thin red fabric. โI donโt want you wearing this dress in public, okay baby? Slutty dresses like this are for my eyes only. Promise me youโll never wear this for anyone else.โ
And promise you had, but yet here you were. And you can practically see the smoke billowing out of Ariโs ears, and you can see his jaw clenching as heโs unable to rip his eyes off of you. And you feel almost bad for disobeying him, until you see a pink manicured hand grab Ariโs face and pull him down for a kiss. Sharon. He was here with her. But of course, he was here with her! She was his girlfriend, after all. And you were the gullible fool who heโd strung along the whole time he was with her.
It had only taken you a few days after your last hook-up with Ari in the locker-room to realise that he had not broken up with Sharon like heโd told you he had. Youโd seen them together on the campus courtyard, hand-in-hand, Sharon looking happier than ever. She definitely didnโt look like someone whose uncle had just died. Ari had seen you too, and all he could muster up was a sheepish look before his girlfriend had dragged him away.
That had been last week, and since then, heโd been texting you nonstop.
Ari: Baby, itโs not what it looks like. Me and Sharon are just friends now!
Ari: Okay, fine. We got back together. But, baby, itโs only temporary ;) You know youโre my number one girl.
Ari: Send daddy a pic, baby girl ;)
Ari: Okay, I get that youโre mad but you know I donโt like it when you ignore my messages.
Ari: I miss you, baby. Letโs FaceTime soon, okay? Wear something sexy ;)
Ari: Fuck you. Iโve got plenty of other options.
You prided yourself on not answering even one of his texts, despite the fact that you could feel your resolve weakening all week. But you were determined to never speak to him again, and definitely never be his play-thing or side-chick again. And now here you were, at a frat party that youโd let your friend Wanda drag you to. Which you definitely didnโt come just so you could show Ari exactly what he was missing out on. Definitely notโฆ
Tearing your gaze away from the beefy basketball captain, you pour yourself and Wanda another shot each, cringing as the colourless liquid sloshes down your throat. But the burn is a welcome change from the heartache you feel, knowing youโre in the same room as Ari and her. You dare to peak back at them one more time and hate yourself for doing it because now theyโre dancing together, although you can see Ari still looking straight at you while his girlfriendโs back is turned.
โCโmon, letโs dance.โ You drag Wanda to the dance floor determinedly.
โWell, well, well, if it isnโt Little Miss Side Chick.โ You hear a deep voice in your ear as two heavy hands land on your hips. Wanda has already busied herself with dancing with a guy you vaguely remember from freshman orientation, so you turn around and come face to face with another basketball player. Tall and rugged, hair buzzed off and tattoos smattered all over his chest and arms. Curtis.
โWhat do you want?โ You sneer, because Curtis is Ariโs best friend. And anyone associated with Ari is an enemy to you.
โWhoa, retract your claws, kitten. Iโm not looking for a fight.โ Curtis smirks, his hands firmly planted on your hips, swaying you along with him to the upbeat music. His body is practically glued to yours, and you canโt help but inhale his manly scent. Itโs some type of aftershave that you donโt recognise, but boy does it smell good.
โWell, I donโt care what youโre looking for!โ You raise your chin up at him defiantly, despite the fact that heโs more than a head taller than you. โAnd you can report that back to Ari, okay? And then you and him can both go to hellโWhoops!โ You stumble forward in your high heels and cling to the beefy buzzcut-haired man in front of you to regain your balance. Curtisโ hand travels up to the small of your back as he pulls you closer, a shit-eating grin on his face.
โCareful, kitty kat.โ
โDonโt call me that!โ
โBut you let Ari call you whatever he wants.โ His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, and you canโt help but cling to him. You feel like a small fish in this gigantic pond of a party, and Curtis feels solid as you teeter in your heels. You see the glint in his eye as he flashes you a smile. โIโve heard you getting fucked, you know.โ
You pout, โThatโs really pervy, Curtis.โ
โYeah? I feel like you and Levinson both love an audience. You want a drink, kitten?โ
ย โNo!โ
โCโmon, you look like you need a drink. I mean, just look at you. Standing in the middle of the dancefloor looking all cute and pouty like a little baby.โ
โ โm not a baby!โ
As if on cue, you pout again. But you let Curtis drag you back to the drinks table, watching in awe as he mixes different things together in a crystal glass he seems to have conjured out of nowhere. Something compels you to look over your shoulder, and you spy Ari from across the room. Sharonโs arms are around his neck but his eyes are still boring holes into you. Heโs got a can of beer that heโs currently crushing in his fist, and even in the darkness, you can see his face going red as his lips pull into a sneer.
Oh, he was jealous!
You giggle and give him a wave before pointedly turning back to Curtis and accepting whatever drink heโs just mixed for you.
โA baby drink for a baby like you.โ Curtis pulls your cheek condescendingly and you scowl before eyeing the concoction in the glass. Itโs a pretty pale pink colour and smells kind of fruity. You look up questioningly at Curtis, who crosses his arms over his chest as he grins like a Cheshire cat. โGo ahead, kitten, it wonโt bite. I told you, itโs a baby drink โ you wouldnโt even know thereโs alcohol in it. Tastes like strawberries and cream.โ
โWellโฆ that does sound yummy.โ You dip your pinkie finger in the drink and swirl it around, pretending to consider it. Your eyes dart sideways in Ariโs direction once more. And heโs still staring at you, despite the fact that his girlfriendโs all up against him, whispering something in his ear. God, that makes you mad, and you down the drink without a second thought. It goes down your throat easy, with a pleasantly fruity aftertaste. You look up at Curtis and beam.
โYou were right! Tasted much better than shots! Could I have another, maybe?โ You bat your lashes at him and he smirks. But he makes you another one, and you down it quickly, trying to flush away any thoughts of Ari and Sharon out of your mind. Screw both of them!
โEasy there, kitty kat. Itโs a drink, you donโt have to down it like a shot.โ Curtis grins, and itโs only when you feel his arm around your waist that you realise youโve fallen into him again. Whatever heโd put in your drinks seems to already be hitting you, but you donโt care, donโt care, donโt care! And Curtisโ thumb rubbing circles on your hip feel kind of nice, and so you let him hold you as you sway, blinking rapidly as the alcohol mingles into your bloodstream.
โYou know, kitten, thereโs a bunch of empty rooms upstairs. Maybe we could find one โem so you can lie down for a while?โ Curtis whispers beguilingly in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin and making you shiver in your tiny dress. He casually plays with the flimsy straps, pushing one down and exposing your shoulder. A second later you feel his lips press against your exposed skin, making your heart jump with thrill. Thereโs something hard poking against your stomach, and you giggle and bite your lip.
โDonโt think I can get up the stairs, Curtis. Canโt evenโฆ Canโt even stand up straight!โ Heโs supporting most of your body weight as you lean heavily into him, loving the feel of strong, beefy arms around you. Itโs dark enough that you can almost imagine they belong to someone elseโฆ
โDonโt worry, kitten, Iโll carry you up there. Babies like you are meant to be carried, right? And I want to hear you scream like you did for Levinson in the locker room.โ
You barely have a chance to consider his proposition before you feel a heavy hand grab your arm and pull you backwards. You stumble in your high heels before your back collides with a very solid, very sturdy chest.
โSheโs off limits, Curtis. You know that.โ Ariโs voice is low but firm, and you turn to see the captain of the basketball team glaring daggers at his teammate and best friend, his brows furrowed and lips set in a thin line. His fingers are curled around your upper arm, not showing any signs of letting go as he looms formidably like a giant by your side. Sharonโs nowhere to be found.
โOh yeah? You finally ready to jump ship from one girl to the next, Ari?โ Curtis grins, wholly unperturbed as he pops open a can of beer and takes a long swig.
โVery funny, asshole. Go find someone else to take advantage of.โ Ari says wryly, still holding you with an iron grip while you gape at both of them. And a part of you โ an admittedly pathetic part of you โ is thrilled that Ariโs come over to you now. Clearly, he was affected by you talking to his best friend, and that makes you feel special.
Surprisingly, Curtis backs off easily, slinking off into the party like a panther. The crowd swallows him up, and you watch him go for a moment before the crushing grip gets even tighter. You hear a rumble from Ariโs chest as he mauls you to a dim corner of the room. Itโs still packed with people, but he manages to prop you up in a dark spot, his palms slamming against the wall on either side of you, trapping you against it.
โWell, well, well. Look who showed up to the party.โ Ari sneers, pressing his considerably larger frame against yours. โAnd youโre drunk already. Hasnโt anyone told you not to accept drinks from strangers?โ
You blink up at him, feeling slower and more sluggish than usual thanks to Curtisโ magic drink in your system. But then his words hit you and you scowl, craning your neck to look up at him despite the fact that youโre in heels.
โCurtis isnโt a stranger, heโs my friend!โ (Youโve conveniently forgotten the fact that youโd sworn that any friend of Ariโs was an enemy of yours).
Ari scoffs, โHeโs not your friend. Youโre not allowed to be friends with boys.โ
You stick your chin up at him, โOh yeah? Says who?โ
The huge basketball player drives his pelvis into you with force, his clothed erection rutting against your stomach and making your eyes pop wide open and a gasp dies somewhere in your throat.
He smirks, โSays your daddy.โ
Beyond Ariโs broad shoulder, you can see the party commencing in full force. The DJโs switched to a more R&B centric playlist, and the whole room reverberates with the sounds of heavy bass and sexy crooning lyrics. Couples find each other on the dancefloor, strangers join together like magnets. Swaying and grinding and groping each other in the dark.
You blink several times before refocusing your gaze on Ari, trying not to get lost in his eyes or his smell or just how big and manly he is compared to you. No. You had to stay strong and you had to stay away from him. He was trouble with a capital T, and there was no way you were going to let him get away with cornering you at this party โ not after all the lies heโd fed you about breaking up with his girlfriend. Not after heโd strung you along for weeksโฆ
โFuck off, Ari! You have no right to tell me who I can or canโt be friends with! Now justโฆ Just fuck off and go back to your girlfriend anโ leave me alone!โ Your palms land on his chest and you push with all your might. Unsurprisingly, he doesnโt budge an inch. In fact, he yawns pointedly, infuriating you further as you continue to push his huge, muscular body off of you.
โPlease. You thrive on my attention, baby. Thatโs why youโre wearing this slutty dress and flirting with my best friend.โ He says matter-of-factly, making your blood boil and your jaw drop open indignantly.
โDonโt want your attention!โ
โBabies like you need attention.โ Ari tells you, saying each word slowly as if you truly are a dumb baby who doesnโt understand anything. One of his hands meanders upwards, casually twining a piece of your hair around his finger, โOr else youโll cry and throw a tantrum. And we donโt want the little baby to throw a tantrum, do we?โ
You canโt believe his cockiness! Before you know what youโre doing, you punch him straight in the chest. Hard. But Ari just looks down at you bemusedly. In fact, he looks bored, and that infuriates you even more. And on top of everything else, now your hand hurts and you feel your eyes well with tears.
โAww, did the little baby hurt herself?โ Ari teases, patting your cheek condescendingly. You sniffle and try to swat him away but heโs too quick, too strong. Youโre helpless, stuck against his big, hard body and the wall behind your back and he knows it as he smirks. โPoor little baby, donโt cry or throw a tantrum. Youโve got my attention now, havenโt you? And thatโs what you wanted.โ
โNo, I didnโtโ!โ
He cuts you off with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Even in your heels, he still has to lift you up so he can kiss you properly without you having to crane your neck too much because of his height. And so he grabs your hips and hoists you up against the wall, your bare legs dangling on either side of him as he consumes you with a kiss that seems riddled in possessiveness. Until you bang your fists on his shoulders enough times for him to pull away.
โHowโฆHow dare you kiss me! When your girlfriendโs at the same party!โ You accuse, despite the fact that your heart is racing and lips are tingling and you really want him to kiss you again.
Ari shrugs, still looking bored. โShe went to the bathroom with a bunch of her girlfriends to fix her makeup or something. And you know how girls are with the bathroom, theyโll stay in there for ages.โ He pulls you snug against him, โGives us a bit of time to have fun, baby.โ
โYouโre a man-whore, Ari.โ
He snorts, โAnd youโre lucky you still have my attention, baby girl.โ
Your jaw drops open, โYouโre the one whoโs been texting me nonstop since last week!โ
โJust so you wouldnโt feel bad.โ
You canโt believe him. Huffing, you try to push past him and storm off. Which proves to be impossible considering heโs still got you lifted up against the wall, his leg snug between your thighs. And even if you were in a position to exit the situation, he was way too big and strong and could easily stop you. Ugh. (But not really because that pathetic part of you really is enjoying the attention heโs giving you right now).
โYou look so hot tonight, baby girl.โ Ari mutters as he starts kissing at you again. First, he tries your lips. But youโre still stubborn, still mad at him and so you turn your head. Thatโs not a problem for him, his lips pressing down against your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck. His hands come up to brazenly squeeze your breasts, making you gasp. โThis is some dress. Luckily, attention-seeking baby suits you well.โ
โStop callinโ me a baby!โ
He gives your ass a hard smack, smirking when you yelp. You thank your lucky stars that itโs too dark and crowded and noisy for anyone around you to notice how indecent heโs being.
โOh, so youโre a big girl now, huh?โ
โLet go of me so I can go have fun with Wandaโโ You once more try to elbow him out of the way but of course, he holds you at bay easily.
โStay put.โ He growls, giving your ass another smack. โAnd answer my question. I asked you if youโre a big girl now.โ
You stick your chin up, โYes, I am.โ
The brunet grins wolfishly. And youโre too tipsy to even notice how, but he suddenly conjures up a tiny translucent plastic baggie, waving it in front of your face. Your eyes take a few seconds to focus on the light blue pills sitting inside, shimmering enticingly as the strobe lights land on them. Theyโve got designs printed on them, but youโre way too tipsy to decipher what they are.
โIf youโre such a big girl, then youโll have no problem having some of this big girl candy that daddy got specially for you.โ
Your heart lurches. Sure, youโre tipsy as hell right now. But youโre certain you know what those pills areโฆ donโt you? And maybe it isnโt the best idea for you to take your first ecstasy pill with only Ari of all people there with you. But what does it matter? When heโs slowly grinding his thigh up between your legs, one of his hands groping all over your body and pressing up your dress?
โIโฆ uhโฆ I dunno, Ariโฆโ
He takes one tablet out before shoving the baggie into his pocket.
โCโmon. Prove youโre a big girl and take one.โ
Every sane cell in your body is screaming at you not to, but it seems like youโre not only drunk off alcohol, but also off of his touch and attention.
Ariโs thumb trails across your lower lip, stroking it gently before tipping it open. You watch him, slack-jawed and in awe, as he slowly brings the blue tablet up to his own lips. He holds it between his teeth before he dips his head and catches your lips in a deep kiss, transferring the pill into your mouth. It rests on your tongue for a second before you gather your saliva and swallow it quickly, wanting to prove to him that you were indeed a big girl.
Iโll just let him kiss me for a while and then Iโll leave, you tell yourself, sighing as he peppers butterfly-light kisses all over your neck and shoulder. He pushes the strap of your dress down, much like how Curtis had done earlier. And all you can think about is how good it feels when Ari does it, when he touches you like how no one else could. Not that youโd ever had anyone else โ since Ari was your first. And you fear that no one else would ever compareโฆ
Suddenly, the strobe lights seem so bright, so close. The music feels like itโs coming out from inside you, like The Weeknd is literally belting out his sexy lyrics from inside you. The lights hit Ariโs face, making him look so big and bright, shiny like a diamond. And so close, so sexy. God, heโs so sexyโฆ And you feel sexy too, like the sexiest person in this room, in your sexy red dress with this giant of a man in front of you.
โWanna kiss you, daddy.โ
He smirks against the nape of your neck before straightening up, โKiss me, then.โ
You try, but heโs too tall. Fuck, you really want to kiss him all of a sudden.
โCanโt. Iโm too small.โ But you donโt feel small. Just the opposite, actually. You feel like youโre on top of the world, like youโre the most beautiful, most incredible person in this universe. You wind your arms around his neck, โLift me up. Wanna kiss you.โ
Heโs already got you propped up with his knee jammed between your legs, but for once he makes no smart comment. He wraps his huge hands around your waist and lifting you up. And it feels like youโre as high as the empire state building. No, the moon! Your heartโs soaring and so is your head, your bodyโs buzzing, the musicโs switched up to something even more sexy, and thatโs when you kiss him.
โGood girl,โ he praises against your lips, but all you can focus on is how good it feels to have his lips on yours, how good it feels that his hands are back on your body, touching you everywhere. โYouโre such a good little girl, you know that?โ
โBetter than Sharon?โ
โOf course, baby girl. I donโt care about Sharon. Only you.โ
Firmly holding you against the wall, he pushes your dress up till the tight material is practically around your waist. And who cares, who cares, who cares?! Not you, not when his hands glide up your bare thighs, spreading them before cupping your pussy through the lace of your panties.
โThese are pretty, baby. Did daddy buy you these?โ
โNo,โ you lie. Of course, heโd bought them for you. Ari loved buying you lingerie. Often, heโd have it delivered to your dorm room with a special note telling you to take pictures and send them to him. Sometimes, heโd send other things along with the lingerie. Like once, heโd sent this sex toy โ a dildo which was almost as big as his dick. And there was a note too, ordering you to put on the lingerie and facetime him immediately. Heโd made you fuck yourself on the dildo repeatedly that night, all while you thanked daddy over and over again for your new toy and lingerie set. All while he sat in the comfort of his own dorm room, smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face, casually pumping his dick and getting off on your humiliation and total submission. Well, you got off on it too.
Now, it only takes a tug of his wrist and your panties are slipping down your legs. They get caught in your heels and you impatiently shake them off, watching the lace as it lays on the ground. Thatโs when you feel a rush of air against your bare pussy, now only concealed by the flimsy material of your dress.
โGod, Levinson, she looks wasted as fuck!โ
You vaguely hear someone say that, but you feel like you are lightyears away from everyone else. As if you and Ari are on your very own planet where only the two of you matter.
As if on cue, Ari presses his clothed crotch against your bare pussy, grinding the denim up and down while you pant in his arms. God, you want him so bad.
โBad little baby, you got my jeans all wet in the middle of a party.โ Ari scolds. But you pay him no heed, instead busying yourself with kissing up his collarbone and smelling his manly cologne, feeling his muscles that ripple through his shirt.
โYouโre so big and strong,โ you murmur, saying exactly what youโre thinking like you have no filter.
Ari puffs his chest out, โI am, arenโt I? Especially compared to a little baby girl like you.โ He drives his crotch against your bare pussy once more, lewdly grinding against you till the denim is soaking wet. And oh, the rough material feels so good against your clit, so good that you donโt even care that heโs dry humping you in the middle of a party with so many people around you.
His hand slips up to grab your hair, and he yanks you up roughly so he can put his lips to your ear, โYouโre my little baby princess, arenโt you?โ
A shiver runs down your spine. You like the sound of that.
โY-Yeah, I am!โ
ย โYou like how much bigger I am than you?โ He licks the shell of your ear.
โAh โ yes!โ
โAnd youโll do anything I tell you, wonโt you? Because youโre just a baby and you need daddy to guide you. Right?โ
โYes, yes, yes!โ You rut against him desperately, hoping heโll carry you up to a bedroom and fuck you hard. Itโs not like youโd be able to walk by yourself. Hell, you canโt even stand by yourself right now, which was why he was holding you up like you were a ragdoll. In the midst of a sea of people, but all you can focus on is Ari. And how high you feel, like youโre as light as a feather, as free as a bird who welcomes the cage of his grip.
You watch as he undoes his fly, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at how brazenly he does it โ in a room full of people, no less! But you lick your lips, feeling your pussy clench at how fat and thick his cock looks under the pulsating lights. God, he was so big everywhere!
โSo if I tell you that daddy wants to fuck his little girl in front of everyone right now, youโd say yes, wouldnโt you?โ
You lick your lips, lust pulsing through every vein in your body. Youโre already humping against him like a wanton whore, loving the feel of his bare cock gliding against your slippery slit in a room full of people.
โM-Maybe we can we go upstairs, daddy?โ
โNo. Here. Cโmon, baby, you know you want to.โ He nibbles on your ear, โIโll make you my girlfriend if you do this for me.โ
Your heart lifts, your mind feeling euphoric at the idea of that. And you believe him, of course you believe him! How could you not, when youโre feeling so on top of the world right now? Heart beating so fast, blood pumping even fasterโฆ And he said heโd make you his girlfriend! Oh, you wanted that so badly! Youโd do anything to be his girlfriend, anything at allโฆ
โO-Okay, daddy, I guess you canโ AH, FUCK!โ
He pistons his dick inside you in one quick movement, holding your hips firmly in place so you donโt fall over from the sheer force of him forcing his fat dick into your tiny, leaking hole. God, he was so big. Youโd never get used to it.
โGood baby,โ he smirks. There are waves of people around you โ an entire crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies. But all you can feel is Ari, his cock so big and imposing yet your pussy swallows him readily as he bottoms out inside you. Grabbing your face, he kisses you possessively, and you can feel his cocky smirk through the kiss, โfuck yeah, just as tight as always. God, I missed my little pussy.โ
Being fucked by Ari in the middle of the dancefloor of a frat party, drunk and high off your mind while his girlfriend was somewhere in this house. It wasnโt how youโd planned your night to go at all, but you cling to Ari like a koala, allowing him to control your body and take pleasure from you. You can hear him groaning as he fucks you slowly, trying to cover your body completely with his. You can hear him grimace, mutter how fucking tight you are as he tries to hold back from tearing your pussy apart like how he usually does when the two of you are alone.
โNot such a big girl now, are you?โ he mocks, biting at your bottom lip and sucking on it as his dick drives slowly in and out of you. โGetting fucked in the middle of a party because you canโt ever say no to me, huh?โ
โNngh, Ari please. F-Feel so full,โ you moan, never wanting him to stop. Maybe youโd regret this later, but right now itโs like youโre in a bubble of pleasure that has you ignoring the real world around you.
โAnd the fact that you thought you could make me jealous by talking to Curtis,โ Ari huffs, giving you a particularly hard thrust that sends you reeling, and you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs. โWhat a pathetic little game you played, baby. But Iโll never get jealous, because I already know I own you. And you know it too. I own your fucking pussy.โ
โYes, yes, yes!โ You gasp, feeling him so deep inside you, itโs like heโs practically in your womb. You wrap your legs tighter around him, grinding your clit against his hairy abdomen. The sensation feels heavenly, and youโre so, so closeโฆ
โPromise me youโll never fucking speak to Curtis again,โ he demands.
โFuck me harder, daddyโOW!โ
He slaps your ass hard, and you reel into him, shocked at the blow. Youโd have fallen over if he wasnโt holding you up in his muscular arms.
โFucking say youโll never speak to Curtis again,โ Ari says through gritted teeth, and his fingers wrap around your throat. Your breath hitches, eyes widening. But your pussy squeezes around his dick at the same time his hand squeezes your throat, โSay it or Iโll choke you the fuck out.โ
Fear splices through the euphoria youโre feeling, but his hand constricting around your throat, him controlling your breathing โ it turns you on so fucking much at the same time. But his eyes look so dark, darker than youโve ever seen them. Is it because heโs high too? Or is it something else entirely?
โW-Wonโt talk to him,โ you promise, barely getting the words out.
Ari smiles and releases your throat, and you desperately gasp for breath. But when he kisses you again, you canโt help but hungrily kiss him back.
โI own you,โ he repeats, slipping his hand down to play with your clit, pushing your dress up in the process. Youโre high out of your mind and yet you still try to push the hem of your dress back down, only for him to slap your hands away. โDonโt hide this baby pussy from me, sweetheart.โ
โE-Everyone can see,โ you moan, breath hitching when he pinches your clit harshly before rubbing circles on it.
โLet them watch, baby.โ
As if on cue, you hear someone whistle:
โYouโre a fucking dog, Levinson! Canโt even wait to find a room to get your dick wet, huh?โ
โShe looks high off her ass, bro. Classic Levinson.โ
Ari only laughs, continuing to fuck you and make out with you in the middle of the party as if itโs the most normal thing in the world to be doing. And if heโs okay with it, then it must be okay, right?
โThis is what happens when you come to a party trying to be an attention-seeker,โ he tells you, his fingers leaving your clit as he brings them up to his mouth, sucking noisily, โfuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. Your little baby pussyโs been wet for me all night, huh?โ
โYes, daddy,โ you say dutifully, meeting his thrusts now as you feel yourself getting close. You continue grinding your clit on his hairy abs as he fucks you, the sensation so heavenly as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, blabbering out your inner thoughts: โIโฆI think about you all the time, want you all the time. Wish you were with me all the timeโฆ.โ
โMm, it gets you all wet, doesnโt it? Fucking a man whoโs got a girlfriend?โ
You gasp, but your walls clench around him all the same.
โMm, I felt that, you slutty little baby,โ Ari smacks your ass again, rocking his hips hard against you as you cry from the pleasure, โIt turns you on that I have a girlfriend and yet Iโm here with you, fucking you in front of all these people like youโre my personal fucking whore.โ
โAri, Iโm so close, Iโโ
ย โBet you wish she was watching us, huh?โ He says suddenly, โI bet that would get you off, wouldnโt it, you dirty little slut?โ
โNooo,โ you moan, but you can feel thrills rippling through your body, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as the music drones on all around you.
Ari licks his lips like heโs the devil himself, โDonโt fucking lie to me, sweetheart. I bet you wish Sharon was here, watching me fuck you.โ His eyes glint wickedly, โBet you wish she was getting herself off to us, donโt you? Fingering herself while she watches her boyfriend cheat on her with a slutty little girl like you.โ
โOh, fuck, fuck, fuck!โ
โMm, and what would you do? Cry your little baby tears and beg for her forgiveness?โ Ari chuckles lowly, and you canโt believe youโre on the brink of orgasm and about to lose it and heโs just there, calm as ever as he fucks you in this room full of people. Forcing his big, fat cock inside you with a smirk on his face as if he owns the whole room. โYouโd beg for my girlfriendโs forgiveness while you take my fat fucking cock inside your sexy little pussy. And sheโd watch us, watch me call you a bad fucking girl while I fuck you so hard that Iโd probably knock you up. And Iโve never fucked her like that, baby. I would never fuck her like that. Only you.โ
โDaddy, please,โ you sob and sob, clutching at his shirt because you feel so overwhelmed.
He grabs your face roughly, making you look at him.
โAnd youโd watch her rub her pussy as she watches us fuck, wouldnโt you? And sheโd cum all over her fingers, watching her boyfriend fuck the living daylights out of you, watching you be a helpless little slut for your daddy. And youโd love every second of it, baby. Because youโre fucking sick, just like meโฆโ
Your orgasm is earth-shattering, breaking your body apart as you squirt all over his huge fucking dick. And he fucks you through it, coaxing your cream out of you as you cry and cry, any sound you make getting drowned out by the blaring music, any thrashing movement blurred by the dancing bodies around you. Some of them know whatโs going on, you know they do. But others donโt, lost in their own world as they dance around the two of you. And waves of searing pleasure overtake your body, over and over again as you grind up against him.
โThatโs right, sweetheart,โ Ari grunts, โcum on my daddy dick like the good little baby you are. God, fuck, youโre squeezinโ me so good, baby, feels so tight and sexy. Gimme another one.โ
You cum again, as if your body is programmed to listen to him, as if just his words can make you orgasm. And thatโs when he blows his load, muttering a string of curses as he empties himself inside you. He always came inside you, no matter what. And you guessed that he wasnโt going to stop that streak now, even in the midst of a crowded party. One or two guys are ogling at the two of you, but youโre too fucked out to care, your spent body sagging against Ariโs huge frame as he fills you up with his hot cum.
Everything is blurry for a while after that. Youโre on the brink of passing out โ not even from the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system, but from how fucked out you feel. But you jolt out of it when Ari pulls out of you, whining needily but he ignores you. Instead, he pulls your dress back down over your ass, and you can feel his hot cum trickling down your thigh.
โHow was she, Levinson?โ Some guy pipes up from within the crowd.
โMove along, smartass.โ Ari glares daggers at the random guy, flipping him off as he shields your body with his bigger one. But there are more guys surrounding you, more people beginning to notice what exactly is going on. Ari seems to catch on to this too, shooting dirty looks all around him as he tries to tug your short dress down even further to cover you more, as if he was fuelled by horniness before but now that heโs come down from that high, heโs hyperaware of everyone around you.
โCanโt feel my legs, daddy,โ you lean heavily against him.
He picks you back up, carrying you through the crowd. You can vaguely hear the voices of other boys over the loud, pounding music. Thumping Ari on the back, congratulating him. You hide your face in his chest, trying not to think about whatโs just happened. He takes you up the stairs, through random corridors, into an empty bedroom, and finally, a bathroom.
โFuck, baby, you okay?โ He asks after setting you down on the sink.
โIโm good,โ you grab at him, trying to wrap your legs around him and pull him into you. You can still feel the effects of the little blue pill, and you try to kiss him but he pulls away, chuckling.
โWe need to clean you up.โ
Funny. He never cleaned you up before. In the past, heโd always fuck you hard and good and then leave you to get yourself together while he typed away on his phone or went outside to smoke. Then, heโd either come back inside to fuck you again, or heโd give you a quick kiss and leave, telling you he was late for practice or something along those lines. But right now, it looks like he was sticking around, and that makes your heart skip a beat.
โI canโt believe I just let you fuck me in front of everyone. It almost doesnโt feel real!โ You muse out loud, wondering maybe it was all just a dream, because you feel so hazy and warm. You swing your heel clad feet, accidentally catching him in the stomach. He shoots you a warning look, grabbing your calves to still you before his expression relaxes.
โItโs what you deserved for ignoring my texts.โ He smirks before grabbing a wad of toilet paper. He wets some of it under the tap and swipes at your thighs, cleaning his cum off you. You bite your lip, watching his tanned biceps ripple as he gets dangerously close to your pussy. You grab his wrist, pushing it between your legs.
โI think you missed a spot, daddy,โ you say in what you hope is a demure and sexy manner.
Ari groans, โDonโt tempt me, baby girl.โ
He feels around your folds, licking his lips as he plays with the mess heโs left in your pussy. But you whine after a while, clearly too sensitive for round two so you push his hand away.
โLemme feel you,โ he persists.
โNuh uh, too sensitive.โ
He rolls his eyes and you giggle, reaching out to smooth his long hair, twining a few strands around your finger. You stay like that for a while, liking how he looks at you in the privacy of this bathroom, where the music from outside is still thumping softly and yet it feels like the two of you are in your own bubble. Where the dull orange light makes him look double handsome, and itโs just the two of you and you can pretend heโs your boyfriend and youโre a happy couple and itโs the best feeling in the world.
Until Ariโs hand slips down between your legs again.
โHey!โ You squeal, batting him off, but he doesnโt relent.
โLet daddy feel you one more time, baby girl,โ he tries to sweet talk you, but you shake your head, pushing him away again. Thatโs when he gets a glint in his eye, digging his fingers into your ribs instead. You squeal as he tickles you, and you try to do it back but clearly, he isnโt as ticklish as you because he just shoots you an amused look. You laugh and laugh, till you canโt breathe and even he chuckles, his face pink.
โAri, will I be your girlfriend now?โ You ask in a small voice once youโve stopped laughing.
A pause. And then he sighs.
โBaby, we already have a good thing goingโโ
โSo then why canโt we go out on dates and do all the romantic things that boyfriends and girlfriends do?โ Your lower lip wobbles but you will yourself to remain calm and collected.
โYou know why.โ Ari avoids your gaze, backing up and gathering all the toilet paper heโs just used. He stuffs it into the bin before washing his hands, and the whole time you look at him, waiting for him to elaborate except he says nothing more.
โB-But I let you fuck me in front of everyone,โ you scrunch your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay, โI let you do anything to me, Ari. And you keep telling me that youโll make me your girlfriend but it never happens. Anโ I trust you more than anything even though you keep lying to me, andโโ
He clears his throat, running his hands through his hair before he reaches out as if to cup your face. But at the last second he holds back, fists curled to his sides. โDonโt do this right now. Look, Iโll get you some water to sober you up, then you can call your friend Carlaโโ
โHer name is Wanda.โ
โCall your friend Wanda, and maybe she can take you home. Youโre completely wasted.โ He canโt help but reach out, fixing the strap of your dress which you hadnโt even noticed had slipped down your shoulder. God, you were a mess. A complete and utter mess and heโd used you again and now he wanted nothing to do with you. His fingers linger, brushing against your bare shoulder before he snatches his hand back and clears his throat once more.
โIs it because Iโm not good enough?โ A lone tear drips down your cheek. And itโs crazy because not even a minute ago you were laughing your ass off.
โNoโโ
โThen why does it feel like youโre using me?โ
No one speaks for several seconds. All you can hear is your own breathing, how you hiccup every now and then. How your head is beginning to pound and how all your emotion seem amplified. You know itโs because youโre drunk, and yet youโre hoping you may get something sincere from him in this bathroom right nowโฆ
But Ari only shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained somewhere beyond your shoulder, as if he canโt seem to look you in the eyeโฆ
โNowโs not the time to talk about thisโโ
โYou lie to me all the time, Ari, and you always take me for granted. Anโ I fall for it every time because I wanna be your girlfriend so badโฆโ Your voice falters, lip curling and tears welling in your eyes, โI really, really like you, Ari. Donโt you like me too? Enough to make me your girlfriend?โ
โI already have a girlfriendโฆโ He blurts out.
His words hit you like shards of glass, piercing you from the inside out. You feel like youโre falling, and even Ari looks guilty, as if he canโt believe heโs just said that so abruptly. Heโs always come up with a story when it comes to his relationship; โwe broke up,โ or โweโre having problems,โ or โsheโs a bitch, I donโt care about her.โ But it seems like now, heโs really just laying it all out on the table. Sheโs his girlfriend. And she always would be.
You bow your head, feeling like a veilโs lifted somewhere between the two of you. โI guess that just makes me the girl you keep around for easy sex.โ
โYou know itโs more than that, babyโโ
His phone rings at that exact moment, cutting him off. But he looks relieved to be interrupted, and hastily fishes it out of his pocket. You sigh, staring down dejectedly into your lap. He keeps his voice low as he talks on the phone, but you catch a few words here and there, like โSharon,โ and โsheโs looking for you.โ
โBaby, I gotta go. But I want you to stay in here until youโre sober enough to go find your friend.โ Ari says, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
โY-Youโre leaving?โ
A pause.
โYes.โ
Another tear trickles down your cheek.
โPlease stay with me. I donโt wanna be alone right now.โ Heโs left you after sex many times before, but this time feels different. You feel vulnerable, small, afraid. Little you in this big party where youโd only feel safe if you were with him. God, it felt so special whenever it was just you and him alone together. Like right now, in the bathroom, where heโd carried you up in his arms, cleaned you himself and laughed while he tickled you. Oh, it felt so special to you! Could he not feel that too? Why did he want to leave?
Ari inhales deeply, โDonโt, okay? You know I canโt stay. Sharonโฆ Sheโs making a scene. Sheโs really drunk, people are starting to notice Iโm not there with herโโ
โIโm really drunk too.โ And high.
He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, โThatโs why youโre getting so emotional, okay? Justโฆ Just call Wanda. Or one of your other friends.โ
His words sting, and you know you should just back off. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do since clearly all he wanted was to get away from you. But neediness and sorrow clouds your brain and covers your heart, and in a last ditch effort, you reach out to grab his hand.
โPlease stay,โ you beg, and you feel like youโve swallowed your pride but you donโt even care anymore, โPlease, Ari. Y-You donโt have to make me your girlfriend, okay? Iโm sorry I brought it up. Please, just stay with me. Donโt leave me alone, please, please, pleaseโโ
โStop,๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ he says gently, peeling your hand off of his, โdonโt make this bigger than it is. We hooked up like we always do, but I need to go now, okay? Iโll text you later.โ
He backs away, pausing at the door. Hope fills your heart, and you wait with bated breath. But then he leaves, walking out casually like all heโs done is use the bathroom. And you sit there, his rejection like poison in your veins. Frozen, drunk, sad, dejected. Oh God, had you really expected him to stay? To be different this time? How many more times were you going to let him lie to you, disrespect you, embarrass you, play you?
How many more times till he broke you completely?
***
โCโmon, Wanda, pick the fuck up.โ You mutter, jabbing at your phone in annoyance. The screen freezes for several seconds, before your call goes to her voice message. For the fourth time in a row. You bite your lip, daring to check your battery. Five percent. Great. Just Great.
ย After Ari had left you in the bathroom, all youโd wanted to do was curl up in the bathtub and cry the whole night away. And thatโs what youโd been doing for at least an hour, until some horny couple barged in and started having sex against the sink. Youโdrun out of there in a hurry, and now here you were at the front of the frat house, wanting nothing more than to go home.
โWhere the hell are you, Wanda?โ You murmur, calling her again and praying to God your phone battery lasts until you find her. You were still drunk and not exactly capable of combing through the crowd of people in search of your friend. When she doesnโt pick up again, you feel a helplessness take over your body, like it had back in the bathroom. All you want to do is collapse down on the grass and cry like a baby, but you will yourself to persevere before you try calling her again.
โExcuse me, sweetheart. Are you okay?โ
The voice is deep and rumbling, with an undertone of amusement. You donโt even bother looking up from your phone, your eyes too busy staring down your battery percentage as it lowers down to three percent.
โIโm fine,โ you say distractedly, trying to walk further away from the frat house in hopes of getting better signal. โIโm just trying to call my friend so we can go hoโโ
Your heel catches against a rock on the grass, sending you flying. You brace yourself for the fall but it never comes. Instead, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you and pulling you back till you collide against a hard chest.
โCareful, baby,โ the amused voice murmurs in your ear.
โOh, um, thank you, uhโโ You straighten up and turn around to face the stranger whoโd saved you, finding yourself face to face with a built looking chest wearing an off-white t-shirt and varsity jacket. You crane your neck upwards, breath catching in your throat at what you see.
The stranger is tall and blonde, his pale skin shimmering in the moonlight (probably because youโre drunk because thatโs what it looked like). His muscles ripple under his shirt, and he runs his hand through his hair in a way thatโs all too familiar. His blue eyes sparkle as he smiles down at you, his arms still around your waist as if to hold you steady.
โWow,โ you say dumbly. He was handsome!
He smirks down at you, โSorry, sweetheart, I didnโt quite catch that?โ He had an effortless way of speaking, like a relaxed drawl as if he was far removed from all the craziness of the party going on around him.
โI โ uh โ I said thanks,โ you babble, โthanks for saving me.โ
โYouโre welcome. Whatโs your name?โ
You tell him, trying to keep your words from slurring because of the damned alcohol still pumping in your system. Youโre acutely aware of his arms still around you, and the fact that your heart is beating fast and hard as you look up at him almost in awe. In your inebriated state, his pale colouring made it look like there was a halo around him (either that or a streetlight was shining directly at him), but it made him look almost angelically handsome.
โIโm Steve.โ He says, confidently reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, โWhatโs a cute little thing like you doing out by yourself so late at night?โ
You stick your chin up indignantly, โNot by myself! Iโm looking for Wanda!โ
โWhoโs that, sweetheart?โ
โMy best friend.โ
โWell, she isnโt much of a best friend if she left you all alone at this party, is she?โ
Steve cocks his head to the side, a crooked smile on his face thatโs so attractive it makes you swoon inwardly, despite what he was implying.
โShe didnโt leave me, Steve! Sheโs justโฆโ you helplessly scan through the groups of people that have spilled out into the front yard of the frat house, โsheโs around here somewhereโฆโ Your eyes suddenly snap back over to the blonde, suspicion overtaking you. Who exactly was this guy, and where had he just appeared from, looking all handsome and angelic?
โDo youโฆuhโฆdo you go to St. Andrewsโ too?โ You hardly know everyone on campus, seeing as your college is massive and thereโs way too many people that go there. But youโre sure youโd remember seeing someone as handsome as him.
โNope, I go to St. Judeโs.โ
Oh. The enemy college. At least according to Ari (who was the main source of most of your information since he knew everything). Ari hated St Judeโsโ basketball team, as they were the main rivals of his own basketball team. You werenโt much into sports or any of that (you only attended Ariโs basketball games to look cute and get his attention), but you suddenly recognise St. Judeโs distinctive blue and white coloured varsity jacket that Steve has on. It resembles Ariโs varsity jacket โ which is red and gold for St. Andrewโs.
โWhatโre you doing here, then?โ You ask.
Steve shrugs, โMe and my buddies come to your parties every now and thenโฆโ he nods at two other guys in similar varsity jackets. They stand across the lawn from the two of you, talking to a bunch of girls. You look at them for a few seconds before Steve clears his throat, as if he wants you to look at him and him only.
โI think the real question is, sweetheart, what are you doing here?โ
You frown, โWhat do you mean?โ
โWhatโs a baby like you doing all alone at a frat house this late?โ His thumb strokes your bare arm, his other hand still firm on your waist. โYouโre too cute and innocent for a party like this, the frat boys will eat you alive.โ
His eyes glint as he says it, but you presume thatโs just you imagining things because youโre drunk.
โWell actually, Iโm not a baby and I wasnโt alone,โ you try not to hyper-focus on his thumb circling against your skin, โI was with Wanda, and then I was with Ari, and thenโโ
Steveโs grip tightens, โAri?โ
โYeah, Ari. Heโs my boyfrโ Well no, actually heโs my nothing. Heโs no oneโฆโ you sigh sadly, โIโm no one to him and heโs no one to meโฆHe made that pretty clear tonight.โ
The blonde whistles lowly, his hand still rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. And you kind of donโt want him to stop, because he feels so warm and heโs making you feel warm and itโs making you hurt a teensy bit less.
โA pretty little girl like you doesnโt deserve to get her heart broken like that,โ Steve comments, โand you donโt deserve to be left alone to cry by yourself either.โ
โW-Wasnโt crying!โ you lie. God, he was making you sound so pathetic.
He weaves you through the crowd, his grip on you tight as he walks you over to a more secluded area of the front yard. With less people around, his arms catch around your waist and he yanks you closer to him, till youโre flush against his chest, your eyes wide as you look up at him and swallow hard.
โMy point still stands,โ he says, his voice so confident and velvety smooth. โNow, if you were my girl, you wouldnโt even be allowed to step foot inside a party like this, let alone be left unattended.โ
A thrill ripples down your spine, but you barely have time to acknowledge it before you feel a rough grip on your wrist, yanking you away from Steve with heavy force.
โWhat the hell is this?!โ Ari growls, pushing you behind his own body before he squares up to Steve. You gape over at both men, looking from one to the other. Ari was the biggest guy you knew, but Steve matched him in both height and stature. Head-to-head, the two men stare the other down, almost as if they already know each other. Side by side, you notice they look kind of similar. Both of them were tall and bulky, with vivid blue eyes. But Steve was angelically blonde and pale, and Ari was tanner, rougher, darker. Steve looked calm, unperturbed by the interruption โ but Ari looked pissed off beyond belief.
โWhat are you doing here, Rogers?โ He seethes.
Steve smirks, โI wasnโt aware that you owned this frat house, Ari.โ
โCut the bullshit. You know youโre not welcome here. Just because your own college parties are filled with ugly sluts doesnโt mean you have to come to mine.โ
โYours? And who exactly put you in charge?โ
Steve steps closer as if to challenge Ari, but Ari just glowers at him before shaking his head.
โDo whatever the fuck you want, Steve. But sheโs off limits. Everyone here knows sheโs mine.โ Ariโs still got your wrist in a death-grip, and you wince in pain when he squeezes even tighter.
โLemme go, Ari!โ You try to fight against his hold but to no avail.
The blonde snorts, โOh yeah, it really looks like sheโs yours, Levinson.โ
โFuck off.โ
โI know what your girlfriend looks like, asshole. I know itโs not her.โ Steveโs still got that smirk on his face, and you can see Ariโs face going redder and redder. God, he was really getting to him! And they did in fact know each other!
Ari pointedly turns his back to Steve as if to shut him out of the conversation. Instead, he looks at you. โBaby, why are you still here? Itโs getting really late, let me call you an Uber.โ
Baby? Was he serious? After heโd left you alone in the bathroom even after youโd begged and pleaded with him to stay with you?!
You feel a surge of anger, โNo! Donโt want you to call me anything, Ari! Just leave me alone, I can get home by myself.โ
He frowns, โYouโre still drunk. Iโm gonna call you aโโ
โWhereโs Sharon, Levinson?โ Steve pipes up from behind in an amused tone, as if this is all an eveningโs worth of entertainment to him. โThatโs her name, right? Your actual girlfriend?โ
Ari whips around with lightning speed. Your heart jumps to your throat as the brunet lunges forward, grabbing Steve by the collar and getting all up in his face, โIf you donโt shut the fuck upโโ
โOr what, huh, Levinson?โ
The brunet lowers his voice, โYou know damn well I can beat your ass off court just as much as I can in court.โ
Steve scoffs, โYou beat my team, not me.โ
Oh, so Steve was a basketball player too. He and Ari had played against each other.
Ari barks out a laugh, โOh yeah, I forgot you got benched in the last game. Canโt seem to keep that temper in check, can you?โ
The blonde shrugs, โI donโt know, Levinson. Seems like youโre the one whoโs getting all worked up right now.โ
โGo to hell, assholeโโ
โBABY, THERE YOU ARE!โ
Sharon stumbles up to where the three of you are standing, her dress riding high, heels in her hand and hair a mess. Sheโs even drunker than you are, and yet she still looks beautiful โ in a dishevelled sort of way. Like Serena Van Der Woodsen, with her blonde hair so perfectly tangled. She looks tall and somehow still graceful despite how she all but falls on top of Ari, who lets go of Steveโs collar as he holds her up.
โThought I lost you again,โ she giggles, planting her lips on his. You blanch and look away, feeling like someoneโs put your heart in a shredder. You almost donโt notice Steve grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back into him. Sharon continues to kiss Ari, making out with him except he keeps turning his head โ but sheโs too drunk to notice. โBabe, could you please take me home? Iโm tired.โ
Ari grimaces, โSure. Why donโt you go wait by the car and Iโll be over when Iโm ready?โ
Sharon blinks, โWhat car?โ
โMy car.โ
โWhat does it look like?โ
Ari groans. Steve laughs. Sharon looks confused. And you hope the ground would swallow you whole so you wouldnโt have to witness the happy couple together right in front of your face.
โSharon, just go wait somewhere else while Iโโ
โAre you guys a couple?โ Sharon cuts him off, finally acknowledging you and Steve. โYou look totally cute together if you are.โ
โTheyโre not a couple.โ Ari seethes, his blue eyes narrowing at Steveโs hands on your waist. โLet go of her, asshole.โ he says quietly (not that Sharon would have even noticed). Steve ignores his, pretending he didnโt hear him.
โI, uh, I have to go,โ you mumble, unable to stand being in their presence even a second longer. Sharonโs gone back to sloppily kissing up Ariโs jaw, and you just canโt take it. His words from earlier keep ringing through your ears: โI already have a girlfriend,โ โI already have a girlfriend,โ โI already have a girlfriend.โ
You take your phone out, ready to call an Uber and be done with this night. Youโd go home and charge your phone and try to reach Wanda from there. But just as youโre about to type in your address on the app, your screen goes black. Dead. Great. Fucking great.
โOh no,โ you whisper softly in dismay.
Ariโs already got his own phone out, typing away and presumably calling you an Uber whilst simultaneously trying to keep Sharon upright and at bay.
โIโll take you home.โ Steve volunteers.
โThe hell you will,โ Ari sneers, โBack the fuck off, Rogers, Iโm calling her an Uber.โ He looks like he wants to say more, his gaze still locked on the way Steve is holding you. But he canโt, of course he canโtโฆ not with her here.
โBabe, I donโt feel well,โ Sharon moans suddenly. Her face looks slightly green, and sheโs stopped kissing Ari now.
โJust give me a second,โ He tells her distractedly.
โMaybe you should worry about getting your own girlfriend home first, Levinson.โ Steve says smugly before turning to you, โCโmon, letโs go.โ
Ariโs eyes fix on yours, โDonโt go with him.โ
You almost do obey. Because you always obey Ari. Heโs told you in the past, warned you that you always have to do what he says because heโs your daddy and heโs in charge. Butโฆ But what about how youโd begged him to stay earlier, and he hadnโt? Now was your chance to do the same thing to him, give him a taste of his own medicine. That, and you also canโt stand to be in close vicinity of him and Sharon right now, or else youโd burst into tears again.
Pointedly avoiding Ariโs gaze, you look up at Steve instead, โO-Okay. Letโs go.โ
The blonde tugs you along with him, and you purposely drown Ari out as Steve leads you away. And part of you wants Ari to follow, to push Sharon away and come after you, rip you out of Steveโs grip and take you home himself. But he doesnโt, of course he doesnโt. You donโt dare look back, knowing the happy couple is probably making out again, and youโve already been forgotten.
โHeโs such an asshole!โ You burst out, โI hate him, I hate him, I hate him!โ
Steve chuckles, โHeโs an asshole, alright.โ
โHe really is! Hate how he treats me, anโ how I keep giving him chances. He just hurts me again and again and again andโโ
โLetโs get you home, baby,โ the blonde interrupts, getting his phone out.
You wait a handful of seconds, swaying in your heels but liking how heโs got his hand firmly on your lower back to keep you steady. You look up at him expectantly, โWell, arenโt you gonna ask for my address?โ
โWhat?โ
โMy address, silly! How else am I gonna get home?โ
He blinks, before slowly handing you his phone. You miss the glint in his eye, however, and how his lip curls up subtly inโฆ disappointment? โOh yeah. How stupid of me to forget.โ
You type your address in on his Uber app and click accept before beaming up at him, โThank you so much, Steve. It really means a lot to me, I honestly donโt know how else I wouldโve got home! But donโt worry, Iโll pay you back! Weโll split the cost in half, andโโ
He presses his finger to your lips, effectively shushing you before he shoots you that charming lop-sided smile of his, making your insides melt. โYou donโt need to pay me back, sweetheart. What kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a little baby like you?โ
You blink, feeling an extreme sense of dejavu. He sounded exactly likeโฆ Ari. Ari never let you pay for anything ever. Well, Ari never really took you out anywhere in public, but the two of you would always order takeout whenever he came over to your dorm room. And heโd never skimp out either, ordering from fancy places like Nobu because he said you were his baby and he wanted the best for you. And whenever you tried to pay your share, heโd just snort and push your hand away, โWhat kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a helpless little baby like you?โ
The reminder of Ari has a ton of different emotions washing over you all over again. Sadness, jealousy, angerโฆ. You shake your poor drunken, muddled head, โOh, I hate Ari so much, Steve! Heโs heartless, and heโโ
Youโre still going on and on by the time the Uber arrives. And youโre so into your tirade, that you donโt even notice Steveโs arms going around you again, holding you tight against him as if he owns you. You donโt notice how his hands wander, how he rubs the bare skin of your arms, the small of your back, going lower and lower. His fingers playing with the short hem of your dressโฆ
You do notice him slip cash into the driverโs handโฆ Probably the tip, you presume, too drunk to care.
Your mind wanders to Ari again during the ride home. You sit in the backseat with Steve, staring outย the window gloomily as you think about how he broke your heart. Oh, how could you have been so stupid? So gullible? So innocent? Youโd never let anyone take advantage of you like that againโฆ
โYou okay?โ Steve asks, pressing his hand on your thigh.
You nod, โYeah, Iโm just thinkinโ about how much I hate Ari, andโโ
โSweetheart?โ
โYeah?โ
โIโve been listening to you complain about Ari for the past ten minutes straight. Donโt mention him again.โ
He says it softly, calmly, and yet you shut your mouth and straighten up. Despite being drunk, you can detect the seriousness of his tone, and a hint of a threat too. Which youโre probably imagining because why would Steve threaten you? He was so sweet! Wasnโt he?
โIโm sorry, Steve,โ you say softly, relaxing once he shoots you a smile.
The drive continues, and Steveโs hand remains on your bare thigh, squeezing every now and again. You donโt mind, his touch helping you feel grounded. Youโre still so drunk and probably high too, from that damned stupid pill Ari had given you. No, no, no! You scrunch your eyes shut, willing yourself not to think about him.
โBaby, why donโt you come sit on my lap?โ Steve says suddenly.
You whip your head in his direction, โWh-What?โ
โThe Uber driver just told me the backseat is really dirty, and youโre in a dress, so I think youโd better sit on me.โ
You glance at the driver, who looks straight ahead at the road, not batting an eye or saying a single word. Youโre too drunk to argue, and so you just nod. Steve grabs you by the waist, easily lifting you up and placing you on his lap. You canโt help but welcome his warmth, shivering in your skimpy little dress as you wiggle around, trying to get comfortable. He notices, immediately shrugging off his varsity jacket and draping it over your shoulders.
โThere. Nice and warm now?โ
You smile up at him gratefully, โYeah! Thanks so much, Steve!โ You try not to ogle at his biceps.
โYou look cute in my jacket,โ Steve chucks you under the chin, โItโs huge on you.โ
โThatโs โcause youโre huge,โ you blurt out, before your eyes widen.
โAnd youโre just tiny.โ He quips, pulling you closer.
This was weird, right? Youโd only just met him a mere twenty minutes ago, and now you were already in a car with him? In his lap, no less? But you could trust Steve, right? He was nice enough to give you a lift home when he didnโt even know you, and he didnโt want you to touch the dirty backseat either. And heโd given you his jacket so youโd stay warm. All of those looked like green flags to you. Unlike dumb stupid Ari, who was one red flag after another!
The car hits a snag on the road, causing you to bounce inadvertently in his lap. Steve groans as if heโs in pain, and you shoot him an apologetic look.
โSorry, Stevie. That was an accident.โ
He smirks, โStevie?โ
Heat spreads across your cheeks, unaware that youโve said it out loudโฆ But itโs a cute nickname nonetheless, and so you just shrug awkwardly, a sheepish smile on your face.
Steveโs hand rubs up and down your back soothingly, โItโs a long way till your house, baby. Why donโt you tell me about yourself?โ
You nod, โWell, Iโm a freshman at St. Andrewsโ College, andโฆandโฆโ your voice drifts off as you notice how close you are to him, how you can see the freckles and beauty marks on his face, how deep his blue eyes are up close. So much like Ariโsโฆ
Steve licks his lips, โHow does a little freshman like you get mixed up with an asshole like Ari Levinson?โ
Oh God, where do you even begin? Instead, you shake your head, โI-I thought I wasnโt allowed to mention Ari again?โ
โYouโre right,โ Steveโs eyes twinkle, and he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear, โYou take instructions well, sweetheart, that makes you a good girl.โ
You glow at the praise, before the car hits another snag on the road โ this time a much bigger one. You bounce on Steveโs lap again, biting your lip when you feel the rough material of his jeans graze against you down there. And thatโs when you come to a horrific realisation.
Youโre not wearing any panties.
Your mind flashes back to earlier in the night. Ari fucking you in the middle of the dancefloor. Lifting your dress up. Your panties slipping down your legs. You stepping out of them, the lacy thong lying on the floor. That was the last youโd seen itโฆ
You gulp, looking down at Steveโs lap slowly. No, no, no. Oh noโฆ There it is, plain as dayโฆ A wet stain on his jeans, directly beneath you. You hear a low groan, and you know heโs seen it too.
โOh my gosh, Steve, Iโm so sorry, Iโm so sorry, Iโโ
โItโs okay,โ he breathes, his voice throaty as he grips your hips to hold you in place, โMaybe you should moveโฆโ
โYes, of course, sorry, Iโll justโฆโ You hastily try to get off his lap, but he holds on tight, not allowing you to budge.
โNo, baby girl. I mean move like this.โ With fluid confidence, he guides your hips over thick, jean-clad thigh. You gasp breathily, hands shaking as they automatically grip his shoulders. Your bare cunt grazes against the rough denim, pleasurable sensations thrumming through your body. Oh God, what were you doing? You glance fearfully at the driver, but he seems to be in his own world, carefully ignoring the two of you from the driverโs seat.
โStevie, we shouldnโtโโ
โShhh, move again,โ he orders, his thumb circling your hip through the thin material of your dress.
โB-But we just met, this isnโt right, weโโ But he shushes you again by moving your hips for you. And his hands are so big, gripping you so tight as he moves you over his muscular leg, your cunt catching against the jean material again and making your whole body convulse. You automatically grab at his broad shoulders, feeling overwhelmed and confused yet horny and needy all at once.
Ari wouldnโt like this, your inner voice warns.
โI thought you took instructions well, baby doll.โ Steve whispers enticingly in your ear, hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back as if to cajole you into doing what he wanted. โCโmon, move again like how I told you to.โ
Your body obeys as if youโve been wired to, and maybe itโs because you like listening to people or maybe itโs because youโre just plain horny. Either because of Ariโs damned ecstasy pill or because Steve is so handsome and hot and his body is so big and muscular and warm. Oh, you donโt know! But you do roll your hips down against his lap, eyes widening at how good it feels as you both gasp in unison.
โThatโs a good girl,โ Steve praises, giving you a sweet smile. And youโre so close to him, and heโs so handsome, and his lashes are so long and thick, his jaw so defined, his freckles so prettyโฆ
โYouโre so pretty!โ You blurt out.
Steve snorts, โAnd youโre still so fucking drunk.โ
โWhaโ?โ
โNothing. Move again.โ But this time he picks you up, repositioning you so that youโre face to face with him and straddling his crotch, and oh my! He was so hard, so, so hard! You could feel his dick poking through the denim, rubbing against your wet folds! What was even happening right now?! โBaby, this feels good huh? Moving against me like this?โ
โUhโฆ y-yeah, I guess it does.โ You answer shyly.
โGood. Then I wonโt have to repeat myself after this one last time. Move. Again.โ Quick as a wink, his hand leaves your hip, thick fingers curling around your throat instead. He speaks softly yet with authority and a hint of menace, blue eyes almost magically unblinking as he stares you down, โRub your little baby cunt all over my jeans. You might as well, since youโve already made a mess.โ
SMACK.
You squeak before your jaw drops open. Had he just spanked you? Once more, you look to the driver in the front, but he seems to be determinedly ignoring whatever was going on in the backseat.
Almost as if heโd been paid to do soโฆ
You start to move your hips, letting Steve guide you as you grind down on his clothed crotch. And fuck, it feels heavenly. Your poor clit is throbbing, so needy and desperate as you seek your pleasure, holding on to Steveโs sturdy shoulders.
โFuck yeah, youโre such a cute little slut arenโt you?โ Steve hums into your neck, his teeth grazing against your bare skin, โcanโt believe a sweet little angel with a snatch as tight and sexy as yours landed right in my lap. Well, I stole you right from under Levinsonโs nose, but thatโs not important right now, is it?โ He slaps your ass again, his other hand still wrapped around your neck. Not squeezing, just holding it, โMove harder, baby. Iโm already letting you use me for your pleasure, so you better do as I say.โ
โO-Okay, Stevie,โ you pant, not really hearing what heโs saying because the delicious friction is too much for you to handle.
He nips at the nape of your neck, that now familiar glint in his eye, โCall me daddy, sweetheart.โ
You gape at him. But you only ever called Ari daddy!
His fingers squeeze around your neck, making it exponentially harder for you to breathe. โDid you hear what I said?โ He asks smoothly.
โY-Yeah,โ you barely get the word out.
โThen say it. Say it or Iโll choke you the fuck out.โ
โDaddy!โ You squeak as he loosens his grip, gulping for air, โD-Daddy, please!โ
He smirks, leaning back against the seat as he watches you ride his crotch. You canโt stop now, it feels too good, too sexy. An yet it also almost feels like youโre doing something wrong, like youโre betraying Ariโฆ Except youโre not, youโre not, youโre not! Because Ari already had a girlfriend and it wasnโt you!
โYouโre enjoying yourself, arenโt you? Dry humping your little baby pussy on a guy youโve just met?โ Steve grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward, till his plump pink lips ghost against yours, โYou this slutty for all the frat boys, sweetie?โ
You shake your head desperately, โN-No, promise Iโm not! Iโve only ever been with one guy, ah!โ Your poor pussy feels like itโs been rubbed raw, and yet you canโt stop. Your hips are both moving off their own accord, and Steveโs still moving your body lazily on top of his, the fat outline of his dick protruding through his jeans, a wet spot of your juices on top of his crotch. โW-Well, actually, now Iโve been with two, butโoh fuck!โ
You whimper pathetically as Steve suddenly bites down on your neck, sucking against the sensitive skin till it breaks. He peppers the broken skin with kisses, and it hurts yet it feels so good. You find your hand slipping up to grab at his short hair, and instinctively youโd been expecting Ariโs long tufts because that was all you were used to. But all you can think about is Steve right now, and how good his huge body feels underneath you as you grind against it.
โAnd does it feel good, baby? Humping up against a stranger like youโre in heat?โ He licks the shell of your ear lewdly, shivers running down your spine before he suddenly thrusts upwards, catching you off-guard. Your pussy clenches, lust pumping through your veins at his words. โInnocent little baby, only ever been with two guys and yet youโre dry humping me like youโre being paid to do it.โ
He laughs wickedly, and how could he still look so angelic? The moonlight shines on his face through the window of the car, and one second heโs looking down at you mockingly, before his face morphs into one of lust and want, and he lets out a soft gasp as he grinds up against you. โFuck, youโre doing so good, baby. Making daddy feel so fuckinโ good, arenโt you?โ
โY-Yeah, daddy, oh fuck, you feel so big,โ you whimper with abandon.
Steve snorts, โIโm bigger than you could handle, sweet girl. Your cute little baby pussy would probably start crying if I tried to put my dick inside you right now.โ
His dirty talk makes you moan, and you can feel yourself growing more excited. Thatโs when he starts to fondle you, his hands everywhere on your body, squeezing and rubbing your tits through the thin material of your dress. โGod, youโre just a baby, arenโt you?โ
โN-No,โ you pant, only to earn another smack to your ass.
โDonโt fucking disagree with me,โ he hisses, blue eyes blazing before his smirk returns, โYouโre a little fuckinโ baby whoโs known me all of two seconds and yet youโre horny for my daddy dick, arenโt you? I said, arenโt you?โ
โYes, okay?! Yes!โ You cry out, your folds so insanely sensitive from rubbing and rubbing against him, and yet youโre so close. But was it just you, or had Steveโs demeanour changed. Back at the party, he was charming, funny, helpful. And now? Oh, he was still charming, and so devastatingly handsome. But there was a darkness to his angelic qualityโฆ Either that or you were imagining things.
โWhat if I pushed you down and made you ride my fuckinโ shoe instead?โ He asks, that devilish glint ever-present in his blue eyes which were dark with lust, โYouโd do it, wouldnโt you? Youโd do anything to cum.โ
โDaddy, โm so close!โ you whine like a baby, clutching his shirt hard in case he did push you to the floor. You didnโt want that at all, and you blink up at him with wide eyes, โD-Donโt push me down, daddy, please! Promise Iโll be good anโ Iโll listen to you! Wanna stay in your lap, please!โ
He blinks down at you, chiselled face softening some as he cups your face, his other hand still guiding you as you ride his thigh, โFuck, youโre cute, arenโt you?โ
But then his expression darkens once more, and he reaches down, grabbing the flimsy fabric of your dress. Thereโs a loud tearing sound and you gasp, jaw dropping as he rips the lower part of your dress clean in half. He smiles, โKeep going, baby. Daddy just wanted to see you better. And look at your baby pussy, look how cute and puffy she is. Bet youโre sore down there, huh?โ
โY-Yeah, but donโt wanna stop! So close!โ
He runs his tongue over his plump lips, โI bet you are.โ
Reaching down, he makes you gasp out loud when his fingers spread your sopping folds, and fuck, his jeans feel so fucking good now, so much better, so much rougher, oh god, oh god, oh godโฆ And thatโs when he takes complete control, grabbing your hips harder and moving you on top of him like youโre a doll. Like youโre his personal fucktoy, and heโs using you for his pleasure as he moves you back and forth on his dick, dragging you up and down on his clothed crotch while he whispers dirtily in your ear.
But itโs when he squeezes your throat again, that you feel your pussy clench doubly hard.
โYou like that, huh? Like when daddy gets rough?โ Steve chuckles darkly, before squeezing harder. Till heโs well and truly choking you, and you can feel your airway close up, and you well and truly canโt breathe, and itโs agony but itโs so delicious, and heโs dragging you all over his crotch, rutting up against you as you scramble on top of him, and you canโt breathe and youโre about to black out and, and, andโฆ
You come hard, squirting all over his crotch which was already wet from your juices. And your cream keeps on pouring out, your orgasm hitting you so hard. And thatโs when he releases your throat, like heโs given you the ability to breathe as a reward for cumming, and he rubs your back soothingly as you sob and squeak in pleasure, his voice all sweet once more, all dripping with honey as he caressed you, โyouโre such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, you did so good, baby.โ
The rest of the drive home is silent, you feeling fucked out in Steveโs lap, Steve looking smug, and the Uber driver staring straight ahead as if the debauchery that just took place in the backseat of his car had never even happened. Your legs are shaking, and you canโt believe whatโs just happened but youโre too exhausted to truly care. All you want is your bed. And sleep.
โSweetheart, I think weโre here. Is this your building?โ
โIt is,โ you say hoarsely, suddenly feeling too shy to even meet his gaze. And thereโs a part of you that feels guilty now that itโs all over, a part of you that keeps thinking about Ari and what he would think about all this. Fuck. You shake your head to clear out all those thoughts until tomorrow, โThanks for giving me a lift home, Stevie.โ
His lop-sided smile returns, almost as if the whole ordeal in the Uber had never even happened, โNo worries, baby.โ
He helps you out of the car, and your legs feel like complete jelly, but youโre thankful that you can stand upright. You feel a weight on your shoulders, suddenly noticing his varsity jacket is still on you. Blue and white, with his initials โS.G.R.โ โOh, your jacket, Stevie. Hereโโ
โYou keep it.โ He cuts you off, his eyes glittering with the reflection of the moon and stars as his lip curls upwards, โKeep it somewhere in your dorm room, somewhere where everyone can see, alright?โ
โOkay.โ You really donโt have it in you to question his weird request.
He walks you all the way to your dorm room like a perfect gentleman, waits while you rummage through your purse for your keys. Chuckles as he finds them for you and unlocks your door. Pats your ass as he pushes you inside.
But not before pressing a kiss on your cheek and murmuring a quiet, โIโll see you soon enough, baby.โ
And then heโs gone, and youโre alone. You put your phone on charge before immediately flopping down on your bed. Your aching muscles hum in satisfaction, and you feel instant relief as you kick your heels off and close your eyes. Your heart is racing โ how had you gone from being a virgin at the beginning of the year to hooking up with two guys in the same night?!
Speaking of one of the guys, your phone begins vibrating the moment it gains its battery back, and you see a flood of texts and missed calls from Ari. And you think back to how youโd feel a small sense of satisfaction and a burst of happiness every time he texted you or called you in the past.
Now, you donโt even have the energy to open his messages. It could wait till tomorrow.
You close your eyes to sleep. And you dreamt of Ari, of course you did. You dreamt of Ari a lot. But there was someone else alongside the brunet in your dreams tonight. A blonde with a charming smile and glittering eyes, the moonlight bathing him like a halo.
But you werenโt so sure if he was an angel.
AFHJSAFA OKAY! SO. What do we think??? AND YES omfg of course the second love interest was Steve! Y'all know i'm a whore for Steve and for me, he's the only one who can believably compete against THE Ari Levinson!!! I can't wait to delve into this story!!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Feedback would mean the world to me!
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summary: during your time at hogwarts, you and james dated months before he dated lily. but now, after graduation, you find yourself looking for him in every place and you have no idea heโs doing the same.
cw: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, angst(lots of it), mentions of break-ups, james and reader lore, remus being a sweetheart as always, lightly proofread, 1.8k
a/n: i donโt have much of a plan for this series, so itโs sort of just going where itโs going. if you want to suggest anything iโm open to that! but anyways, i hope you enjoy! :)
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james is miserable. the moment he heard your voice through the phone, something within him stirred. all the built-up emotions connected to you are suddenly back in the forefront of his mind. his day was going fine, it was like any normal day hanging out at remusโs apartment, having a few drinks, and discussing their jobs. just moments ago, laughs were shared, drinks were spilled, and remus and sirius went to the kitchen to clean up and grab a few replacement drinks. nothing was out of the ordinary, that is until the phone rang and james mindlessly decided to pick up.
remus has always been a little wary of other people answering the phone when visiting him, but james hadnโt known why, until now. remus didnโt want james to know that you and him were still close and remus surely didnโt want to ruin any peace you had made with the brutal ending of your and jamesโs relationship with one single phonecall. unfortununatly, due to jamesโ stupidity and obliviousness, he messed it all up.
โfinally! I thought you werenโt going to pick up,โ your voice echos through the phone, progressively getting louder as you adjust the phone within your grip. jamesโs eyebrows furrow together as he recognizes your voice, and disbelief flows through him, โyou wonโt believe who I just spoke to, sheโโ
โy/n?โ james interrupts and you stop midsentence. thereโs nothing but silence on your end of the phone for a few seconds and james thinks that youโve hung up, but youโre only momentarily frozen with shock and a rush of memories, โhello?โ
โ...james?โ you whisper delicately as if youโre testing his name on your lips after not speaking it for the past couple of years, โwhyโ what are you doing?โ you finally ask, a slight stammer in your sentence, after another few seconds of silence. your urgent question makes him grimace, knowing that you donโt want to speak to him.
โiโm with remus and sirius.โ james replies, and he mentally facepalms himself because of course heโs with his two best friends, why else would he be answering one of their apartment phones?
โoh.โ you mumble, your response barely reaching jamesโs ear through the phone.
โso, how are you?โ james finds himself asking, not wanting you to hang up just yet, but also not knowing what else to say.
โhow am I? seriously?โ you repeat, an incredulous laugh falling from your lips while you shake your head in bewilderment. james hasnโt changed a bit, still avoiding the conversation that you should be having, โiโm hanging up, james.โ
โhold onโโ james starts, his words urgent and desperate, practically pleading you to stay on the phone with him.
โdo you need something from me?โ you snap and jamesโs eyes widen with shock at your bitter tone.
โI just wanted to hear your voice again, lovely.โ james admits, the term of endearment falling from his lips before he can stop it. he grimaces again, waiting to hear your presumably just as bitter response to his comment.
โstill a charmer, i see.โ you say and james can picture you rolling your eyes through the phone, there might even be a small smile threatening to curve at the corners of your lips.
โsome things never change, I guess.โ james responds with a hopeful smile on his face. he turns around and leans against the apartment wall, getting comfortable.
โyeah, I guess they donโt.โ you agree. thereโs a small pause before james hears you take a deep breath, โiโm good. iโve been pretty good.โ you say, finally answering his question from earlier.
โyeah?โ james asks, his smile growing wider while crossing one heel over the other.
โlook, can you tell remus I called?โ you ask, hoping to end the conversation without too much damage left on your heart. jamesโs smile drops and you quickly backtrack, changing your mind about telling remus, โor maybe donโt even mention this at all. thatโs probably better.โ
โokay, yeah, I can do that.โ james nods through the phone, no traces of the smile from earlier left upon his face because of your abrupt end to the conversation.
โgoodbye james.โ you say, and james hears a hint of sadness in your tone before the click of a button, indicating that youโve hung up.
โbye.โ james whispers to himself, placing the phone back on the way, feeling defeated and confused.
now, james is stiffly seated on the couch, a frown and a look of contemplation upon his face. heโs trying hard to forget the way the two of you broke up. heโs trying to forget the way you liked it when he loosely hugged your waist from behind, the way only he could smell your sweet perfume when he kissed along your neck, and how he only knew that you hated your laugh, but whenever you did, he would tell you how beautiful it wasโyou would never believe him, but he kept doing it anyway. heโs trying to forget every little detail about you, but that took years, and somehow, a single conversation was enough to bring it all back.
โwhatโs with the face, prongs?โ sirius notices first, after he and remus come back from the kitchen, a couple more drinks in their hands.
โwhat?โ nothing.โ james says, snapping his gaze up to meet his two friends who come to sit beside him, eye watching him intently. sirius and remus share a glance, one of suspicion and one of concern and confusion.
โoh cโmon.โ sirius prys, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand, a playful smile upon his lips, โwe know you better than that.โ james sends sirius a glare, causing sirius to lean back mouth agape in reaction to jamesโs bitter expression.
โI donโt think he wants to tell us.โ remus says softly, hoping to avoid receiving the same treatment that james gave sirius. but sirius is undeterred, he crosses his arms and leans back against the couch, frustrated with jamesโs sudden attitude.
โno, no, tell us whatโs wrong.โ sirius urges, eyebrows raised, awaiting jamesโs next response.
โnothing is wrong,โ james replies, not wanting to argue, but not wanting to share his previous encounter with you on the phone, โiโm fine.โ he assures, and he watches out of the corner of his eye as remus shifts uncomfortably.
โoh ok.โ sirius rolls his eyes before leaning forward to glance at remus on the other side of james, โheโs fine, did you hear, remus? heโs fine.โ sirius repeats mockingly before scoffing quietly.
โwould you just drop it?โ james asks, raising his voice ever so slightly and turning to face his whole body toward sirius.
โI donโt think I willโโ
โstop it, you are both incredibly stubborn.โ remus interrupts, suddenly standing up, causing james and sirius to watch with shock at their friendโs actions, โI donโt know what happened in the two minutes that we were gone, but clearly something is wrong, james. but sirius you also need to know when to take a hint.โ
โsorry.โ james apologizes, hanging his head low with disappointment in himself.
โI appreciate that, but I think you should go home.โ remus suggests, gathering a few empty beer cans off the floor and placing them on the coffee table, โwe can do this another time.โ james sighs deeply before standing, walking towards the front door and grabbing his coat on his way out. when the door closes, remus turns to sirius a concerned expression resting on his face.
โis he okay?โ remus asks, and sirius scoffs, clearly offended that remus didnโt ask if he was okay first.
โhow should I know, remus?โ sirius asks bitterly, shrugging nonchalantly, as if the whole previous conversation didnโt happen, โweโre in the same boat here.โ sirius adds, referring to what little they both know about jamesโs mood shift and how they were both together when it suddenly occurred.
โdonโt do that.โ remus pleads, feeling a pang of hurt in his chest as sirius refuses to meet his gaze, โif you want to be that way, then get out.โ
sirius scoffs angrily, grabs his leather jacket and stomps out of the door. from outside the apartment james watches as he hops into his car, slams the door shut, and drives away in a flash. the feeling of guilt rushes through jamesโs chest knowing that heโs the reason for the ruined night and the upset feelings of his two best friends. james feels like his head is all messed up, not thinking straight about anything anymore. when he gets into his own car, he just sits there for a moment, thinking about all your car-involving fantasies you talked about when the two of you were together. you always said you wanted to be kissed in a car, but james never had the chance to make that wish come true. he wonders if it has now. james rests his head on the steering wheel for a split second before starting the engine and driving back to his own apartment.
when james arrives, he shrugs off his jacket and heads straight towards his bedroom. he instantly flips on the light and strides over to his dresser taking a quick glance at the framed picture of you and him neatly placed on the top. james sighs sadly before opening his drawers, digging through the miscellaneous items within, eventually finding a small stack of letters, each one addressed to him, from you. thatโs how the two of you met. he wrote a letter with the intention of giving it to lily and left it underneath a log by black lake. james planned on luring lily to his favorite spot, knowing that if he gave her the letter outright, she would find it silly, but before he could, someone else found the letter, the person being you. and you didnโt find it silly at all. you found it quite endearing, the sweet words finding home within your heart. then, you wrote a letter back, left it in the same place and somehow, james found it. that tree by the lake became your spot as the two of you continued to write to each other. but eventually you started leaving your letters elsewhere, communicating these places with each letter sent. this went on for a few months in your sixth year. you and james werenโt good friends but you were closer in your earlier years at hogwarts, so when you finally revealed yourselves to each other at the very end of the year, he instantly asked you out on a date and you said yes.
james couldโve gotten rid of these letters because they only hold memories that hurt him, but it might hurt him even more if he did get rid of them. so, he keeps choosing to hold onto them, just like he keeps holding onto you. james takes a seat on the edge of his bed and reads through each of the letters, reminding himself of the locked up memories from years ago. as he reads yours, he doesnโt know that not too far from him, youโre lying in bed, doing the exact same.
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{{Part 1}}
Miguel OโHara x Fem!Reader
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๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐: Jealous!Miguel, Miguel being bricked up.
๐๐๐ ๐ฌ: @m4dyy @going-through-shit
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: Miguel has mixed feelings towards your new boyfriend. That was until you came back with very exciting devastating news
It was another nameless evening in your shared apartment and Miguel was home alone while you were out on another date. Youโd think by now that Miguel would be used to not having his feelings reciprocated and watching another man take you away but in reality, it still shattered him.
The apartment would always feel hollow without you in it. The silence was suffocating and only amplified the aching in his chest. Each object that belonged to you in the living room triggered memories that he wishes he could forget for the night. Even if it was just for a few hours to spare his turmoil.
His line of sight bore onto the chapsticks that were perched on the counter near the front door. The same one you would use every time, just so you wouldnโt have chapped lips when you left the house. It was a mundane routine but to him, it carried the weight of countless mornings you both shared. He quickly dropped his gaze and fired up his tablet before he got too lost in his thoughts.
It was a waste of energy getting pissed off over the situation. He had already accepted that it was his fault for not saying anything sooner and for not putting his pride aside for once, just to be with you. He chose silence over vulnerability, opting to preserve the friendship and trust you shared. But that still didnโt stop the longing he felt for something he could never have now.
The front door clicked before you entered through. Miguel turned to watch you take off your shoes before you plodded your way to the couch. You plopped your handbag on the floor and slumped onto one end of the couch with the cushion sinking down with you.
Even before youโve spoken, Miguel lived with you long enough to know when something wasnโt right. He was always observant with your body language and how you would react in different situations.
You were slouching in your seat and were fidgeting with your fingers, trying to distract your troubled thoughts. The fact that you came home earlier than expected was also a big giveaway too.
It was rare that you would come home upset after going out with your boyfriend, unless there was an argument. But even then, they never left you looking like this. Something major mustโve happened between the two of you.
โRough night?โ He simply asked. He was prepared for whatever outburst you were going to have. A string of cuss words or just a whole venting session. Whatever it was, he was ready โ he would willingly take anything you would throw at him.
โYou could say that,โ was your subdued response. Miguel could already sense that this was just the beginning, the prelude to a bigger issue, like dominos waiting to tumble. It wasnโt hard for him to get you to open up, especially considering the level of trust you had for him.
โWanna talk about it?โ He offered.
You ran your hand over your face, shaking off the weight of misery before you spoke again. โI fucked upโฆlike really fucked up.โ
โOkay? Explain,โ
โWe were in bed andโฆโ For a moment, Miguel felt an instant spike of sour resentment after he heard you mention that. There were flashbacks of those memories of him alone in his room while another man was alone with you in your bed. All those nights where he could do nothing but listen from the cold confinement of his own room. โI accidentally moaned out your name.โ And instantly, he felt the bitterness disappear from him and was quickly replaced with something lighter. Relief? But he didnโt want to get his hopes up. It could just be the trick of his mind that was messing with him in the heat of the moment.
โYou what?โ Surely you didnโt just tell him that you moaned out his name. He had to make sure he heard you right.
โDonโt make me say it again Miguel,โ you hissed, he could already hear the embarrassment in your tone and you couldnโt look him in the eyes.
So he did hear you correctly.
โAlright, fine. But why the shock did you do that?โ He had to know, he didnโt want to make any premature assumptions just because his name came from your mouth in the midst of you having sex with another man. The room was heavy with silence as you left his question unanswered. โCome on, youโve already admitted something profound, so whatever your reasoning is canโt be half as badโโ
โIโm in love with youโฆokay? There I said it.โ You blurted out, like ripping out a dark secret that had been buried inside your heart for a long time. After those words finally progressed in his mind, Miguel felt like his own heart was going to lurch out of his chest. Fortunately for Miguel, he has mastered keeping a tight lid on his feelings whenever it was necessary to keep his cool exterior. He wasnโt the type of man to wear his heart on his sleeves, where anyone could easily access it.
โWhy didnโt you say anything sooner?โ He kept his tone controlled so he wouldnโt sound too happy about this situation. He couldnโt let his egotistical side show.
โWell, you always seemed soโฆI dunno, emotionally distant. I just thought youโd never like me like that...โ Your words felt life daggers that pierced his skin.
It took him this long to realise that keeping his feelings in check and hiding his raw emotions from you wasnโt going to lead him anywhere. Not only did his pride shielded him from potential opportunities, but it also rejected him from hopeful possibilities.
โYou never gave any hints that you liked me back so I forced myself to move on and find another man andโโ
โAnd yet, you still couldnโt get me out of your head?โ He interjected. The pride that was swelling in his chest was inevitable now.
โPretty much.โ
โHm, poor guy. Imagine going out on a date and your girlfriend moans out your roommates name.โ
โOkay, now youโre just milking it. Stop.โ You turned your head away from his view, covering the growing smirk that was forming on your lips with your hand. He felt relieved that he could put light into the situation and get a smile out of you. Even if his snarky tone wasnโt intentional.
โLook, I know this is a stupid question to ask but, have you ended things with him orโ?โ Miguel left the question open for you to answer. You let out a solemn sigh before you finally turned to face him and shifted a little closer.
โYeah. He didnโt take it too well and told me to leave. Itโs my fault anyways. I feel like I shouldโve said something to you sooner. I didnโt want you to find out like this.โ You explained while trying to force a smile out of your face.
Miguel felt guilt brewing in him now. None of this wouldโve happened if he just let guard down for you and confessed his feelings. Instead you got hurt by someone else.
โItโs not your fault. I shouldโve opened my eyes and seen the hints you gave from the start,โ what he meant to say was, he shouldโve just been more open with his feelings and honest from the start.
Even when there was silence that was shared between the two of you know, it still felt disturbed, like a boulder dropped in stagnant water and the ripples were whispers of unspoken secrets. Secrets that Miguel still couldnโt bring himself to admit to you. He wasnโt going to open up that easily, not without some pressure. Finally you spoke up again, breaking away the ice barrier in his heart.
โDo you hate me now?โ Your question caught him off guard and by the way you were analysing his face, he could tell that his change in expression gave away to his slip up.
โNo, I donโt. Why do you ask?โ
โBecause we agreed to live together without any romance and now that you know that I have feelings for you, itโll make things awkward.โ The last four words weigh heavily in his mind, making it harder for him to grapple with his emotions. His heart hammered in his chest and for the first time, he could feel his guarded demeanor slip.
โYou know, knowing about your feelings now does stir things up a little. But it made me realise that I value what we have too much to let something like this change things between us.โ Miguel sighed, he could feel his turmoil reaching a crescendo.
You turned and moved a little closer towards him on the couch, now being fully attentive to what he was saying. Your eyes on him felt intimidating and he felt like he was put on the spot but it was either now or never. There was no turning back.
โLook, I might have been emotionally distant and not been straightforward with my feelings but that doesnโt mean it wasnโt thereโฆโ It felt like he was exposed now.
He could still recall the times he caught him lost in the thought of you, catching glances at you from time to time, all masked by his usual nonchalant facade. Admitting his feelings felt like breaking his unspoken pact but it was a sacrifice he was willing to take if it meant telling you the truth and finally getting his chance with you.
โMiguel, what are you trying to say?โ You asked. He wasnโt surprised by the shock in your tone. Even if you have lived together, youโve never seen him being so raw with his emotions like this.
โItโs justโฆmaybe Iโve been guarding my feelings too closely. I was afraid of disrupting what weโve already built.โ With a deep sigh, Miguel dropped his gaze. There was no way he could look at you in the eyes after that. His mind was clouded with relief, anticipation and uncertainty as he mentally prepared for the various outcomes.
โMiguel, look at meโฆโ He felt his side of the couch dip from your additional weight as you turned his head to face him. โAre you trying to tell me that you feel the same?โ Your eyes scanned his face as you waited for his response. Having your face so close to his made it hard to focus and he could feel his face warming up from the close proximity.
โWasnโt it obvious enough?โ He murmured with a hint of sarcasm, subtly leaning into your touch.
โCan I kiss you? Or is that too far?โ
โYou can kiss me.โ
He finally discovered what your lips felt like against his. Something he only dreamt of for the longest time while living with you. It was hard enough being in close proximity with you waking everyday, but watching you be with someone else felt like a restraint against him.
Now he allowed himself to unravel and break away from his stoic character. He had you in his arms now and no one can take you away from him.
He felt you pulling him from his shirt, drawing him closer until you fell back on the couch with him on top of you. He continued kissing you, your lips moving against his in a passionate sync before kissing feverishly over your face and trailing down your jaw and neck. You soft sighs fanned against the skin of his neck.
He could smell a hint of your now ex-boyfriendโs cologne that was still clinging onto your clothes. The scent alone intensified the urge to rip off your clothes. He wanted to remove any traces of your ex that still lingered on you.
But even with the scent that was pestering him, he could still feel his cock pressing painfully under his pants like clockwork.
He could tell you felt it too, the way he was pressed so close against you. Your eyes shot up in surprise before you tried to take a peak at where his crotch was. Miguel pulled himself away from you to see the predicament that was bulging under his pants.
He groaned at himself in frustration. Things were going well between the two of you and his dick had a mind of its own in the situation. Even if he did want nothing more than to be buried deep inside of you right now, he didnโt want to do anything at the expense of your comfort and his dignity.
He didnโt want to move things too fast if it meant scaring you away. What he didnโt expect, however, was to see you lean closer towards him, hands hovering over his pants.
Watching you made his cock twitch in anticipation and he could feel the sweat beads forming on his face. He didnโt know what was going through your mind right now, which didnโt help with his nerves.
โMiguel?โ you looked up at him, a hint of something reflected in your eyes. He couldnโt tell if it was disgust or curiosity.
โWe donโt have to do anything if you donโt want to.โ Miguel quickly reassured you.
His eyes were still fixated to your hand that was hovering over his pants before lightly brushing over his clothed erection. The minimal touch caused an involuntary groan to erupt from his throat along with his quickened heartbeat.
โI do want this Miguel,โ you confessed, taking a deep breath before you continued โโฆbut could we not do this on the couch?โ
He had to laugh at your suggestion, even though he completely agreed with you. No matter how desperate he was to feel you right at this moment, he was still conscious about making a mess on the couch.
Even if he was going to clean himself up, it was still a little unsettling fucking on a piece of furniture that a lot of your guests would sit on.
He pulled himself away from you and scooped you up in your arms. He grunted lowly from the effort but he knew he could carry you with ease. Your breathy giggles brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck as he carried you to his room.
It was going to be a heavy night.
Part 3 ๐๐
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เญจเญงโ ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐. ( charles leclerc )
๊ โ youโre reading part two โฟ part one โฟ part three
โง.* pairingsย โ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader
โง.* genreย โ social media au โจพ fluff & chaotic
โง.* summaryย โ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.
โง.* face claimย โ suki waterhouse
โง.* warningsย โ some suggestive jokes, other than that this is just as chaotic as the first part
โง.* milyโs thoughtsย โ part three is coming soon! hope you enjoy mwah <3
หห โถ IMESSAGE โ w/ charles <3 . โง ห
y/n: hey charles i really donโt want to be a bother but i quickly wanted to apologize for the insta post that was made about us a few hours ago!
charles <3: Hey, donโt worry, youโre not a bother! :) And I donโt really care about the post.
y/n: wait
y/n: you donโt care?
charles <3: Nope, I thought the whole flirting thing (the comments etc) was just a joke between friends, yk. At first I was a little confused, to be honest, since we don't usually joke like that, but I figured it was just the way you interact with people you feel more comfortable with!
[ seen 1:29pm ]
หห โถ IMESSAGE โ w/ princess george . โง ห
y/n: iโm so scared
princess george: WHAT DID HE SAY
y/n: he thinks it was a flirty joke between friends
princess george: HUH? So I did all that painfully obvious flirting for nothing๐
y/n: AHA
y/n: SO YOU DID DO ALL THESE THINGS TO GET ME TO CONFESS TO CHARLES.
princess george: Someone had to do it! I'm sick of watching you guys literally be in love with the other and still claim to be "just friends" ๐ค
y/n:๐งโโ๏ธ
y/n: that isnโt the point now
y/n: the point is WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
princess george: YOU HAVENT REPLY YET??
y/n: NO I LEFT HIM ON READ BC I PANICKED IDK
princess george: i'm going to have to call carmen to give you some girly advice if you don't start getting bold๐
y/n: OKAYOKAY BUT WHAT SHOULD I SAY
y/n: HURRY UP HES BEEN ON SEEN FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW
princess george: IDK ASK GOOGLE
y/n: GEORGE WTF
princess george: DONT โGEORGE WTFโ ME! YOU KNOW I DONT WORK WELL UNDER PEER PRESSURE
y/n: youโre a racing driver๐
princess george: your point?
[ seen 1:37pm ]
princess george: hello???
[ seen 1:38pm ]
y/n: I ASKED GOOGLE LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO AND THEY DIDNT DO SHIT
y/n: they had the audacity to correct me too
princess george: ๐๐
[ seen 1:40pm ]
หห โถ IMESSAGE โ w/ charles <3 . โง ห
y/n: you think it was a joke?
charles <3: Well yeah
charles <3 I mean
charles <3: It couldnโt have been anything more
y/n: what if it was tho?
y/n: hypothetical ofc!!!!
charles <3: Well I honestly donโt know
charles <3: If we are speaking hypothetically, I think I would be flattered.
y/n: and if we arenโt speaking hypothetically?
charles <3: Then I would probably still feel flattered.
charles <3: Y/n? Hello?
y/n: SORRY MY PHONE FELL DOWN
charles <3: LMAO
charles <3: Does that mean those flirty jokes werenโt just jokes?
y/n: well.. to me, theyโre not jokes, but iโm not the one who made them. i wasnโt supposed to tell you yet but iโm getting sick of george so idc
y/n: i lost a bet to him and had to hand over my main social media accounts for 24 hours, meaning all the comments/posts you saw from my main accounts were made by george๐ญ
charles <3: That explains why I saw your private accounts constantly fight with your main accounts in random comment sections๐
y/n: yeah he was really messing with me
y/n: iโve gotten lots of angry mails from my pr team
charles <3: I can imagine๐ญ It's only fair that you get back at him.
y/n: oh absolutely.
charles <3: Can I ask a question though?
y/n: sure!
charles <3: Is your newest single actually about me?
y/n: yes it is. iโm sorry you have to find out like this but i really like you, like a lot. iโve liked you for a while now but i was too scared to talk to you about it because i thought you donโt feel the same.
charles <3: Thatโs not true
charles <3: I actually do feel the same, and I literally had the same dilemma!
y/n: WHAT
y/n: YOU ALSO LIKE ME??
charles <3: YES!! I really like you :)
y/n: SINCE WHEN
charles <3: Probably since the day I first met you
y/n: no way i thought you hated me back then๐
charles <3: No donโt worry I didnโt๐ญ My brother Arthur said I always have this certain look to myself when I meet new people. He said I tend to look a little โoffโ when Iโm overwhelmed, so that was probably it lol
y/n: oh yeah, george said the same about you
charles <3: Aha very nice of him๐
charles <3: Btw I donโt want to make you uncomfortable by asking this, but what are we now? Iโm just a little confused
y/n: how about we take it slow and start going on little dates? like trying this whole thing out and seeing if we can actually be more than friends.
charles <3: I had the same in mind :)
charles <3: And George still has control over your main accounts?
y/n: yep for the next 2-3 hours :โ)
charles <3: alright, ready to get back at him?
y/n: ABSOLUTELY
[ seen 1:59pm ]
หห โถ IMESSAGE โ w/ princess george . โง ห
princess george: Y/N DID HE REPLY YET?
[ sent 1:43pm ]
princess george: Y/N?
princess charles: HELLOOOO
[ sent 1:44pm ]
princess george: CMON I CAN SEE YOURE ONLINE
[ sent 1:46pm ]
princess george: DONT BE SO CRUEL
princess george: PLEASEEE
princess george: I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID
[ sent 1:50pm ]
princess george: UGH fine
princess george: Guess my finger slipped again๐๐๐
[ sent 1:55pm ]
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