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mrcavill88 · 1 year

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Despondency turned rapture

Pairing: Stepdad Andy Barber x Stepson Male reader

Summary: A recent family passing took a deep toll on you. Never have you ever felt so isolated from humanity. The only thing keeping you going are the lewd activities between you and your stepfather

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: 18+, ANGST, mentions of death, SMUT, age gap (reader just turned 18, Andy is 42) drunk Andy, reader is a stoner, intimacy in the shower, Dom Andy, deep kissing, skin biting, stripping, spanking, fingering, prostate orgasm, oral sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, cum control, breeding, cuddling

A/N: Hey everyone thanks for all your support lately. This is my first Steve only fic, hope you enjoy! (If you have any questions/requests, feel free to ask me in my bio;)

You're not quite sure how your life crumbled apart so easily. One moment you're frolicking in the park with your beloved mother and stepfather, then you're hyperventilating in a hospital hoping your mother's life could see another day.

*FLASHBACK 6 MONTHS*

"Mom! P-please *sniffle* please stay with me!" you pled as you tightly gripped your mothers hand, her body laying near lifeless on the hospital bed. "Sir! Why are you in the room? Your mother is in a fragile state I understand your pain but you need to exit immediately!" the frantic doctor yelled as he tried to pry you from your mother.

"Get the hell off me!" you yelled as you shoved the doctor into the concrete wall. "Mom! Mom! Answer me!" you cried as tears stained your cheeks, feeling helpless as your mother remains unresponsive.

And then it came

The longest, most heartbreaking beep you've ever heard in your whole life. The beep that signified the death of your mother. You fell to your knees as you've just accepted what reality has become, a reality without your mother.

"Y/N! What happened? Is she okay?" your stepdad Andy panicked as he rushed over to you, seeing your mother. "N-no, NO! NO!" Andy screamed as he hugged your body tightly, in grievance of your dead mother. Both of you sat on the floor, drowned in tears as you've both lost the dearest person in your lives.

The trip out of the hospital was one that wasn't that long, but for you and Andy? It was a million years. It took a host of angels to get you out of that hospital, several doctors needed to escort you out of the hospital room. That day, a part of you was never the same, you became an incomplete puzzle with a forever missing piece.

*FLASHFORWARD TO PRESENT*

You sit in your bed, still grieving your dear mothers death. A mountain of disposables piling up in the corner of the room, making the room reek of weed. A deep and scratchy exhale left your mouth as you continue to sit in your room, refusing to leave your domain. It seems like years since you've spoken to anyone,

Well, almost anyone

The only trustworthy person in your life? Your stepdad Andy. You two have always had a close relationship, you both understood each other on a level no one else (besides your mother) could. But little did each of you know, the deep feelings you both felt for each other. I mean, how could one resist Andy? His beautiful blue eyes that dilated each time he saw you, his broad figure and chiseled muscles, his structured face and sexy beard. You knew it was wrong, especially after your mothers death, but it was something out of your control.

"Y-Y/N! G-get your ass o-over h-here!" he yelled, slurring his words amid his recent alcohol addiction. You slumped off your bed and walked over to Andy's bedroom, the unpleasant aroma of alcohol filled the room as you shut the door; bottles upon bottles of beer stacked in his closet.

"Y/N, y-you better s-stop sm-smoking, i-it'll kill you. If I f-find one more goddamn c-cart in the t-trash, I-I'm whooping your ass. Understand?" he said, barely able to connect his words together. "You think y-you can talk? It smells like shit in here, I don't know how you keep all those muscles and that jawline when all you do is drink all the fucking time! Give it a fucking break already!" you yelled, right before a thick hand smacked your cheek, you held your face.

Andy grabbed your face yelling, "You speak t-to me like t-that again? I'll fucking k-kill you, understand?" squeezing your face. You nodded as tears formed and fell down your face. You ran out of Andy's room, into your room, slamming the door, staying there for what seemed like an eternity, but was only 2 days.

*FLASHFORWARD 2 DAYS LATER*

A light knock on the door awakened your seemingly endless slumber. You stood up, feeling sticky and extremely hungry, and dragged your body towards the door and opened it to a surprisingly healthy Andy, who didn't smell.

"Hey y/n, I know you probably want to talk to me but, I'm really concerned about you. You haven't left your room in ages and your mothers death (tears up) left its toll on both of us, but I know she wants us to find happiness in our lives. So please, would you come out? Maybe we could spend some time together?" he asked, caressing the cheek that he slapped the other day.

You gave him a blank expression, still feeling a little scared of Andy after what happened yesterday. "Fine". You finally walked out of your room, the sunshine blinding you as you sit down on the couch.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up. Honey, can you please take a shower?" Andy asked, his cute nickname for you leaving you a little bit surprised. You reluctantly entered the bathroom, it seems like an eternity since you last entered it. You undressed yourself and turned on the hot water, waiting for steam to accumulate before you entered. The hot water dampening your soft skin as you cleanse yourself for the first time since your mothers death. As you were washing your hair, you noticed the bathroom door slowly creaked open. The feeling of curiosity and anxiety filled you as you waited for someone to show up.

"Y/N? Can I come in?" Andy asked, as the door was still slightly ajar.

"Come in"

Andy walked in with a white tank top that perfectly illustrated his large biceps and broad shoulders, and, it got hard, and, it seemed that he realized this. He walked over to the shower and opened the door

"Hey! Get out! I need some privacy!" you yelled as you covered your private parts, slightly blushing. "Oh I'm sorry, lemme just close this" Andy said as he seductively slapped your ass, causing you to jolt and moan a little. "GET OUT!" you yelled, clearly aggravated, little did he know a little turned on as well. He left before you finished your shower, you turned off the water, dried yourself off and put on a tight little black tank top and some shorts.

You walked out and approached Andy in the living room, still a little surprised at what he did in the bathroom. "H-hey Andy, sorry I got mad at you there" you chuckled. "Oh it's all good Y/N, in the end, that was my bad. Come sit with me, the patriots are on right now" he said to you, bringing you over to the couch, sitting you next to him.

Oh God

You were feeling things you never felt before, things you shouldn't be feeling, he was your... stepdad. This was wrong, you couldn't help but feel butterflies race around your stomach, your body temperature rising as Andy got closer and more touchy with you.

"So Y/N, you like football?" he asked you, wrapping his muscular arm around your shoulder. You didn't answer him; you couldn't even think straight you were going crazy, sweat accumulating on your forehead.

"Y/N? Why so silent?"

"S-sorry I'm just-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before you found the six foot one man hands all over you, pinning you to the couch.

"H-hey! What're you doing!" you whined out as he got closer and closer to your face. "Oh Y/N, sweet innocent Y/N, I know you like me, in fact, you love me." he said, tightening his grip on you as he was practically an inch away from your face. "N-no Andy, this is wrong! You're my stepdad! What would mom think?" "Y/N, at a certain time, you have to move on, your mother was an amazing person, she would want us to be happy right?"

You shrugged your shoulders in response before Andy's lips crashed onto yours, your tongues twisting together, fighting for dominance; you lost. "Mm baby I've been waiting years for this, you don't understand how hard I'm gonna fuck you" he huffed as he continued kissing you, moving onto your neck. "Fuck, daddy" you moaned.

"Mm, daddy huh? I like that name, you only address me as that now, understand?" You whimpered in response as Andy started biting and sucking on your neck. Moans and whines leaving your mouth as your own stepfather was leaving hickeys on your baby soft skin.

When he was finished with you, you were a moaning and whining mess, breathing in and out at a rapid pace as Andy's eyes starting filling with something, insurmountable lust. "Strip for daddy" he commanded as he put you on your knees. You slowly removed your clothing unveiling your beautiful and slim frame.

Andy stared at your angelic figure, completely awestruck by the beauty that stand before him. He grabbed onto your shoulders and started sucking on your skin again. "Mm fuck baby! You taste as good as you look, you're gonna feel so good with me inside you!"

"Mm, fuck me daddy!" you moaned as the bearded man vigorously bit and licked your skin. He grabbed your body and placed your moaning figure over his lap; you knew exactly what part was next. He squeezed and fondled your cheeks, praising them before his hands gripped them firmly.

"Count"

"o-one" *SMACK* his hand swiftly cuffed your right cheek, causing you to wince in pain, and a wee bit of pleasure.

"two" *SMACK* he smacked your left cheek with even more force, causing you to scream as a tear leaked from your eye.

Said smack became 5 smacks, then 15, then 30. At 31, your ass cheeks were tinted red and tears stained your cheeks as your stepdad had just smacked the hell out of your ass.

"Oh baby, don't cry. Daddy is so proud of you, and he thinks it's time for your reward, baby. Come on, open up"

You aversely spread your legs open, leaning up on the couch you were sitting on. Right then and there, Andy slowly inserted his thick fingers into your tight and tiny hole. He used his spit as a lubricant to make the trip nice and smooth, causing moans and whines to constantly leave your mouth.

"Daddy! Ugh! Fuck daddy! That feels so good!" you whined as his fingers went in and out of your hole.

"Oh baby I love to hear you moan, it's like music to my ears. Now, this might hurt, just sit still ok sweetie?" he kindly said as he started finger fucking you with multiple fingers. Your moans started becoming screams as the feeling of pleasure, pain, and discomfort consumed your body.

"D-daddy! I c-can't take it anymore! I'm g-gonna cum!" you whined as you could feel your cock twitch uncontrollably, completely wet with pre-cum.

"Oh no you don't" he said cupping your cock in his other hand, making you even more horny. "Daddy can't have you cumming yet, I know you can do it, be a good boy for daddy". At this point, you were practically walking on strings, shear milliseconds away from shooting your load.

Andy finally released his fingers from you, sucking on them. "Delicious. Oh baby, you're such a determined little boy, thank you for not cumming, daddy appreciates it! Now, get on your knees baby, daddy needs to unload a little". You were still a little weak from Andy finger fucking you, but you got on your knees as Andy unleashed his meat. You've been picked down by many, but nothing surmounted Andy's cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and insanely thick. You licked his bitter tip, causing him to groan out, before you started sucking his dick.

It didn't take much before you started gagging, your drool spilling from your mouth as Andys dick invaded every corner of your mouth. "T-take it easy b-baby. Oh fuck! Baby you look so good around my dick like this!" He started to thrust into your face, you almost fell back at his aggression. The sound of moans filled the room as Andy could feel himself getting close. Noticing this, you started moaning and whining on his dick, sending vibrations up his dick. "F-fuck baby" he moaned as he shot his thick and warm cum into your mouth, filling your mouth with his baby batter.

"Oh baby you did so well! Now, it's time for the grand finale! Come on baby, face down, ass up"

You stood crawled up on the couch and did as he asked, face down, ass up, your hole still lubricated after Andy's fingers violated it. "This is a very special memory Y/N, let's make the most of it. Alright?" he softly said before he violently thrusted his cock in your hole, going in and out aggressively.

"Daddy! Ugh! I love your cock so much daddy!" you whined as his meat was invading every bit of your insides. His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second as the pleasure he felt weakened his knees.

That's when it happened

His dick thrusted into your prostate causing you to go crazy, cock twitching uncontrollably as cum shot from your cock onto the couch, practically painting a section white. "B-baby, I-I'm close, y-you're doing so well" Andy groaned as he was once again close from summing, this time inside you.

"I love you daddy!" you screamed as your legs started to wobble. At those words, Andy lost it. His cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum into your velvety walls, painting them white. You both collapsed on the couch, completely drowned in pleasure after having sex the best sex of your lives. You crawled up onto Andy's muscles, cuddling up against him.

"I love you" you said before you lightly kissed his lips

"I love you too Y/N" he huffed before you both fell asleep in each others arms

THE END

Thanks for reading:)

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gutterfuuck · 5 months

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🌿heyyyy so.. this is probably Kind of out of your comfort zone but could we get some subby mark ? Bats Eyelashes

not at all out of my zone, i will call you leafie anon! if you do not like, as always you can let me know!! just a heads up for future asks/anons: if i am uncomfortable with an ask, i will tell you! but do not be discouraged, i will tell you what i am not comfy with and if you like, you can change. if not, that is fine.

gn!reader (i’m 99% sure), nsfw, mdni, footjob (not really foot fetish), dacryphilia, mark gets nose bleeds when he’s super turned on i don’t make the rules, edging, begging, dick slapping, lmk if anything is missed!!

mark who sits with his knees spread open on the floor below you, his cheek nuzzling against your thigh as you slid your foot up and down his slick cock, precum staining your cotton stockings. he’d be drooling, staring up at you through his eyebrows. “ghgn..-“ he’d wine, your foot pressing down on his crotch before you’d get back to stroking it up and down again, rubbing his leaky cockhead with the heel of your foot.

mark with his eyes covered, vision obscured by a tie that you had found in his closet, his hands bound together with your t-shirt. his toned thighs would flex as you jerked his cock up and down, stopping just as he twitched, “pleasee just lemme cum… y/n, don’t be so meaaan..-“ he’d choke out, your grip loosening when he tried to get more friction by bucking his hips forwards. you’d only tut at him, your hand lightly slapping his dick, mark’s head lolling back with a deep and hearty moan that made you squeeze your thighs together.

mark with his mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tightly, trying not to move inside of you as you had instructed him. you could tell that he was struggling, whenever his eyes would open to peek down at how you swallowed up his cock inside of you his eyes would roll behind his eyelids, “o-oh jesus..” he’d hiss, your small hand wrapping around his strong neck, fingers pressing into either sides of his windpipe. “holy- f-fuckkk..” mark would stutter, almost painting your insides right then and there.

mark who takes you to get your nails done almost every weekend, so he can feel you scratch up his back when he’s fucking into you, balls slapping against your ass rhythmically while mark whispered little “thank you”’s into your ear, tears wetting his eyelashes when he was sure that you had made his back bleed. he was kind of a masochist, you had to be if you were a hero. you’re being beaten up 24/7, you might as well as make the most out of it.

mark gets nosebleeds when his head is in your lap, suckling on your tits as one of your hands strokes through his inky black locks, your other hand milking his cock, taking enjoyment in the way that his whole body twitched and he couldn’t help but bite down on your nipple when you squeezed him around the base firmly, tilting his head and body up so he could kiss your lips. he was so cute like this, looked so fucked out and defeated. just for you.

bonus—!

puppyboy!mark in heat who loses his mind when you let him mount you, your hand tightly gripping his leash that was around his neck, holding your hips and stretching out your tight walls, his mind foggy as he babbled incoherently; “‘m a g-good boy, right..? i’ve been good- p-please lemme cum inside— oh, oh god, haah~ pleaseplease ill do anything, just let me pump you full of my pups..!” and how could you resist him, his drool leaking out of his mouth and wetting the back of your nape, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted heavily, messy thrusts becoming messier and messier.

#💬 sparkie is typing…#💬🌿leafie anon is typing…#mark grayson x reader #dark blog #mark grayson smut #invincible x reader #dom reader #sub charcater #sub mark grayson #invincible smut

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creepswrites · 1 year

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Billy loomis x reader where she’s a very introverted person and it kind of messes up his plans at the party that night everything went down

i tend to write billy a very specific way, which is why i haven't written very much for him, but i hope you enjoy this! he's very interesting to write for! mayb in the future i'll do a story and touch on his mind more, we'll see

BILLY LOOMIS with a F! S/O who is very introverted

“Dude, when’s she gettin’ outta here?” Stu whisper-yelled at Billy, jerking his thumb over in your direction. “We gotta get a move on and you said she’d be gone by now?”

“I know, I know,” Billy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew bringing you along to the party would make his plans with Stu far more complicated than necessary, but it would look bad showing up without you. He cared about you - shockingly, after all he wasn’t exactly fond of most people - and he didn’t want you getting roped into his shit.

He wanted you to go home with some group of girls who left earlier but you had been too terrified to ask them for a ride. So, there you sat in the kitchen, sipping on a vodka lemonade without a care in the world, blissfully oblivious to your boyfriend’s plot to murder.

Billy sighed, turning his head to look at Stu. The two were sat on a couch as Randy talked about some horror movie to the remain few guests. Of course, soon word would reach them about their dead principal and Billy had no doubt they’d take off to go see. This had all been planned meticulously for months in advance.

He knew it wasn’t your fault for screwing it up. You didn’t know, that was the whole point. Problem was how to get you out. “Is Tatum still… around?” Billy asked Stu with a hard look.

Stu blinked once. Twice. “Dude I told you, I didn’t want anything happenin’ to her.” His voice was low. “If you want her gone, dude, that’s on y-“

“No, no, I mean,” Billy huffed, “if she’s still here, maybe she can take my girl home. Two birds, one stone, ya feel?”

Realization dawned on Stu’s face. “Oh, yeah, I getcha! I’ll go find her.” He stood with a dramatic flair, attracting Randy’s attention. “I’ll be right back~” He said, walking backwards towards the stairs, earning laughs from the people around the couch.

Billy just smirked to himself and focused on his red solo cup. Coca Cola wasn’t his favorite but he needed to blend in. As he took a drink, you slipped into Stu’s place. Dark eyes followed your movement as you snuggled closer. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Now, very few people knew Billy beneath his surface level. His real thoughts and feelings. Stu knew more than most people but no one had ever seen him completely. It made him feel safer. Like his disguise was working. Dating Sydney had been a welcome distraction, another piece of his plan perfectly in place. So her dumping him hadn’t been expected.

Finding you wasn’t either. But he was attracted to something about you. Something in his gut that told him he might be able to trust you with his darkness. Let you in on his and Stu’s work one day, when you could all look back on tonight as just a faint memory.

Not now though. Right now, he needed to protect you.

While he’d planned on killing Tatum for a nice, clean finish, Stu had been resistant to the idea. Your very presence may have just spared her from any involvement. Stu liked her and didn’t want to hurt her but, unlike Billy, he was aware he might have to cut his losses.

Your introverted nature may have given Tatum a chance to walk away.

“You okay, doll?” Billy asked you softly, curling an arm around your shoulder.

You slid more into his side, scrunching your face up slightly. “I’m… not a big party person.”

He chuckled, a warm sound he had practiced. “I know. It’s why I’m glad you came with me. I- I know its really outta your comfort zone, but I appreciate you coming with me.” Billy kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there. “Next date, you can pick.”

A soft giggle from you made him smirk. “Is this a date?” You teased, tracing odd patterns on his jeans. “Odd date for an odd guy, hm?”

Oh, if only you knew.

Stu smacked his hands down on the back of the leather couch, making you jump and making Billy shoot him an annoyed look. “Hey, uh, Billy?” Stu bit at his lip nervously, Tatum looking clearly worried over his shoulder. "Sydney's upstairs getting sick in the bathroom."

Billy frowned, scanning Stu's face and noting the ghost of a smile there. While he'd broken up with Sydney weeks ago, they still needed her for the final act. So they'd slipped her something that'd make her throw up but not do any real damage to her. A last minute adjustment to the plan but, sometimes, Stu had good ideas.

Quickly, Billy put on a face of alarm. "Oh shit, did something happen?

Stu shrugged. "Hard to say. Think she might need some help."

Tatum gagged lightly. "I love Syd, but no way. That's gross. I just wanna go home."

"Aww, not stayin' the night?" Stu teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. He kissed her temple as she looked at you.

You and Tatum got along fairly well. Being girlfriends of two best friends meant you two would have an easier time getting along versus hating each other. Besides, Tatum knew it wasn't your fault Syd was paranoid and broke up with Billy.

"Would you mind driving her home for me, Tatum?" Billy asked softly, brushing hair back behind your ear. "I should make sure Syd gets home alright and I don't wanna leave you here alone." Billy kissed your forehead softly.

You frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping."

Billy smiled at you, his perfectly practiced smile reassuring you. "I'm sure. I was gonna leave anyways. How 'bout I head over to your place after I help out Syd?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You blushed as Stu giggled obnoxiously, him and Tatum gagging over the two of you. As if they weren't the king and queen of disgusting couples things.

Tatum took your arm and dragged you off the couch and towards the door. "You better make sure Syd gets home safe." She pointed a delicately painted nail at Billy and Stu.

Billy held up his hands placatingly. "So long as you get my girl home safe. Deal?"

Stu laughed and Tatum rolled her eyes, hooking elbows with you as the two of you marched out of the house. You liked Tatum, since she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and always defended you. She, of course, made sure you got home safe and sound. When you'd finally gotten home, you took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell into bed.

You didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep until you woke up to the sun's harsh rays beaming down on your eyes from your bedroom window. A pang of concern came over you when you realized Billy hadn't come over.

Quietly, you padded down the stairs and saw your mother and father's eyes glued to the television. It looked like whatever had their attention had interrupted your dad heading to work and your mom from cooking breakfast. As you stepped closer to ask what was wrong, you heard the newscaster's voice.

"...police confirmed the killer to be Neil Prescott who broke into the house and killed five people - including his daughter Sydney - and then himself. The only two survivors were Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, whom authorities say are currently hospitalized due to injuries."

You stopped listening, adrenaline coursing through you and your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. Oh god, Sydney's dad killed all those people? His own daughter? You bolted for the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas as you made your way to your car. The hospital would no doubt be open, you thought as you backed out of the driveway.

All you could think of was that you needed to see if Billy was okay.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #stu macher #tatum riley #she's here for like. two minutes.

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chaepink · 2 years

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Behind closed doors | sub!iida tenya

wc: 620+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, pegging, degradation, mean!reader, mommy kink, praising, rough sex, crying, riding, sucking on iida's man tits <3

note : this header doesnt fit the others I use but whatever it was the best I could find

3RD time posting cause the tags didn't work

"Hey bitch face. Out to scold me again for being improper?" Lida sneers as he turns around to greet you. He was used to hearing your voice now, for better or worse.

"I always do that anyways yet you never listen." You smirk at his furrowed eyebrows and the frown on his face. It's so easy to rile him up and you rather enjoy it.

Although the hallways are crowded, nobody pays attention to you two. They're all used to it already. The fights, the arguments, and the death stares and insults you two throw at each other daily in the hallways. Some even joke that there's some obvious sexual tension between you two. But it's not like Mr. Perfect and you would ever fuck right?

"M-mommy please!" Multiple begs and pleas escape the boy's mouth as you watch him crumble on top of you. He's been bouncing on your strap like a good boy for a while now but hasn't stopped for one second. His hair is all messed up from your hands grabbing and pulling it and his glasses are no where to be seen. "Please please please please-"

"Not yet baby, you've been a brat today, haven't you? Even insulted my hero costume," you tsk. "I thought you liked it?"

You see tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to form words. "I'm s-sorry mommy! I didn't mean it! I swear!" You watch as his strong legs go up and down and as his ass swallows up the plastic dick easily, almost as if it was greedy for more and more. You grab onto his thighs and pull him closer to you, making Lida fuck the toy at a whole new angle. He lets out a girlish squeal from the sudden pleasure as his eyes roll back to his skull.

"Ah! Mommy that feels- ah! So good..."

"Yeah baby? Feels good being fucked on mommy's cock, right? Being such a good cockslut for me. I like it better when you behave."

He nods dumbly at you. The praises mixed with the degradation are overwhelming his mind. His thighs are hurting from the constant jumping and his cock is hurting from not being able to cum. Though he's not going to disobey you by stopping and cumming without permission! He's a good boy for you! He swears!

"How about you thank me? Go ahead and prove that you're thankful that mommy is fucking you so good."

"T-Thank you mommy- ah! f-for fucking me!" A grin spreads across your face. There he was, your good boy. No longer is the brat from before there anymore.

Noticing his hard nipples are being left out, you latch onto one of them, earning a mewl from the boy. You suck it and bite it harshly before letting go and doing the same to the other nipple. Leaning back, you admire your work. Red bite marks circle both nipples and they look like they're not going to go away soon.

You grab your phone from the nearby table and immediately take a few pictures of him, not forgetting to include his fucked out face and hard cock in it. He just looked too good, how could you resist?

You look at the pictures and laugh, making the poor boy whimper from embarrassment. While some pictures are blurry because he's jumping up and down, you surprisingly get a few that look really good.

"Oh my god you look fucked dumb, baby! Wish I could show everyone but you're mine, yeah? Can't have anyone else seeing you like this, only me." He whines at your possessiveness as you put away your phone and grab his hips with a bruising grip.

"O-only you, mommy.."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Beel A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (6 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

You only went into the kitchen for a snack & you somehow ended up pushed against the counter with Beel dry humping your ass. Still, the gentle(?) giant wouldn't let go of the devil croissant in his mouth & managed to swallow it with another bite. "Mmph. Sorry. C-couldn't resist." You moaned as you felt his cock twitch against you, desperately wanting more. His arms were wrapped easily around your waist. "C-can I?" He asks as he continues grinding & a hand slipped to reach for your waistband. "Beel what if someone walks in!" You whined yet still pushing up against him. He swiftly pulled your bottoms down, "...it'll be really quick."

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

You're always going to cum first about 90% of the time. The only exception really being if you decide to just give him a blowjob. Anyway Beel's a giver, he loves to eat, we know this already! He could stay eating you out for hoursss. He's the type to say thank you & ask for more when you cum on his tongue. He tells you how delicious you taste.❤️ Now if he's cumming, you know by the sudden gasp and low groan he always does, always pushing himself as deep as he can go & you always eagerly await the big load this giant gives you. :3

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

He doesn't really feel one way or another about it, he's just a big teddy bear that loves to make love with you.🙂 Of course the few sounds you do make when he stuffs his massive cock in you does turn him on, he prefers to see the pretty sexy faces you make as he fucks you senseless. ^^

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Beel has his moments & he can be blunt. If you're dating, he'll tell you & ask, respectfully, if you want to fuck lol. If you're not together quite yet... well, he's going to be a little clingy & you'll notice him smelling you a lot more often like some tasty snack he can't wait to have. He'll have a flushed face & somehow eat more than he already does until something is finally done about it.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

He's not too picky & usually finds whatever is on the first page or two of a porn site. Sometimes he will look at food porn but tbh it's a lot more distracting & he always ends up feeling hungry after it. He doesn't really watch it that often & prefers to imagine his own little scenarios in his head.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

tags: biting, breeding He's a biter, he loves to mark you in so many ways. Some are soft bites & others are harder love bites. He loves to leave his scent on you!!! Also sorry if he does get just a little rough, he can't help it when you look so small, all he wants to do is breed you. He loves doggy & the mating press, please let him go wild with you ♡

#obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me beelzebub headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub x you #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beel #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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willtheweaver · 3 months

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Alpha-write

Thanks @agirlandherquill this sure does look interesting

Rules: For every letter of the alphabet, comprise a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

A- “All systems go. Let’s she what this new ship can do.”

B- Barely anything was standing on the planet’s surface. All around were huge craters and mountains of crumbled rock and dust. What water there was was as corrosive as hydrochloric acid. What kind of weapons could do this, and what kind of people would turn such tools of death on themselves?

C- Candles, beeswax, 50 count, the label said. So why was the box so heavy?

D- “Don’t move!” I stopped when I heard those words. Fearfully, I looked down at feet. One of them was right on top of a rune trap that was concealed in the leaf litter.

E- Everywhere was the sickly sweet smell of death.

F- Faith shall ne’re forsake me, when iron proves as feeble as flesh.

G- “Goblins can’t resist shiny stuff, you said!”

“Well if you weren’t a cheapskate and put some of your jewelry in the trap, we would have caught him!”

H- “Hake, extra crispy. Chips with salt and vinegar, extra curry sauce on the side. What does it all mean?”

“I believe that is his Friday takeaway order.”

I- Inside was totally different. Whereas the exterior was a grey and austere cube, the interior of the building was bright and decorated to the point of being gaudy and over the top.

J- Just lost contact with the rearguard. Radar has picked something up. It’s—[remainder of transmission incomprehensible] /end recording.

K- Kelp! If I could just make it…

L- “Ladies and gentlemen, remain cool, this is a robbery! Handover all of your valuables and no one—hey! You with the Nickleback shirt! That is not cool!”

M- “Must I remind you that it was your idea to drill holes in the bottom of the ship?”

N- “No man is more accursed than he who violates the sacred law of hospitality.”

O- “Open the door!”

“No.”

P- “Purple was never my color anyways.”

Q- Quiet. No wind, no sound of birds. Nothing.

R- Rust covered the steel beams and rebar sticking out of the cracking and failing concrete.

S- “Single malt, aged twelve years, heavy smoke with hints of seaweed. This was distilled in Islay.”

T- The order came up. Three shots espresso, ten ounces 2% steamed for exactly eighteen seconds, one pump vanilla, three caramel, one chocolate hazelnut, and the foam has to be cold and not mix with the coffee. WTF!?? I wanted to quit them and now.

U- Union pamphlets were everywhere. No doubt about it. Their meeting place had been found.

V- “Velocity is still over 5000 kph! We’ll burn up in the atmosphere unless we find some way of slowing down!”

W- “We’re with Witness Protection. You are in grave danger.”

“Me? I’m just an ordinary person!”

X- “X-rays can’t go through lead!”

Y- “You had to say something, didn’t you?!”

Z- Zzzzzzzzzzz.

“How can anyone sleep so soundly in a time like this??”

Whew! Made it through that one!

Tagging @diabolical-blue @darkandstormydolls @leahnardo-da-veggie @poethill @honeybewrites

@theeccentricraven @splashinkling @smudged-red-ink @mysticstarlightduck @eccaiia

@corinneglass @tildeathiwillwrite @fortunatetragedy and open tag

#tag game #open tag #writing #creative writing #writer #writers #writers and poets #writing community #writer on tumblr #writeblr

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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WE NEEEEEED NIGHTWALKS JOEL ABC’s 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Fair enough! 👖 A few are from the ones I did before.

NSFW 18+ Misc / x fem!reader / night walks master list

A = Aftercare - Takes a minute for his dirty talk to taper off. . . He’ll say something about how bad you wanted it or how bad you want it.

B = Body part - Obsessed with his own equipment. Loves your whole body but the first thing he noticed about you was your ass and he can’t resist pressing himself into it whenever he sees you anywhere. Also loves your thighs, can’t keep his hands off them.

C = Cum - He doesn’t want a drop wasted.

D = Dirty secret - Peeping Tom.

E = Experience - Very experienced. Never had a girl as bad as you, though.

F = Favorite position - Variety is the spice of life but he likes to be able to see how much you’re enjoying it.

G = Goofy - No, no one is goofy lmao. But he may tease you / rub it in about how much you want his cock.

H = Hair - Hair still mostly dark, not much gray down there. Better groomed than you might expect - he's kinda vain.

I = Intimacy - There isn’t really a romantic aspect. He’s enraptured by your horniness for him.

J = Jack off - Used to do it on his porch while you walked around the block. Now sometimes does it in your backyard while he watches through the window. Otherwise, he likes porn where the woman is super cock hungry. Also cock worship. Believe it or not he also likes porn with plot lmao. Specifically, scenarios that involve strangers like repair men. He likes it because the woman is secretly so horny and all it took was the right man to activate her. He HCed you that way as soon as he saw you, and he knew he could activate you.

K = Kink - Voyeur, breeder. You’ve had to start doing better at taking the pill. If you’re starting to enjoy it, don’t let him know you’re on birth control.

L = Location - Enjoys coming onto you and feeling you up in public. Would be glad to take you anywhere and thought it was super hot the time he fucked you in the parking lot of the gas station, and went down on you in the bathroom of the restaurant. But there’s also something about having you in his basement that really turns him on. Reminds him of the first time after he tricked you there and you just couldn’t resist him.

M = Motivation - He likes to make you desperate for his cock and he wants to hear how good you feel. He gets off on bringing out the naughtiest side of you. He can sense you have a bad, bad girl in there and it's his mission to tease it out. Likes to feel like an aggressor. Likes control hence locking you in, restraining you, etc. Even if it's something you could escape from like an indoor lock.

N = No - Willingly pull out, or stop pursuing you.

O = Oral - He’s good at it, he prefers to be inside you but definitely wouldn’t mind being blown.

P = Pace - Starts slow, pays attention to how your body responds, adjusts accordingly, often getting faster/harder.

Q = Quickie - Definitely in favor especially if he’s seducing you into doing it somewhere risky.

R = Risk - Definitely gets off on getting away with stuff, so yeah. He’s super confident.

S = Stamina - He can last if he wants, and if you want, but is usually eager to come. His recovery period is like 15-20 minutes aside from extenuating circumstances where he might be able to go sooner. But otherwise plenty of time for a smoke or drink in between.

T = Toys - Doesn’t own any but likes to watch you use yours and would enjoy using yours on you.

U = Unfair - He’s not much of a tease, but he loves to hear how bad you want his cock so he might try to draw it out of you.

V = Volume - Grunts, groans, talks dirty. Intimate volume but not a whisper.

W = Wild card - Wears PJ pants all the time and he just gets away with it . He has a bunch of different ones, too.

X = 19 cm (7.5") base to tip erect, and on the girthier end of average. Just barely curved upward for your pleasure. He's a shower not a grower. Tan, smooth. Huge balls.

Y = Yearning - Extremely high, can’t get enough of you.

Z = Zzz - Pretty fast if you're in his sketch ass basement

joel master list

NW: @tehweeana@lokanda@blackvelveteen1339@cutesyscreenname@ele-meno-p lmk if i missed you

All joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda @ele-meno-p

#night walks!joel #dark!joel miller #joel miller x reader #toxicanonymity ☠️#nightwalks☠️

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ ;; 4 @jackhghes

A = Aftercare ;; Even if he is exhausted , Jack will always make sure that his partner is taken care of. He places a high priority on aftercare since he views it as a manifestation of care.

B = Body part ;; Jack adores every inch of the body that his partner possesses. Mostly their head and neck. He enjoys planting gentle kisses on his partner's head and inhaling deeply the intoxicating aroma of his partner's hair.

C = Cum ;; He savours the sensation of cumming inside of his lover. Jack will do anything to make his partner cum even if he is extremely tired.

D = Dirty secret ;; Jack finds the idea of chaining up his partner during sex to be appealing, but he is careful not to be too rough with his partner.

E = Experience ;; Jack doesn't have a lot of experience, but he's willing to learn more for both himself and his partner so that they can enjoy it a lot more. He would be willing to experiment with various new things even if they don’t sound so appealing.

F = Favorite position ;; Jack doesn’t have a favorite. He likes any position that makes his partner feel the greatest and most filled.

G = Goofy ;; Jack is mostly serious in bed, as he wants to fullfil the needs of his partner. He will sometimes tickle their partner after initimate moments and tease.

H = Hair ;; Jack has really nice hair; his partner loves to gently rake their hands through it. It’s very soft and silky.

I = Intimacy ;; Jack is very passionate even if he can be rough sometimes. He always checks in on his partner and makes sure it’s okay to do anything that’s new to them.

J = Jack off ;; Jack places a high priority on his own enjoyment, particularly after a tough away game. He enjoys pleasing himself just as much as he enjoys pleasing his partner in sexual activity.

K = Kink ;; Jack likes to lightly choke his partner when he’s about to cum. He also loves to excessively stimulate his partner.

L = Location ;; Jack is most comfortable in a soft, cushioned setting, such as a bed or couch. During private moments, he wants to make sure that his partner is not bothered by discomfort.

M = Motivation ;; Jack loves it when his partner's neck is exposed or when his partner is looking too good to resist.

N = No ;; Jack is not a fan of knifeplay, and he may become turned off in a situation in which there is a lack of communication.

O = Oral ;; Jack likes giving and receiving. He loves when his partner pleases him and always makes sure to return the favour.

P = Pace ;; if very frustrated after losing in the playoffs or a tough game. Jack would take out his frustrations on his partner, and not care about how fast or rough things got. However whenever he normally gets intimate with his partner he likes slow and meaningful sex.

Q = Quickie ;; Jack enjoys sex that is slow and lasts for a long time. He finds it particularly amusing to listen to his partner moan, particularly if his partner is already overstimulated.

R = Risk ;; Jack is very possessive of his partner (not in a bad way.) He wouldn’t want anyone to see his partners body except him. He wouldn’t do any risky things in public unless it’s in the car.

S = Stamina ;; Jack usually loves soft and passionate sex. On the other hand, he wouldn't mind a few more rounds until both he and his partner are unable to handle any more.

T = Toys ;; Jack doesn’t own any toys, but wouldn’t mind the idea of owning some.

U = Unfair ;; Jack likes to tease his partner and loves when he makes his partner beg.

V = Volume ;; Jack loves to express himself verbally even more so when his partner pleases him the way he likes it.

W = Wild card ;; Jack loves when his partner wears skirts, but wouldn’t admit it to his partner though.

X = X-ray ;; Jack has a perfect body to lay against or cuddle with — he could wrap his arms around his partner and it wouldn’t be uncomfortable at all.

Y = Yearning ;; Jack will only fuck his partner if his partner specifically asks for it or if Jack believes that his partner is being excessively "needy."

Z = Zzz ;; Jack likes to fall asleep shortly after or right after sex. As soon as he knows his lover needs been met.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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quotation mark, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: For Min Yoongi, there are no wasted words. He knows what he wants to say and he know what he says will give him what he wants. But, then again, sometimes you don't have to say anything to orchestrate everything. Jeon Jungkook? He won't submit to that. He's the one in charge here. Right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; warning! reader reflects on her attempted suicide; descriptions of explicit D/s relationship; tension between the doms Yoongi can't keep his BDE to himself; very intense smut (fem reader, a lot of fantasizing, making out / fingering in an elevator, voyeurism, restraints, hair pulling, m/f choking, finger sucking, f and m-receiving oral, triple(?) penetration (pussy and anal fingering), edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, nipple play, spanking, anal sex); shifting POVs between Yoongi, Jungkook, and you; non-idol!AU; rich heir to a hotel chain, dom!Yoongi x tattooed, sub!reader x tattoo artist, dom!Jungkook

happy new year ;)

"It's nice. I like it."

He reached over and placed his thumb into that pink lower lip. Pressed down, tilting his head. The silver ring on the right side of that mouth gleamed under the crystal lights. Punctured into the flesh, decorating it.

"Pretty."

A tattooed hand shot up. Min Yoongi caught it out of the air by the wrist, tightening his fingers against tense muscle and black ink. Shifted his gaze, staring into dark brown eyes burning with resistance. Trying to intimidate him. Instead of retreating, Yoongi hooked his nail into the lip ring and toyed with it.

Jeon Jungkook clenched his jaw, his brows furrowing.

He could tell the younger man was trying not to make a single sound as he rubbed the pad of his finger against the curved metal and the edge of Jungkook's lips. He leaned forward, and Jungkook stiffened, still giving him the look of a cornered wolf about to fight back regardless of consequence. He did not balk. Closer, and he could smell the clean scent Jungkook usually wore, plain made exquisite by the chemistry of his skin.

"This lesson is," Yoongi murmured slowly, staring into those burning eyes. "Anything on your person can be turned into an object for pleasure."

He flicked the lip ring.

Heard Jungkook swallow his own gasp.

Heavy breath.

"Let... Let go of me," Jungkook growled.

Yoongi smiled.

He let go of him.

"Now, your fitting. We will be adjusting a suit of mine I've worn before."

Jungkook frowned, lowering his hand. The array of wooden bead bracelets made a clicking sound as he adjusted his left wrist, moving it away from his thigh. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark denim jeans, his black quilted bomber thrown against the armrest. Yoongi noticed the top was more fitted than his usual loose style. Perhaps to look less sloppy in a room of such opulence. Noted. Jungkook also did not touch his face after the shared moment. The fingers of his right hand twitched, then stilled, carefully placed by his side. Ah, also noted.

"I'm not a suit-wearing kind of guy," he mumbled.

"You are welcome to wear whatever you like, although I can't promise you won't be dragged off the premises and then you would miss out on all the lovely wine. But don’t worry, I’m sure I can satisfy our pet on my own if you want to back out."

Jungkook glared at him.

Yoongi smirked.

"I didn't say I wouldn't wear it. I just said I'm not a suit-wearing kind of guy."

"Hm." Yoongi loosely gestured to the rack of designer suits next to his seat. "Pick one. Then we'll do measurements."

Jungkook stood up, looking over them, lost but trying not to show it. Yoongi remained seated on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, waiting. Although out of his element, Jungkook was a curious one and was not intimidated by what was offered.

"You wear all of these?" he asked doubtfully, his tone echoing the confusion of one that did not understand how somebody could willingly tolerate wearing designer formalwear.

"Most of them. These are primarily for events of some importance, so they've been taken in but still have the original seams. You have a slightly larger frame than I do, so I suspect we will have to adjust for that."

The younger male stood in front of the rack, staring at the expensive suits that probably cost more than the rent of both his home and his tattoo shop. "Who is doing the measurements?"

Yoongi stayed silent.

Tick.

The head of black hair turned. Dark brown eyes narrowing. Looking down at him, mouth thinned to a stem frown. Angular jaw tensing, the mole underneath that frown shivering so faintly that Yoongi almost missed it.

Tock.

Yoongi let himself smile.

No longer hiding the enjoyment he was getting from these reactions.

“The tailor waiting outside the room,” he purred back to that fierce gaze.

Jungkook didn't respond for a moment.

Then he turned and stuck his hand into the rack of suits, pushing them to one side, revealing his selection of a pinstriped suit.

You almost laughed out loud at the photo of Jungkook that Yoongi had sent with no caption. Arms splayed out, looking highly uncomfortable as a distinguished-looking older gentleman in a three-piece suit was measuring his waist. The younger man looked like an alarmingly handsome scarecrow except he was the one that seemed the most frightened. You managed to contain yourself, however, for you were still at work. You shouldn’t be on your phone, but you know.

Rules were meant to be broken.

Also, this was a rare occasion for Yoongi. To text anything, much less a photo.

What for? You typed back, then quickly slid your device under some papers, managing to look busy for a timed five minutes. Definitely enough for Yoongi to respond and, if he didn’t, then he wouldn’t respond at all.

You tapped your phone screen, sneaking a glance.

For my amusement.

You saw your boss come out the office from the corner of your eye, so you quickly slipped your phone into your desk drawer and let it be, enjoying in the chills that danced up your spine from that reply. The older gentleman had been taking a waist measurement, so he was mostly likely a tailor. Specialized in men’s formalwear, seemed like, from his attire. Yoongi was a man of opportunity and foresight. For my amusement. Meaning it was more than just the suit Yoongi was giving. Or getting out of it.

Ah.

Ahhh.

You hummed cheerfully as you continued your work, letting Yoongi explore the possibilities of what could be to his heart’s content. It would be good. You trusted his judgement.

After all, you wouldn’t be his submissive if you didn’t.

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t sure how to feel about Min Yoongi.

It didn’t feel like he was flaunting. Sure, the building in the high-end district, the designer clothes, and all that shit, but it didn’t seem like a charade. Simply everyday life for the hotel heir. Yoongi handled all the speaking with the tailor. Nobody questioned why he was giving away one of his suits. Nobody asked who Jungkook was or why he was there even though he was clearly out of place in such a fancy establishment. He found himself staying silent as Yoongi commanded the room. He said Jungkook was free to go after the tailor had everything he needed. He would handle the rest and have everything delivered to the tattoo shop at the end of this week.

Now, Jungkook was standing on the public train, somewhat bothered by this level of distance.

Not that he wanted to hang out with his hyung or anything.

That would be weird.

Min Yoongi probably never took the train. He was probably chauffeured everywhere. Accompanied by bodyguards, because he was a rich man who never let the soles of his shoes touch filth. Or something like that.

For some reason, Jungkook twitched, suddenly feeling guilty about thinking that.

Then he remembered those cat-like eyes inspecting him.

Calling his lip piercing pretty.

He clenched his jaw, his tongue flickering over said silver ring, looking for the reassurance of metal. Kept his breathing even, staring out the window at the passing skyline and lowering sun, but not seeing them, instead remembering a dark room and a mirror. His own reflection looking back at him with a pale hand around his throat.

Jungkook recalled that, at the time, he couldn’t look into his own eyes so he watched the movement of Yoongi’s fingers instead.

Do you feel it?

How did he do that?

There was something impressive about how swiftly Min Yoongi could shift from simply being part of the shadows to forcing everyone to acknowledge that he was the most important person in the room. Jungkook knew that wasn’t who he was. He was loud and brash in presence when he wanted to be and, when he didn’t want to be, he tended to escape. He didn’t know how to seize the atmosphere. And the way Yoongi did it, not like a dictator or a tyrant, but like he was the master conductor and you were the orchestra. Like he knew you and him could make beautiful art together. He made you want to live up to his art.

It made Jungkook feel…

Weird.

He felt as if he should feel threatened. A clearly more experienced, disgustingly wealthy, and, fuck it, actually unnervingly handsome dom that he was sharing his…

Well, his…

Jungkook scrunched up his face, seeing his own reflection in the glass as the train entered a tunnel. His customer, his sub, his lover, whatever anyone wanted to call it, but to him you were his irreplaceable. That was frightening to think about, but he was too stubborn to unthink it. The idea of someone else having your taste on their lips, ugh, Jungkook hated it, he would kill–

The abrupt image of Yoongi lifting his head from your legs, shapely pink lips and chin smeared with your juices, glistening and glossy over an open-mouthed smirk.

His fingers gripped the metal train pole tightly and Jungkook felt his whole body go rigid.

A wildfire of arousal shot through him.

Yeah.

That was weird.

Jungkook furrowed his brow, ignoring everything around him except the image in his head and keeping an eye on the map to see how far away he was from his stop. He could faintly see from his peripheral vision that people were staying away from him. Probably because of his tattoos. He caught his expression in the window again.

Oh.

Or his pissed-off looking expression.

Sure, Jungkook had fucked you and Yoongi had been there, and vice versa. But that particular image hadn’t happened. Yet. It wouldn’t be too out-of-the-ordinary if it did happen. But Yoongi generally kept his distance, patiently waiting for his turn. Watching Jungkook, of course, but not interfering too much other than providing that smug expression. So far, anyway. Yoongi did not specifically direct his attention that Jungkook that often. And he wasn’t going to. Wasn’t going to bring his face close to Jungkook’s and breathe onto his lips, inhale stained with your heavy, sweet-sour taste.

Hold up.

Jungkook frowned.

His hyung’s face close to his, smearing your release on his cheek, whispering to him, taste it, low and husky. A voice that reminded him of midnights and moonlight. Chills all over his body, wildfire burning within. His tongue snaking out over his lip ring and licking the side of his mouth, your taste from Yoongi’s skin. Sharing it. Those feline eyes watching him with satisfaction as he did.

No.

That never happened.

But it could.

In that moment, Jungkook realized he was fantasizing about Min Yoongi on the public train and, even though it was not quite directly sexual in nature, it was strangely still too intimate even for two men who belonged to the same woman.

Right?

There was no one to ask.

Jungkook got off at his stop and walked home.

"Meant to be appreciated. Full-bodied. Robust. A sting from the unique flavor that soothes out into an elegant calm."

Min Yoongi did not give a single shit.

His interest in this conversation was already minimal and dwindling ever faster. It had nothing to do with the excellent wine and everything to do with the vapid commentary of the pompous old man that was attempting to sound clever describe it. Yoongi appreciated luxury. How could he not? He was the definition of born with a silver spoon. But he detested idiocy and unfortunately being rich did not spare him from that.

Often, quite the opposite.

He glanced at his glass of dark red.

Thought about pouring it all over wrists bound together with silk rope, watching it splash over lovely shivering skin, staring into your eyes as he wasted it, leaving rivers of expensive, blood-colored wine dripping all over your naked body.

Waiting.

"Keep still or you will be punished."

Leaning forward, breathing in. Blackberries and the ocean, the alcohol secondary. Licking it off, slow, deliberate, savoring the taste of skin and wine, watching you struggle to stay still. A mess. A beautiful mess.

That kind of thing wasn't his style.

In light of recent events, however, Yoongi found himself expanding his horizons.

His eyes flickered upwards to see a certain tattoo artist stumbling into the party, looking lost and bewildered in a slim, pinstriped suit, newly tailored to fit his built frame. Amusingly, the first few buttons of the pressed black dress shirt were undone. The young man was completely devoid of a tie, as if it suffocated him being in such a formal state. Gunmetal chain necklace with a pendant of the designer that matched his suit. The pinstripe detailing was subtly repeated the lacing of his shoes. The tones of his rings were the same shade of gray and black in the suit. Every aspect was handpicked by someone who had a very good eye for detail.

Yoongi himself, of course.

Even the eyebrow piercing, lip ring, hand tattoos, and half-slicked back black hair, Jeon Jungkook was handsome enough to be here on looks alone. Everyone accepted his presence and didn’t ask why he was at one of the most expensive parties in the entire city, stationed at a luxury hotel owned by Yoongi's very own father. The rich were all eccentric anyway. Too much money to be normal. Throw some money on him and Jungkook fit right in.

The only thing that gave him away was the deer-in-headlights look and the fact that he kept fiddling with his cufflinks as if they were damn fidget spinners.

Yoongi smiled, amused as the younger male was offered champagne, denied it, was informed by the waiter that it was complementary and then did not hesitate. The people around him were still talking but he excused himself and his wine, swiftly exiting from the conversation and keeping his eye on Jungkook, careful to keep his distance and avoid being seen.

He could see that Jungkook was, very desperately, trying to find him.

Yoongi, however, was a sadist.

There was a certain level of discomfort you enjoyed. A sweet spot, if you will. Being too uncomfortable was simply downright annoying. Being too comfortable was complacency. No, you enjoyed being challenged. Maybe even craved it.

Your best when under duress, you liked to think.

You were pretty sure your previous therapist told you before that these thoughts were a product of your trauma. Well. Couldn’t turn back time, so might as well use it to your advantage and be dominated by fabulously wealthy Min Yoongi and dashingly dangerous Jeon Jungkook.

Heh.

Speaking of uncomfortable, this dress was going to be the death of you. Black tie was the instruction and you always followed instructions – when they benefited you, of course – but perhaps your eyes were bigger than your sanity when you bought this black silk gown. Low straight-across neckline, thin straps perched on the shoulders, open back with delicate silver chains to create a diamond pattern once it was on. Hip-hugging, with a high slit exposing the left leg. The hemline just barely grazed the floor once your heels were on.

Once you saw your reflection in the dressing room mirror, you knew you wanted it.

Problem was, you hadn’t thought about how annoying this dress would be to put on alone.

Of course, the employee in the store that fitted you and they made it look easy. Now you were struggling trying not to break any of the dainty silver chains while navigating past them. This was why the rich had assistants, huh? Sigh. Well, you had persistence and the order to look expensive. That was enough motivation. You smoothed the dress out once it was on and spent several minutes craning your head to check that none of the gleaming chains had tangled. You had to maintain posture when you wore it so the chains hung correctly, but you would have to stand straight anyway in your shoes. At least the dress looked as expensive as it was. You even had it tailored to your body so the seams laid well, fitting every curve.

Nice.

Now, the details. No necklace. The collarbones were enough distraction. No rings either, because you had purchased above-elbow-length, black velvet opera gloves. The secret to easily looking luxe was same color family but contrasting textures. No tattoos would be showing except part of your the world is quiet here waist tattoo. Only the words quiet here on your lower back were exposed, black ink curtained by lines of silver.

You smiled.

How fun.

You smoothed your hair back to a sleek ponytail with stray locks of hair framing your face. A little adjustment, light hairspray, and it was difficult to discern your behind-the-ear tattoos. Could be mistaken for a strand of hair rather than a semicolon on the left side and the exclamation mark on the right. You had to be looking for them to know what they were.

Small secrets etched to your skin.

Next, perfume.

Heavy glass bottle. Silver cap removed, and you doused yourself with the scent of blackberries and the ocean. You let a moment pass for it to settle. Savoring the sharpness that softened out to something deeper, warmer, your skin transforming the fruity fragrance to something muskier and more mysterious.

You closed your eyes and you could smell them against you.

They, of course, smelled different.

Yoongi always wore various expensive colognes that saturated his already intense demeanor. You were overcome by it every time you kissed him, dark woods and salt air, lips like sweet sin that wordlessly commanded surrender to me. Detail-oriented in scent, visuals, and mannerisms. He could turn you into an instrument for his symphony with his touch, just like that.

In contrast, Jungkook had a single scent. Clean and refreshing, and it never wavered. He himself was very polite, modest, and straightforward, until his breath was mixing with yours and then his single driven hunger emerged. Lips that tasted of carnal promises that dragged you down into depravity, turning fantasy to reality.

Your lips curved into a devious smile.

Your reflection smiled back at you, enjoying these thoughts.

There was a little bit of transformation here too. You always kept your office makeup demure. Lip balm over the natural pigmentation of your lips. Black-brown mascara. Sometimes brown eyeshadow for eyeliner if you were feeling fancy. Always manicured brows; those were essential. But this night gala required a little bit more darkness. Smokey black eyeshadow with a hint of silver sparkle to match your dress. Ink black mascara, blood red lips standing out against the monochrome. Still no skin tint or foundation. Every beauty mark remained visible.

Bare, only enhanced.

You’re here.

Your hand rose and you touched the mirror.

In your mind’s eye, there it was, the dark dorm room and hell closing in. No pretty clothes, just the same sweat set you had worn for too many days on end. Tangled hair, your fingers locked into it and clawing your scalp. No looking in mirrors, because mirrors reminded you that you were real, a tangible thing, a reminder that you existed and for some reason everyone had something negative to say about your existence. Nowhere safe. Not your head, not home, not university where everything was supposed to be a fresh start, where every college movie said that you could to reinvent yourself through education or parties. Instead, you had gotten singled out and torn apart. A change of scenery didn’t change the truth. You learned the hard way that there was no haven even in the great expanse of the real world.

In your mind’s eye, you saw you making that choice.

Poured them out and swallowed them all.

Then the world a blur, at least for a couple years.

And now, your life was completely different.

It was strange to think that the worst night helped Yoongi remember you. You didn’t even know he existed back then. It was completely by chance that he chose that night to fuck some random girl living on the same dorm floor as you and it was completely by chance that you chose that night. You hadn’t planned it. Life was a string of coincidences. You had never thought that a spontaneous decision to walk into a tattoo shop and getting that first semicolon for cheap from a student would result in meeting Jeon Jungkook for the first time. You thought for a long time about getting the semicolon tattoo, always saying to yourself that you would get it when you were “over it”, whatever that meant. You remembered standing in front of that tattoo shop, gazing at the advertisement, and thinking, am I ever going to be over it? How many therapists, self-help books, years has it been now? You had realized that you had been chasing the innocence of “before that choice”, trying to get back who you were before that, something that didn’t seem possible. Stupid, even. Plus, the irony of tattooing a semicolon to signify that you were “over it”? Fuck it.

You had sat in that chair and Jungkook had walked up, polite and neat, strung-out thin with nervousness.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

You would think Jungkook was the one who said that but, actually, it was you.

Seeing him, you realized, I can’t get it back.

Not the time when you were “okay” because there was never an “okay”, not even when you were a child. You couldn’t get that time back, not the time you spent being consumed by your demons, not the time lost because of the choice itself, not the time you spent recovering and relearning. It was easy to think all that time before now was all a waste, easy to wish you could undo it all and redo life. It was hard. It was uncomfortable to feel that pain, to acknowledge that it would always be a part of you, to accept that it was etched into your skin forever.

You could, however, pick your pain from now on.

Jungkook had carefully set up and explained what he was going to do. He hadn’t yet gotten to the point where he would be able to calmly make small talk and put others at ease with his confidence. No, back then he was scared shitless and it was pretty damn obvious even though his hands were steady. All the preparation in the world didn’t cloak the terrifying reality that he was about to do something permanent to someone he didn’t know.

“This is your first tattoo, right? It shouldn’t hurt too much,” he had tried to reassure you.

“I have a high pain tolerance. Go ahead and stab me.”

He had glanced down and you had smirked at him right before he did, in fact, stab you. A very different experience than being tied up and pinned down for the exclamation mark.

Time to have what’s mine.

You walked away from the mirror and slipped into your red-soled, black high heels.

Jungkook was lost.

He had a glass of champagne in one hand. Visually, he blended right in the large crowd of people wearing clothes worth at least twice his rent. Inwardly, though, he was suffocating, confused, and terrified that someone was going to speak to him. The second he accidentally made eye contact with anyone caused him to immediately turn around and pretend he was busy looking for someone else, praying whoever it was would get distracted and not follow him.

Where the fuck is hyung?

One would think that that particularly filthy rich man could be easily found, considering this was the grand ballroom of his hotel. Well, Yoongi didn’t own it yet, but he might as well, considering he was the acting director. Son of the current director, who was probably sitting in a high-rise restaurant, golfing, or doing some similarly insipid rich-man pastime. Not that Jungkook knew what Yoongi’s father was like at all. He was only making assumptions based on the fact that his hyung never spoke about him. Actually, as far as Jungkook could tell, Yoongi never spoke about his inner feelings.

The older male was always “on”, as one would say.

At least, in front of Jungkook.

Didn’t matter what the situation was, even with his hand around your throat, and Jungkook’s brain was hazy with lust, his chest rattling with his own breath, deeper, fuck, so tight, driving his hips into yours, the scent of sex smeared onto his skin and soaked into the air, and your glassy eyes were all he wanted see, parted lips on the brink of orgasm.

And Yoongi.

Dark, cat-like eyes on the edge of the bed, watching him choke and fuck you.

Open-mouthed smirk and all.

A shiver ate though Jungkook’s spine at the memory.

Why am I remembering that right now?

He winced at the Louis Vuitton slacks practically straightjacketing his erection right now. Shit, how do people wear such clothes? His eyes darted from every corner of the party, searching for those pointed feline ones, remembering all the details of their last session. The raspy whisper, the knot should be like this, and him swallowing his irritation of having to be corrected but paying attention all the same, following Yoongi’s instruction to secure the end of the rope to one of the solid metal rings bolted to the bedframe.

He recalled so clearly, his hyung asking him, how long can you last?

What are you talking about? Jungkook had frowned. I’m the one in charge.

Yoongi had smirked.

“That you are.”

It had seemed like such a placid comment but for some reason a surge of fire shot up his core, sudden ferocity and pinning his hands to the headboard, sliding in slow. Into constricting, wet bliss, and you watched him silently, lush lashes and lasting lust, biting down on his t-shirt, and Jungkook thought it was a dumb question, how long could he last, as long as he wanted of course, and he would show Yoongi he wasn’t some kid, he was a man who could push you to the brink and make you cum again and again, he didn’t have to go fast and hard, he could go slow and tense and make you tear up with want, force you to pulse around him to take him to the edge, but Jungkook wasn’t going to give in so easily, because he was in charge.

He was.

His arms shook and he pressed into you, into the heavy scent of sex that clung to him and haunted his dreams, into sweet-sour mixed with blackberries and the sea and Jungkook was consumed by the high, his nails clawing into the wood, I’ll show you, hyung, staring down at you with your arms tied up, god, so fucking beautiful, couldn’t help himself, putting direct force behind his hips and gasping at the depth, so close, your walls squeezing him tight, your cum running down his thighs, so good, slamming his fist into the headboard, sudden pain shooting up his arm and he came, a high that knocked the wind out of him, growling deep in his chest as the pleasure seeped up his crotch, into his stomach, his cock jerking and spilling into the condom, the strain of holding himself back viciously crumbling apart and racing through his veins, wave after crashing wave that left him airless.

You moaned under him, teeth still in his balled-up t-shirt, your pretty eyes rolling back into your head, white knuckles grasping the rope tightly.

Jungkook felt someone touch his fist and pull it away from the headboard.

“Careful there.”

He couldn’t breathe.

A hand brushed his hair back from the side of his face.

His lungs burned, panting heavily to catch his breath.

Then a raspy, deep whisper by his cheek.

“Not bad,” Yoongi had murmured.

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the side to glare piercingly, but by then the feline gaze had slipped away, tugging at the rope to loosen it and let your arms fall onto the pillows.

I’ll show you, hyung.

Now, Jungkook straightened his back. Downed his entire glass of champagne and glanced around for that head of long dark hair and fair skin. Fine. If the older man wanted to play hide-and-seek, then so be it. Jungkook was a good predator.

He knew he was.

“Why do you look so pissed off?”

Blackberries and the sea breeze invading his nose.

Jungkook snapped his head to see you standing because him, delicious body tightly wrapped in black silk, fabric so luxe that it was shimmering, clinging to your delectable body. Seductive and smokey eye makeup. Deep scarlet lipstick that made your plush lips stand out. Black velvet long gloves, daintily holding a black leather clutch. And, of course, killer heels that made your legs look even more delicious, inviting him to fuck you right in the middle of this room in front of all these people.

You smirked, just barely.

His submissive.

His.

Jungkook could taste you on his tongue and he was ravenous.

“Nervous, huh?”

There was a tease to your voice.

He narrowed his eyes. “What makes you say that?” he growled.

Your head tilted and, there it was, his exclamation point tattooed onto you, below your right ear, invisible under your hair unless someone was looking for it. That line, from ear, down the neck, to collarbone and shoulder. Fuck. Simply seeing it made him want to cover it with his cum. Or sink his teeth into it.

Or both.

“You seem a bit…” You paused for effect. “High strung.”

His eyebrow cocked as he ground his teeth. “I’m not–”

But then you turned around, so suddenly, and then Jungkook couldn’t breathe, the high slit exposing your left thigh, soft, smooth, bitable, and then the turn of your body, that perfect ass, molded to the fabric and your naked back draped in thin, glittering chains. Two words at your waist, peeking out amongst the lines of silver.

quiet here

Jungkook couldn’t help but think that was your response to anything he had to say right now. Using your body to shut him up. It worked. He didn’t want to think about anything else, nothing except ripping those chains off one by one, sliding his hands under to grip your breasts, using that leg slit to his advantage and pushing it up your ass so he could fuck you from behind and slowly tear apart this expensive dress off your body with every vicious thrust.

The only thing stopping him was realizing that the garment probably cost you a lot.

“Found Yoongi.”

Of course.

The sound of clinking glasses and fake laughter seemed to die out, or at least he couldn’t hear it anymore. Of course, you found Yoongi. Of course, Jungkook spent all this time being lost and then resolving to hunt the older man down and you arrive to find danger within seconds. Of course, because how could it be any other way, Yoongi torturing him in his head, Yoongi stuffing him in this expensive cage of a suit, Yoongi abandoning him in this party of better bodies because Jungkook didn’t belong here. He was just impersonating power, a false god, a paper doll.

His inhale stilled in his throat.

I’m an animal, but I don’t belong in this zoo.

Jungkook stared at the empty champagne glass in his hand.

It was shaking.

He started as he felt pressure on his right and left shoulder. Two bodies boxing him in, the one on his right facing behind him, the one on his left facing forward like he was. A three-sixty-degree circle of vision. The shoulder against his right was bare, save for a tiny silk strap. The one on his left was covered, crisp black suit, white shirt with a ruffled collar, put-together and unshakable.

Long, deft fingers curled around his trembling hand, stilling the champagne glass.

It was a pampered hand, but that grip was pretty damn strong.

“It stinks out here,” Yoongi softly murmured. “Smells like sordid sucking-up.”

The older man let go of his hand.

The champagne glass was steady now.

“That’s not very nice, Yoongi,” you purred.

You pressed your body against Jungkook’s side, a familiar and comforting weight. He breathed in, slowly, and there it was, blackberries and the sea mixing with crisp dark woods, and he was somewhere else now, in a bedroom between bodies where he was free, no more pretending, no more doubts, finally alive.

His haven.

“I’ll have to leave separately from you two, but I’m sure you can keep yourselves occupied.”

Jungkook felt a key card being slid into his left pant pocket. A miracle it went in so easily, considering how fucking tight they were. His erection still hadn’t fully gone away. Either rich people had really small dicks or never had any reason to be aroused.

Or both.

“You need to be sordidly sucked-up to some more?” you snickered. You weren’t facing him. Jungkook couldn’t feel the heat of your breath on his clothes. It annoyed him. “I could give you that if you’ll that desperate for it.”

“How nice of you to have the foresight to wear gloves to gag you with,” was the reply.

“Get me out of here,” Jungkook growled under his breath, turning his head ever-so-slightly to see the breathtaking profile of Min Yoongi. Cascading black hair, swept to his right, intent forward gaze, pink lips that looked soft but held a wicked tongue.

Rich. Refined. Restrained.

Just barely.

Jungkook’s mind reminded him of how Yoongi was in bed. Disheveled hair, sharp body lines, ruthless and merciless. One hand on your chin, fingers curled into your cheek and thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, your spit running down his palm as he held one of your arms behind your back, fucking you hard and deliberate, looking up to Jungkook, open-mouthed smirk and elegant savagery gleaming in those dark eyes.

Didn’t say anything.

That was power.

Similarly, instead of answering, Yoongi stepped away and strode past him.

It was so simple that it was almost painful.

You slipped away from Jungkook, but he wasn’t worried. His eyes followed the back of that black suit, longline jacket tailored to perfection, to long legs and crisp dress shoes that shone brighter than most people’s futures, and turned away, placing the champagne glass on a nearby table, abandoning it.

On the hunt.

His eyes followed those thin silver chains, that graceful back and confident walk. Your background meant you didn’t belong here either, but that didn’t matter to you. That didn’t matter because you didn’t come here to belong. The luxurious dress was only an illusion. You came for the hit-and-run, a masked desperado aiming to be caught, but not by the authorities.

Jungkook followed you, silent and at a distance.

Ah, the service elevator.

At this point, you were close acquaintances.

You navigated through dark hallways and shadows, followed by your own. No one gave you a second glance. Employees brushed past, bustling along with their carts and looking forward, pretending to see nothing, know nothing. You stayed out of their way, flattening against the wall when needed, gliding past, rolling wheels concealing the click of your heels. Oh, they knew your face. They probably knew Jeon Jungkook too, for they did not respond to his presence either, not even the hotel security that hurried past.

They couldn’t afford the consequences.

Whatever speculation they had wasn’t worth losing such a cushy job.

You stopped in front of the metal doors. It detected the presence of a valid keycard as Jungkook approached. The buttons glowed softly, waiting.

Imploring entry.

There was a fluttering sound of a handkerchief being tucked away. You felt heat behind you. Close but not close enough. One hand holding your clutch, the other using your middle finger to press the up button. The elevator pinged and whirred, noise loud in the empty, dark hallway. A tattooed hand appeared next to yours. Steady fingers landing onto black velvet, tracing the back your hand and down the glove. Chills all over as you observed the descent, seeing the tail of an inked snake peeking out from under the pinstriped cuff.

Warm breath nearing your ear, deep silvery voice speaking quietly.

“Couldn’t wait?”

You chuckled as the doors slid open.

“Admit it. You’re over waiting.”

You were almost worried, for there was uneasiness radiating from Jungkook that you couldn’t quite place. He was trying to hide it and you had no desire to let him know he was bad at it, from the shake in his voice to the obvious need to inhale your perfume, but you calmed as you felt the tension lessen with every step, click, into the elevator, click, into familiarity, click, the metal doors closing with finality, and then the party was gone, leaving only the hunter and the hunted.

Jungkook slowly turned around.

You leaned your head back, corner of your lips ticking upward.

It had been New Year’s Eve and it all started in this elevator, after you had a shitty fuck upstairs and Yoongi was having a shitty time at his own party, choosing instead to go up all these flights with a different stranger, someone who was on the same wavelength, bodies colliding, and Jungkook shoved you into the wall, mirroring the memory and kissing you fiercely.

He relaxed.

Your tongue slid against his lip ring and Jungkook captured it, taking you with his mouth, sucking on it hard as you gripped his upper arms to keep your balance and raised your left leg, wrapping it around his waist, pulling him closer. Shuddered into his mouth, realizing how cold you had been moments before, but no longer, absorbing his boundless heat.

Eye to eye, untamed wildfire in those dark brown orbs.

You felt him come alive with your kiss.

One arm around your waist, and Jungkook growled deep in his chest, fingers of his right hand digging into your thigh, clawing up and making you gasp into his mouth, pausing as his other hand traveled up, following the delicate chains along your spine, sending sparks through your blood as his fingertips barely made contact with your skin. A flick of his wrist and he gripped your ponytail, tugging sharply, making your head snap back and exposing your neck to him.

He exhaled, hot breath scalding hotter skin.

Hand on your ass, creeping closer.

You smiled at the ceiling as Jungkook snarled your name against your quivering throat.

“Surprise,” was your breathy reply.

The elevator dinged.

The doors opened to familiar garish, lavish wallpaper. Plush red carpet, so thick that shoe soles didn’t make a sound. Nobody standing in the hallway of the hotel penthouse suite, probably ordered to stay away at this hour. This was a planned meeting, after all. You wondered if Jungkook knew that but, more likely than not, he simply no longer cared, because he let go of your hair and pressed his hand into your upper back, pushing your body into him. You hooked one arm around his shoulder and gasped as two fingers roughly plunged into your exposed pussy, no French-cut panties to stop him this time. Everything planned, after all.

He picked you up easily.

Expensive dress askew, your collarbone against his lips, your ass against his hard forearm, and every step jolting pleasure, his fingers moving inside you. Wet, sloppy sounds echoing in the hall, squeezing your thighs against his clothed waist, the cool air against your bare ass as he carried you to the door.

“Do you like the surprise?” you whispered into his ear.

“What would you have done if someone saw?” Jungkook hissed back, clearly irritated.

“Nothing. I know who I belong to.”

You could tell he liked your answer, because he shoved his fingers deeper and hoisted you higher, causing you to moan and clutch his head, burying your fingers into his hair.

“Open the door.”

You struggled to reach down and grasp the key card in his left pocket, biting back a cry as he shoved a third finger into you, keeping a firm hold on your body so you were well-balanced. It was a miracle you didn’t lose a shoe.

You smacked the card against the door handle and heard a click.

Jungkook opened the door with his elbow and dragged you inside.

Jungkook didn’t know where all the fancy stuff was. Couldn’t remember. Yoongi had showed him before, and he wouldn’t say he forgot so much as didn’t care when he was knuckles deep into tight, wet pussy. Didn’t even turn on the lights. There was plenty of light radiating up against the building, the city filtering through the sheer curtains, and all he cared about was throwing you down on the bed and thrusting his fingers into you, hard and fast and meaning fucking business, because how dare you risk exposing what was his to the world?

It was hot though.

He wasn’t going to say it was, but it was. It was fucking hot knowing you were out in public with no panties so he could have you once he knew, touch you right away, smell you right away, fuck, yes, that sweet-sour potency that drove him crazy and made him forget how uncomfortable he had been, nothing else mattering but the way you trembled under him as his hand closed in around your neck, forcing your legs open with his body. Only you in his eyes, leaning down, driving his fingers into you as he kissed those red lips and choked you, cutting off the blood to a trickle and turning your breath hazy, erratic, giving in to him.

Blackberries and the sea mixing with sex, igniting his blood.

Jungkook looked down, seeing the black fabric of your dress shimmering in the low light, bunched around your waist. Watched his fingers slide in and out of your pussy, sensations crawling up his arm, your walls closing in, slick wetness becoming wetter, loud and squelching thrusts, the words he tattooed clearly visible, on the right, in the space where your leg and crotch connected.

GOOD LUCK

You came onto his hand with a gasp, and Jungkook bent down, running his tongue other your open lips, dripping saliva and hot exhale into your mouth.

“That’s a good pet,” he murmured, feeling the high of power as he said it.

He pulled his fingers out, cherishing your protesting whine, keeping his face close as he brought his hand up. Coated with your cum, thick and delicious. Smelled so fucking good. Jungkook loved the way it clung to his fingers, saturating his skin with you. Loved the way the scent lingered. Loved to taste it.

He smeared your orgasm onto your cheek.

“Lick it off.”

His voice was gravelly, strained with desire.

Brought his fingers to your lips and pushed them into the waiting wet cavity, into warm tongue and soft lips, fucking your mouth, the red stain smeared from his kisses, and he too came close, licking your cheek, his tongue against your beauty marks, his blood electrified by the taste of your release.

More.

He needed more.

Hands on your knees. One wet, one dry. Spreading them wide, your thighs flush to the edge of the bed, and he didn’t ask, didn’t need to, slinking down like a dark shadow, this fucking suit feeling too damn constricting but he didn’t care, the heady sweet-sour nectar being his only goal, seeing those glistening puffy lips, fuck, so beautiful, on his knees and lowering his head, curling his tongue around your engorged clit and sucking, hard.

You cried out and your hips bucked, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs strongly and sunk his fingers in, forcing you to obey. Nicked his teeth against it and the pitch of your cry hiked, turning into a wanton moan as he licked, driving you to insanity with him, your taste flooding into his mouth, thrusting his tongue into your pussy when you got close, cruelly cutting off your high and then building it back up, over and over, dedicated and deliberate.

This kind of thing wasn't his style.

Jungkook liked it make you cum as many times and as hard as possible, but for some reason he felt different today. His own tense thighs were straining against the suit pants, his unbearable erection throbbing in the confines, and yet he continued, teasing and playing with your clit until your legs were vibrating, gasping above him to finish you, but Jungkook ignored it, feeling the buttons of his dress shirt straining against his flexed chest, his lip ring slick with your juices.

He was in Yoongi’s clothes, in Yoongi’s penthouse, eating you out because he owned you.

What a thought.

Jungkook locked his lips around your swollen clit and forced you to cum right then, powerful and rough licking, his eyes closed to savor the way you moaned his name and thrust into his face, slick pulsating on his tongue and covering him with your pent-up lust, so delectable that he sighed in content, pressing his tongue flat over your shaking, leaking slit, drinking up your orgasm with greed.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

Jungkook raised his head, the tips of his gelled hair brushing against his cheek, probably knocked loose in his vigor. Breathed out, slow, devilish grin spreading over his lips, basking in the feeling of your orgasm sticking to his face. Opened his eyes to see your body spread open before him, your chest shivering, nipples hard and visible through the black silk.

He sensed something else.

No.

Someone.

A body crouching beside him on his left side.

Silent as the midnight, fair skin lit up by moonlight.

Min Yoongi turned his head and now his hyung’s face was close to his, breathing in the scent of your release. Jungkook froze, a strange feeling burning inside him, veins scorched with jamais vu.

“Apologies for keeping you waiting.”

That whisper, dark and husky, purring in Jungkook’s ear.

The lightest touch of a tongue grazing his cheek, licking your cum off his face.

Yoongi stood up and backed away as Jungkook tried not to shiver, snapping his head to follow the older man’s movement, suddenly aware of his tense grip, shallow breath, heartbeat roaring in his ears, not reacting to your whimper, too fixated on the way Yoongi’s longer black hair shrouded his face and kept him in shadow, hiding his expression until the right moment.

The older male picked up your discarded clutch from the bed.

Opened it.

Looked up and Jungkook saw the flash of devious eyes, gleaming like black diamonds.

“Ready?”

Yoongi turned your clutch upside down and dumped the contents, condoms spilling out onto your trembling chest, arrogant smirk directed right at Jungkook.

Everything downstairs – those were his responsibilities. The glamor, the vanity, the overabundance, a world detached. He was part of that, a role Min Yoongi had to play in this life. Tradition, lineage, all that shit. It could be suffocating. When he was younger, he thought about running away. Cutting off these strings and making something from nothing instead. He thought that was the only way, the only way to find himself, the only way to make the composition he wanted.

That, or erasing everything.

But that wasn’t true. Nobody lived without satisfaction and annoyances. One couldn’t appreciate pleasure without pain. Running away was running away, not a solution. He still had to deal with the root issue. Yoongi used to think that he had been trapped by the rules, but he simply hadn’t yet realized that he could manipulate them as he wished if he was cunning enough. It wasn’t the rules themselves that locked him up.

What Yoongi really needed, he discovered, was to have some aspect of his life he really understood, felt, explored. Those other things in his life – the greetings, the meetings, the pushing money around – those were just things he did, not who he was.

No, Min Yoongi knew who he was.

An architect.

A composer.

A puppeteer who created the strings in the shadows, and he pulled them, one by one, lines and curves and bodies, all to watch the carnal art unfold right in front of his eyes.

There was no pleasure without pain.

Yoongi was addicted to the creation. Not necessarily into producing exactly what he was thinking of, but rather letting what came naturally to his fingertips happen. Seeing what came of his touch. He didn’t plan licking Jeon Jungkook’s face. He had arrived and saw the younger man eating you out, and patiently watched. Waited. Approached silently when Jungkook was done.

Could smell you on that skin and his impulse was to taste.

Similarly, Yoongi didn’t think about everything he wanted to do to you when he was standing in the elevator. There was plenty of time to explore that when he had you to himself. You were his, after all. He had to consider the other person involved. The uncertainty.

Hm, well.

Not entirely an uncertainty.

Undercover mirth when Yoongi spied Jungkook observing his actions with wide-eyed interest. His deft fingers found the invisible zipper of your slinky dress and tugged it down evenly, helping you out of it. Would the younger man have ripped it off you if Yoongi was late? Probably, because he was impatient and uninformed. How amusing. Yoongi almost wished he took longer. Simply curious of how they would problem solve you having to leave without any spare clothes. But it was a nice dress, and you had paid for it with your money. Maybe next time Yoongi could convince you to use his money so he could rip everything off when he wanted to.

He filed that thought for a later event.

But now Yoongi’s attention was elsewhere, away from the eccentricities of the younger male, because you arrived without undergarments. Pleasant, but also a point of beginning. You knew how to get him in the mood.

Yoongi stood behind you now, fully clothed.

He brought his face close to the nape of your neck. Not much to hide behind now, leaving you in your high heels and long gloves. He could see your reflection in the vanity mirror in his periphery. Perky tits, waist tattoo, and the dip between your legs. GOOD LUCK winking up at him, the edges of your body glowing from moon.

Yes, that was the very same mirror he used when he choked Jungkook for the first time.

Yoongi placed his hand on your right shoulder.

“Left hand.”

You turned your head slightly, facing him partway as your left arm raised. He let himself breathe in, let himself partake. Blackberries. The ocean. The faint scent of sex below. Your gloved fingertips stroked his knuckles, velvet as soft as your touch. He let his eyes follow your neckline, up that delicate curve, to your hair, loose strands covering the semicolon tattoo behind your left ear.

He grasped the fingertips of your gloves.

One by one, pulling.

He reached up with his free hand, easily in his crisp black suit and white shirt. Touched your chin, tracing your jaw, lifting it just a little. Watched your lips part, red smeared from Jungkook’s kisses. He didn’t mind it. Perfect in imperfection.

Yoongi always made sure to choose his words carefully.

“Pull.”

You listened, elegantly, bit by bit, revealing your arm as the glove slipped off. His eyes flickered down to see the Sith Order symbol on your inner left forearm. A symbol of using emotion to secure power, and the tattoo he chose to spark that conversation on that New Year’s Eve. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, tucking your hair behind you ear and holding it there, bringing his lips close to the semicolon tattoo, the symbol of the night when he first saw you.

He couldn’t do anything about those terrible nights back then, but he could do something about the nights of your future.

“Hold onto the end,” Yoongi whispered, his voice deepening with desire.

He gripped the hand of your opera glove with his right hand and planted his left in between your shoulder blades, bending you down at the hips. You almost lost balance, but he had a good hold and so did you, your right arm still gloved and wrapping around your waist, gasping at the suddenness. Did not block the view of your breasts, which Yoongi appreciated. Your ass was firmly against his crotch. He glanced at the mirror, admiring the image. Your hard nipples pointing down, your head lifting, the trace of a smile, and he faintly smiled back, his left hand sliding down your spine.

Such a pretty face.

Then Yoongi forcefully pushed his middle and ring finger into your pussy.

His smile turned into an open-mouthed smirk as you whined, biting your lower lip and shivering, pushing back against his hand. He liked the feeling of your walls closing in, wet and tight and powerful, enjoyed your pussy clinging to him, body pleading for more. He twisted his right hand to strengthen the one thing holding you up, tugging on the velvet glove so your back was forced to arch, open mouth and thin moan, widening your stance to keep still. He thrust hard and slow, aiming for that aching depth.

Yoongi knew what he was, and he was a sadist.

“Want a dick in your holes, don’t you?” he murmured. He flexed his fingers inside you and your lashes fluttered, pushing back against him to fight his rhythm. Trying to entice him to go faster.

“P... Please…”

He stopped.

“Answer the question.”

Breathless, begging, your beautifully strained face looking at him in the mirror. “Yes, Yoongi, I want a dick in my holes, any of them, please.”

He liked a good listener.

Yoongi let himself smile for you, calm and serene.

His eyes flickered to the other part of the room, to where Jeon Jungkook was watching, out of his blazer and dress shirt now, slacks unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. Muscular chest, defined arms, the heavily inked right arm fully on display. The shift in attention made Jungkook’s gaze snap to Yoongi’s, those dark brown eyes narrowing, silver lip ring gleaming on the edge of pursed lips.

Nothing to say.

Yoongi pressed his index fingertip to that tight ring of muscle and eased it into you ass as he stared at Jungkook, amused as he spotted the subtle widening of those brown eyes, then the swift recollection of composure, the obvious twitching bulge in his pants giving him away. But Yoongi continued to say nothing, sliding his pinky into your pussy as well, and now he thrust his left hand into your holes, a devious gratification growing in his chest as you moaned and grinded back against his knuckles. There was a reason he asked if you wanted a dick in your holes. You had replied satisfactorily that you came ready to fuck.

No wasted words.

He fingered your ass and pussy with his attention directed to Jungkook.

Hard.

Deep.

Forcing you to fill the penthouse with your cries, Yoongi!

“Tch.”

Again, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t entirely an uncertainty.

The younger male jerked his gaze away and stepped past him, not saying anything even though Yoongi heard him loud and clear. He kept his expression away from Jungkook to avoid smugly smirking in his face, that would be too much, but Yoongi knew exactly what was happening. He could hear the zipper, feel the ripple in your body, see from his periphery Jungkook grabbing your chin and lifting your head, your right arm immediately clutching Jungkook’s naked hip to hold yourself up, barely a moment to open your mouth before his hard cock shoved right between your lips.

Yoongi turned his head back, keeping his face neutral as he increased the speed just a little, finally giving you what you wanted.

“Suck,” Jungkook growled.

Yes, Yoongi enjoyed a lust-driven, violent composition.

He savored the way your pussy and ass sucked his fingers in, felt his cock throb as he hit all the right spots and made you moan around Jungkook’s length, watching you swallowing that thick shaft even deeper with that tattooed hand behind your head. Jungkook thrust down your throat with a hiss, chest rippling with exertion, your black velvet-covered hand splayed against tan skin, gripping the younger man’s hip as all three of your holes were used.

You whined in your ribcage and came all over Yoongi’s fingers, hips flinching and twitching, but he merely tugged sharply on your glove, hearing seams shudder, and kept going. In. Out. In, out. Faster, harder, matching Jungkook’s pace, seeing those dark brown eyes fixated on your face to watch you blow him desperately, and it wasn’t enough for Yoongi so he removed his middle finger from your pussy and shoved it into your ass instead.

He saw your shoulders jerk and heard the whining wail being shoved back into your chest.

“Don’t you dare stop just because hyung is fucking you. Take it.”

Yoongi let go of the glove and dug his fingers into your hip, forcing your ass back into his hand, and your suddenly free hand flew to Jungkook’s thigh, throwing the glove aside, fervently moving your head back and forth, lips soft, throat tight, Yoongi knew it all once he saw Jungkook’s eyes close and his head tip back. Lips parting, the mole underneath them quivering, the previously slicked-back black hair now becoming unkempt and disheveled.

I created this.

And it filled him with pride, and Yoongi knew pride was a sin, and so was the primal pleasure clearly displayed between bodies. Sex dripping everywhere, down your legs, down Yoongi’s hand, down your chin, over Jungkook’s balls, closer, closer, closer, ah, yes, and Yoongi didn’t care, he didn’t give a fuck how many sins he committed, didn’t care about anything but seeing the shameless ecstasy consume those handsome features, sharp clenched jaw, your name in a vicious snarl, Jungkook thrusting his hips forward and down, spilling into your throat as your body shook and you came again, orgasm spilling down your thighs, all over Yoongi’s knuckles. Viscous nectar and throbbing flinches, whimpering at the intensity, unable to speak with Jungkook’s cock still fully sheathed in your hot, wet tightness.

Your cum was on his suit.

Good.

He flexed his fingers and you moaned, gurgling and messy, swallowing so you could breathe.

Jungkook was panting.

Heavy and ravenous.

“Open your mouth.”

You did, and tattooed fingers tangled in your ponytail, yanking your head back, leaving your dangling tongue in the air and Yoongi saw that Jungkook was still hard, the tip purple-head and swollen. He wrapped his other hand around the length, smacking the head of his cock against your outstretched tongue, the sound visceral and obscene.

“Good girl.”

Jungkook looked up, making eye contact and grinning devilishly.

How fun.

Yoongi smirked, pressing his fingers into your ass.

Jungkook made you ride him with your hands tied behind your back, using your velvet gloves to bind your wrists. Toyed with your nipples the entire time, pinching and tugging as you drove him into you again and again, gasping at how hard he was and his self-satisfied expression, so pleased with his power that it made you wetter, clenching your core to be good for him, massaging his length with every roll of your hips. You dug your knees into the mattress and gave him your all, unable to speak, all oxygen used to keep up the intense, fierce pace.

You stared into the fire, into Jungkook’s eyes glittering with dangerous desire.

Silvery shivers down your spine as he purred your name.

Aggressive, possessive, obsessive.

His hands on your hips, strongly sinking his fingers into the softness and ramming his crotch up into you, making you gasp and moan at the abrupt change, but that brief moment was all you got, suddenly helpless in his hands as he fucked you from below. Loud wet smacks echoing in the large room, even the bed protesting in creaks. Rough, deep, there, nerves singed with passionate flame, spine arching and throwing your head back, hair flying everywhere, sensitive nipples pointing up, your eyes rolling back and Jungkook’s stiff length jerking inside you. Low groan and final slap of hips to crotch, your shuddering pussy wrapping around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom.

Your GOOD LUCK tattoo flush against his v-line.

Couldn’t breathe.

You saw a white hotel towel being tossed onto the bed and then a pale hand reached out, deft fingers wrapping around your neck.

Now the blood was becoming thin, the afterglow reaching new heights as Yoongi choked you, leaning down to kiss your open mouth. Your lipstick had been wiped away earlier, basically gone after blowing Jungkook, but Yoongi seemed to prefer it that way, nicking his teeth against your plush lower lip and humming softly.

“Breathe.”

He released your neck and a wretched whine shot out of your lungs, ferocious rush of blood and oxygen mixed with the high slamming into you again, either because you weren’t able to fully enjoy the previous one or because Yoongi’s power was so potent that arousal spiked immediately.

It was probably both.

Drawn-out, strained moan, almost collapsing if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s strong hold and Jungkook’s hands on your waist, holding your violently trembling body up, you struggling to catch your breath, adrenaline ricocheting through your veins, strung-out on the back-to-back orgasms and wanting more. More, because the limit was never enough, more, because you couldn’t get enough of Yoongi, more, because you couldn’t get enough of Jungkook, more, because you liked pain and nothing mattered but Yoongi lowering you onto Jungkook’s chest. More. Whimpering as the cock slipped out of you, but there was nothing to worry about as Yoongi held the condom down and Jungkook lifted you easily, bringing your hard nipples to his waiting, insatiable mouth.

“Look at me.”

Your vision was hazy and saturated with lust, gazing down into those wicked eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful tied up.”

You felt Yoongi fit his knees around Jungkook’s waist and felt him slide into you, hard and getting harder, ripped-open condom packet scraping against your knee, your lashes fluttering at the girth or was it Jungkook’s lips on your chest, sensitive and overstimulated, losing yourself in the rising intensity. Lost in the way every brutal thrust pitched you forward and tugged your aching nipples in between Jungkook’s teeth and his pinched fingers, in the way one of Yoongi’s hands gripped your ass and the other slapped it, stinging open palm across your skin causing you to nearly scream, needles of hurt weaving into blinding bliss, your bound forearms straining against black velvet, so g-good, so good you threw your body back into Yoongi’s hard cock, amplifying it all. This was not for everyone but it was all for you, moans and pants and low hiss, shivers and sucking and spanks, wet, filthy, loud, possessed by explicit feral lust.

Clawing for the purity of pleasure in the most impure of ways.

“Cum, now.”

Yoongi growled with just the right inflection of menacing and visceral want. All you had been holding back burst, fucked-out cry straight to the ceiling and your core snapping, your pussy throbbing and drenching Yoongi’s twitching cock with your release, your cum soaking onto his thighs, clinging everywhere. Your knees gave out, sinking down and smearing your sweet-sour stickiness onto Jungkook’s abs, his lustful groan heating your collarbones, hot and heavy, your heartbeat roaring in your ears, racing pleasure shooting up and down your prickling limbs.

“Y-Yoongi… m-my…”

Could barely communicate, let alone breathe, but Yoongi was experienced, immediately tugging at the knots, practically ripping the seams. Less than a second and your arms were freed, into Jungkook’s waiting hands, gently coaxing your sore muscles with massaging fingertips, pressing his lips to your shaking throat.

“Shhh…”

It was not always important to say the right thing.

Sometimes the right touch said such much more than what could be held in quotation marks.

You felt Jungkook’s tongue tracing, leaving a wet line on your skin. Tipped your head down. Eye to eye, dark brown orbs glittering underneath his wild hair. Black diamonds framed by onyx curls, a ferocity refined, and he captured your lips again, your sigh eaten by his hunger, righting your knees once again as you heard the rip of another foil packet, reaching back to spread your ass.

Below, the crowd cheered, botanical confetti raining down amongst the bodies as midnight struck.

Yoongi slid into your tight ass as Jungkook thrust his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands snaking down between your bodies, harshly rubbing your clit with every rough thrust, and it must be nice to be surrounded in materialism, all those pretty lights, pretty garments, pretty faces, must be nice but not as nice as orgasming while being choked by Jungkook’s inked hand and Yoongi burying his cock as deep as possible into your ass as he came with you, every twitch another tingling wave, every pulse a reminder that you were alive and feeling it.

There you were.

High above, messy hair, rolled-back eyes, open mouth and strangled moan, lost in the pleasure of your chosen pain.

Jungkook grinned, his silver lip ring gleaming in the dark.

“Pretty.”

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assortedvillainvault · 2 years

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For the ask game/prompt list, could you do a Davy Jones x reader with number 21, "Comforting touches" please? Thank you a lot!

(I hope it's okay that I'm requesting something again! Also I swear I had such a hard time deciding on the prompt because there are so many good ones, I was wondering whether I should try to pick one that might be more fitting or "realistic" for Davy, but I'm soft for him and couldn't resist💕)

This is so fucking precious yes absolsutely, s o f t time incoming for the sad octopus man:

Davy Jones x Reader, 'Comforting Touches'

Davy's love language is, funnily enough, touch.

But Davy is also -emotionally- very very stupid and very very stubborn.

So he's going to basically breathe down your neck when you're upset, and let his inner feelings duke it out while avoiding eye contact as hard as possible.

He knows exactly what he should do (hold you, stroke your hair, hide you under his coat) but he just can't make his arms mOVE-

When a crewmate steps around the corner and sees your tearstained face he literally snarls and barks for them to scarper back to work.

Amongst crying you let out a tiny giggle. His absent heart flip-flops in its chest.

"For someone cursed to be an octopus, you bark like a dog."

"...Seadog." he grumbles.

Once he's breached the touch barrier in his head, he's initiates it much more often in private.

Never with the crab claw, and with great pains not to touch you with the tentacle finger on his right hand, his favourite thing to do is stroke wisps of hair back from your forehead.

Once close however, his beard has a mind of its own.

Sometimes he catches it playing with your hair, stroking your face or wrapping idly around your neck without his input.

...to the point that when you move away it will try to cinch you tighter and sucker to your cheeks, much to Davy's unending mortification even when you laugh about your little sucker kisses later.

You have made peace with the slime. He hasn't been dry in 200 years.

For you to comfort him, the rules are slightly different.

Touch the crab claw, touch the crab claw~

No just generally touch him (in private pls), touch the monstrous parts of him without flinching, and do it often because he'll never ask.

Hug the sad man. Do it. He tastes like salt all the time, a little more needs no comment 🥲

Touch! His! Face!

I am deadly serious, stroke his cheeks, tangle your finders in his beard, boop his nonexistent nose and watch his eyebrows contort with confusion while you laugh.

FOREHEAD TOUCHES AAAAAAAAA-

Rest your forehead against his (maybe steal the hat first) everywhere. At the organ, during cuddles, resting in bed - the possibilities are endless and SOFT DAMMIT OUGH MY HEART.

#thalassa responds #thanks for the ask!#davy jones my beloved #disney villains #potc x reader #davy jones x reader #davy jones #villains x reader #forehead touches make me implode ok #the INTIMACY

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jujitto · 1 year

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. . . . . 친구 외에는 아무것도 ★ n o t h i n g b u t f r i e n d s

! pairing. song mingi × reader

! synopsis. they were nothing but friends! sure that’s what they always say. but is it actually true because friends don’t kiss, go on dates, or show each affection the way they do. so how are they just friends?!?

! warning. not proofread

! w/c. 2.6k

Everyone was confused. Because they thought Y/N and Mingi were just friends. But friends don't hug, kiss, go on dates and do the things couples do? So what exactly was happening? "You see it too, right?" Yeosang questioned as both he and Seonghwa looked at the two who held hands as they walked passed where they sat.

Seonghwa turned to look at him, "I think we all see it. But whenever we ask anything they tell us 'we are just friends'." Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Like we never heard that before." The pair continued to observe Y/N and Mingi not noticing as San and Wooyoung sat down on the opposite side of the table, curious about the ongoing discussion. San leaned in, his eyes fixated on Y/N and Mingi, and whispered to the others, "You know, I'm starting to realize something is going on between those two."

Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung turned towards the boy looking at him as he just realized what was going on. "You didn't think something was up when they kissed each other the other night when we were hanging out with them?" Wooyoung questioned as San held up his hands innocently.

San chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I thought it was just a friendly thing, you know? Sometimes friends get affectionate too." He shrugged, trying to downplay his obliviousness.

Yeosang smirked and playfully nudged San. "Sure, San. Friendly kisses, holding hands, and going on dates. Totally normal friend stuff." The sarcasm was evident in his voice.

Seonghwa joined in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, my friends and I do that all the time. It's just how we show platonic affection." He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of their reasoning.

San finally conceded, realizing that he might have missed the obvious signs. "Alright, alright, I may have been a little slow on the uptake. But why do you think they're keeping it a secret if they're into each other?" Wooyoung couldn’t help but shrug. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we just asked them?” “Ask who?” Y/N’s voice chimed in as she suddenly appeared behind the group, catching them by surprise.

The group turned to see Y/N standing there, a curious smile on her face. Mingi was nowhere in sight. Wooyoung stood from his seat wrapping his arms around the girl, “Y/N just the person we were looking for.” Y/N chuckled raising an eyebrow at his behavior. “If you were looking for me why didn’t you just walk across the room? I was sitting over there.” She exclaimed pointing to where she just came from.

Wooyoung grinned sheepishly, his arms still wrapped around Y/N. "Well, you know, we wanted to make it a bit dramatic," he said with a playful wink. "But on a serious note, we were talking about something interesting before you showed up." Y/N's curiosity was piqued as she took a seat with the group. "Oh? Do tell."

Seonghwa couldn't resist teasing her, "Oh, you know, just trying to decipher the enigma that is your relationship with Mingi." Y/N raised an eyebrow, clueless, "My relationship with Mingi? What's there to decipher? We're just friends."

San couldn't hold back a chuckle, "Come on, Y/N, you don't have to hide it from us. We've noticed the way you two act around each other." Y/N still held a confused look on her face. "Act around each other? We act like friends because we are friends."

Yeosang joined in, a knowing smile on his face, "Friends who hold hands and kiss each other, right?" Y/N could only shrug before looking at the four of them, "Well, sometimes friends can be affectionate too. It doesn't mean anything more than that."

“I told you!” San spoke standing from the table pointing fingers at the others. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. Wooyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly at her, “Nope I don’t believe it for a second. What about that kiss, huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, "It's just a friendly kiss. What's wrong with that? I swear guys it's nothing more than just a friendly kiss between two friends. Don't act like you guys haven't kissed your friend before." She pointed out crossing her arms over her chest.

The four of them couldn't help but look at each other in confusion before Seonghwa spoke up, "Let's say it was one of us right? Would you have done the same to us?" Y/N shrugged, thinking for a moment. “I mean if we were close.” All of them couldn't help but let their mouths drop open. Once again Woyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly, “Yah! Are we not close?!” Y/N’s eyes widened at the realization of what she just said. “You know that’s not what I meant. Me and Mingi are closer because we have known each other longer. Plus he’s my best friend. And you guys are like my brothers.”

Y/N’s explanation seemed to diffuse the tension as the group burst into laughter. “Y/N calm down, he’s just messing with you,” Seonghwa said with a chuckle patting her arm. “We just think it's funny how you and Mingi seem to have a special bond. But you are both denying the obvious.” Y/N glanced at Seonghwa with a raise of her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” She questioned looking at him as he looked at the others who wore a look of dumbfoundedness. Yeosang playfully elbowed Seonghwa, whispering to him, “I think she’s telling the truth.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the pair, suspicious of their exchanged glances. "Telling the truth about what?" she asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang looked at each other silently communicating before Seonghwa finally spoke up, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, we were just saying that maybe you and Mingi are just really close friends who happen to be more affectionate than usual."

Y/N chuckled, not fully buying their explanation. "Really? That's what you were discussing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. "Because it sounded like you were trying to imply something else." Wooyoung couldn't help but jump in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, we were all wondering if there's something more going on between you two."

Y/N laughed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You guys are hopeless, you know that?" She shook her head, but her smile betrayed her playfulness. “If something was going on between me and Mingi, I would tell you but there isn't.” Standing from the table Y/N sighed looking at the group, “You guys are impossible. I’ll say it again nothing is going on between us.” She spoke before leaving the room with a playful eye-roll, leaving the group still pondering the mysterious relationship between her and Mingi.

Later that evening, Y/N was hanging out with Mingi. Sitting on his lap applying a facial mask to his face as he continues to watch a movie on the TV. The events of the day had left her amused but also slightly intrigued. She couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be so fixated on the nature of her relationship with Mingi. As she gently smoothed the mask over his cheeks, she decided to bring it up with him.

"So, Mingi," Y/N began casually, "have you noticed that the others seem to think there's something more between us?"

Mingi turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “Are they wrong though? Is it wrong for them to assume when we do act like a couple? Doing things only for couples. Like when I kiss you or take you out on dates. Would it be wrong for me to want that?”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Mingi's words. ‘He wanted that? He wanted to be more than just friends?’ Her mind raced with thoughts and emotions, but she tried to remain composed.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, "Well, I guess it's not entirely wrong for them to assume, considering how we act around each other. But it's also not entirely accurate to call us a couple." Silence settled between them as Y/N finished applying the mask. As Y/N finished applying the mask, she settled back onto the couch beside Mingi, her mind still preoccupied with his words. She knew they had a unique and close bond, but she had never really considered the possibility of taking their relationship to a romantic level.

Mingi seemed lost in thought as well, his eyes fixed on the TV but clearly distracted. For the rest of the evening, the pair continued to watch the movie, but there was an underlying tension between them, a sense that something important was left unspoken. Y/N couldn't shake off Mingi's words about wanting more than just friendship. As much as she cherished their close bond, she found herself pondering the possibility of taking things further.

When it was time for Y/N to leave, Mingi leaned in to kiss her, but at the last second Y/N turned her head and his lips landed on her cheek instead. Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a mixture of fondness and uncertainty. "See you soon, Mingi," she said, giving him a small wave before heading out the door. Y/N’s mind was full of thoughts as she made her way to Yeosang’s and Seonghwa’s place.

The moment Seonghwa opened the door, Y/N immediately pointed her finger at him. “Now he wants something more. And I blame you.” Seonghwa looked taken aback but quickly composed himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me? What did I do now?" he asked innocently, although he knew exactly what Y/N was referring to.

Y/N entered the living room where Yeosang and Wooyoung were also present. She plopped down on the couch with a huff, crossing her arms. "You and your teasing earlier! Now Mingi's talking about wanting something more than just friendship," she said, trying to sound exasperated but failing to hide the hint of excitement in her voice.

Yeosang and Wooyoung exchanged amused glances while Seonghwa took a seat beside Y/N, looking slightly guilty. "Well, maybe it's a good thing he finally opened up about it," he said. "I mean, it's been pretty obvious to everyone for a while now."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, don't start with that again. You all are just seeing what you want to see." However, her playful denial couldn't fully hide the flutter of hope in her heart.

Yeosang joined the conversation, "To be fair, Y/N, it's not just us. Even San noticed something was going on between you two." Wooyoung chimed in, "Yeah, and we've all seen how much you both care for each other. It's not just 'friendly' affection."

Y/N sighed, laying her head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, "I know, it's just... I've never really thought of Mingi in that way before. He's been my best friend for so long, and I value our friendship so much. I'm just afraid that if we try to be more than friends and it doesn't work out, we might end up losing what we have."

Seonghwa put an arm around Y/N comfortingly, understanding her concerns. "I get it, Y/N. Taking that step from friendship to something more can be scary. But at the same time, it might also be the most rewarding thing if it works out."

Yeosang nodded in agreement, "You two already have a strong foundation of trust and understanding. If there's anyone who has the potential to make a romantic relationship work, it's you two."

Wooyoung added with a teasing grin, "And let's be real, the chemistry between you two is off the charts." Y/N sighed, swatting Wooyoung playfully. "Oh, please. You guys are just trying to mess with me." Seonghwa chuckled, "Maybe a little, but we also want to see you happy, Y/N. If Mingi makes you happy, then it's worth considering."

Y/N sighed, her thoughts still conflicted, ‘Maybe just think about it.’ She told herself. Days had gone by without Y/N talking to or hanging out with Mingi. She couldn't shake off the conversation she had with Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Wooyoung, nor could she ignore the feelings she had been trying to suppress. Every time she thought of Mingi, her heart raced, and her mind wandered to the possibility of taking their relationship to a new level.

One evening, unable to hold back her thoughts any longer, Y/N found herself outside Mingi's apartment, hesitating before knocking on the door. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was the first time she had seen him since their conversation about their "friendship," and she knew she needed to talk to him about her feelings.

Finally, she mustered up the courage and knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Mingi to open it, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there. "Hey, Y/N," he greeted, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Is everything okay?"

“No everything is not alright. It's your fault. Before you had told me that you wanted something more, I never really considered the possibility. But now, I can't stop thinking about that. Maybe some part of me had thought the kisses, the dates, everything was just us exploring our affectionate side as friends, but deep down, I think I was afraid to entertain the idea that there might be something more between us," Y/N confessed, her voice filled with a mix of nerves and honesty.

Y/N shook her head grabbing Mingi's hand, pulling him closer to her. "God I hate feeling so sentimental so I'm just going to say it. Song Mingi, I love you. Perhaps I have always been in love with you. But maybe I was too dumb to see it but yeah. I'm in love with you.” She spoke looking up into his eyes as he looked at her with so much warmth in his eyes. Cupping her face with his hands, Mingi smiled tenderly at Y/N.

Leaning in, Mingi pressed a soft and lingering kiss on Y/N's lips. It felt like a confirmation of all the unspoken emotions they had both been carrying. Y/N's heart fluttered, and she returned the kiss, feeling the weight of uncertainty lift from her shoulders.

"I love you too, Y/N," Mingi whispered against her lips, his voice full of sincerity. "I've loved you for so long, but I didn't want to push you or risk our friendship. But hearing you say it... it's like a dream come true."

With their feelings finally out in the open, Y/N and Mingi took the leap together, crossing the threshold from friends to something more. They spent the evening talking and laughing, sharing stories about their journey as friends and realizing how their feelings for each other had been subtly growing all along.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself wrapped in Mingi's arms, feeling a newfound sense of completeness. It was as if everything had fallen into place, sure they may have taken forever to realize it when everyone around them could see it, but it didn't matter now. They were finally on the same page, and it felt right.

And when they finally told the others about them finally getting together Y/N could see how happy they were to finally hear that admitted their feelings, especially after the two of them had been completely obvious. And of course, they wouldn’t be their friends without teasing them but to Y/N, their teasing had brought a smile to her face because she knew even though they were teasing them deep down inside they’re happy for them. And that mattered most to her.

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{It's 3 AM I'll probably draw something better tomorrow or something}

"Oh, I know Blaze! I wrote a whole profile about it 'cause Professor Pete asked me to! He said it's kind of suspicious, but I think he's overreacting..." Lucky Felix gestured towards her computer, "But this little profile program thingy is pretty cool! Check it out!"

WARNING: 19 errors detected. Please resolve all errors.

BASIC INFO

Name: Blaze Tru Justice

Birthday: ERROR: Could not retrieve data.

Age: 24

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: any

Sexuality: Pansexual ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

EXTRA INFO

Where they live: ERROR: Could not retrieve data

Typ× o• hou$e;

F!na^(ial s%atπ$;

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Unique mannerisms: Blaze always keeps its collar closed, and it will often hide in it when it blushes. They're also known t∆ occasi•nall¥ h&d√ ?=$iπ ERROR: File corruption detected. Please contact Professor Pete for support.

BACKSTORY

Why would I tell you about that? ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

PRESENT

Hobbies: Chatting with Toons, trying new stuff, using gags ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Current lifestyle: ERROR: Could not retrieve data.

FUTURE

Goals: Make lots of friends! ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Expectations from others: ERROR: Entry missing data.

PERSONALITY

Incredibly friendly to all Toons- a reformed and rehabilitated Cog. Eager to make friends. ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: ERROR: Entry missing data.

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Friends: ERROR: Entry missing data.

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Love interest: Lucky Felix ERROR: Edited data from unauthorized personnel detected.

Relations to love interests: ERROR: Entry missing data.

Enemies: ERROR: Entry missing data.

Background on enemies: ERROR: Entry missing data.

"W-wait, what?! Where did everything I wrote go...?"

Everything below this is out of character!

Meet Blaze, my new Insider OC! She's working for C.O.G.S., Inc. by gathering intel on the Toons. Her assignment is supposed to last for 3 years, and during this time she's supposed to play the role of a reformed Cog 24/7 even when nobody's looking just in case somebody actually is. This means all reporting must be done at the end of the 3 year period and no contact with C.O.G.S., Inc. is permitted during this time except to play the role of reformed Cog.

He was surprisingly easily able to deceive the Toons into thinking he was reformed, and he found that many of them were eager to form friendships. He also noticed a Toon named Lucky Felix had very obviously caught romantic feelings for him, so he pretended to feel the same way since she had a lot of ties to Resistance Rangers and he wanted to get her to talk.

Sometimes they wonder if they're a monster for not feeling any guilt for deceiving so many Toons, but those thoughts don't last long because they just shrug it off. They've also found that pretending to care about Toons feels like playing a stealth game every waking moment of their life... and it's exhilarating!

#ttcc #toontown #corporate clash #toontown corporate clash #blaze tru justice #ttcc insider

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• N E J I x H I N A T A • R A T E D E • 1 0 K W •

S U M M A R Y:

'Talk to her!' Lee's words still rang in his mind, and he wondered if he actually should. Shame and guilt have the tendency to consume one's soul. How far can a gesture or a series of them compensate for the sins of the past? And will the sufferer be able to accept the atonement given or will they succumb to the guilt and heaviness of those emotions? Could Neji and Hinata relink a relationship that is plagued by the ghost of the past? Prompt 1: Dry Humping

✦ A O 3 - F F . N E T ✦

Peculiar Considerations For Atonement

Part 1: Adagio

Late September.

Lee had always struggled with his alcohol intake and had decided to take his low resistance seriously.

He could be a liability in a mission if someone slipped something into his drink and, as a preventive measure, he had taken his drinking into his hands. Or more accurately, into his and Neji's hands. He had convinced Neji to train him, making him his drinking buddy. And, in one of those fortuitous drinking nights, his friend had mentioned liking someone. Neji had always been very private, he never talked about relationships, much less who he liked. Lee hadn't wanted to lose such an opportunity, he didn’t stop bugging Neji about who the girl was or whether he had talked to her ever since.

Nothing was going to stop Lee's youthful desire to discover his friend's secret love. Neji had been well aware of Lee's tactics, waiting for him to get drunk enough to slip up again.

"So? "

"So what Lee?" He asked, irritated.

"Tell me! "

"I don't have to tell you anything " He tried to sound more threatening than he knew he would.

"So you haven't?... But! What about..."

"If you continue talking. I swear I'll kill you!"

One drunken evening, that had been all Lee needed to make Neji talk.

"Ah man, so you are not telling me about her and worse than that, you are not telling her about your feelings, the flame of your youth is going to dim when she goes out with another guy" Lee said while sipping the sake.

"I told you I don't want to talk about it"

"But why not? Common man! We cannot talk about missions because they are confidential, we cannot talk about your clan because that's too convoluted" He complained. "I will tell you about my love if you tell me about yours" He said in a velvety manner, seeing how it had no effect on him when trying to persuade him "I don't want to get drunk just because! At least, let's make it worthwhile!"

"I can't!", said Neji angrily. "Plus, we all know that you love Sakura. But regardless of how much you fight, that's a long-lost battle. You are just fighting for nothing.

"Tou are wrong, my friend! That's the thing, don’t you see? I can still enjoy the beauty of these heartfelt and youthful emotions, even if they are not corresponded”

“You are not letting it die, aren't you?" Lee's sardonic smile confirmed his stubbornness, not letting him off the hook. Neji sighted, he was usually more strongly-willed than this, but he felt the tiredness sinking into him, he didn't know where to start or what to say without letting much information out.

"So?"

"Ok, ok... She - She's one of us"

"Uuuh , a fellow kunoichi from the Leave then. Do I know her?" Neji just stared blankly at him, but after so many years in each other's lives Lee had learned to read his facial expressions, and didn't feel any kind of intimidation anymore.

"I'll take that as a yes!" he said pointing a finger at him. "Next question! Have you given her anything?"

He sighted.

"Ye-es…"

‘I gave her a heart failure ’, he thought morbidly. He could feel his friend gaze scrutinizing him once again.

Despite what people thought, Lee was more perceptive than he let on, and people usually took him for granted. Neji knew him, and as naturally cautious as he was, he knew Lee would get the information out of him one way or another. It was only a matter of time.

"Wait, you said that you... can't ? You can't talk about your mysterious lady?" Neji saw the moment Lee had caught him, deduced him, read him. A mix of surprise, shock and confusion was coursing through his face, making him groan.

‘Goddammit. I really need to start drinking less! ’, he thought. They had finished one bottle and were only halfway through the second one, said barely 4 words about the matter and deadpanned the whole way through the conversation, in the hopes of not being discovered. But it hadn’t been enough, that was everything Lee had needed.

He saw his intentions, clear about saying something regarding the matter. But before he could say anything...

"Fuck you Lee!"

"Neejii!" he said giggling. The alcohol always made him laugh "My dearest and most esteemed friend and rival, you certainly are a complicated person. I'll give you that" Neji started rubbing his eyes half-heartedly with the heel of his free hand, wanting to let out some of his frustration "So , what was it that you gave he-… Oh, man! Common! Don’t be like this!”

"This is why I didn't want to talk about it! It's complicated, and dangerous, and... We both know I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this, not after everything between us. What I almost did, the whole intention of it. It's shameful. And, a disgrace. The only reason why I am alive, it's because of how it happened. Never before had three senseis and a referee interjected a duel"

Lee kept a poker face while listening to his friend, not wanting to make him feel judged, but deep down he knew he was right. If the fight had happened outside the chunin exams, he would have been sentenced to a painful death.

The rules of the clan were absolute, and he had had too much anger inside him. And although he had worked on his issues and his temper, and the relationship with the lady had improved. He had never had the watchful eyes of the clan taken off of him.

"Well, my friend, I shall drink this one for our ladies! May them rule our hearts in the most benevolent way!"

"Cheers" Neji toasted dejectedly, raising his cup of sake to Lee’s and drinking it.

He had to thank the fact that she was such a good person.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

"Are you sure that you can go up the stairs?"

"Yeah, man! Worry not. I am now better at this! Thanks for sharing a cup with me."

"Yeah, well. I'm the only one who has been able to handle your drunken fist, so I guess it has to be me"

"Ha! You wish!” He said between hiccups. “Only once and by pure luck, three years ago. You're just pure tell but can't show up for shit! Same time next week?"

"Maybe, if neither of us is on a mission. I'll pay for the first bottle"

"You ?"

"Don't start or you'll pay for both!"

"Ok, ok. I'll shut up" Neji started walking away towards the district.

"HEY NEJI!" Lee screamed from where he was "TALK TO HER!" Neji scoffed, Lee had improved, but he still got really really drunk.

The moon was beautiful that night, it was full but blurred by a dense layer of thick clouds, dimming its light.

‘Talk to her’

Lee's words still rang in his mind, and he wondered if he actually could.

A part of him wished that they were closer.

Maybe he could...

‘NO!’

Definitely not. What was he thinking? He was being delusional. And at this point he didn't know if he needed a stronger drink before going to sleep, or simply sober up and never drink again.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

He walked straight into the kitchen, still undecided between that last drink or some aspirin, but to his surprise it was not empty. Hinata was there, and apparently she had also thought about having a drink before going to sleep. ‘Correction. That is more than simply a drink ’ he thought after noticing the big bottle of sake resting in the middle of the table.

"Neji-onisama!" she said surprised, feeling like a little child who had been discovered in the middle of a naughty prank. The fact that she was drinking on her own, made her self-conscious. She felt as if she had been doing something illicit. Neji was petrified, Hinata was the last person that he wanted to see while being drunk.

"Hi... Hinata-Sama. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I-I was coming for a glass of water" he improvised while willing his words out of his body. Still surprised by her presence. The alcohol had affected his most perceptive ninja skills "I will get a glass and be... be on my way"

"Wait! Can... can you sit and have a cup with me?" he could not refuse her. Especially when he could see the need for companionship in her eyes.

"I'd be honored" he formally replied while she served him some sake.

She sighted.

"Are you ok?" He tried to analyze her demeanor closely but failed, his mind too hazy and only a couple of brain cells were working at a time.

"I... um... yeah. I am just tired and needed something strong before going to sleep" her eyes were glued to the cup of sake in her hand. She was deep in thought, her eyelids almost closed. The bottle was not halfway through yet, but she had pulled out a big one. So, she must have drunk quite a bit before his arrival, and to her credit, she didn't look as if she was that deep into her cups.

He finished his drink while she was mechanically raising her hand, going for the bottle once again, getting ready to serve herself yet another shot. Slowly grazing his hand over hers, he subtly indicated to her to stop drinking for tonight, since he could see the tiredness reflected under her eyes.

"Please" he said trying to call her attention "let me escort you back to your room Hinata-sama". She squinted her eyes, not breaking eye contact, and for a moment he felt a rumble in his chest where everything mixed: his feelings, the sensation of his hand over hers, and the fire in her eyes. She stood up, leaving the bottle open in the middle of the table, determined to not look back at him once again.

Neji walked through the wooden corridors and everything was spinning around him, he followed the wobbly steps of Hinata, but if that was his perception or her actual footing, he couldn't say. He walked behind her until the door to her room was visible.

"You are relieved from your duties tonight" the sluggish iciness of her voice was something he had not expected from her. What just happened? He was confused. They hadn't talked that much, and in his mind they had shared what he could call a comfortable silence, hadn’t they? She had never dismissed him. Ever. Or anyone else, as far as he remembered. The distant and impersonal dismissal made him more uncertain. She had never talked to him in such a distant manner.

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Next morning.

He was still feeling the effects of the drinks, with his head still spinning. The sun hadn't come out yet. He must have slept 4 hours tops. And although it was still early, he didn't feel like training at all. Lee would be out after all the shots he had drunk, that was for sure.

He tried remembering last night’s details. Trying to make sense about last night's Hinata, and the rarity of the circumstances. She had been so surprised when he got into the kitchen, she had reacted so skittish when he got there, and she had already gotten drunk, drinking half a bottle on her own... ‘ Why? ’. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her drinking, at least not like that. She had always gone for one or two shots, especially when she was invited to the Inuzuka parties. But last night… her demeanor, body language and posture had been narrating a different story. And the worst part was that she had been drinking alone. That made him feel uneasy. Was that something she did frequently, or had something happened?

‘God, I need a painkiller ’. He looked through his medicine cabinet and pulled out some tablets. Gulping down two at the same time.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

By the time she entered the kitchen around 6 am, he had already prepared some steamed rice, sides, miso and was now frying some fish.

"Morning Neji-onisama,” she sounded a little sleepy, “that fish smells good. Do you need help?"

"Good Morning Hinata-sama, please sit. I'll be done in a minute"

"I would have thought you on the training grounds at this hour"

"I - I usually would be. You are right"

"But...?"

"But I have a terrible headache, it seems like I drank much more from what I can stand. How about you?"

"I'm - I'm a little... I don't know, not fully dizzy, but not fully ok"

"Here" he said, extending the capsule and a glass of water.

"Oh, thanks. This, this is very thoughtful of you"

"You can start drinking the water but, please, wait for the food before taking the pill. Otherwise, you might hurt your stomach"

"Thank you" she said with a shadow of a smile gracing her face.

Neji started serving the food while Hinata drank some of the water. The bubbly texture of the drink made her open her eyes surprised, lowering her glass and she stared into it trying to put two and two together despite the haziness of her mind.

"Did you put a seltzer in the water?"

"Um, well... I thought that - that you could wake up with a stomach ache" he could feel the blood running up his face. She smiled fully after his answer, and it was the most beautiful sight an early morning could bring him. She stood up from the table and went around it. And once she stood in front of him, she bowed.

"Thank you for being so thoughtful with me today. I'll set the table, so we can have breakfast" He eyes followed her moving around the kitchen, still in disbelief, paralyzed. Musing in the warmth he felt in the depth of his chest.

They ate in silence, but unlike last night, his head was now mostly clear and Hinata seemed to be enjoying what she was tasting.

"Can I ask something?" he dared himself, he felt that he had to know. They were not friends but maybe, maybe, he could show her that she could talk to him.

"Yes, of course", she answered expectantly.

"Did - did something happen last night?"

"Oh..." she felt her cheeks beating hard, remembering the events of the day before, "well..." looking for the appropriate words seemed like a struggle. "It's quite embarrassing, actually… I - I was back from a date"

‘A date ?’. He tried assimilating the idea, and he knew he shouldn't be surprised. After all it was Hinata, with everything that she represented and was, she was bound to have suitors pursuing her, it was inevitable. But the surprising part for him was that she had actually gone out with someone, since she was usually timid. And, she had been secluding herself for almost two years now.

"And… was it a good one?" He cringed internally at himself. What kind of question was that one?! He certainly didn’t know how to continue a conversation like that. From all the things that could be discussed, Hinata’s love life had never been one of those. He felt as if he was crossing a boundary, invading her privacy. It felt inappropriate and invasive, every fiber of his body was screaming at him, telling him that he was not the person she ought to have that conversation with. Deep down he could only hope to not make Hinata’s embarrassment any greater, especially not at the expense of his curiosity.

"I wish" she simply said, and he wondered if he should ask more about it? or- "I finally had a date with Naruto-kun” her low tone indicated more than the words itself. “It wasn't at all as I had imagined it would be. I mean, he was nice, but... I don't know… I had been so excited and had spent hours getting ready for it. But I don't think he would ever be able to understand what it feels like to be part of a family like ours. Can you imagine that he said he would come and tell us to change our traditions?" She looked genuinely sad, the pressure of being the heir and now head of a noble clan weighing her down. He wanted to say something, but he knew that anything he said could end up sounding patronizing. “I just couldn't help but feel that we would have such a perfect date after years of wanting one, and while I'm happy I took the courage to ask him out... I - I - feel like a silly little girl"

"You asked Naruto out?" To say he was astounded would be an understatement "I feel congratulations are in order, then".

"Please, don't make fun of me, Neji-onisama. I feel bad enough already" she looked like she was about to bolt, she had started collecting the dishes in an attempt to escape the kitchen. Ready to recoil.

"No, wait!" he grabbed her wrist from across the table "Please sit, I didn't want to make you feel on the spot. It's just that...” She audibly heard him exhale, trying to find the appropriate words, “You always wanted to go out with him, and you asked him out. I commend you for your bravery" she wasn't looking at him, embarrassment fogging the previous brightness of her eyes.

"Well...” she said defeatedly “at least the ramen was really tasty"

"Was your date at Ichiraku?" He asked incredulously.

She nodded, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second, covering her face. "Ino will kill me when I tell her. She thinks that Ichiraku isn't the place for a date".

He regarded her for a second and blurted a “Is there a place where you'd like to go?” before noticing. And he couldn’t lie to himself, the reality was that he was curious. He had never thought about the places she would like to visit. Nor dared to imagine the possibility of ever going out with her. He couldn't fool himself, there was a social gap dividing them. Letting his thoughts drift that way was dangerous. It would be considered an insolence, since she was a member of the main family.

"I guess, I would like to go to a place that wasn't one I have visited almost every day for more than 10 years, a place where I go all the time with my team. I want to do something different... Something special" He could see that. Her craving for something new and different to happen when you are constricted by the rules of a strict family like theirs, was more than understandable. They all did it, in one way or another they all looked for ways of escaping the harshness of their reality.

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Mid-October

“Excuse me, Hinata-Sama. Something has been delivered for you” said Kaya.

A white envelope with no signature had been given to her, and inside, there was... a gift card?

She looked confused at the colorful card. It had the name of a place she vaguely seemed to remember.

She checked the paper again, as if checking it once again would make a name appear, the harder she started to do it. But despite her effort the paper remained as blank as it had been when she had received it.

She never received anything.

Who would have sent it?

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

"Hinata-chan! How's your day going?"

"Ino-chan! Sakura-chan! Thank you for coming!"

"So? What's today's plan?"

"Actually, I'm... not sure. I received a card for a place called... La... Lade-Ladu"

"LADURÉE???" Screamed Ino and Sakura excitedly at the same time. Hinata was a little stunned by how loud her friends had reacted.

"Ok, enough. Tell us! Who is it?"

"Who is who?"

"Oh common! Don’t play coy. Your boyfriend, of course!" asked Sakura "Who's your boyfriend?"

"I don't have one, you girls know that"

"Commooon, don't be shy! You can tell us" said Ino.

"No. I'm serious... I - I don't know who sent it" the last was said in a really quiet voiced “Kaya-san gave me the envelope a week ago, and I wasn't sure if it was really for me, I asked her more than once if it she was sure, and she was vehement about it, but I cannot imagine who or why I was sent something like this”

"Argh! Not you too then!” Ino groaned.

“Me too?” she didn’t understand.

"I don't want to sound as if I'm stealing your moment but... I've also been receiving random gifts from time to time. And I have never been able to figure out who is the one sending me things", said Sakura

Ino sighed "You girls are so lucky, I only get bad dates. I'm so tired of 'what's your rank?', 'Where did you go on your last mission?', 'Do you belong to a clan?' over and over and over again” Ino stopped ranting for a second “This place opened not long ago, so it must be someone who considers you special. I've been dying to come ever since they opened. But enough is enough, don't let me bring down the mood, let's get some macarons!"

"Macarons?" Hinata was puzzled by the whole thing.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

"Thanks for walking me back, girls" Hinata bowed when she was at the gates of the Hyuga district. "It was a lovely afternoon".

"Thanks to your boyfriend! It was very delicious, can't wait to go again!" Said Ino.

"Have a nice night Hinata-chan" said Sakura, bidding goodbye to her friend.

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Tea Nation

"Don't you think I sent it too soon?" For once, Neji was deeper into his cups, and Lee was actually surprised of seeing him so flustered "I mean, she looked so distraught and embarrassed after her date with Naruto, I just couldn't not do something "Lee saw his friend lamenting while drowning down the rest of his cup.

"Don't worry Neji! Did you send it the next day?"

"No, of course not. I thought about it some days before deciding to get the card."

"You see, don't stress out! It'll be alright" Lee served him a little bit more liquor, if anyone needed to have liquid courage at this moment, it was certainly his friend "So have you thought about giving her something else?"

"In fact, I have" He said while gracing the cup over his lips covering a shy smile.

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Late October

"Hinata-sama" Kaya called her attention "There’s a new envelope for you".

Roughly two weeks had already passed since the first envelope arrived. And this one was a very similar one. It was blank, no label nor penmanship. She tried scrutinizing it even further. Who could it be? She mused.

“Byakugan” She activated her blood limit. She wanted to detect the faint traces of chakra left by the sender. Maybe she would be able to see something that gave her a clue about this person. But to no avail, nothing could be read out of the paper.

She pursed her lips, thinking.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

"Kyaaa!!!! Hinata-chan!!! This is amazing, Just what I needed!"

"Ino is so right" said Sakura "I hadn't come to the hot springs in a hot second, this is so nice!!"

"I'm happy that you are enjoying this!"

"We really need to get Ino a secret admirer, that way we can go to more restaurants and cafés" continued Sakura jokingly.

"Do you really have no idea? Absolutely no idea who these men sending you gifts are?"

"I really don't" said Hinata thinking about those closer to her "I know Kiba-kun and Shino-kun are not the kind to be giving gifts"

"Yeah, I don't even want to talk about mine, they are a lost cause", said Sakura.

"Yeah, I bet mine are part of that group... Actually no, I could see Choji doing so, he doesn't deserve to be grouped with Shika’s lazy ass, I know he could never" Ino was taking the question very seriously "so no one in team 7, 8 or 10... and the cards, gifts and flowers you guys receive are usually nice, like really nice! So I'd say that they have to be top ninjas who get high ranking missions regularly"

"I mean, that doesn't really narrow down the list, there are still lots of Jounin or ANBU who could be in a position where they can give you nice presents" Sakura contemplated. The girls tried to think of other ways to continue narrowing down the list but the only thing they knew was that no one on their teams could be responsible.

Gasp

"What Hinata? What?" asked Sakura.

"What are the possibilities of both you and I, receiving gifts from admirers simultaneously?!" asked Hinata

"What if they are friends?!" Followed Ino.

Understanding flashing through their faces.

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Early November

He could listen to the sounds coming from the kitchen. A bitter and warm smell flowing in the air, tea was being prepared. The closer he got to the kitchen, the more he could listen to the water boiling and the slightly warmer temperature.

"Tadaima Hinata-sama" he said once he saw the woman he had fallen in love with in front of the stove.

"Neji-onisama, okaerinasai! I am preparing tea, would you like some, or would you like water?"

"I'll wait for the tea, thanks. It smells really nice. How have you been?"

"I've been well. I even had the chance to go out with the girls while you were on mission"

"Yeah? Where to?"

"We went to a frent pâtisserie, a new place in the village. We ate macarons"

"Macarons?" He asked quizzically, feigning ignorance, curious about whether she had had a good time.

"Yes! They are these little cookies that..." for a moment, her words couldn't reach him. He was entranced by the glint in her eyes. It was a stark difference compared to the previous time he had seen her, almost a month ago.

"I'm glad to hear you had a good time"

"Yeah! It was really nice. We also went to an onsen. It was very relaxing, it had been a while since we had the opportunity to go together since we had been going and coming back from different missions and Sakura working at the hospital" she said while pouring the prepared tea in a cup "be careful, it's quite hot"

"Thank you very much, Hinata-sama"

"Please tell me about your mission, how was it?"

"It was good, I went to several villages in the south near the Wood Nation. Originally it was supposed to be a solo mission, but then Lee was sent to support me, so it was nice to have a familiar face with me. Even if it means enduring his endless energy"

"Did you see anything interesting?"

"Not much to be honest, but" he stopped for a second and turned around to his backpack and from it, he pulled out a small package "I thought... you might like this"

The fruity smell of the box reached her. The box read ‘Peach oolong Tea’ and he saw her take the tea pack with both hands, closing her eyes as her hands pulled the box closer to her nose, slowly breathing the sweet essence it emanated. He couldn't hear it, but he saw her chest rise up and down with a breath; inhaling, appreciating the subtle notes in the sweet smell.

"I hope you like it, Hinata-sama" he saw her face change instantly, her shoulders looked tense again "Are you ok?"

"Uh, am, yeah, sorry." she smiled, but now it looked force "I'll prepare some tomorrow and tell you how it tasted"

"Oh...ok” now Neji was feeling tense himself “I..." he wanted to save the conversation, but was unsure how to do so "I... I have heard that a festival is coming"

"Oh yes, Ino-chan asked me to help her, she's ordering flowers and when they get here I'll be helping her with the arrangements. It should be nice. I feel I haven't gone to one in ages! There will even be fireworks!" This made Neji feel a rumbling in his chest, a sort of agitation, remembering the time when she had been temporarily blind thanks to him.

That was another thing he had never apologized for. He could feel the blood surging to his face.

"Neji-onisama?" Now she looked worried "Are you alright?"

A sharp pain striking his heart.

"I am - nothing to worry about"

"Are you sure?" He saw her bend over the table and extend the back of her hand over his cheek, which made him blush even more furiously. "It doesn't seem like a fever... Try not to exert yourself too much. You should rest. It’s been a long journey.

"I'll... I'll try to get a full night of sleep tonight" he knew that he was still blushing. Especially under her unflinching eyes.

"Neji-onisama. Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away" She looked uneasy. She wasn't sure about how to ask what she wanted, ideas spinning inside her head, not knowing how to ask the questions plaguing her mind. She was still reclining over the table, and was that his imagination or was there a tint shade of pink on her face?

“What do you think about me?” The unexpected question left him speechless for a second.

“Hinata-sama” he saw her flinch, visibly flinch. “You have always been the respected heiress and now you are our honorable clan Head” She looked 10 times more uncomfortable.

Neji pursed his lips forming a fine line when she broke eye contact with him. And in a quieter voice she asked “Are- are we friends?” The pumping of his heart resounding so loud he couldn’t hear his own thoughts.

Well, that question was something he certainly didn't expect. He didn't know what to say.

They were... complicated.

That's what they were.

They had been childhood friends, and he thought of her a cute girl from the very first time. Then politics had gotten between them, he was branded and had proudly promised to be at the service of the main family, swearing loyalty. He had been a new member of the secondary branch, bound through duty and sacrifice to protect the main family. But then, he had seen his father being subjugated by such duty and one day he had lost him. The closest person in the family, and the one who had guided and loved him, had simply vanished. The tomb located in the cemetery was a shell, empty of any real remains. For many years he blamed her for his death and he tried to kill her. ‘An eye for an eye’ some said, and without remorse or hesitation he had gone for her heart, giving her a heart failure that still required medical control. And to put the cherry on the cake, he had unintentionally blinded her while training.

He couldn't allow her to call him a friend, she deserved more. Much more.

She continued to look at him, but his silence spoke more than enough. She picked up all the china from the tea set. Full of shame he walked towards her, cringing on the inside, leaving his empty cup of tea in the sink.

"Hinata-sama?" He lowered himself, trying to see her beautiful eyes once again. But her hair curtained forward, covering most of her face.

"I'm sorry Neji, I think I asked for more than I should have" her voice was trembling, but he could feel her effort, not trying to cry in front of him "Please go get some rest, you've just come back from a long journey, don't let me stall you any further"

"Hinata-sama, please look at me" he placed one of his hands on her shoulder. A part of him reminded himself that he was playing with fire, he wasn’t allowed to take such liberties.

She didn't respond, she continued looking down to the sink and her eyes stuck on the dirty china.

Neither said anything further.

Resigned, he just took a step back and bowed, exiting the kitchen.

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

"I feel like an idiot, Lee" His friend was judging him with open eyes, and he deserved it.

"You are an idiot"

He groaned.

"Life gives you the best opportunity to repair your relationship with her, and you simply said: No, thanks. I'm good " Lee sipped his sake

"I knoooooow" his palms covered his face "I'm seriously questioning why people call me a genius" if he could, he would pull out each hair from his head. Individually.

"Well, now that we agree on your idiocy. What are you going to do to not be an idiot anymore?"

"Face it, I guess" Neji was about to lift his cup, when Lee interjected him, stealing it.

"Good!" He drank Neji's sake on one go. "No more alcohol for you then. Not tonight"

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

The wind had started feeling colder and colder during the nights. And at this point, he could only hope for the best.

"Hinata-sama? Can I come in?" He could only hope for her to be in the mood to give him an audience, despite the hour. It had been some time since he had walked to this area of the house on his own. The only exceptions were when he escorted her back. "I can feel your chakra signature, please, I just - I just want to talk..." He could hear her quiet steps approaching before the door slowly slid open. Despite being in front of her she wouldn't look at him. "I brought something..." he raised his hand, a pastel green of the bag calling her attention "I - I thought you might like to have some''

"You brought Macarons?"

"I remember you mentioned liking them" she grabbed the bag shocked. Inside there was a collection of six cookies. She could feel something spreading within her, something reassuring.

"Can I come in?" She walked back a couple, giving him enough space to enter.

"Do you mind if we sit outside?" she asked quietly "It'll not be long before the winter comes with full force, and I’d like to enjoy the weather before it turns too harsh"

"Of course” they both were wearing the traditional black training clothes. The fitted shirt with short sleeves and black pants didn’t provide much warmth, but the nights hadn’t turned that cold yet. Hinata sat on the engawa with her feet dangling, while trying to appear calmer than she actually was, still affected by their last conversation. Neji could see the hurt and rejection still reflected in her body language.

He had told Lee that he was going to face the situation and that's what he ought to do.

"I'm sorry Hinata-sama"

"No, Neji-onisama. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position"

"No, please" he interrupted "don't apologize. Just, listen to me" He looked at her with determination and Hinata for a moment thought that she had seen something in his eyes, although she didn't know what.

Neji moved a little closer to her, he wanted her to see his sincerity.

"I didn't want to give you the impression that we can't be friends. And, while I feel honored that you would even consider me in such light. It's just that... I don't feel worthy"

"Neji. Please..."

"No, I beg you, let me continue" He interjected desperately "I tried to kill you when we were young, I have exhausted you to the point of temporary blindness and demeaned you in the process. These are actions that I can’t forgive myself about, even if you have been gracious enough with your generosity. You can’t possibly call me a friend under such circumstances. But I want you to know that I will always comply with my duty, and I will always follow you. There are many others who deserve to be your friends, but me" he sat down in seiza and bowed to the floor.

"Neji-onisama! Ple-please! Don't do that, please don't bow to me. I-I"

"I can only beg for your forgiveness" his forehead rested firmly against the wooden floor.

Hinata was getting more and more flustered about the whole situation. Her heart pounded loudly and the air escaped her lungs.

The most respected and acclaimed member of the Hyuuga family was bowing to her.

NO!

She was horrified.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled as hard as she could, and he resisted. Her fingers dug into his skin as hard as she could, trying to break his stance. Trying to force him to sit up once again. Her ragged breath tried to collect the oxygen she needed. Until she finally pulled hard enough to see his eyes.

"NEVER..." her voice was trembling and she gasped looking for the necessary air "Never! Never do that again! Ever!" He looked down, he hadn't intended for her to feel more distressed, but he had to say it. He had to make things right.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make the situation worse. I know - I don't deserve forgiveness"

"No! No Oni-sama, don't say that! Yes... We have been through a lot, and, and it hasn't been easy, but... it's... it's us" She tried to smile for him, but her trembling lips shaped an abstract expression "We have always had each other, we have always been there... Maybe not in the best ways, but... it's always us in the end - I already forgave you a long time ago" Neji could feel her fingers digging back again into his shoulders "Neji, we were friends once, I thought... that maybe" her voice wavered "maybe we could be once again"

"How can you just forgive me? I've done horrible things to you, you should despise me"

"You might think that, but the truth is that I have never despise you, and probably never will" A part of him knew he should feel happy, he should *be* happy listening to her answer. But he wasn't. Sometimes he wished he had her rage instead, at least that would be understandable. "So, do you think we could be like that? Is there a chance we could be friends? No hierarchies between us"

"But we're not. I'm branded. I am part of the secondary branch. We could never be equal. It would be frowned upon" comprehension shone through her eyes. He was afraid

"This - this is not about the clan Neji. This is not even about us" she couldn't contain the heartache anymore "This is just a very selfish wish. I just wish to feel that there's someone I can rely upon within these walls and I thought that you might feel the same. After everything, everything that has happened… These last two years have been the most horrible ones of my life. And I feel empty and so alone. How can a house full of so many people feel so empty? I’m losing my mind and I can’t do this anymore, I can’t continue pushing on my own. That is why, I thought that you might feel the same… but you are in no obligation to do this. I can understand if you don't..."

"I am here for you, Hinata-sama. If you want me to be your friend- If you want me to share your pain, I’d happily be your friend, even if I think I don't deserve it" He saw the light start to shine in her eyes.

"Thank you, Neji" He raised his hands and caressed one of her forearms, which were still firmly attached to his shoulders.

'Neji '

His own name echoing in his ears.

He felt lost for a moment, looking deep into her eyes.

She started feeling warm again, and she was sure that the blood was going up her neck and cheeks.

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Mid - November

"I mean, it's white!"

"Really, Ino? As if we hadn't seen it with our own eyes" Sometimes Ino could be so exasperating. Sakura rolled her eyes "All that grandiosity of great spies and intelligence that runs in your family must have skipped you"

"I don't see you contributing, Haruno. If you are so amazing, tell me what you see" Ino passed the envelope to Sakura, daring her to examine it.

"You already said it, there's nothing special about it. What do you think, Hinata-chan?"

"The paper looks very similar to the other two envelopes, I have been saving them in case I can detect a chakra pattern or something, but so far I haven't noticed anything"

"Hmm, I wish we could have a clue, that way we could uncover who your boyfriend is" Hinata found it humorous that Ino had already decided that this person was 'her boyfriend', she didn't know if it was in fact a man.

"You know Ino, it could very well be a woman, for all we know. None of us can have an exact idea of who it is" said Sakura

"Open it Hinata! We must see what's in it"

Hinata examined it once again before she started peeling the flap of the envelope and from it, she pulled out a sachet.

'Cosmos seed', it read. Hinata opened her eyes, surprised to see that she had been given flower seeds.

"Well it's definitely someone close to you", Said Sakura.

"Or a creep"

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One week before the festival

Hinata sighed satisfied.

She needed a bath, that was for sure. Helping Ino in her spare time with the orders was taxing, but she loved it. The arrangements looked beautiful and everything was looking amazingly good. They would need to revitalize the flowers before the festival but with their jutsu skills they could make them look fresh during the festival. She was so excited, after the war and with the reconstruction efforts, everything had looked dreadful for a while but little by little Konoha was starting to feel like home again.

‘So many things to do… I have to check how many orders are left to be done. And I need to make sure my clothes are ready for that day. And Sakura-chan already confirmed she will go, I wonder if Tenten w- Neji-onisama! I had totally forgotten! ’

She hadn't talked to him yet, but thinking about him made her feel fuzzy on the inside. ‘ I still don’t know if he will be in the village that day’ Since he had been going on a lot of solo missions recently it was hard to know. Hinata turned on her heels walking now towards her cousin's room, she could take a bath after she had asked him.

"Neji-onisama?" No answer.

It wasn't that late, maybe he was still training or attending to business. Knowing he could be assigned a mission with short notice, it'd be better to leave a note. The room was neatly organized. Very Neji-like, the thought made her giggle. She would need parchment paper and ink. Hinata started opening the drawers of his desk.

"Here's the ink" she said to herself pulling out the small container "and here's the..."

Eyes wide open.

Was someone coming?

She didn't know if she could trust her senses or if it was her paranoia. Her instincts maxed to her surroundings. Her eyes rapidly went from left to right. She tried to feel if there were any chakra signatures around her. She could feel her heart beating three times faster. Her breathing went in and out, echoing loudly in the dead silence of the room.

Delicately she lifted the sharpened feather quill and underneath it laid a white enveloped. A pack of them actually.

‘I have to get out of here!’

No one could see her in Neji's room at that moment, especially him.

And as discreetly as she had entered, she went out.

Leaving no trace of ever being there.

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At the Konoha market

"Have you decided which one you are buying?" asked Neji.

"Yes! And it's the most beautiful one in the store! It'll bring out her dynamic green eyes and highlight her beauty. I just hope to be around that day, unless Hogake-sama has different plans"

The busy streets of the market had been busier now that everybody was shopping for everything they needed to get ready for the festival. Especially clothing and accessories. Lee and Neji had been out and about since the early hours of the afternoon, they were getting some other presents for their ladies. and since the festival was going to be so special for everybody, they had teamed up. Hopefully this way, they could help each other to not screw up.

"Well then, let's go to the next store. I still haven't decided what I'm buying. And I need to buy it today"

"Let me pay really quickly and talk to them about the delivery", said Lee, disappearing within the maze of patrons that flocked to the store. Ten minutes later they were going to the next store, it was Neji's turn now "Have you thought about what she might like?"

"Not yet, but I think I'll know what to get her once I see it"

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Six days before the festival

The skies had turned a dark shade of gray. She sighed. She knew that the seasons were changing and she should not be surprised, but since most of the week had been particularly nice, she was not expecting to see such dull skies, but she guessed that it suited the day in a way. In her arms rested a beautiful bouquet of the most beautiful white Chrysanthemums. She felt the cold of the wind in her neck, hands and toes making her tremble. The light cardigan she had chosen to wear did not provide the needed warmth for the incoming cold front. From what she saw, it was probably going to be incoming during the night. The landscape looked drab now that the sunflowers had been cleared. At least during the summer, the place looked livelier, specially for a vicinity this solemn.

The Hyuga cemetery was a secluded area, she tried visiting once a month, she had started coming more frequently when she was fifteen, she would come and clean her mother’s tombstone and place flowers and incense. But now, sadly, she now had more reasons to visit.

“Hello Hanabi-chan. How have you been?” She kneeled down sweeping the dried leaves that had fallen over the tomb “I brought some Mums for you. Ino gave me the freshest and biggest ones she had for you. They are kind of peppery and sweet. I think that they suit you” she was starting to feel the pain in the middle. “I have missed you so much, I have gotten better and have improved a little. Although I haven’t been going on many missions, you know, clan things happening and decisions to be made.”

“I just hoped I am doing what is correct and my decision will improve people’s life for our family” the wind was starting to pick up with more force “I… I have to confess something. I have been very confused lately. Neji-onisama and I have been talking more recently. Some days things feel easy, but sometimes, I don’t know what to think. He’s been so- so-” her cheeks felt warmer despite the cold air “He’s been through a lot, you know how our traditions and customs have affected the branch family, especially him. Our family has long been plagued by loss and despair and although we are resilient, we have grown indifferent and cold among each other. I was feeling desperate and lonely. So I did the most reckless thing I have ever done. You’ll not even imagine”

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing”, she laughed. Not feeling as embarrassed as months ago ”Can you imagine? I invited Naruto out!'' She was nervous, laughing, imagining and remembering the whole ordeal. “Do you remember that he said that he would change the Hyuga once he becomes Hokage during the chunin exams? Well, he told me the same thing during our date. As if things were this simple. But I do see change happening to us, but not on the promises of an outsider. We need to change ourselves for things to get better”

“I can feel myself changing and I think Neji’s changing too. You know how he was very reserved, well I don’t think you would recognize the amazing person he has turned to be. He’s grown fond of Lee’s antics, I know they are friends now, he is caring, and gregarious” her heart skipped a beat before she continued “He’s been putting a lot of effort into himself, well he always has. But I hope you understand what I mean. I wish you could see the sincerity that his eyes have. Sometimes I think they have gotten clearer that they really are”.

“Please, watch over us from where you are in this times on uncertainty”

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Four days before the festival

"Girls! Come here, I just got this" Ino said animatedly.

"What is it?"

"I think it is from Tenten" Ino opened it and read out loud.

Hi!

I have missed hanging out with you girls, the weather here is drier than ever. I told T that if she didn't tell me about a spa I could go to in my free time, I would have to be deported for murder. My skin has been itchy but it looks like the treatments are having a good effect.

I heard that there will be a festival around the days I'm expecting to arrive.

I know you must be busy doing your things, but, could you get me something to wear in case I get there in time?

You know where to find the key for my apartment

Tn.

"Well, we have to get her something, she cannot not go to the festival with us, it's been ages since we've gone together to something like this" said Ino "We might need to get her a new Kimono and probably a headdress..."

"Oh wait! I almost forgot to show you!" Sakura called up to them "I received something yesterday"

"What is it, Sakura-san?"

"You have to see this" Sakura stood and walked towards her handbag and pulled out a sizable wooden box out of her bag. "It was delivered to the hospital reception, the girls were so excited, I am sure they were betting on whether I’d receive something" Sakura opened the box revealing a headpiece that had a big red peony, gold ribbons and hanging flowers, in a very traditional style "I think that they got it for me, to wear it this weekend" Sakura felt their surprise in their gasps.

"That's so beautiful Sakura-chan! It'll make your hair pop up, they'll combine very nicely with your clothes" said Hinata excitedly.

"You are a lucky one Haruno" She didn't want to sound bitter despite feeling a little jealous of her friends. *I don't have time for this, I have a business to run and clothing to get for Tenten!* She reprimanded herself "Have you received anything Hinata?"

"Not y-yet..."

"But?" They asked in unison

"I think I know" said Hinata to her friends, confusion and caution clear in her eyes "I know who's been sending me gifts" Sakura opened her eyes in surprise.

"Are you sure?"" she needed to know if Hinata was being dead serious.

"I am, and knowing that I'm correct, we might know who's been sending you things as well"

"Well? Who is it?" Ino was eager to know.

"It's-it's Neji" Both of her friends went instantly quiet.

"But... How?!" Confusion clear on Sakura's face.

"Well... I was on my way to ask him if he was going to be here for the festival, but he wasn't in his room, so I wanted to leave him a note since... Oh no!" She grunted "I never wrote the note!" she mentally chastised herself "Anyway, I started pulling out ink and quill from one of his desk drawers and I saw the envelopes! Same material, paper density, color, everything! To be honest, I am still trying to process the whole thing" Hinata was getting flustered and had started pacing around Ino's shop.

"Sakura! You know what that means, right?" Sakura had sunk into a chair putting two and two together.

"It's Lee then, it has to be him" concluded Ino "I mean" She said, racking her hands through her hair, seeming deep in thought.

"I don't know what's more surprising, the fact that you never suspected him or the fact that he has continued feeling this way after so many years!" Ino’s jealousy was long gone now. Hinata receiving gifts from Neji stood from a very dense history that she herself shared with absolutely no one, and was in no rush nor desire to experience anytime soon. And, Sakura and Lee... Well, it wasn't complicated, but Sakura had never been interested in reciprocating. Not an ideal situation either way “Well, since you both got into a conundrum, I guess we better order food or something”

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

40 minutes later

"Sushi's here!" said Sakura, carrying the bags of food and presenting it to Hinata and Ino.

"I'll serve the drinks" Ino sighed "I really need a break from this arrangements"

"Thanks Sakura-chan, my hands are also starting to cramp here," said Hinata, shaking her hands vigorously.

"Everybody sit down", said Sakura, serving drinks for everybody.

"Is it spiked Haruno?"

"Knowing what we know, you shouldn't even be asking..."

"Would it be that bad?" Hinata asked her, picking up her "Lee-san is really sweet guy"

"It's not that," said Sakura, frustrated, sinking her head over her palms. "That's the problem. He really is a good guy" she somewhat frustrated.

"Sakura-chan" said Hinata in a more comprehensive tone, "it's been years. You do deserve to be happy. Your relationship with Sasuke-son was tumultuous, you were always close to a panic attack and it's ok to be wary, but Lee-san has always been caring"

"You are afraid", said Ino, baffled. "I never thought that you would be scared of something like this..."

"It wouldn't be fair with Lee-kun” Ino pursed her lips while listening to her friend "he deserves someone who isn't walking on eggshells all the time..." she didn't want to push her too much, she was clearly sensitive.

"And you Hinata? What do you think about this?" asked the blonde

"I'm not sure" she sighed "I feel this might be..."

"difficult?" offered Ino

"intricate?" countered Sakura

"confusing" she paused for a second "I think Neji is being consumed by guilt"

"He should be, tho" replied Ino "what he did was awful and he never addressed it"

Sakura furrowed her eyebrows "Has... something happened? Has he...?"

"Nonono, please don't judge Neji too harshly” she felt as if she was playing devil's advocate "He has been really cordial to me for years and lately he has been attentive with me but - but nothing special, we have just been talking more" she tried to focus "The manor is too big. These years haven't been easy on anyone... and I thought - I thought we were becoming closer again and it all devolved into a horrible afternoon" she needed a moment. "We kind of had a situation recently. I-" - she needed to take a deep breathe "I asked him if we were friends and he didn't say anything ! I thought I had overstepped some boundary or offended him in some way, and THEN that same evening I was in my room dreading how the only person who actively talks to me in my house was angry with me, knowing our relationship was going south again and that everything would be tense and awkward yet again"

Sakura and Ino were listening attentively to her friend. Not daring to interrupt her.

"That evening, I was in my bedroom and he came by. I didn't want to talk to him, I was so afraid of making things worse. He asked me if we could talk, I didn't know what to expect at this point, even though I was clearly intending to avoid him and he started to apologize and then he..." it hurt to even remember the whole ordeal. She lowered her voice. The taste of profanity stung her tongue "he... he bowed to me" everything came out of her in a spurt.

"Noooo..." Ino couldn't believe it, and Sakura covered her mouth with her hands. The sushi was long forgotten over the small table in the employee room of the flower shop.

"Our clan... our traditions and protocols, they consume you, and eat you alive from the inside. I am always surrounded by many people that treat me as their master, I... I would like a sense of normalcy, but trying to change our customs is difficult. I guess I have been feeling lonely in my own house" Hinata took a second to breathe "And... And I asked Neji, the only person who I knew who would understand me, if we were closer. But he didn't say anything, he simply stood there"

"He can be a jerk sometimes" said Sakura "I still remember when we were 12 and he needed to get a" she abruptly stopped herself, maybe mentioning that incident now was not the best idea “... anyway, Naruto and I crossed paths with Neji and he was really rude".

"Sakura, I know he was like that. I know. But that's the Neji from 10 years ago. That's not the current Neji, he is different. But he feels guilty"

"So..." Asked Ino "What happened afterwards?"

"He apologized. He sounded very sincere! He did a full bow, his forehead touched the floor and everything. It felt so wrong. He shouldn't have done that" She crossed her arms trying to hug herself, seeking solace of her own memories. The uncomfortableness of the ordeal clearly coursed through her body.

"Somehow I feel he owed you that, even if you felt uncomfortable. It's good to know he finally apologized, properly apologized" stated Sakura.

"It is Hinata, even if you didn't want it or expected it. It is good that he apologized. He wouldn't have been able to lift the blame any other way" - Hinata was conflicted, Neji had been wronged so many times by the Main House that... she felt that he shouldn't have apologized, at least not in such an extreme way.

"Will you tell him that you know?" questioned Sakura.

"I wouldn't know what to even say, or how to ask if it's him. I feel it might do more damage than good"

"And you? What are you going to do with Lee?"

"To be honest, I don't want to think about it right now"

The three friends decided to put the topic aside momentarily and eat their food, once their stomachs started protesting again. Ino felt tired and she was ready to call it a day. Her friends helped her to close the store.

"Thank you for your help Hinata, it's much appreciated" she said in a comically formal accent, making Hinata giggle.

"No problem at all, but I better get going. Sakura-chan, Ino-chan. I hope you have a good night" She bowed to them before leaving.

"Did you notice Sakura?" asked Ino, now that Hinata was gone

"Notice? What was I supposed to notice?"

"She didn't call him 'Neji-onisama'. Not even once"

"You're right!" Sakura was smiling, replaying the conversation in her mind. Which brought a similar realization to her mind "You know who else she has been skipping honorifics with?"

"Who?" Intrigue reflected on Ino's face.

"Us" a smile gracing both of them.

To be continued...

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