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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 3 Part 1

JP Spoilers under the cut

No one believed me when I told everyone back in Honnoji that I came from the future.

(Of course. If someone said that to me, I’d also think they were being crazy.)

(Time travel isn’t something you experience very often, and it sounds like a made-up story, but一)

Kicho: “...........”

I stole a glance at Kicho, walking in front of me.

(I didn’t expect to see a fellow time traveler, and I can’t believe he believed my story.)

After only two days of being a spy, I was transferred the next morning from the position of a maid to that of a secretary.

After repacking my bags and leaving the room I was using, he took me down the hallway of the building.

(Where the hell is he taking me?)

(He showed me the key he took out of the drawer yesterday, but does that mean he’s going to lock me in?)

(Yeah. There's a high chance of that happening.)

To him, I was probably a suspicious person who liked to move around as she pleased.

I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to lock me up in my room.

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Yes!?”

Kicho: “Why are you surprised when I just called your name? We’re here.”

Mai: “Here?”

(His room is next door.)

Kicho: “It would be more convenient for me to monitor you if we were closer.”

Kicho: "I don't want you slipping out at night on your own again."

He said that and opened the door with the key in his hand.

(Whoa!)

The room he showed me was different from the room I had been using until yesterday. It was furnished in a Japanese-Western style with imported types of furniture.

Kicho: "This room was used by the secretary of the previous director."

Kicho: "It hasn't been used for several months since they left, but I had it cleaned yesterday."

(True, there's no dust anywhere. It's so clean and beautiful.)

Kicho: "I've put in enough furniture, but if you need something, just let me know."

Mai: "Okay, got it. But I think it's enough already."

Kicho: "Really? You don't feel inconvenienced?"

(Why? Because I'm from the future?)

I shook my head, a little surprised at his unexpected concern.

Mai: "It's okay. But if I need something, I'll tell you."

Kicho: "Yeah. Well, I'll leave this here for now."

Kicho placed the room's key on a nearby table.

Mai: "Are you sure? If I have that, I can open the door and go out as I like."

Kicho: "That's what a key is for."

Mai: "Yes, but you said you would monitor me."

Kicho: "Yeah, that's what I said. But there's no need to restrict all your movements if you're with me during the day."

Kicho: "Also, if you suspiciously go out at night, I'll hear the door open."

(He's right.)

I was relieved I didn't have to worry about being locked in.

(Surprisingly, he's not that strict.)

(I wonder if I can sneak out and report to Mitsuhide.)

And so, my new life began again.

A few days later

(I was so naive!)

Kicho: "Mai, hurry up. Let's move on."

Mai: “C-Coming!”

Kicho: "Actually, wait. What's with your head?"

Kicho: "Who would wrap a cloth around their head when they're going to a business meeting?"

Mai: "No one."

(As I thought, wrapping it around my head to hide my bed hair was a dumb idea.)

As Kicho had said, he didn't restrict all my movements. However, I was so busy with work that I always fell asleep after returning to my room.

(So this is what he meant when he said he doesn't have to restrict my actions.)

(I don't think I can contact Mitsuhide in this way.)

Mai: "Sorry. I fell asleep with my hair wet yesterday."

Mai: "On top of that, I overslept, so I didn't have the time to style it."

Mai: "I thought it would be rude to come in looking like a mess."

Kicho: "Turn around."

Mai: "Whoa!"

Suddenly, he untied the cloth on my head and pulled my hair up.

(Is he tying my hair?)

Kicho: "Okay. That should do it."

Mai: "Thanks."

Kicho: "Well, let's go this time."

He walked away, and I hurriedly followed him, gently touching my hair.

(There's something attached to it. It's probably a hairpin.)

(He's so well-prepared, carrying all this stuff around.)

He was probably even busier than I was, yet his clothes and hair were spotless.

(Sometimes I wonder if he's not in the same era as I am.)

(Maybe he's a great guy after all.)

Kicho: "Yo lo haré." [I'll do it.]

Foreign merchant: "Vaya, eres muy tierno, gracias!" [Oh my, you're so thoughtful, thank you!]

(I wonder what they're talking about. The guy he's talking to seems very happy.)

My role now is to watch them quietly, so I keep smiling beside Kicho as he speaks the foreign language fluently.

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Yes, here."

I took out the contract, written in a foreign language, I had prepared and handed it to Kicho.

(Things worked out again this time. He's really great at his job.)

(It's too perfect that it's almost scary.)

Kicho: "The next business meeting is in an hour. Before that, I'll make a final confirmation of the items' number to be purchased."

Mai: "Okay."

Kicho: "And about the other merchant一"

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Lord Kicho, excuse me for interrupting. May I have a word?"

Kicho: "Sure, what's wrong?"

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Actually, I was just in town..."

He listened to his subordinate, who came to him for advice. Then, he immediately began to give instructions without hesitation.

Kicho: "This will settle the matter. If you still can't get things under control, bring them here. I'll handle it."

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Understood. Thank you very much. Now if you'll excuse me."

(That's one clever solution.)

As I watched in awe, another subordinate came toward him.

Kicho's subordinate 2: "Lord Kicho, you're here!"

Kicho's subordinate 2: "I've summarized all the information I mentioned the other day, so please check back here later."

Kicho: "No, let's check it now. It must be urgent."

Kicho looked down at the document and immediately pointed something out.

Kicho: "This part is not correct."

Kicho: "As I recall, the same transaction happened last month. There should be a record of it in the storage room."

Kicho: "It'll be easier to tell if you refer to it. Check it and fix this."

Kicho's subordinate 2: "Yes, sir. Thank you."

(He's quick to confirm and precise.)

(I noticed that he's very popular since we started working together.)

His business partners are always pleased by his response, and his men always rush to him as soon as he's in the trading post.

(I heard that he took over this trading post, but it doesn't feel like he's controlling his men by force.)

(Maybe because he's talented and an irreplaceable part of this place.)

(He's the opposite of me.)

Kicho: "What's wrong? What are you dawdling about?"

Mai: "I was just thinking that you're the kind of boss I'd like to have."

Mai: "I thought you were charismatic and amazing. Anyway, I'm sorry for interrupting your work."

Kicho: "No."

Kicho: "..............."

Kicho's sudden silence made me a little uneasy.

(Did I just say something bad?)

Kicho: "Is something bothering you?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "No, of course, there is. The norm here is different from the one you're used to."

Kicho: "For example, you could talk to me like this, but you couldn't read the letters of this period."

Kicho: "Compared to what it was in the future, it's totally different."

Mai: "Yeah. I can't read it."

(The document he checked earlier was also probably written in Japanese, but I couldn't understand it at all.)

Kicho: "If you want, I can teach you."

Mai: "Are you sure!?"

Kicho: "I never say something I don't mean."

Kicho: "Besides, that'll help me with my work, and there's no harm in teaching you."

Mai: "Then, by all means!"

(I'm already swamped with work, but I'm sure it'll come in handy.)

(This is a perfect chance for me, so let's go for it!)

Then I began to study the kuzushiji characters in my spare time from work.

(I know it's difficult, but I feel like I'm learning a foreign language.)

As I read the book he had prepared for me, someone suddenly knocked on my door.

Mai: "Come in."

Kicho: "Looks like you're on it. How are you doing?"

Mai: "It's interesting. And the book you gave me is easy to understand."

Mai: "I wonder if someday I'll be able to write a letter to someone from this period."

Kicho: "If you do, you can send it to the people who took you in."

Kicho: "Let them know you're okay so they can rest easy."

(He's right. But if I did that, he would know about everyone in the Oda army and my true identity.)

Mai: "Though, it's better if I write the first one to you."

Mai: "So, as my sensei, please check this."

I handed him a piece of paper on which I had written a brief greeting in practice.

Kicho: "Sure, no problem. It looks like all your hard work is paying off."

Kicho: "Well, that's enough for today. Take a short break until the next business meeting."

???: "Kicho!"

(Whose voice is that!?)

A voice echoed from the other side of the door.

Mai: "I think he's calling you. Is it one of your men?"

Kicho: "No. It looks like someone took their eyes off him."

Kicho: "I have to catch him before he runs outside. Who knows what he'll do next if we let him do what he wants."

Mai: "What?"

(Is he dangerous!?)

I hurriedly followed him as he left the room.

Mai: "W-Wait! I'll help you!"

Mai: "I can't catch him, but I can do something else."

Kicho: "No need."

Mai: "But it's dangerous. The more help you have, the better."

Kicho: "Dangerous? You got it all wrong."

Kicho: "The voice just now..."

???: "Kicho!"

Mai: "Whoa!?"

My heart skipped a beat as something jumped into my view and stopped at Kicho's shoulder, shaking its head happily.

Mai: "A parrot?"

Kicho: "Yes. Meet Fuku."

Mai: "Ehh?"

Kicho: "He's in a good mood. He's just saying the words he learned. They don't mean much."

Mai: "I see. He's very talkative."

Mai: "And very cute, too."

Fuku: "Cute!"

Mai: "Hehe, yup. You're such a good boy."

Kicho: "You like him? Then, stick your index finger this way."

Mai: "Um, like this?"

I did as I was told, and he transferred Fuku from his shoulder to my fingertips.

The round blush pattern on his cheeks and the way he stared at me were so adorable.

(I guess it's still very young. It's pretty tiny.)

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Mai: "Hehe, Fuku really likes you."

Mai: "If he misses you this much, does that mean you're the owner?"

Kicho: "Yeah. I mainly take care of him."

Kicho: "When I first became the director of this place, my business partner brought me this bird as a souvenir."

Mai: "Heh. His name is pretty nice. Fuku is very fitting for a trading post."

Kicho: "That's what I thought when I named it. I hope it'll be good for this place."

Kicho: "As the name implies, his appearance sometimes makes business meetings more pleasant, and Fuku seems to be enjoying himself."

Fuku: "Fuku!"

Kicho: "Yeah, I'm talking about you."

(He looks kind of gentle.)

(I don't think I've ever seen him look like this before.)

Gently reaching out, he stroked Fuku's head with his fingers, and Fuku happily rubbed his head and beak, repeating the words he had learned.

(If he misses him this much, he must be very attached to him.)

(Speaking of which...)

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Kicho: "Don't smoke in here."

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Mai: "Is Fuku the reason you asked Motonari not to smoke before?"

Kicho: "Oh, that. I've heard that smoke irritates parrots' respiratory tract and has adverse effects."

Kicho: "Basically, Fuku spends most of his time in the cage in my room, except when he's free."

Mai: "I see."

Mai: "I can understand why Fuku loves you so much."

Kicho: "I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do as the owner."

(I'm sure that's the reason why Fuku likes him.)

(Even though he's keeping an eye on me, I feel like I've seen more parts of him after spending time together.)

A few days later

Mai: "Please check this!"

I bowed deeply and held out a sheet of paper to Kicho.

Today, I wrote a thank-you letter on behalf of a business partner to check the results of my study of kuzushiji characters.

(Although, he wrote an example for me first since we're sending it to someone else.)

I raised my head and glanced over to see his reaction, and our gazes collided.

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Y-Yes?"

Kicho: "We're going out. The sooner we can thank them like this, the better."

Mai: "So, I passed?"

Kicho: "Yeah. It was worth the practice. You've done well in such a short time."

Kicho: "If you continue this, you'll be able to read books from this period."

Mai: "Thank you very much."

(It's still nice to have a sense of accomplishment no matter how old I am.)

(Also, he's a good teacher.)

(Come to think of it, Mitsuhide taught me a lot of things on the way here too.)

(I know they’re cousins, but maybe they're a bit alike in this way.)

Kicho: "I'll prepare a few more challenging books next time."

Mai: "Few more books!?"

(And like him, he's a bit of a Spartan, too.)

We went through the town in the afternoon to deliver the thank-you note.

(I think several stores near the port sell more unusual items, and the people walking here are dressed interestingly.)

Among them, foreigners dressed in Western-style clothing caught my attention.

Suddenly, I saw a woman in a dress, escorted by a man, walk past me.

(The dress she's wearing is so elegant and lovely.)

(The design is simple, but the lines are beautiful. It suits her very well.)

Kicho: "Something on your mind?"

Mai: "I just thought that their dresses were so stylish."

(I feel like they were tailored to fit their size.)

(I wonder if it's custom-made. I want to make something like that and make the customer happy too.)

I pretended not to see it, but greed inevitably showed its face.

(If I could go back to the future, I wonder what I would be doing now.)

(I wish I could've been a designer.)

Kicho: "..............”

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topazshadowwolf · 1 year

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GoopTales: Part 14

Sci does not like this field trip and the witch does not want to be a hostess.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12)

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He kept the scientist close to him. Sci was Nightmare's greatest weapon against this AU, but he could not keep himself safe. Not here with a type of magic that would seek to destroy him to keep itself from being discovered.

With how early it was, the Toriel was in her home. She was awake, though, as she could be seen moving past one of her windows. Seeing that made Nightmare smile, as that was convenient. If she was awake, he would not need to wait too long for her to answer the door.

"Alright, little lab rat. It is time for us to meet the witch," Nightmare mused as he started towards the door, dragging Sci along behind.

Ever so politely, as his standards are, he knocked and waited per the social norm for her to open the door. Being proper should keep the tension down as much as possible, at least long enough to take her by surprise. Thankfully, she followed her part in this custom cautiously and answered. Unfortunately, she balked the moment she saw him and started slamming the door.

"How rude," Nightmare mused as his tentacles sped forward, keeping it from closing and forcing it back open. Perhaps he used too much force, as it did cause her to stumble back, but he honestly didn't care. He would not be a kind guest if she did not play hostess.

Fear

Good. Let her feel fear for the fear he has been experiencing about the health and safety of his boys. The witch was so focused on him, in general, she failed to notice anything else he was doing. How foolish. He curled a tendril around her ankle to keep her from fleeing and actively feed on that fear. It fueled him and allowed him to grow equal to her height.

A wicked grin grew over his face, keeping the fear he drew out from ending.

"Greetings, Toriel," He said darkly.

The witch summoned up her fire magic, naturally. Of course, she would; fire is natural to most Toriels. She snarled, smoke curls drifting up from her nostrils, "Get out, you horrible creature!"

"Tsk, tsk~," Nightmare teased. "Is that any way to speak to your guests?"

Before she could use her fire magic, he pulled her ankle that he was holding and unbalanced her. It caused her to drop the fireballs she had summoned. They shattered into glittering specks of spent magic as her position. For the moment, she was also defenseless as it was difficult for her to focus on any more attacks.

How amusing; she was still standing.

If Sanses didn't fill every corner of the multiverse, the strength of the others would be more noticed. Toriels, Agores, Undynes, even Alphyses... No one of those characters, or others, should be dismissed as weak.

Regardless, her still standing against him just would not do, so he continued to pull until she did fall. "Now listen here, Witch, you have no right to threaten me. My men were simply scouting your AU, but you dared to throw a potion on them. You will tell my friend here what you did, and I may just let you live."

Sci flinched at that and peeked around Nightmare to look into the dark skeleton's eyelight. "whoa, nightmare, i think… i mean… there's no need to kill her."

"Oh? Do you hear that, one of the ancient spells?" She was trying to stand, but he would not allow that and lifted her up by her leg. There was an angry growl from her, but it kept her distracted by trying to keep her dress from flipping and stay modest. "The little scientist wants to spare you. How cute~. Now talk before my patience runs any thinner than it already is." Nightmare snarled while giving her a slight shake.

"Your men are dangerous! And they serve an evil being," She glowered up at Nightmare, and he sighed. "They deserved worse!"

"Can I kill her now, little lab rat?" Nightmare inquired of Sci, though he didn't mean it. What purpose would he have in killing her? No, her being alive was more beneficial to him. But he wanted to keep her fearful of him and look to Sci as her advocate. Sci's naivety towards the true nature of Nightmare added to this facade.

"n-nightmare… i… i can't help them if she is dead," Sci stepped forward and did as Nightmare hoped.

"Fine," Nightmare said, calming his voice as he lowered her to the floor.

Sci knelt down and freed her ankle. "i was given a sample of your potion to assess, and nightmare, guardian of negative emotions, is eager for me to reverse its effects. those… dangerous skeletons are important to him, and… they have helped me in the past with various things."

"Then you have thrown your lot in with them!" She yelled and moved to strike him. Sci was too close to block and not in the position to dodge. Unlike his boys, Sci was as delicate as the typical Sans, and Nightmare would not tolerate him dying on this mission. So, the Guardian grabbed her wrist with a tendril before she could turn the scientist to dust.

Sci scurried back, sockets wide as he realized how close to death he was. She summoned her fire magic again, and Nightmare used his other tentacles to grab her other limbs and pin her down. Other tendrils emerged from his back to swat the fire magic to destroy the attacks. He could feel the burn, but it would not last as it lacked the positive energy to cause him real harm.

"Do not lower your guard around her. Now, shall I hold her down, and you can show her the scientific version of what she did to my men?" Nightmare mused darkly.

"YOU EVIL, VILE CREATURE!" Screamed the Toriel as she tried to pull herself free.

"nightmare, please. thank you for saving me, but the threats aren't helping," Sci sighed and looked at Toriel. "he isn't evil… wouldn't call him good either. but if you hurt those in his care, he will act evil. and… they are nicer than they seem as well... his men, that is. you don't have to trust them, but we can make a deal or something."

"Absolutely not. If word gets out that I am willing to make a deal with anyone who threatens or harms them, there will be a target on their backs," Nightmare snapped. "What I can say is that I would normally feel inclined to destroy the AU of anyone who hurt them. If she tells you how to fix what she did, I will let her and everyone else in this disgusting world live!"

And that threat, he did mean.

There was a pause, and she finally looked right at Sci, "Fine, just tell the walking tar pit to let me go."

"I will, so long as you promise not to threaten my little friend again. Is that clear?" Nightmare said calmly.

"I promise," she growled out as she glared at Nightmare.

There was no hint of feelings of trickery or deceit. Still, Nightmare kept watch as he didn't trust her. That, and he didn't bring Sci along for him to get hurt, after all.

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peppermint-monster · 3 years

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Tamaki Amajiki x Bully. Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Handjob, Mean! Tamaki (at the very end), Pet names (Bunny, Baby, Goddess, Goodboy, Goodgirl, Pretty girl), Degradation, Humiliation, Cosplay-ish, Filming, Masturbation (Solo Male, solo female), Tsundere-ish reader, Unprotected sex, Mention the use of toys, Blowjob, Babytrap-ish, Simp Tama-chan, Dirty talk, Public Display, Jealous! Reader, Confession...?, Breeding kink. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (Besides she's female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies.

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

P.S. This is a College AU.

Random thought, but imagine Tamaki x Bully Chubby Reader! Where he met her in college after one of his classes. As he was about to leave the class someone seemed to have bumped into Tamaki making the timid man drop the stuff he was holding as well as himself.

“Watch where you're going!” One of her friends said.

“Ah! I-I-I’m sorry!” The indigo hair man who sat on his knees to pick up the books and paper that scattered the ground said.

“At least stare at her when you apologize.” Another one said.

The moment she saw his flush face and those siren eyes of his, trying so hard to look at her, she was hooked. Fuck.

“S-Sorry.” He says sitting up when he finally grabs all his things, leaving the poor reader stunned. Feeling her knees go weak and her heartbeat fast she knew deep down what that could mean and she wanted to know more about this man.

“Say…who is that guy?”

“Him? Oh he’s Tamaki Amajiki. He’s such a nerdy loser like I heard he hasn't even lost his v-card.” Her friend said, making the whole group chuckle as she just watched the socially awkward man walk out the door.

Not even a week and she had done everything in her power for Tamaki to notice her, doesn’t matter if it was to make a little comment every time he gets called on or gets in his way when he’s going to his seat, having him to shift his way from their bodies pressed up against each other to get to his seat that just so happens to be a few seats away from hers. Catching the cologne he put on that morning and the faint natural manly scent that’s making her go insane.

And when she finally dared to sit next to him and speak, he was a stuttering mess and easily blush just by the sight of her. And how he jumps a bit when she places a hand on his thigh in class while lovingly caressing his thigh and innocently writing down notes and listening to the professor’s lectures as he desperately prays for her to not notice the hard-on he has. Lust filled her every thought from his innocent gesture, his hand trying to shoo hers away until being called on by their professor, having the whole class staring at his flustered expression. In the end, he failed to stop her and almost got caught in the process, leading him to cross his legs together for her to stop teasing him with a cute giggle.

And the moment she found out that Tamaki was working at a cute little convenience store was when things got worse. Conveniently only coming to visit whenever it was his shift, just to buy something to then simply say it was the closest place that sold the product before making a rude insult and leaves to then continue for a couple of days until coming around there with her friend to hang out, sitting in the outdoor chairs with the table that was conveniently next to the big windows that showed the purple hair cashier who was sorting some things. If her friends ask why they always come there she just replies by saying how close it was to their dorms or how she’d be craving some sweets. She refused to let anyone know that the real reason was ‘cause she wanted to see Tama-Chan even though she saw him not even an hour ago.

She basically became a regular that anyone who was working with Tamaki would notice, joking that she may be a stalker, if only they knew….

Though for Tamaki, he became used to her going to his job just to hang around and mess with him, always asking for his help with things she couldn’t reach (even if it was a centimeter away), and accidentally spilling something on the floor, having him mop the area. She would sit across from Tamaki as he took care of customers while reading a magazine or scroll through her phone to then leave with him when his shift was done. Saying she might as well go with him since she just so happens to be leaving too.

One time when she needed help in one of her classes all the girls would recommend Tamaki will do the work if she promise to fuck him, though none of them actually went through with it. Except for her.

Innocently asking for help, he agreed as they headed to his dorm where he sat in his desk chair as she looked through his stuff. As he went to talk and do the work she leaned over his shoulder pretending to be interested in the work, breath fanning down his sensitive ears that made his face turn red and his body jolted. And so began to play with him, telling him to continue explaining what she needed to do while misplacing her hands down his chest and back up to affectionately tug on his hair just as a whimper rips through his throat.

She couldn��t even help it anymore and just sank to her knees right in front of him, spreading his legs apart to see a nice bulge. Having adoring eyes, when seeing how average of an uncircumcised dick he had, with lovely breeder balls before flicking her gaze back at him. Covering his flushed face as she simply cooed him sweet nothing as her feather-light touched the inner of his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his head when she skillfully slip her hand around his length, “This is for me, right Senpai?”

She smirked when seeing Tamaki nod shyly, tears in the corner of his eyes while the image in front of him of the reader on her knees as she sloppily deepthroats him with a thrilling expression plaster on her face.

This led Tamaki to do numerous sinful acts that she directed him to do. One time doing a personal video chat for his bully, wearing a skimpy outfit with red bondage around those thick thighs. From the outside, he seemed ashamed and bashful with what she enforced yet deep down he loved it, his nipples erect and a hard-on that was already leaking.

“Oh my God, you actually wore it? Haha! Such a pathetic pet. Go on say it, say your bunny dick wants some pussy~”

“M-My bunny d-d-dick wants some p-pussy…” His thrusts get rapid.

“Great! But whose pussy do you want? Tell me!”

“Ah! Y-yours.” He stutters out.

“Huh? Speak up. I wanna hear you?”

“You…”

“-Louder!”

“Y-YOURS!”

“Hm~ Such a good boy~” She squeals, praising the timid man while instructing what to do and how to do it.

“M-Mistress, could I p-please cum?”

“Hm~ You remember to ask first. You're such a pathetic guy, allowing yourself to be treated this way. No wonder no one respects you.” He whimpers, mewling as he now thrusts his hips to his close fist. “Of course, you can cum but you better show me or I’ll get mad and punish you!”

“Yes, of course.” He panted out, eyes glossed over, tongue sticking out as he moved the camera to show the throbbing member as he continued to flap off.

“Ah!” Tamaki grunts, load after load of cum was being milked out and all over his toned stomach as he tries to suppress his crying and moans with his hand.

“Hm~ Such a good boy. Wish I was there so I could toy with you, give you ruined orgasms.” She sighs happily, lounging on her bed with a lewd expression and a hand inside her shorts. She couldn’t help but finally toy with her throbbing clit that she neglected throughout her and Tamaki’s heated video chat. The moment they hung up, she came within chanting his name as her face buried against the shirt that she ‘borrowed’ from him, Inhaling his manly scent from when he went to workout.

Here the reader was strolling along the side of the road to Tama-Chan’s job while thinking of all the things she wanted him to do tonight. Walking inside the sliding doors expecting to see him standing or restocking the shelves but was surprised to see a woman talking to him who seems to actually be looking at her eyes and not stuttering. Tamaki. Her Tamaki, who has social anxiety and is afraid to meet someone in the eye and sweats when the spotlight is on him for too long. Wait- did he just chuckle at something that girl said. Oh. Hell. No.

Suddenly hearing a crashing sound behind them, they turned around to Tamaki noticing his bully had accidentally spilled something once again.

“Hey, worker, you might want to stop talking and clean this up before someone gets hurt.” She grunts out, puffing her cheeks with her arms crossed as he bowed goodbye at the woman before turning back to her.

“Ah! W-What are you…Mhm!” As he walked past her with a mop at hand to clean up the mess she’d done, Tamaki was pushed against the freezer door.

“Mhm…?” She teasingly nipped his earlobe, her hand that wrapped around his waist traveled up to his chest, groping his man boobies before fondling it roughly. Her fingers toyed with his nipples, pinching and tugging on them before rubbing her thumb over the perky bud.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, Tamaki lay back on her, desperately trying to stifle the moans he wanted to let out.

He could hear her inhale his scent as she dropped her hand down past the apron he was wearing and to the bulge that was already in his sweats.

“W-we can’t, we’re out in p-public…”

He struggled to stop her, hand wrapped around her wrist though was answered by a tongue licking a stripe up his neck to his Adam's apple that she left a hickey.

"Hm, that’s fine with me, Tama-Chan. So that bitch you were too friendly with could see how wimpy you are from being manhandled by a girl." She giggles, giving a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Tamaki knew what she was implying and was trying desperately to get her away, though the stronghold on her wrist was slowly becoming weak, far too horny to stop her hand from jerking him off.

After all, it’s been a whole week since she’d milked him, keeping him restrained in his chastity cage from the last punishment she claimed he’d done.

“She was only asking for directions.” He whimpers in distress not wanting to mess this up. I mean she just took off the restraints.

“Tsk- yeah right, a girl like her, I’ve seen her coming around here every day just to get what a drink or something? To then ask you for direction as if she doesn’t know her way around here! Please, she just wanted an excuse to speak to you, what a loser.” She argued.

She definitely needs to pick up tips from that bitch, who almost stole Tama-Chan from her.

“S-She was?”

“No duh! Of course, she was - I mean who in their right mind would hang out in this place all the time?” She huffed out while crossing her arms.

“Uh…you do.” He glanced over to her, right as her demeanor changed. “Do you like someone here…?”

“W-What, O-Of course not! As though anyone in here is my type!” She lashes out, nestling her face between the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see her flush expression.

“Do you also do these things to people who aren’t your type…?”

“W-What?”

“Nothing…” She was shocked to hear him speak his opinion since he always had gone with everything she asked without much fuss besides to comment how wrong it is to do it in an excluded area.

“...I only do these types of things to my pet who has been really bad.” She’d reply.

Her hand made its way under the sweats he wore, pushing down the fabric, springing out the already pre-cum oozing flush cock.

“Pl-please…”

He just couldn't help but place a hand over his mouth to cover his moans as he finally submitted, shamefully rutting his hips against her hand, loving the way his cock fit perfectly wrapped around it that made his lower abdomen flex.

“What do you want, Baby?” He shuddered, his face burning up from embarrassment as her breath fanned over his sensitive ear. “Y-you know…”

“I really don't, Tama-Chan. So why won’t you tell your Mistress.” She said, sounding innocent though he knew she had a smirk on her face.

“I-I want you t-to make me cum.”

“Such a good boy~”

She shoved him against the freezer door once again, having his hands press against the door and his back arched as she coddles close behind him, legs as well spread wide as though she was giving him a shakedown.

She pumps the heaving rod a few times, seeing the blush foreskin stretch from the weeping tip and back wrapped around it. Smearing his pre around the head and to his pisshole that she began to toy with. God, was she a freak to value this sight and for her lower part tingling when he tried to break free. What a loser~<3

“Ah!” He leans back to her front again, as she coos filthy insults and encourages him to continue by gently placing short kisses all over his jawline as his hips frantically rutted as he felt his balls tighten. “Right there.”

He moaned shamelessly as he emptied himself right there at work, on the freezer door of the beverages, slowly sliding down to the long-forgotten soda spill he was supposed to clean.

Finally turning around to see a pissed-off reader greedily licking her fingers while giving a death glare at him. He knew whatever he did, he fuck up.

“I-I said I was sorry…”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” For the past thirty minutes, Tamaki has been apologizing for the little situation that happened at the convenience store however all his pretty chubby bunny seems to want to do is ignore him. Walking a few steps ahead with her arms crossed and her nose sticking up.

“Bunny, please I don’t like it when you're mad at me. …Are you listening…? …Hey…Hey… - tsk - Listen t-to me!” He whisper shouted taking a hold of her arm so she could face him. She was shocked by the sudden outburst. Sure, she knew she could be a brat at times but she had never seen the side of Tamaki before, always being the kind and timid man who seems to care for her. Such an attentive man~ But this mean side of his…

“Don’t worry my curvy Goddess. You know Tama-Chan is really sorry for not noticing.” He cooed, gently stroking her chin while peering at her bewildered expression. Her luscious lips, which he had seen wrap around his length numerous times, were suck between her teeth.

Oh god did he look hot towering over her with that lewd expression and red face it was making her go mad.

“I’ll make it up to you. Ok, pretty girl?” Still, in a haze, she mindlessly nodded as Tamaki took a hold of her hand and dragged her to his dorm.

"Mine, mine, my pussy, s-so tight, so warm, so wet." He throaty moaned, half of the words muffled from her panties that she’d stuffed.

Roughly he pounds her into the mattress, clearly making up for lost time.

“You think all this is for you? Ha! Yeah right, you’re such a loser that even all the girls in the campus wouldn’t fuck you. You should be grateful I’m even giving you my time and day. You, you, loser.” She grabs his shoulders, leaving red crescents from her nails on his pale skin. He hissed from the pain.

Finally having enough he discards the used pantie from his mouth, and needing for her to hear everything he has to say, he grip the back of her neck pinning her forward so her face was close to his. "Don't keep my pussy away from me ever again." He grunts against her lips before shoving his tongue down her throat, licking her teeth as he slobbers all over her. Foreheads touching one another, as she cries into Tamaki’s mouth from the harsh poundings her pussy is taking.

The sound of his balls slapping heavily on her ass is practically deafening and her thighs ache from being pressed so close to her chest. Yet she loved it, still wanting his attention on her but was still mad and stubborn to move pass him talking to some girl.

“You probably even wanted that whores number with how happy you look, staring at her without once looking away or stuttering. You never looked at me like that or spoke to me without stumbling over your words. Do you really not like me that much, Tamaki…?”

“Kya!!” Suddenly her body was flipped to her side, as one of her legs was brought up and over Tamaki’s shoulder as he re-enters her.

“What are you talking about? I could never stop thinking about you. You ruined me for anyone else.” He confessed clinging to the leg that hung over his shoulder, peppering kisses all over her calf. “Wanna carry my baby? I'll do it, make you a mommy - hmph - just to prove that you're the only one for me. I'll give you as many as y-you want." Punctuating his words by leaning over her body and snapping his hips harder to aim for her g-spot with his eyes glazed over and a blissful smile plasters on his face as he wails and weakly praises.

The need to breed his pretty girl is high, Tamaki has wanted this since the moment they had gotten closer.

He's embarrassed at how desperate he is for the curvy beauty, doesn't matter how many times she was a bitch to him or a bully, Tamaki just wants to mark his goddess to keep her for himself and if that means he has to play dirty, so be it. He’ll make his bully a mommy.

“Y-yeah right as if I’ll let you breed me, you stupid -Ah!” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, too caught up with how he kept kissing her entrance with the tip.

"Oh, but your pussy got so much tighter when I said that, could it be you want that too? Wanna have the guy you bullied babies?” He layed his surprising toned body over hers, dick pounding her cunt real big and wide for her man’s cock, as he grabbed her breasts, tummy, hips, thighs, anything that he can squeeze to hold onto tightly so he could go nice and deep, rough, and mean on that spoiled hole. His mind slowly became mush from the loving feeling of his fingers sinking into her plump body. “I promise I’ll be the best daddy and husband.” He chants, getting louder as his thrusts get messier, too caught up on his own fantasy. He couldn’t even help but fondle her tummy and squeeze her against his body. “Huh? What are you talking about? Getting me pregnant. And you being my husband. All while we’re doing it.” She grunts, glancing at those beautiful indigo eyes.

“-Tsk, are you that stupid? -I’m not even surprised by your foolishness, I was the one who had to do your schoolwork for the whole semester. So, why don’t I make things clear for you? -Hey, look at me when I’m talking.” He said in a composed manner, forcefully cupping her chubby cheeks so she’d have to stare at those sharp eyes of his. He even moved his bangs so she had a better view. Oh, how her stomach did a flip, and her cunt couldn’t help but also flutter around his cock.

Is it bad that she wants Tamaki to dominate her? Maybe even treat her like a mindless tramp that only craves his attention and dick. The answer is yes.

“What I’m saying is I want a life with you; no more of this not knowing what we are. Just me and you married, and t-this tummy swollen with our baby,” He squeezed her pudgy tummy. “And I know I have to say this at your most vulnerable moment so I can finally get the truth out of you.” He admits burying his face in her neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “S-Stupid…” Tears blur her sight as she covers her face from flusteredness.

“So tell me, my sexy Goddess, you wanna be together? Be my pretty mommy, wi-ife, and my Mistress who punishes me when I make mistakes. Hm?” He pinned her hands to the side of her head forcing her to see his intense stare. That seemed to have broken down her stubborn walls, as she shrieks with ecstasy.

“Yes! I wanna be your woman. I-I wanna be your wife and baby mama, Tama-chan~ I-I-I Lov-” She wasn't able to finish talking as Tamaki plunges forward and kiss those sobbing lips as his thirst got sloppy and fast until his cock nudges something soft and gooey that made her entire body spasm and cunt flutter.

As fast as he was to kiss her, Tamaki quickly pulls away. Head falls back. Those big hands of his gripped her thick thighs twitched. His mouth drops open as he lets out a loud moan(s). “Uh, that's my girl~” Tamaki chants, over and over again right before he cums inside her gripping the side of her body tight, being the only time he forgets his timid persona of gentleness and leaves marks on her doughy skin while hoping that seeing her jiggly body would calm him down but instead betrayed him as he cums, trapped between her legs as they wrapped around his thin hips. Just to finally have him give in and moan into her mouth while letting her creamy cunt milk all his load out of him.

“For you. All this is for you. It’s always have been.”

“I-I hate you!”

“Love you too~”

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Tamaki was taken aback when he realized how delighted she'd grown with their relationship from a public standpoint. Sitting directly next to him in lecture halls and the lunchroom, and going to and from class with him. She even started working at the same place that she hung out at where Tamaki worked. Talking about him even to her friends while flashing the promise ring he had gotten her (since Tamaki claimed he needs to study hard to graduate to get a better job to take care of her and when they make a little family).

And Tamaki, who is so whipped for his pretty curvy beauty that he doesn't mind helping her with her work (while also doing some Senpai and Kouhai role-playing). Always cooking for her, and being the cute boyfriend who holds her hand as they walk next to each other, forehead kisses whenever he haves to leave her and wishing her good luck when the new semester started, and if she has good grades in this semester he'll reward her by being rough and mean as much as she please in bed cuz we all know she has no morals or respect for herself when it comes to this man.

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

#nct imagines #yandere nct #yandere kpop #nct smut #nct scenarios #yandere jaemin #yandere jeno #jaemin imagines #jeno imagines #jaemin scenarios #jeno scenarios #jaemin smut #jeno smut

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ceescedasticity · 2 years

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Gotta admit, I am very curious about the Incident At Fingon’s Welcome Back Party regarding the crab wager books...

I am so very glad you asked! (I've had this written for a while.)

Crab wagers weren't good in the First Age, but they got worse during the early Second Age when it became apparent the Valar weren't planning on any action against anyone not a leader of rebellion, and even they were likely to mostly get a pass if they pled for mercy. The Vanyar mostly took their cue from the Valar and took no action but being judgey and disapproving, and the Noldor... well, many surviving Exiles were some degree of hostile to Fëanorians, but Alqualondë was old news to them, and the faithful Noldor mostly wanted their kin back however tarnished their condition. They certainly weren't asking the Falmari to personally interact with actual active kinslayers, much less be friendly! But they weren't going to do anything about them, either.

And a lot of Iathrim Sindar were edgy anyway, over people speaking Quenya everywhere and generally feeling displaced…

And then people started getting released from Mandos with no additional punishment imposed, and, well...

It's kind of a thing, for a while, that reembodied Exiles with any degree of prominence get anonymously given booklets of themselves and their closest connections. Some of them shrug it off; most of them are very invested in not showing how much it bothers them. (A lot get sent to Finarfin and Nerdanel, too.)

Because everyone is so invested in not showing how much it bothers them, the extent of the practice and the extremity of some of the books flies under the radar until Fingon gets passed one during his welcome-back feast not long after his return, unwittingly opens it to a page containing a very graphic illustration, and has a flashback in public.

In the family meeting after that it comes out that yes, actually, that's a thing that's been happening -- we were going to warn Fingon but it hasn't happened in public like this before and Argon's just been screening his mail after what happened with Aredhel--

What happened with Aredhel? NOTHING HAPPENED WITH AREDHEL!

No, what happened with Aredhel is she WAS warned but read it anyway, and then she just left without saying anything to anyone, and Argon couldn't find her and had to go get Idril and Finrod to help -- of course he didn't tell Anairë, she'd been upset enough about Argon's booklet and the worst that had was speculation about being torn apart by ice bears.

Aredhel insists that reading it wouldn't have been a problem if it had just been about death the way it SAID it was. Death and the immediate INCIDENT leading up to it, FINROD.

Rude.

Yes, fine, Finrod did receive some of those, mostly during the War of Wrath when he was the only convenient target, and some of them WERE upsetting, but that was a long time ago now and he just wishes he'd realized Argon would be targeted, too--

Does this have anything to do with the time Edrahil wrote asking for help because everyone was pretty sure Finrod hadn't properly slept in five months?

SIGH. Yes, but don't worry, he stopped reading them after that.

...

Anyway Orodreth (not present) was warned and as far as Finrod knows never read anything, Idril was warned, fortunately they didn't target Finduilas because he definitely wouldn't have seen that coming, and all the other family members were warned though he doesn't know who listened.

(It is eventually discovered: Caranthir refused to dignify such a thing by reading it, Lalwen read it but either shrugged it off or pretended so well no one has caught on, and Ambarussa read their own and didn't take it well. Idril intercepted something meant for Elenwë. Seriously, for Elenwë?)

Finarfin is furious and guilty because it didn't occur to him that the material being sent to him might also be sent elsewhere--

--Wait, has HE been reading them?! Is this the real source of those "troubling details" he's upset by sometimes?

(Aredhel gets up and leaves the family meeting.)

Anyway Anairë is distraught and furious, Eärwen is furious with a side of mortified, and Tuor is furious and sort of hurt Idril didn't tell him.

He would have wanted to do something and couldn't have, that's why.

...Why do Finrod and Idril and Aredhel and Finduilas and Fingon all feel that there's nothing to be done about this but avoid reading them?

At any rate Eärwen makes Finarfin let her in the safe he puts them all in, selects several, and rides off to Alqualondë in a very bad mood.

Olwë has been prepared to defend vengeful betting-on-deaths for a while now.

He is not prepared when Eärwen slams several open booklets onto his desk to show him (1) several little panels of illustrated narrative of Finrod's companions being eaten alive by wolves, (2) an artistically very impressive illustration of Fingon being split open, burned, gutted, and trampled, and (3) some very creepy and kind of voyeuristic speculation on what precisely happened between Aredhel and Eöl.

Ooookay yes that has crossed a line. A line has been crossed. Actually several. He didn't know how extreme things had gotten.

Where is the line, though.

(Meanwhile Elenwë has written to Indis.)

#a tolkien tag #perspectives on 1st kinslaying #elwings 14

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The stars shined bright as you wandered through the downtown streets aimlessly, taking in the cool crisp air of the nighttime sky. Music filled the streets and your ears as you passed through a variety of stores, each one with its best wares on display to tempt you.

You were searching for a gift for Choi Yerim’s upcoming birthday, clueless on where to even start looking for ideas. It had been several weeks since you had been introduced to her, and while you knew a little about what her likes and dislikes were, buying the perfect gift that would make her special day seemed a daunting challenge.

The three of you were inseparable lately, spending most of your time outside of work at your favorite lunar themed cafe and the cutest barista that worked there who always threw in free drinks. Lately though, Hyejoo had spent more time than usual preoccupied with her new job until the late hours of the night, leaving you without her help and on your own for your quest.

There were the obvious choices of flowers and candy, and while you had to start somewhere those were boring choices. You wanted your gift to be special and worthy of the girl who you had spent so much time with lately, a girl who brought nothing but happiness and positivity into your life.

Walking past dozens of places, you waited for a store to catch your attention as most failed to offer anything substantial. One in particular caught your eye. Maybe it was the mannequins in the window wearing cute dresses that you easily pictured Yerim wearing, but this place spoke to you.

There wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary as you walked in, a small looking boutique with high ceilings and bright lights, shelves filled with meticulously folded shirts and pants in diverse sets of colors, while plentiful dresses and accessories lined the walls.

You carefully looked around, not wanting to knock anything out of place as you browsed, unsure where to even begin. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the store, which wasn’t surprising given it was rather late in the evening, approaching nearer to closing time than you expected.

“Oh, hello, sir! Welcome to Lippington’s Exquisite Clothing,” you heard a soft husky voice call out in the distance, breaking the silence as you craned your head to see a slim blonde heading in your direction.

The clack of high heels on the wooden floor grew louder with each step as she approached, her hips swaying as she sauntered through the clothing store to close the distance, forming a small smile on her lips.

When the blonde woman stepped into frame you were met with her beauty at point-blank range. It was fairly unmistakable that her golden locks weren’t natural, not that it made her any less beautiful, not a hair out of place and there must have been a lot of effort put into maintaining such a wondrous shade. You didn’t know a thing about fashion, but the black sequin dress she had on sparkled in the light, doing her small body wonders and fitting perfectly.

It seemed a little risque for a place of employment, showing off bare shoulders and barely covering up her upper chest, but you weren’t one to judge, especially when she pulled it off flawlessly. It wasn’t too tight nor was it or too short, leaving part of her body to the imagination and above else it looked expensive. You’re pretty sure it wasn’t something that could have been picked up off one of the many racks.

Her fingernails were painted dark black, something you always loved on a woman as the color matched her dress, topping it all off with a light shade of red lipstick that made her small lips pop out.

You had to snap out of your haze as you caught yourself staring, frantically darting your eyes around the store in an attempt to not appear rude.

“My name is Jungeun, can I help you find anything?”

“Ah, actually, yes. I’m looking for a present for a woman. She’s young, about your age.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to help. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Uh, not exactly. She’s a good friend of mine,” you said, stumbling over your words as true as they were. You still hadn’t formed any type of relationship with Yerim, and hearing those words out loud brought out several feelings.

The beautiful woman sensed your hesitation in answering her simple question but was eagerly happy to help anyways.

“We have several sections for women to choose from. Is there a style that you think she would be interested in?”

You found yourself caught unprepared by all her questions, even though they were just to help out. Now, whereas Hyejoo was often a sweatpants and t-shirt type of girl, Yerim loved to put in effort into her outfits, even if it was a simple trip to a convenience store.

“She wears dresses a lot. Mostly cute ones.”

“I see. Let me show you some dresses that I can help you pick out that you think she would like.”

The woman led the way as you followed, trying not to focus your attention on her backside as much as you would have liked, stopping at the front of the store in a section with several racks of dresses surrounding a giant mirror.

“Do you know what size your...friend is?” she asked, and you’re pretty sure she was teasing you. You definitely didn’t know Yerim’s size. Hell, you didn’t even know how dress sizes worked.

“No, I don’t,” you said, having a brief moment of panic. You could have asked Hyejoo, but calling her at work was an option if you could have gotten ahold of her.

“I could show you a picture of her, would that help?”

“It’s a start,” she coldly said. You grabbed your phone and looked through several pictures trying to find a suitable one that showed her body off the best, making sure to not accidentally click on the folder of private pictures Yerim had sent for your eyes only.

You came across one of your favorite pictures of Yerim, wearing a cute white flowery dress standing in front of the mirror, looking adorable as usual. You handed Jungeun your phone who stared at it intently for several moments as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Yerim…” she muttered under her breath.

“Oh, do you know her?”

“Yes,” she simply stated, handing you back her phone. “We met at Girl Front Academy and studied together for three years until we went our separate ways. I haven’t talked to her since then, but it seems she’s still sickeningly cute,” Jungeun said, and you couldn’t tell if her reaction was of annoyance or not.

“Her body isn’t too far from mine, but she’s much curvier than I am. She always had better thighs than me,” she said, and this time you could definitely tell she was annoyed as if she were lacking in the body department.

“I’ll show you a few things that should fit her.”

The smile faded from her lips as she went through several clothing racks, picking out a dress from each one that stood out in a completely different look.

“Some of these may not be her style. This one is a little frilly, and this one is maybe a little too revealing,” Jungeun said, letting you see them all. They all had their appeal, and while you could have just gone overboard and bought them all, you didn’t want to seem desperate. You needed to find the perfect dress and had confidence that this woman would help you do just that.

“I like these two,” you said, choosing one that was casual and one that was formal. Jungeun was right, one was too skimpy, too gaudy, and one was too...you couldn’t find the words but there were much better choices. They all looked nice, but the dresses left behind didn't really didn’t match Yerim’s style.

“Both excellent choices,” Jungeun said, holding them up side by side. To her left was a simple purple cocktail dress with a wide neckline and thin straps, which seemed to be about knee-length, ruffled and slightly see-thru at the base. You selfishly wanted it to be much shorter, knowing her luscious thighs being covered up was a crime but remembered this was a gift for her and not you.

The other dress Jungeun held was colorful to say the least. Lace with black at the top, dark red at the end and woven colorful fabric in the middle, equipped with a multitude of gemstones. The dress was much longer than the previous one, given Yerim’s height it would practically be touching the floor, but also had a more elegant touch to it.

To say you had trouble deciding between the two would be an understatement. Given your ignorance, you would have picked the dress on your left based on color alone.

It was a good thing you had someone who seemed to be rather informed on the subject of clothing given that it was her job as she sensed your indecisiveness as your eyes wandered back and forth.

“This one would be good for any occasion, it's thin and comfortable without being too skimpy,” Jungeun said as she held it up higher than the other.

“Now, this one is better suited to dinner parties, weddings, ceremonies, that type of thing. It’ll flatter her body more but she’ll look out of place at a cafe obviously.”

“You have a knack for this, Jungeun.”

“Ah, well, thank you,” she shyly said. “You don’t own your own store for several years without knowing a little something about fashion.”

“You own this place?”

“I do. This’ll be the third year running this place. It’s been a little dead lately, but it’ll kick back up when spring comes.”

Jungeun let out another small smile, and you’re pretty sure her arms were getting tired from holding both dresses up.

“They’re both really nice dresses, but if you still can’t decide I could help out and try them on. I may not have the body that Yerim does, but it’ll look better on me than on a mannequin.”

“You’d do that? That seems like a lot of trouble, you really don’t have to, I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do.”

“It’s not that much trouble, there’s not much else to do as you can see. Might just close up early tonight if nobody else shows up.”

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, heading towards the fitting room in the corner, taking both dresses with her. You waited just outside the door, taking a seat on the bench not unlike the same way you had for both Hyejoo and Yerim the dozens of times you were dragged away shopping with them.

She didn’t take that long to change into the first dress, walking out of the dressing room looking ready to take the runaway.

“What do you think?” she asked, as she spun around, letting you see every aspect of her in the casual dress.

“It’ll hug her body better, but it fits me nicely. It’ll look nicer with heels of course,” she said, taking note of the fact that she was barefoot. She did look rather nice in it, the dark color offset the brightness of her blonde hair, giving a glimpse at her luscious long legs as she modeled it for you.

“I like it.”

“Don’t choose until you see the other one. I’ll be right back.”

You gave a gentle nod as she disappeared back into the dressing room, and you eagerly waited for her return wanting to see a more close up look of the other dress. You had all but chosen this dress already, the formal dress had its work cut out for it and had some stiff competition.

More time passed than was expected while you waited for her to try on the other dress, not that you felt the need to complain. Maybe she was doing something different with the second dress that required more time as you sat there patiently, wasting time on your phone.

“Hey, uh. I could use some help,” you heard her call through the dressing room stall. You got out of your seat and headed over to her direction to check it out.

“What do you need?” you asked through the other side of the door.

The woman took a second of hesitation to respond. “I think the zipper’s stuck. It won’t budge. It’s unlocked, you can come in. I won’t bite.”

You’re not sure why she added that last part, but you opened the door and stepped inside to see her back to you, the zipper caught at the top of the dress. You grabbed it carefully and inspected it, pulling it down several times to no avail as it refused to work with you, unable to move like when you woke up in the mornings. Nothing worked, and you didn’t want to be too forceful with it.

“It’s not moving.”

Jungeun sighed loudly. “I should have designed this one better.”

“You designed this dress?”

“Yes, most of the clothing in this store is my own design. Anything that’s not is from other designers I know or collaborations.”

“That’s impressive.”

“It’s nothing really, I’ve been doing this my whole life,” she said nonchalantly. “Now, if it’s not going to unstuck itself you’re just going to rip it open.”

“You want me to rip it? There has to be something here we can fix it with.”

“It’ll take too long. Just be suck it up and rip it, I can fix it later.”

“If you insist,” you said, holding on to both sides of the dress you tugged hard on it, tearing the zipper down the middle as the sounds of fabric being torn filled the room as the dress became collateral damage.

“Impressive,” Jungeun said as your attention was on the now ruined dress, the zipper all the way down and dangling off to expose her back.

“Thanks, now let’s hope this other dress doesn’t give us the same type of trouble.”

“I’ll step out,” you said, heading towards the door when Jungeun’s eyes stopped you.

”What, have you’ve never seen a woman undress before?”

“Of course I have, but-”

“But what? It’s not a big deal, but if you’d prefer to wait outside, be my guest. I won’t be long.”

Well, you couldn’t let this opportunity pass you by now.

“I’ll stay then.”

“Good. Enjoy the show.”

With your back flat against the wall Jungeun began undressing, pulling the purple thin straps down her shoulders and hesitating, teasing you for a moment as your eyes met. Taking her time, she slipped her arms out of the purple cocktail dress and slowly peeling it down her body just past her waist, exposing her tight toned midriff.

Jungeun never kept her eyes off you, inching the rest of the dress off her body and wiggling her hips until gravity did the rest. The discarded garment draped around her ankles, leaving her in an alluring pair of simple white underwear, sheer in enough places that still let your imagination run wild. It was quite an unexpected sight.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to keep your mouth closed as you let out an audible deep exhale at such a gorgeous woman. Her complexion was beautiful, her skin fair and immaculate and you desperately wanted to reach out and touch her body.

“Judging by the way you can’t stop drooling over me, I’m going to guess you like what you see?”

If seeing her tight body on display wasn’t enough, she had positioned herself (perhaps even strategically so), in front of the mirror, giving you the perfect view of the white thong nestled in between her firm buttcheeks.

“Your turn,” Jungeun said, snapping you out of your trance as she placed her hands on her hips.

“What?”

“It’s not very fair for me to be the only one who’s undressed is it? Come on, I wanna see what you’re packing,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms.

Things had certainly escalated. When you walked into this store you hadn’t expected to be seeing the owner in her bra and panties, and you certainly didn’t expect you were about to match her level of nudity.

If you needed any further encouragement, her round dark eyes let you know that she wasn’t joking, and when a woman in her underwear tells you to do something you didn’t dare disappoint.

Taking a deep breath you began unbuttoning your shirt, removing each button until you had stripped it off and tossed it on the ground. Jungeun eyed your bare chest like you were a piece of meat, not unlike the way you had gawked over her earlier.

“Keep going,” she urged, and bit her lip deeply, showing her approval as you unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, not wasting time in yanking them off and kicked them away. It was difficult to process. There you were, standing across from a beautiful woman that owned the clothing store you had spontaneously picked, obviously ogling your mostly naked body while you were doing the same in return.

The whole series of events had gotten you so aroused that you hadn’t realized that your shaft had become full mast, sporting an unavoidable bulge through your boxers.

“Do you usually get this hard just by seeing a woman in her underwear?” she teased, as you looked down in embarrassment as your package dying to poke through, your cheeks instantly reddening.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural,” Jungeun said as she approached your side of the small changing room, closing the distance and cupped your crotch, causing your body to tense up.

“I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t getting excited,” she said, continuing to squeeze your crotch through your boxers.

"How would you like it if I took everything off?" Jungeun asked, using her free hand to run her hands through her golden locks, ruffling her perfectly styled hair seductively.

“I’m not that easy, you’ll have to at least buy me a drink to get my panties off. But I’ll give you a little something to hold you over,” she said as she slowly dropped to her knees on the stack of clothes that had piled up in the middle of the floor.

Jungeun wanted one thing as she grabbed your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your ankles, your hard cock throbbing as it was released from its frustrating restraints. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she grabbed your cock and squeezed it with a gentle pressure, delivering slow pleasurable strokes as her thumb rubbed your sensitive swollen tip, making you leak over her slim fingers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had some good cock. Too long,” Jungeun said as she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, slowly drawing upward and taking her time. You let out a soft moan as her pink tongue reached your swollen cockhead, swirling around and planting a wet kiss on your tip that made you shiver in delight.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she said as her wet tongue explored every inch, lapping up every drop that escaped from your leaking slit. Her lips pressed deeply against your throbbing shaft, moving from base to tip and not letting a spot go without a wet kiss that sent tingles up your spine.

“You did this to me,” you replied, and Jungeun answered not with words but with actions as her pouty lips parted with your shaft as it entered her warm mouth, her soft lips squeezing tight around your throbbing flesh as her cheeks hollowed.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” you moaned, leaning back into the dressing room’s wooden wall, as you watched Jungeun work your cock, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue followed, playing with your sensitive underside.

Jungeun’s mouth felt heavenly, her soft cherry lips wrapped tightly around your cock as she pleasured you, focusing on the first few inches of your flesh as she enveloped it with warm and wet sensations that overwhelmed you.

“That feels amazing, d-don’t stop,” you said, as the blonde woman who was practically still a stranger never ceased her oral assault on your cock. Her warm lips left a trail of warm saliva as you felt more of her throat, watching the deep lust in her eyes as she slowly sucked you off.

Shortly after you felt Jungeun’s mouth pushing deeper, her full lips sliding down your wet shaft with ease, distracting you and making you forget everything else. Jungeun wasn’t kidding as she seemed to be deprived of the taste of cock as she hungrily slurped on your shaft, voicing her satisfaction in giving you such a wonderful blowjob.

You couldn’t just stand there and watch the action unfold as you ran your fingers through Jungeun’s pretty blonde hair, guiding her movements as you placed a hand on the back of her head. She took the hint in stride, taking more of you down her throat as she gave your shaft deep satisfying strokes from base to tip, sticking her tongue out to please every inch of you she could.

“Jungeun…fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself any longer and grabbed a handful of hair, forming a tight fist around a makeshift ponytail as you used it to assist her into a faster rhythm that she didn’t seem to mind.

You kept Jungeun’s mouth busy, using her ponytail as your personal set of reins to force her mouth to the very end of your base repeatedly, using her mouth without mercy. She gave no sounds of discomfort, if anything she voiced the opposite as she slobbered all over your needy shaft, covering it with her messy drool as her throat was kept filled.

You kept this up for as long as you could, savoring Jungeun’s wet and hot mouth and occasionally gave glances towards the mirror to distract you with her delicious backside as the sounds of her slurping on your cock filled the room that caused you to moan even louder.

“F-fuck, Jungeun, I’m about to cum,” you said, releasing the tight grip you held on her hair as it fell back onto her beautiful shoulders.

“I wonder what you’ll taste like,” Jungeun said as she withdrew your cock from her wet mouth with a loud pop, using her tongue to frantically trace around your swollen tip, pushing you even more over the edge.

Jungeun could sense your climax wasn’t backing down as she took control of your cock, furiously stroking it as she opened her mouth and stuck her pink tongue out as she prepared to finish what she started.

You were almost there as your breathing shallowed, every long stroke from base to tip Jungeun gave your shaft made your balls tighten even more, her tongue flicking against your dripping slit to expedite your impending orgasm.

“J-Jungeun, I’m cumming!” you cried out as her grip tightened, her eyes laser-focused onto you as your throbbing cock shot cum directly onto her wet tongue and into the back of her mouth as she emptied you.

Multiple thick spurts of cum fired from your tip that caused you to moan with need, each feeling better than the last as a milky white pool collected on Jungeun's wet tongue as she worked your shaft, making sure to drain your balls thoroughly.

Jungeun made sure she squeezed out every drop as she kept her mouth open, making a show of swirling your fresh load, sloshing it around before she closed her mouth. You watched the beautiful sight of Jungeun's throat gulping as she swallowed it all.

“Not bad, I guess,” she said, displaying her now empty pink tongue and licked her lips, sucking the sensitive tip of your depleted shaft to make sure there were no more remnants left, forcing a reaction that made your entire body shake.

Jungeun stood back up and gave your cock a few final strokes, making sure she kept a tight grip with every twist that drove you crazy.

"Okay, get out,” she abruptly said, as you leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.

“W-what?” you replied, trying to catch your breath as you picked out which clothes were yours from the discarded pile.

“I have to close this place up, it’s late and there are a lot of things that have to get done. You can leave after you get dressed.”

“What about the dress? I still need to buy Yerim something.”

“You can pick it up tomorrow, I'll hold it for you. You wanted this one didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, it’ll look good on her.”

“No, it’ll look great on her. We close at ten, show up anytime before that.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Ugh, fine I guess,” she said as you dug your phone out of your pants that you hadn’t bothered to put back on.

“Hope you enjoyed that. I don’t do that often, I just felt bad,” she said as she keyed in her number into your phone.

“You felt bad? That must be why I can see that wet spot on the front of your panties, Jungeun,” you said, and she quickly broke eye contact, embarrassed by her obvious enjoyment.

“You can let yourself out.”

Jungeun grabbed her clothes and left without another word, giving you one last glance at her perfect rear as she left the dressing room. You got dressed in a rush, not wanting to stay any longer and excited the clothing store, still feeling the fatigue setting in.

✦✦

Work kept you at the office longer than you had planned to be, which always seemed to always be the case, something that couldn’t be helped. After finishing tedious paperwork and last minute preparations for the next day you didn’t step out of the building until roughly after nine p.m and headed straight towards Jungeun’s clothing store, not bothering to change your clothes.

You made your entrance as quiet as possible, which wasn’t that difficult given she was finishing ringing up a customer as patiently waited for their transaction to finish up, casually browsing the clothing selection in the meantime.

“Didn’t think you were going to show up,” you heard, the unmistakable husky voice of Jungeun as she approached your area of the store. Her outfit was a little less flashy today, wearing a tight white top that showed off the outline of her breasts and very short jean shorts that showed off her amazingly long legs.

“Had a lot of work to finish before I could come here.”

“I know that feeling,” she said as she grabbed the purple dress you had decided on from behind the register.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the same dress from yesterday, that one has been repurposed. This size should fit her, but if it doesn’t feel free to return it.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit her just fine. You know what you’re doing,” you said.

“I’d like to think so. You can go ahead and swipe your card now.”

“It’s cheaper than the price tag was yesterday,” you said as you inserted your card back into your wallet, putting in your pin number and completing the transaction.

“I threw in a discount. Think of it as a present from me to Yerim,” she said, batting her eyelashes as her lips formed a sweet smile.

“Thank you, Jungeun. That was very generous of you.”

“It’s not what you think. I’m just doing this as a favor, I don’t like you or anything,” Jungeun said as she bagged your gift for Yerim and handed it to you.

“I’m sure she’ll love it. Have a good night, Jungeun.”

You took your next step but before you could even finish placing your foot down Jungeun grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Aren’t you going to buy me that drink?” she asked, gently squeezing your arm with her small hand as you looked down at her pretty fingernails.

You didn’t typically drink on a Thursday night, but you also didn’t typically get a blowjob in a dressing room from a beautiful woman. It’s not like you couldn’t use it either, work continued to pile up and you hadn’t even had a chance to depressurize from it all.

“Okay, I’d like to buy you a drink, Jungeun.”

“Good, because I could certainly use one. Maybe even two.”

“I know the perfect place.”

“I’ll need to finish up here, looks like nobody else is showing up so I can get started on closing. Send me the address, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

✦✦

Just a little over an hour later you pulled up a chair in a familiar place, taking a seat at the counter in your favorite dive bar you had been to dozens of times - both yourself and with the company of Yerim and Hyejoo. Taking a look around there was both familiarity and a lack thereof to the place.

New paintings had been hung, the walls painted with a fresh coat paint that made the place pop, and the rickety wooden stools had been replaced with fancier black ones, adding a hint of sophistication to the joint. It still needed tons of work but it was a start.

“Hey stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while,” you heard a distinctive deep voice speak out, one that could only belong to your favorite bartender Heejin. Your eyes met as she flashed a beautiful smile as she wiped down the counter.

“Work has kept me away from this place,” you said, as Heejin’s lips formed a deep out on her features. It was difficult to see in the dim lights, but her hair had been dyed a lighter shade of brown, making her more beautiful than the last time you came here.

“You here alone? I’m used to seeing you with those two cute girls,” she said, putting up bottles of alcohol and restocking clear straws on the counter.

“I’m waiting for someone. Met her yesterday.”

“Ooh, how exciting. Tell me all about her,” Heejin said as she leaned forward, capturing your attention.

“I don’t know that much about her yet other than she’s a fashion designer. She owns her own clothing store downtown by the pier.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I’m sure she’s lovely. Can I get you started on anything while you wait?”

“I’ll just take a beer for now.”

“Coming right up!”

No more than a few seconds later Heejin placed down an ice cold mug directly in front of you filled to the brim with just a touch of foam. You slipped a few dollars in her stuffed tip jar, earning an ear to ear grin as she excused herself.

Moments later the seat next to you became occupied, the familiar perfume wafting through your nostrils that could be one person, Jungeun.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some last minute customers I had to deal with,” she said, placing her large purse on the bar counter in front of her.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make it,” you said, taking your first sip of beer and wiping the foam from your lips.

“This place is a bit of a dump, isn’t it?” Jungeun bluntly said, not mincing her words.

“I don’t come here for the atmosphere.”

“Why do you come here then?” she asked, as Heejin came back and bent over to grab something off of the lower shelf, her tight pants doing her body justice as she flashed a smile as she rose up.

“Oh I see why,” she said, letting out a loud chuckle as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“That’s not it,” you insisted. “I like the drinks here. It’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“Well, I’d hate to see how bad it looked before,” she said, rolling her eyes as she signaled Heejin over.

“Hi there! What can I get you?”

“A glass of red wine please.”

Heejin was nothing but diligent and before you could blink Jungeun was inspecting her half-filled glass of dark red wine, determined to find something wrong with it before indulging. For some reason she didn’t seem like a wine girl to you, but to be fair you didn’t know much about her other than she gave a spectacular blowjob.

“You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” Jungeun said out of the blue, swirling her glass around before taking her first taste.

“What?” you said, nearly choking on your malty beverage.

“The cute girl with the brown hair. The way she looks at you makes me think she’s done more than serve you a drink,” Jungeun teased, crossing her legs.

You sighed loudly. “What are you a mind reader? Yes, I may have seen her naked on an occasion...or three.”

“No, it just seemed rather obvious. Who you sleep with isn’t my business though,” Jungeun said, and you swore there was a hint of jealousy in her tone as she swirled her drink in the dim light and watched the red liquid sloshing around.

Jungeun looked around, unsatisfied at what she saw. Clearly she was used to a higher stand of establishment. Her wine glass was already half-finished, she quickly threw her head back and poured the rest down her mouth, and you can’t say you ever saw someone drink wine like that.

“I’m tired of this place. Let’s get out of here.”

“We just got here-”

“And I know a better place we can go that doesn’t have bad music. ”

“Where exactly would that be?”

“My apartment,” Jungeun replied, flashing seductive bedroom eyes.

“If you were that eager we could have just skipped this part.”

“What, and miss out on a free drink? That’s the only reason I showed up.”

“Oh, and here I was thinking it was because you enjoyed my company.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I-It’s not like I wanted you to fuck me,” Jungeun said, making a show out of fixing her hair as she left her chair and grabbed her purse.

“I’ll meet you outside, thanks for the drink.”

Jungeun became harder to read with every minute you knew her. One minute she was batting her eyes and flirting with you and touching your shoulder, the next she barely seemed interested in you. It didn’t matter too much as you just had a personal invitation to her place and that was your golden ticket. You had barely touched your drink but that didn’t seem as important anymore as you paid your tab and left Heejin a generous tip as always.

“Guess someones getting lucky tonight,” Heejin teased as she waved goodbye, and you weren’t quick sure what you were getting yourself into.

A short ten minute taxi ride and you were following Jungeun up a set of stairs and waiting for her to unlock her apartment door.

“It’s not much, but it’s cozy,” she said as she bent down to remove her heels as you slipped your own shoes off and gently placed them carefully on the ground.

“I’ll give you a quick tour,” she said, gesturing for you to follow her as you took a quick look around. The living room was small but decorated with various paintings and a white leather couch big enough for multiple people, with small black throw pillows on either end. Underneath the glass coffee table was a huge blue rug and a pink makeup pouch left behind.

“Here’s the kitchen. I don’t cook much,” she said as her bare feet walked through black marble tile floors that looked spotless. It wasn’t the fanciest kitchen, but you would have loved to make a meal here sometime. In the center was a small kitchen island and a few stools, the counter wiped clean and a bowl of delicious looking fruit that you couldn’t tell was fake or not.

Jungeun led you past the kitchen as you looked at the various appliances she had gathered, a high-end blender caught your eye that rivaled those you had seen at cafes.

“Here's the bathroom,” she said, a huge assortment of various types of makeup lined the counter, once again perfectly clean as if she was expecting a visitor. Her shower was quite spacious, it was definitely the first time you’d seen one large enough to have two showerheads. The wall was patterned with black tile that contrasted nicely with the rest of the white bathroom.

“Last stop,” Jungeun said as she took several steps ahead of you, giving you the chance to take in her body as her hips swayed and you watched her long legs.

“And this is where you’ll be fucking me,” Jungeun bluntly said as she stopped at her bedroom.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miss Jungeun.”

“And why’s that?” Jungeun asked as she took a step towards you, closing the distance as she placed her hands on your shoulder.

“Who says I’m going to fuck you here? You’ve got a nice kitchen, a living room…”

Jungeun leaned in and planted a deep kiss on your lips, the taste of her lingering as she pulled back and you could see the lust in her eyes.

“You’re convincing me.”

“Then let me convince you a little more,” she said as she spun around on her heels and walked away from you, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving her out of sight. She didn’t spend much time inside, dramatically opening the door and came out in a luxurious white bathrobe as she appeared back in view.

“You should have a seat for this,” Jungeun said with a mischievous smile on her features as you did as instructed, taking a seat on her bed and feeling her silk sheets as you leaned back.

Jungeun made sure she had your full attention as she slowly began to untie the cotton belt around her waist, opening up as she draped it off her broad shoulders as it fell to the carpet underneath her.

The sight displayed in front of you was nothing but breathtaking, causing your jaw to drop as Jungeun’s perfect tight body was dressed in the sexiest pair of lacy red lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

“Red looks amazing on you.”

“It happens to be my favorite color,” Jungeun said, as your eyes feasted on her stunning body, unable, nothing could lose your focus. The dark red color contrasted perfectly with her milky skin. Her breasts were pushed up nicely, showing off her wide hips and delicious legs that never seemed to end.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to come touch me?”

That was the only invitation as you lifted your body off the mattress as your hands were practically magnetized to her body. You started at her thighs, feeling how soft they felt against your palms as you moved to her deadly hips, nothing but satisfied at how good they felt to grip.

You couldn’t help yourself one bit as you snaked around her waist and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her towards you and grabbing as much as you could, thankful for the fact that Jungeun loved to wear skimpy thongs. Your palms were full of her soft flesh as you kneaded them, giving her beautiful backside a loud slap that echoed and made her gasp.

“F-fuck,” Jungeun said, her words light and airy as you moved to the front of her body, up her toned midriff and up to her chest, squeezing her perky breasts through the annoying piece of fabric keeping you from them.

“Jungeun,” you said with a lowered voice as you tempted her with the idea of kiss, tilting your head as you licked her neck and whispered in her ear.

“I’m dying to fuck you.”

“P-please. You’re making me so wet,” she whimpered desperately as you buried yourself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin there with no intention to stop. Jungeun was giving herself to you in no time, letting out soft erotic moans as you nibbled on her beautiful neck.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.”

“T-thank you,” Jungeun replied as her cheeks blushed a shade of faded red as she anticipated what was next.

“Can I take this off?” you asked as you slipped a finger underneath one of her bra straps, as it practically screamed to be let loose.

“Y-yes, please take everything off me. I want you to see every inch of me.”

Her voice was just the ticket you needed as you found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, keeping eye contact with Jungeun as you slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and tossed it out of view.

Your pants tightened as you saw Jungeun’s exposed breasts for the first time, small yet powerfully perky, not unlike Yerim. You gave several teasing licks on her nipples, causing a series of whiny moans to leave her lips as you focused on one breast, pinching the other as your lips slurped and nibbled freely.

“G-god, just fuck me already,” Jungeun begged, and it seemed she didn’t share your patience in wanting to take your time with her.

“You need it that bad?”

“Y-yes. I want you to ruin me,” she said as she looked at you doe-eyed, lips quivering as she wanted to give herself to you fully.

“I’ll be happy to then,” you said as you tilted her chin up and gave her lips one deep tender embrace, rubbing your hand across her soft cheek.

“Hold on, one more thing,” Jungeun said as scurred into her huge walk-in closet and disappeared inside it. She emerged after a few moments with something unseen in her hands as she came back into view.

Jungeun grabbed your wrist and flipped it around, dropping a bundle of red braided rope onto your palm as she shyly smiled.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” you asked, playing dumb as you felt the soft fabric of the rope.

“I want to be tied up and fucked. What else would you do with it?” she asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Only if you want to of course,” she added.

“I want to,” you said. You definitely wanted to. You had Heejin to mostly blame for unlocking this side out of you.

You stared into her eyes intently for one intense moment before abruptly grabbing her hips and spinning her around, admiring her naked back and her barely covered asscheeks. Jungeun’s breath hitched as you grabbed her delicate wrists and pulled them behind her back, wrapping them both in beautiful red rope as you bound them together tightly,

“Too tight?” you asked, resting a hand against her toned back and caressing her skin.

“Not at all,” she replied as you spun her back around as your eyes met, and you couldn’t help but smile that Jungeun was now at your mercy. You took advantage of this right away and roamed her body with your hands, squeezing her breasts and moving downward as you brought two fingers against her clothed heat, confirming the wetness of her cunt that was soaking through her panties.

“Safe word?” you asked as pressed two fingers against her clothed core as her legs twitched.

“Eclipse.”

“Good, then let’s get started,” you said as you helped her lower to her knees as she pressed into the carpet as you began undressing, scattering clothes around Jungeun’s body until you were left in your boxers. Your bulge poked through the material desperate to be freed, a stark reminder of the previous day

“Look what you did, Jungeun,” you said with a smirk on your lips, admiring her half-naked body as she was at your whims. Her skin grew warmer as she knelt patiently as you removed your underwear, slick dripping down her thighs and making the only piece of clothing left on even wetter.

Jungeun admired your cock with a hunger like no other as you grabbed it and slapped her pretty face with it, letting her suck your swollen tip for several seconds before removing it, causing a cute pout to form on her features.

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, caressing the side of her cheek and watching the need in her eyes.

You couldn’t help admire how pretty Jungeun was as you rubbed her soft lips with one finger, and without asking she instinctively sucked on your fingers sensually. She had a wanton need for anything inside her mouth as her lips and tongue wrapped around your fingers with the same amount of desire she had given to your cock.

Jungeun slurped hungrily on your fingers as you pushed them in deeper, moving past both knuckles and creating a slow rhythm as she gagged but her eyes begged for more as you felt her warm messy saliva seeping everywhere, making a mess everywhere.

You waited just a little longer, letting Jungeun continuously suckle on your fingers until you felt she had enough, wiping her leftover saliva down her neck and chest as you gave her stiffened rosy nipples one more pinch.

“That’s all you get for now,” you said as you helped her stand upright and lifted her frame onto the bed. Jungeun did what she could to assist as you positioned her on her knees with her ass raised as her face plopped down on the sheets, resting her chin on the mattress.

You took your position behind Jungeun’s bent over body, the thin piece of fabric nestled between her ass being the only barrier between you and nirvana. The flimsy piece of underwear was almost as dark as blood but did little to hide the wet spot soaking through, and it was hard to focus your eyes on a single part of her tight body, or the way her hands were tied behind her back.

Your hands explored Jungeun’s backside, her skimpy thong was a poor excuse to cover up any skin as you fondled her cheeks. You almost didn’t want to remove such a daring garment from her body, it looked too good on her. The thought occurred to push it to the side, giving you the best of both worlds but your animalistic urges took over instead as you grabbed the thin piece of fabric and tore it right off her body.

Jungeun gasped loudly as you tossed the ruined pair of underwear away, every inch of her body now exposed for you and all it took was one look down at her beautiful pink pussy to make your erection even stronger than you thought was possible.

Taking one more look down, Jungeun had already spread her legs for you as you grabbed your shaft and lined it with her entrance, rubbing her pink pussy lips with your swollen tip as you felt her wetness collecting on it.

“P-please, just fuck me, already. Use me!” Jungeun begged, which only motivated you to keep up the teasing, slipping yourself dangerously close to entering her and withdrawing at the last moment just to hear her whimpering moans.

“F-fuck, please!” Jungeun continued to plead, and you felt a hint of pity for her desperation and nudged yourself against her pussy, the heat radiating off her body begging you to enter her.

Just a few more seconds of teasing was all you could take - you needed her just as bad, and in one perfectly smooth movement you popped your hips and entered her, both of you overwhelmed by a hundred different sensations.

“Oh god,” Jungeun said as you moaned simultaneously, watching your tip being swallowed up by her suffocatingly tight pussy. You took a moment to let it all sink in before moving, the initial warmth and wetness surrounding your cock taking your breath away.

You didn’t remember how long you took, it could have been just a few seconds or several minutes to get used to the intense sensations as you started thrusting inside Jungeun, her silky warm flesh clinging tight as you grabbed her hips and found a rhythm, picking up speed gradually.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so good, stretch my pussy out, p-please ruin me!” Jungeun begged, her naked body at your mercy. There wasn’t much point in taking your time when both of you wanted the opposite, Jungeun’s intoxicating warmth enticing you to not keep your sluggish pace for long.

With a bruising grip on her satisfying hips, you no longer felt the need to be gentle with her and intensified your pace with every stroke, bottoming her out every time as her delicious cunt squeezed your throbbing shaft, keeping her pussy plenty filled.

The rhythm grew and grew as did the lust and desire in the room as your hips hurled against Jungeun’s ass, leaving the harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh that was music to your ears.

“P-pound me, f-fucking pound my pussy,” Jungeun said, her words now muffled into her pillows as your pistoning hips gave powerful thrusts as deep as you could fit your cock.

“I need to hear you, Jungeun. You’re so wet, you like being fucked like this?” you asked, grabbing a rough handful of golden hair and tangling it around your fingers, tugging back on it harshly to free her head from the comfort of her pillows.

“F-fuck yes, please keep using me!”

Her lustful words washed away any worries you were being too rough with her as you gripped a fistful of hair tighter, keeping her head upright as her pussy clenched in approval. Jungeun moaned even louder as your vigorous thrusts continued, her juices spilling out of her cunt so freely as the arousal was heavy in the air.

Jungeun’s moans turned into loud husky screams as you kept a handful of pretty hair clenched, pounding into her hole carelessly as you glanced down at her bound wrists and releasing one of your hands from her hips and without warning slapped her tight ass.

Her flesh rippled hypnotically, encouraging another slap to her behind on the other side as her walls pulsated in response.

“Harder, make it hurt,” Jungeun said, a mixture of demanding and begging and you weren’t going to back down as you winded back your arm and swung hard against her cheeks, the delicious echo of your palm striking her cheeks until the color began to match the restraints around her tied wrist.

Jungeun let out deep satisfied moans after each smack against her now tender flesh, the clench of her cunt matching the rhythm of your forceful strikes of her backside. The color of her cheeks grew darker and tears formed in her eyes from such pleasurable pain. WIth every few slaps you gave her sensitive red flesh a squeeze, rubbing out the sting until you upped the impact of flesh on flesh.

Your only regret was you were unable to see the satisfaction in Jungeun’s gorgeous eyes, but if the way her pussy was dripping all over your cock you knew she was loving every second of it.

Giving Jungeun’s bright red cheeks a break, you used your hands to explore what skin you had access to, running your hands up and down her back, feeling the sweat dripping off it as you fucked her mercilessly, the hard smack of the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust.

“Does that feel good, Jungeun? Do you like being fucked like a little slut?”

“Y-yes, I love when you fuck me like a toy, please don’t stop,” Jungeun said with strangled words, too lost in the pleasure to think of anything else.

You released the grip on her hair, letting strands fall to her shoulders that stuck to her sweaty back as you prepared for your next step, grabbing her hips and pushing her down until she was flat on her stomach and her knees pressed into the sheets.

Your thrusts came fast and loose as your legs were spread onto either side of Jungeun's body as you fucked her senseless in this position, able to achieve a deeper sense of penetration that drove you crazy.

It didn't take long to become unhinged, your pace wild and reckless as you held on to the sides of her ass for leverage, slamming repeatedly without any concern as the room filled up with her needy moans.

"Oh my god, you're so deep! Fuck me just like this, please fuck me just this, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Jungeun's cries threw gasoline on the flames of passion as you used more power in your hips, and you were content to make sure she couldn't walk for a week as you railed her into the mattress.

You swore the bed was about to give out, and you didn't give a damn and only focused on the hot dripping flesh you were spearing yourself into.

"You fuck me so well, holy shit! I'm so close!"

“Good, cum for me you greedy slut. Cum all over this fucking cock,” you said, as sweat drenched your forehead, the air in the room growing harder to take in. Jungeun could barely remember where she was, her mouth constantly agape as drool spilled out of her lips, moaning breathlessly as the fire in her abdomen grew and grew.

“Ah! I-I’m cumming!” Jungeun said, barely able to form words at this point, powerless to do anything else. Her pussy pulsated uncontrollably around your shaft as you kept the same relentless pace as she creamed all over you, the warm flood of juices spilling onto your crotch as she came hard, toes curling behind you and her thighs visibly shaking.

Jungeun let out a slew of profanities as her orgasm hit her like a train, and you didn’t let up one second and fucked her through every intense second, the loss of her limbs to grab hold of anything drove her insane as her labored breathing filled your eardrums, every moment of pleasure almost causing her to black out.

“H-holy shit,” Jungeun managed to say as her high gradually faded, the aftershocks in her body firing off every so often that she could hardly catch a breath, her thighs flushed and stained with slick, overflowing on her silk sheets underneath your sweaty bodies.

Jungeun’s wonderful orgasm came to a close, and now it was your turn as you grabbed her bound wrists and held them tight, steering yourself towards your much needed bliss as you gave it your all. Her pussy was so deliciously wet after her climax, lubricating your harsh movements inside her thoroughly fucked cunt and sending spikes of pleasure everywhere throughout your body.

You gave her the final pounding she deserved, her pussy stuffed with every inch of hard flesh as you moved furiously inside her, wringing out all the pleasure out of her body that you could take until you felt that familiar and welcome tightness in your core that signaled the end.

“Jungeun, I’m about to fucking cum,” you growled, endlessly fucking into her warm hole to coerce your orgasm on a path to pleasure with no brakes.

“Cum wherever, on me or in me, please just cum for me,” Jungeun said, and you took no time to figure out just where you wanted to do that.

Savoring the final moments, you gave a few more hammering thrusts into Jungeun’s body before you withdrew from her warmth, pulling her up and helping her off to the side of the bed as she took position on her knees, her arms still tied behind her as she anxiously awaited the finale.

You had Jungeun just where you wanted her as she had the biggest grin on her features as you stroked your cock from base to tip, and she knew just where your load was going and licked her lips.

“Are you going to paint my face?” she asked, already knowing the answer as you stroked furiously in response, planning on using her as your canvas.

“Give me your cum, please cum on my face, please. Cover me in your thick load, please please please, cum all over my face, I need it so fucking bad,” Jungeun desperately begged, her needy words being the one last thing that set you off.

It took less than a few strokes for you to erupt as you unloaded all over Jungeun’s gorgeous face. You let out loud satisfied groans and fired your first thick shot of cum that landed on her forehead, ending up in her disheveled hair.

You emptied your balls all over her cheeks, her full lips, her cute nose and chin as you squeezed out every last drop, not letting anything go to waste as her face was covered in pearly white, the look of satisfaction in her eyes as you were drained.

Jungeun licked what she could, frustrated with her hands still tied up and out of commission as the mess you had just deposited on her stunning face began to drip down slowly, spilling off her chin and onto her chest as you collected yourself and tried to regain your breath.

She had never looked more beautiful.

Jungeun leaned forward as you guided your cock one more time into her mouth as she cleaned you off, gently sucking your sensitive tip dry with your load staining her face. You took one more moment to admire your handiwork before untying her wrists.

“You okay?” you asked as she regained the use of her hands, the first thing she did with them was to stroke your softening cock, giving one more wet kiss.

“I’m great now,” she said, heavily breathing as you exchanged tired smiles.

“You really covered me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a huge load,” Jungeun giggled as you sat on the edge of the bed, nearly collapsing on it.

“I only have you to blame for that,” you said.

“I’ll go get cleaned up. You can join me if you want, or you can rest here. Either way you better be ready for another round,” she said, slow to stand upright as she turned into her now ever familiar pose, her hands on her hips with a stern look in her eyes.

“You’re insatiable, Jungeun,” you said, still struggling to find your breath again.

“N-no, I’m not. It’s not like I enjoyed your cock inside me,” she scoffed, spinning on her heels as she disappeared into her bathroom.

You still felt the tingles of your intense climax as you looked around the room, sinking into the sheets and wondered what else she Jungeun wanted, or rather what she wanted you to do to her.

You’d just have to be patient and find out.

#loona smut #kim lip smut #loona #kim lip #reader insert #kpop smut #male reader #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kim jungeun #kimberly lippington

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genevievemd · 3 years

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The Newlywed Game: Round 11

A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm a little excited to answer my own questions lol As always, a huge thank you to our queen of the newlywed game, the icon that brought us Allensey, @jamespotterthefirst! Wedding Wednesday would not exist without you. Also, I best be seeing Allensey answer these, ma'am!

For Both:

1. Where did you go on your second date?

Genevieve: Our patient's art show, although we could count the opera, but I was sad and you were -- Ethan: No. Those were not dates, G. Gen: You asked me out, there for they're dates. Ethan: No, no, no. If we go by this logic, our first date would have been that time you followed me to Derry's and we people watched. Gen: Exactly. Ethan: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Our second date was the drive in theater in Meldon, they were playing grease. You wore your hair like Sandy in the beginning of the movie, it was cute. Gen: Had to be on theme. But let's be honest, we only watched like fifteen minutes of the movie, the rest of the time we made out in your car. Ethan: *smiles wide*

2. What is their pet name for you? Do you have a favorite? Do you have a least favorite?

Ethan: She calls me 'babe' most often, it's not my favorite. Gen: Let me guess, your favorite is chief? Ethan: No, it's not. It's "my love". You don't use it often, but when you do, the look in your eyes... it's my favorite, hands down. Gen: *heart eyes* Ethan uses a variety for me; darling, sweetheart, love, baby on the super rare occasion. Also, G, which didn't start as a pet name, but it's kind of turned into one. He's like one of the few people in the world that call me G, and that makes it special, too. Ethan: Which is your favorite, "baby"? Gen: Rookie, because it didn't come from my name, and it's not the usual pet name. It's just for me. Second favorite is "baby" because it's just *fan's self*. And no least favorite.

3. What is their silliest fear?

Gen: Interns. Ethan: I'm not afraid of interns! Gen: Social interaction? Ethan: Will you -- Gen: *smirks* Ethan: Her silliest fear is the dark. Gen: How is that silly? Lots of people are afraid of the dark. Ethan: Children, maybe. And it's a situational fear, you're completely fine in the dark in our home, but you're petrified of the dark outside. Gen: You can't see what's there! There could be a ghost or a zombie, or a creepy dude coming to kidnap me. Ethan: We live in a city, that's never dark enough for something to jump out of the shadows. Gen: Stop judging me, old man.

4. How often do you go on dates together? Do you think it’s enough or would you like to go out more often?

Gen: Once a week, we have a "date night". More often than not, though, it's just us making dinner and watching a movie or something. But it's a night where we put our phones in the other room and just spend time together. Ethan: We try to go physically out on a date every couple of weeks. Gen: And it's never enough. Ethan: I know, I need to get better at prioritizing our relationship. Gen: No, I meant, like, no matter what it'll never be enough. We could go on a date every night of the week and I'll still feel like it's not enough. You're my person, I wanna be with you all the time. Ethan: *looks at G like she hung the moon* I love you. Gen: I love you.

5. What was the first thing your spouse said after the proposal?

Gen: My name. Ethan: Because you were standing there, unmoving. I was getting concerned. Gen: Like I'd have said anything other than "yes". Besides, I was in a little bit of shock. But after that, I said yes. And then "I love you." And then -- Ethan: I have to call my mom. But that came hours later.

6. If you were forced to marry one of your exes, who would it be?

Ethan: What exactly is the point of this question? Gen: To make you jealous. I'd marry my first boyfriend, Patrick. He's one of the sweetest guys in the world. Ethan: You answered that way too quick. He's the one I met during your second year, correct? The one visiting his sister? Gen: Yes, that was Patrick. Ethan: *grumbles* Gen: *laughs* Your turn. Ethan: No one. I never even considered marriage until you. Gen: Okay, but you're being forced, therefore, you have to pick someone. Harper? Ethan: No, Camila. Gen: Seriously? Ethan: Seriously. Harper and I, we were great and all, but that was situational, convenient. Camila I had rather deep feelings for, and she's an incredible doctor and woman. I'd pick her. Gen: *pouts* Okay, you're right, I don't like this question, it's stupid. Ethan: *laughs then kisses her cheek* Don't worry, love, I'm sure Tobias would steal her from me again.

Bonus Round:

Speaking of exes, describe each of your spouse’s exes using three words only. Go!

Gen: Cam; smart, philanthropic, inspiring. Harper; intelligent, beautiful, iconic. Anna; funny, compassionate, cheerful. I'm only naming those three, because they're your most serious relationships. If I name all the woman you dated for less than two weeks, we'd be here for like another ten minutes. Ethan: I feel insulted. Gen: Your turn. Ethan: Patrick; polite, lack-luster, tall. Jackson; rude, unintelligent, vain. Ryan; narcissistic, vacuous, cowardly, cruel, predatory -- Gen: Three, babe, they said three. Ethan: Fine, moving on. Nate: small-minded, cynical, disorganized. Gen: How is Nate small-minded? He's a doctor, who works at the Mayo Clinic. Ethan: Because he refused to be sympathetic or understanding to your trauma from Ryan. Therefore, he's small-minded. And a whole host of other words. Gen: *giggles* You hate all of my exes. Ethan: Not all of them, Rookie. I don't hate Patrick. Gen: Fine.

That last one was so fun to do. I love over-protective-hates everyone Ethan. Someday, I'll write the fic where he meets Patrick, takes place like right before the attack in book 2.

(tagging separately because that seems to be the only way tags work lately)

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #the newlywed game #ethan x gen

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wannajointhecrabcult · 4 years

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Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

#maribat #maridami #miraculous x dc #daminette #Miraculous crossover #damian x marinette #i still cant believe that people actually liked my last post omg #people are so supportive in this fandom #masks and music

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I keep seeing way too many BA's saying that Cole and lili don't have chemistry & I have to scratch my head at that. There's no denying that KJ & Lili have chemistry but to me what they have is the chemistry of easy old friends. There's a clear familiarity to their chemistry which I think people keep misreading as being explicitly romantic. Now, betty and jug have a great foundation of friendship in their chemistry but what they have on top of that is romantic/sexual tension.

and i think kj and lili can pull it off, but that they’re not supposed to. i think ba is supposed to radiate a friendly/tender energy. sometimes to me it feels like they’re siblings. two moments i saw some strong physical chemistry between them was in their 4.17 kiss and the 5.06 scene before the car sex, when they’re making plans to hook up. But most of the time The chemistry between KJ & Lili is warm & friendly but it also gives the clue that a supposed B*rchie 'romance' wouldn't last long and it didn't also there's more chemistry on some bh scenes just talking that all the ba explicit scenes.

oh hell, i think caring about what the b/as say is way past its prime. their arguments are almost always made in bad faith. they hated jughead until they found someone not betty to say he was amazing together with. because he was toxic in high school, right? but they love him as adult (who wrote a whole book about his high school sweetheart but i don’t think they like remembering that fact) or whatever it is they’re saying.

listen, there’s no point in fighting with a wall. people can ship whatever they want. that they feel the need to justify it (rip one character down to prop up the other, make it performative, say some rude af shit about one woman to make themselves feel better, etc) is on them. we can explain why bughead personally appeals to us all day long and the only people who are going to ever care are the ones who already agree with us.

and to honest, biased opinions are never going to be truly objective. no one is immune from that. listen, i don’t even know how long cole and lili dated (years? right?) but you don’t date people you don’t have personal chemistry with for years so the idea that they have none is silly. everyone on the show has some degree of chemistry with each other, some more than others.

and it’s subjective. and depends on what you like.

i personally think kj has better chemistry with someone when he’s got a scene partner that archie is platonic with vs his romantic scene partners. this is my personal opinion. people who are super invested in varchie see something i don’t. that’s okay! i just want veronica to have whatever she wants and she wants archie so go get your man, girl.

and i think that the stark difference between the shower scene™/the car scene and the other hookups were on purpose. which is still just my opinion. because the difference between an impromptu hookup/the thrill of it and when you start making it about distracting yourself is pretty clear. the b/as can say they love all the hookup scenes and that’s fine, we lost our minds when bughead said hey to each other (superior interaction in my opinion), but i think the difference is visible by the end of 5x06, tbh.

we’re all just petty in the end, yeah? they say they have no chemistry because they don’t like the ship. they say so and so has more chemistry because that ship gets jughead away from betty. half of their arguments are taken from out of context things (a popular thing in fandom—ask me how i know) and then used to prop up whatever their opinion of the day is.

we’re talking about the people (and others) who immediately jumped on jughead after loooooving him before because he hallucinated betty from the last time they were together and friendzoned their convenience ship. then they attacked bugheads for liking that scene? the emotional significance of it was huge for the plot going forward and trying to shame people for understanding that was just a big neon sign of “uh oh, we’re fucked” and they know it.

these arguments? we’ve already heard them. the one thing b/as never are? is original.

#besos!#anti-barchie #long post #anonymous

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bookobsessionxxx · 4 years

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I have a lot to say about Soprah saga, but I am still watching things unfold. There are some quick things that I NEED to talk about though.

“I was trapped and didn’t know it, until Meghan told me.” - Prince Harry

This has to be the most telling statement from the Soprah saga. It speaks of a man who didn’t have these so called epiphanies until his beautiful and amazing wife TOLD him. In other words, none of the things he has complained about his family and nation, would have ever been realized had it not been for M. So my question is, how is this being glamorized as a feminist slaying the dragons to save this poor man from his evil family? Had the genders been reversed, there’d be pitchforks calling H abusive & controlling. Just check out this moment in which H tried to talk, and was again, shut down. This is a perfect example of how far gone H is in Meghan’s cult. He is an obedient puppet who can’t even dispute her ridiculous lies in front of a camera. Can you just imagine how much worse it has to be in private?

I will admit that I have a weak stomach for false victimhood and BS, so I did not watch the 2 hour whinge-fest. However, I did see several clip highlights that people have shared on twitter and tumblr. It’s honestly worse than I could have ever imagined. Just reading the transcripts were already cringe-worthy and cheesy, but actually watching how it was delivered is even worse. Hearing her compare herself to the little mermaid gave me goosebumps in a Norman Bates kind of way. It also made me laugh thinking that this has to be proof that she lurks on tumblr too. I mean she already admitted to going on social media and getting hurt, so why not peruse the blogs on tumblr. @thefraudess was the one who pointed out how she is making sure people stop comparing her to ursula, so she says she’s Ariel. “I lost my voice when I found my prince” 🤢🤢🤢

Lastly, the assassination of Catherine’s character was the most predictable, yet still most heinous act of the entire lie-athon. If I had participated in the drinking game, I would have been sent to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. All the things we expected were there: Diana parallels and how she would have approved, mean old toxic palace staff, racist family, and of course, Catherine is at fault! Look, I actually believe it when she says she cried, but before you get mad at me, hear me out. This is a classic narcissist and an actual actress, z-list and a bad one, yes, but still an actress. I can easily picture her crying to H how K was mean to her and made her cry when all she wanted is to make everyone happy. What I obviously don’t believe is that the reverse happened. If we look closely at her words and how she said it, you can tell that she is once again lying in order to be the “gracious and innocent victim.” Here is the transcript: "A few days before the wedding, (Kate) was upset about something — the issue was correct, about flower girl dresses — and it made me cry and it really hurt my feelings," Meghan, who's expecting her second child, said. "I thought in the context of everything else that was going on those days leading to the wedding that it didn't make sense to not be ... trying to be supportive." Ok, so an unbiased journalist would probe and ask, what made K upset in the first place? It is telling that she herself drops that tidbit, isn’t it? Could K be upset that she literally just had her third child and is still being kind enough to involve herself in your second wedding, Rachel? Or could K be upset because you were being your ridiculous self towards an innocent child? Then she goes on to say... "It wasn't a confrontation, and I don't think it's fair to (Kate) to get into the details of that because she apologized and I've forgiven her.” Seriously??? How can anyone believe this act??? Oh I forgave her, but I’m still so kind by not explaining further because it may accidentally that I was in fact the evil and unreasonable one in this scenario. Funny how she always talks about how emotional being pregnant or a new mother is, yet she always conveniently forgets Catherine was pregnant when they got engaged, then just had a baby in the weeks leading up to her wedding. What a joke! Some feminist! For those who can see through her act, it is very obvious how much she hated that Catherine will always be above her in the hierarchy. However, as a proud royal watcher, I’m also pleased to know that Catherine is also above her in character. She is a true Queen!

Overall, I couldn’t believe anything that came out of these two twats’ mouth because of their empty actions. I will have more to say about her dismissing Catherine’s experience as just “rude” whereas hers was supposedly way worse. So stay tuned 🍵

#duchess of cambridge #prince william #brf #megxit #soprah

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꒦ ikanaide : chapter three ! ꒦

病欠

. . : iwaizumi gets sick and doesn't tell oikawa. oikawa notices he's not at school and skips practice for the first time to take care of him.

or, iwaizumi doesn't like to take medicine and oikawa can cook.

sniffles. coughs. that's all that could be heard through the iwaizumi household at five am, the time hajime iwaizumi was supposed to be getting ready for school. hanako iwaizumi sighed, not ready to deal with a sick hajime. reluctantly making his way out of the bed he shared with aiya, he got a bucket, a couple of rags, and starting the trek to his son's room.

``hey-`` hanako started, but was interrupted by a coughing fit. ``hajime. how you feeling?``

his son smiled up at him grimly, wiping at the snot in his nose. ``like shit.``

``language.``

``sorry.``

hanako let out another sigh, wringing one of the rags out and placing the damp cloth on his forehead. ``symptoms?``

``cough, sneezing, my nose is runny- and my throat hurts,`` iwaizumi managed, his voice dry and scratchy.

``that bad, huh?`` hanako set the bucket down on the floor, pulling out his phone and thumbing at his screen. ``i'll text your coach and teachers to let them know you can't make it.``

iwaizumi nodded, letting out a small groan. his eyes suddenly flung wide open, and he sat up abruptly, scaring hanako a little. ``don't tell oikawa! he's going to try and skip school to take care of me, i'm sure.``

hanako chuckled, giving his son a little thumbs up and pushing him back down. ``i got it. i'll just let him figure it out himself.``

his son sighed in relief, letting his entire body relax. ``thanks, old man.``

``i'm not old. want some oatmeal?``

``that'd be great. thank you.``

a smile pulled at hanako's lips. ``alright, coming right up, kiddo.`` he made his way out of iwaizumi's room, leaving the door open so air could filter through.

``don't make it sweet! i hate it sweet!``

``i know that!``

hanako made his way into the kitchen, almost running into his wife. ``whoa- oh, good morning, love.``

``morning, hanako.`` aiya yawned, her face contorting into an expression of confusion. ``where's hajime? he should be getting his breakfast ready by now.``

``the kid's sick,`` hanako replied, kissing his wife on the cheek. ``i'm getting him some oatmeal for breakfast.``

aiya nodded, opening a drawer and pulling out a thermometer. she handed it to her husband. ``make sure to take his temperature, too. i want to know if i need to have a doctor over.``

hanako deadpanned, letting out a gruff laugh. ``babe, that's a meat thermometer.``

``oh, is it?`` she smiled apologetically, putting it back and switching it with the other thermometer. ``here, take this, then.``

he reached out to grab at the cool metal, letting it sit in his breast pocket as he got iwaizumi's oatmeal ready. ``can you go get him some cough medicine, or something for his throat? hajime says it's sore.``

his wife nodded, and padded over to the fridge, reaching above it to open the medicine cabinet. she sorted through bottles and bottles of over-the-counter medicine, before finally reaching the cough and sore-throat remedies. pouring a little bit into a plastic cup, aiya put the bottle back and closed the cabinet, placing the cup onto the tray with her son's water glass and oatmeal on it. ``there. have you called hajime's school, yet?``

hanako nodded. ``mhm. already done. hajime doesn't want oikawa-kun to know he's sick yet, so don't tell his mother. knowing her, she'll spill the beans somehow.``

aiya let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth as she did so. ``i understand. he'll probably want to skip school and tend to hajime all day.``

``that boy is something else.``

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oikawa tapped his foot impatiently, standing at the intersection where he and iwaizumi usually meet up. they were supposed to get there early so oikawa could grab something from the convenience store- it was his nephew's birthday, after all, and he wanted to buy some red velvet cake mix.

he let out a sigh, pulling out his phone to check the messages he had with the ace.

› Messages with : Iwaizumi, Hajime

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] go to sleep already, you idiot

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] i know you're up watching volleyball matches

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] it's late, get some rest or i'll hit you

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] yeah, yeah, got it iwa-chan ಠ_ಠ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] you don't have to be so rude, you know

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] and why r u so obsessed w hitting me ?

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[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight, iwa-chan :D

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] morning, iwa (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] where r u 人´∀｀) i'm @ the intersection

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa we're gonna be late i need to go to the store φ(。。*)

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa-chan i'm leaving you >:p

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] im gonna kill you when i see you

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despite what the messages ensued, he still hadn't left without iwaizumi. he let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he really had to leave, but he didn't want the ace to be mad once he figured out oikawa had went on without him. oikawa inhaled through his nose, and out through his mouth. pushing aside the fear of a very angry iwaizumi showing up to first period with homicide on his mind.

the sun was rising and starting to shine brightly, slightly blinding oikawa as he glanced at the star. if iwaizumi were here, he would've already been geeking out about it to him, trying to annoy the vice. he wasn't really that obsessed with space and extraterrestrial life, oikawa just liked to annoy his best friends.

``hey, oikawa!`` the setter turned at his name being called, and was instantly greeted with someone running straight into him. arms wrapped around his torso in what he thought was a hug, but couldn't be sure, since all the wind was knocked out of him in the process. familiar tufts of pink-brown hair tickled his nose, and his lips pulled into a small, genuine smile. he wrapped his arms around the attacker's torso, too, breathing in the scent he considered a second home.

``hey, makki. morning.`` oikawa smiled, pulling away to see his friend's beaming face.

hanamaki linked arms with oikawa, pulling him along. ``c'mon, we're going to be late for class!``

oikawa looked down at his phone, checking the time. 06:19 AM, it read. ``makki, it's only six twenty. we have plenty of time.``

``but..`` makki groaned, making a big show of rolling his head back and exposing his neck to the sky. whether or not that was an impression of oikawa on one of his days, oikawa may never know. ``we can be early for once.``

``class doesn't start until seven thirty.`` oikawa sang, pulling away from makki's grip and dragging him along. ``plus, i gotta get something from the store for takeru's birthday.``

his companion made an 'o' shape with his mouth, succumbing to oikawa's charms and letting himself be lead to the nearest store. ``nice. what are you getting?``

``cake mix. red velvet.``

``red velvet? holy shit, can i come to the party?`` hanamaki gasped, giving his friend his full attention now. oikawa laughed, and nodded.

``yeah. i was planning on inviting you and mattsun anyways.`` he replied, scratching the back of his neck. ``iwa-chan gets a free pass, since my mom knows him.``

makki gasped in mock offense, holding his free hand to his heart. ``she knows me too! how come i don't get a free pass? does she not like me?``

oikawa shrugged. ``well, you're kind of.. how can i say this. um-`` he laughed nervously, ``-too energetic, for her taste?``

``this is atrocious. i even did her dishes for her, once.``

``key word, once.`` oikawa retorted, eyeing the store up ahead. ``oh hey, look, there's sakanoshita. think we'll find cake mix there?``

hanamaki shrugged. ``probably. doesn't karasuno's coach work there?``

oikawa nodded. ``hopefully tobio-chan didn't stop by on his way to school. i think i might throw up if i see him.``

``how immature.``

the two of them made their way into the small store, muttering a little "pardon the intrusion!" to the staff, who turned out to be a short, older woman, not karasuno's coach. they both let out a sigh of relief- anything could've happened if it was ukai who was sitting in the little swivel chair behind the counter. possibly just them having to endure the shameless torments from the latter, but who knows.

oikawa and hanamaki glanced at the small signs labeling the aisles, quickly finding the one they were looking for and walked down to the middle, where all the cake mixes lay. the captain sifted through the red velvet mixes while the other eyed the brownie batter with starry eyes. oikawa skimmed the backs of four boxes he settled on, tossing them all into the little basket he had picked up as soon as they walked in. turning to his partner, he couldn't help but let the wide smile overcome his facial features. hanamaki was practically drooling at the pictures of the brownies on the boxes.

he padded over to the wing-spiker and picked up a box, tossing it into the basket as well and waltzed out of the aisle- hanamaki at his heels. ``whoa, are you seriously buying that for me?``

oikawa shook his head. ``for me. to make for you when you come over later.`` he stuck out his tongue at his partner, smiling at the laugh he was able to get out of him.

``sure, whatever you say.``

the captain turned to the lady at the desk, reading the nametag on her shirt. hana sakanoshita. ah. so she was the owner. sakanoshita smiled at him, taking the bag out of his hands and scanning the barcodes on the backs of the boxes. ``find everything okay, honey?``

``yep, great, thank you! could we also get two packs of that strawberry gum?`` he pointed, putting on one of his award-winning smiles. she seemed to melt at this and nodded, quickly bagging up his stuff and handing his credit card back.

``you have a good day, boys.`` she said, waving at them as they exited. the two smiled and waved back, turning towards aoba johsai and resuming their trek.

hanamaki checked his phone, letting out a sharp whistle. ``nice. we didn't take as long as i expected- we have fifteen minutes 'till first period.``

oikawa grinned. ``told you so.``

``yeah, yeah. oh- by the way, where's iwaizumi?`` hanamaki looked around as if he were looking for the teen, turning back to oikawa once he figured out he really wasn't there with them. ``he walks with you, right?``

the latter shrugged, pulling out his own gum pack and popping a strip into his mouth. ``dunno. he didn't show at the intersection where we meet up, so i just went along without him. he didn't answer any of my texts, either.``

``huh.`` hanamaki said, putting his index finger and thumb on his chin in a thinking pose. ``that's weird. maybe he overslept?``

``doubt it. the man sleeps with his phone on so loud, he'll wake up immediately as soon as he hears one of my texts. plus, he has like, fifty alarms back-to-back to wake him up.`` oikawa replied, shutting down makki's theory so fast, he didn't even see it coming.

makki sighed. ``ah. i see.`` he shook his head as to clear his mind of any stray thoughts, and extended his hand. ``i want some gum. hand it over, peasant.``

``yes, my lord.`` oikawa said jokingly, gracefully whipping out the pack of strawberry gum and placing it in his hands. he folded makki's fingers around it, never breaking eye contact with his teammate. ``here it is. do what you wish with it.``

the two snickered at their antics, slinging their arms around one another. ``we're so going to be late.``

``yeah, probably.``

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``oh, yeah, we're so sorry ms. sato. we got stuck in traffic- there was an accident over by my house.`` makki sighed dramatically, shaking his head slightly. ``we would've gotten a late pass, but we didn't think we were going to be so late.``

ms. sato shook her head quickly, smiling at the teen. ``it's okay, hanamaki-kun. just try not to let this happen too much, okay?``

hanamaki nodded. ``yes, ma'am.`` oikawa mentally facepalmed at his antics, and the two walked to the back to sit down in their seats, next to matsukawa, who was struggling to keep a laugh in.

``jesus,`` matsukawa breathed, ``the amount of bullshit in that was immaculate.``

``right?`` he and hanamaki fistbumped, grinning widely like the idiots they were.

oikawa sighed, turning his head slightly to talk to iwaizumi, then stopping himself before he could say anything. iwaizumi's desk stood empty next to his own. the captain frowned, checking his phone for any recent texts from the ace. nothing popped up.

makki slung an arm over oikawa, concern lining his features. ``hey, what's up?``

``he still isn't here.`` he pointed to iwaizumi's desk, the frown growing by the minute. ``and he's not answering. makki, i'm worried.``

a head full of black, unruly hair obscured the view he had of his phone. matsukawa laughed, stepping back. ``so he didn't tell you guys?`` when hanamaki and oikawa looked at him with confused expressions, he chuckled, and continued. ``guys, he's sick. coach was talking about it with ms. sato this morning. if you got here earlier you would've known.``

the captain facepalmed. ``of course, that makes sense. why couldn't he have told me though?``

``dunno.`` mattsun ignored the small pout resting on his captain's lips, shoving at his shoulder a bit. ``lighten up. he probably didn't want you to skip school and take care of him.``

oikawa let out a puff of air. ``yeah, okay. you're probably right.`` he was about to continue but ms. sato had started class, and a comfortable silence fell upon them as they gave the woman their full attention. makki and mattsun glanced at oikawa, worry clearly etched on their faces. perhaps they shouldn't have told him what happened with his best friend.

``oikawa,`` ms. sato supplied, stalking over to his desk and setting two thick packets on the hard wood. ``here's iwaizumi-kun's work. i trust you'll be able to get this to him?``

the latter sighed, looking up towards his sensei with the fakest smile he could muster. ``yes, sato-san, i'll give this to him as soon as i see him.``

ms. sato smiled, patting the boy's head and walking back to the front of the class. ``alright, so, has anyone written down the notes on the board?``

oikawa glanced at the chalkboard, internally groaning as he noticed it was completely filled with notes. where the hell did she find the time to write all that?

he let out the fifth-hundredth sigh that day, picking up his pencil and getting to work. iwaizumi totally owed him.

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``you want to, what?`` coach irihata stared at his pupil, shock painting his features. oikawa stood before him, fumbling with his practice clothes, a faint blush plastered over his cheeks and nose. ``you want to skip practice?``

``yes.`` oikawa nodded. ``it's only for today, so i can go home and take care of iwa-chan. he has a lot of work to catch up on,`` he added, holding up the many papers he had collected from his professors in each class, since his and iwaizumi's timestables were identical.

irihata stared at him some more, then shook his head quickly, smiling at him. ``alright. i don't see why not.``

oikawa brightened, clearly glad by the news. ``thank you so much! i promise i'll make it up to you!`` he chimed, switching his volleyball shoes for a pair of regular sneakers. ``all your meals this week, on me!``

``you don't have to- and he's out the door.`` irihata sighed, glancing at the now agape gym door. the warm afternoon breeze rushed in, leaving an unpleasant, humid feeling. mizoguchi came up behind him, watching oikawa sprint off into the distance. ``that boy is something else, isn't he?``

``definitely.`` mizoguchi laughed, walking forward to close the doors. ``iwaizumi's lucky to have a good friend like him.``

the older coach nodded. ``we're all glad to know him.``

dammit, someone's talking about me, oikawa thought, as he sneezed for the seventh time since leaving aoba johsai. he rubbed his nose, pissed off at the irritation of his sensitive organ. his legs already burned- he had sprinted all the way to the intersection, and was now leaning on a streetlamp, catching his breath. he probably should've put on his knee brace if he knew he was going to exert a little energy on running home, but he was in a rush.

pulling out his phone, he quickly navigated to his email, frowning at the lack of messages from his dear friend hajime iwaizumi. he hadn't read the texts either, so he probably was really exhausted. slipping the device back into his pocket, he started the rest of his trek home, popping another strip of gum into his mouth.

the grocery bag swinging on his arm contained all the contents oikawa thought iwaizumi would need : some cough and cold medicine, a couple of boxes of tissues, a mask for himself, disposable rags, and a heating pad. the materials cost him about ¥800 each, which wasn't that expensive.

finally, after what had seemed like forever, the captain had arrived at iwaizumi's house. there were no cars in the driveway, which meant his parents weren't home. what were they thinking, leaving poor iwa-chan alone while he's sick? oikawa frowned at this. what a silly idea.

he flipped up the doormat, grabbing the key that was strategically placed underneath and unlocked the door. pushing it open, he let out a little ``yahoo~ anyone home?`` to let iwaizumi know he was there. he wasn't expecting a reaction, so seeing iwaizumi come downstairs to greet him kind of scared him out of his wits a little bit.

``jesus! iwa-chan, can't you warn a dude first?`` oikawa panted, placing a hand over his heart. the ace deadpanned, walking over and snatching the bags out of his hands.

``what the hell do you think you're doing here? i'm sick, go home.`` he retorted, his eyebrows furrowing so much, they looked like they were attached to his eyes. he sifted through the bag, pausing once he realized what the plastic bag contained. ``what is this?``

oikawa rolled his eyes, taking the bag back and setting its' contents on the kitchen counter. ``it's for you. you're sick, so i decided to skip practice to come here and take care of you, and to reteach everything that you missed today.`` he replied nonchalantly, shoving iwaizumi towards the direction of his bedroom. ``go back to bed, i'll cook you some lunch, since i'm sure you didn't eat yet.``

iwaizumi didn't reply, because (a) he was right. and (b) he was shocked that the toorū oikawa skipped volleyball practice for him.

``anyways,`` oikawa said, opening his fridge and scanning its' contents. ``how do you feel about egg?``

``i can eat it. i don't feel nauseous or anything,`` iwa replied, sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. ``and wait- you're going to cook?``

the setter turned around, tying an apron around his waist. ``yeah?``

iwaizumi blinked, shaking his head and leaning down on his forearms. ``nothing. continue. don't burn down my kitchen.``

oikawa grinned, having just been granted permission to make his best friend's food. ``alright! on it, iwa-chan!``

``shut up and start cooking.``

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``you have to take it, iwa-chan!``

``NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!`` iwaizumi jumped onto his couch, holding a fork towards oikawa like a weapon. ``GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.``

oikawa let out yet another sigh. ``jeez, if i knew you were going to be this bratty about taking your medicine, i wouldn't have came.`` he took another dangerous step towards iwaizumi, holding out a glass of water and a small cup of liquid cough medicine. ``iwa-chan, if you don't take this, you'll never get better.``

``so? that thing's disgusting.`` iwaizumi fake-retched, the look of disgust on his face almost believable. he should've taken the drama course at school.

another step. ``you seem to have forgotten that i have a kid nephew, who i always got to take his medicine, no matter how big of a tantrum he threw about it.`` another step. ``you're acting like a toddler. just take your medicine and get better.``

``assikawa, if you so as much take one more goddamn step towards me, i'll kill you.`` iwaizumi growled, clenching the fork tighter. of course he wouldn't kill him, he'd just said that to frighten him. somehow, oikawa didn't seemed phased, and took another step.

``hajime iwaizumi. if you don't come down off that couch and take your medicine right now, so help me god, i will bring my mother here and she will be furious when she realizes how much of a tantrum you're putting up right now.`` the setter mused, shaking the glass of water like he was calling him towards him, like a dog. iwaizumi gulped. the aura surrounding oikawa was downright terrifying. his eyes seemed almost lifeless, and it scared the wits out of him. ``on the count of three. if you haven't taken the medicine by then, i'm calling her. one.``

iwaizumi flinched, backing up slightly. could he make it out the front door without oikawa catching him? probably not. his legs were longer, so he'd cover more ground easily.

``two.``

how bad would the punishment be if he just didn't take the medicine? it's not like oikawa would actually call his mother, he wouldn't do that. right?

``three-``

``okay!`` iwaizumi jumped off the couch, grabbing the medicine and pouring it down his throat. he made a face of disgust, snatching the glass of water out of his hand and gulping that down too. he shuddered, trying to force himself to keep the atrocious liquid down. ``there. happy?``

``very.`` oikawa grinned, patting iwaizumi's head. ``good job.``

the ace burned with pride at the praise, letting oikawa's nimble fingers tread through his hair. ``thanks for coming over.``

``of course.`` his friend replied, giving the shorter a warm hug. ``don't mention it. i'll skip practice for you every time.``

``you better not.``

oikawa smiled. ``no promises.``

─── sick day.

chapter 4 !

#oikawa tooru #sickfic #sickness #iwa's sick #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #iwaoi fluff

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