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#but I did smile when she did ehehe
detectiveships · 1 year
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they could have left us with a honeymoon phase until next week no???
ugh I honestly am tired of this 'third party old flame comes back and meddles with ML and FL's relationship by creating misunderstanding as soon as things start moving between them' trope LET ME ENJOY THEM JUST BEING HAPPY OKAY
I like a drama but this is tiring 🙄 it's one of the few things that put me off in Her Private Life as well even though it was one of the best comfort dramas personally.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 8 months
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Ooo imagine Carmy and his assistant (now also holding the girlfriend title) at work, and Carmy is like, “Hey baby- Eheh Y/n…” lol as Richie and the staff overhear and are like “😏”… Then Carmy’s like, “Anyways, uh- Bab-Y/n, remind me to call the refrigerator guy to fix the ha-“ Y/n: “Already done, Bear!” And he’s like, “Oh, okay, thank you! Did we get the prod-“ “Produce will be delivered today!” Lol and he keeps listing things that need to be done, but Y/n is on top of EVERYTHING, like Carm asks, “When is the food critic supposed to be he-“ and she immediately responds (before he finishes), “Next Friday at 2!” Anyways, the staff are all watching this exchange and can just can see how Carmy is literally about to explode, not in anger like he does a lot at work, but in love hehe, and he does burst… Suddenly he blurts out, “I f-ing LOVE YOU!” And Y/n is just standing there, absolutely stunned, the staff are all like “😲🤭” Carmy about to backtrack his words until Y/n dreamily says, “I love you too, Bear!”
Cue the staff TEASING THE ABSOLUTE CRAP out of them shshs, especially about how whipped Carmy is
I love this LMFAOOO 😭 also I was rewatching for fun and I forgot how much Carmy stressed me tf out
Back to work
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“Hey, Remind me to call the guy later to fix the refrigerator handle. That last guy did not do it well.” He said.
“Already called. He said he’d be in later.” You said quickly, he flipped some pages and turned his chair back to you.
“Oh.. thanks. Uh, what about that delivery-“
“It’ll be delivered tomorrow morning.” You said with a small smile, leaning against the doorway.
He raised his eyebrows and hit his spoon that was in his hand against his thigh, thinking.
“What about that food critic-“
“Probably around Saturday.”
He stared blankly, and he couldn’t think of anything else.
Richie, Sydney, Tina, Marcus and Ebra all watched this happen with smiles and Richie recording it all.
He stayed silent for a little, suddenly standing up and cupping your cheeks you looked confused as he leaned in and kissed your lips, making you very confused but you kissed him back anyways.
The 5 chefs watched in amusement, and Richie was definitely saving this to make fun of him later.
“I fucking love you.” He mumbled when he pulled away, making you laugh quietly, which made him just kiss you again.
“I love you too.” You mumbled when you both pulled away, your foreheads touching when Richie clapped slowly and Carmen immediately went away from you and folded his arms as if nothing had happened.
“Cousin I just hope you know that was fucking hilarious, and I recorded the wholeee thing.” He held up his phone.
“You’re whipped, Jeff.” Tina teased.
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you guys have work to do?”
They all stared at him. “Back to work!” He shouted, they all quickly nodded and did so while you giggled.
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helluvapoison · 1 month
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Yoooo, so I just read your Birds of a Feather ask, and I LOVED it.
But now my need is itching for something, so, may I kindly request Adam, Lute and Sera/Emily (either or) with a reader who’s wings and magic that’s akin to a Phoenix?
Would love something with them cuddling and flying with their fiery bird lover.
˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• There’s nothing in Heaven quite like you and he’s not sure what to do with that
• As The First Man, the first to experience everything, he can’t help but be drawn to originality
• He attempts to come off as casual but, as we know, when Adam is intimidated, he overcompensates
• You were responsible for teaching him how to use his magic but he was frustrated with how different yours was from his
• Purest light could beam from his palms but he envied the fire that illuminated from yours
• “Don’t focus on me,” You would say when he was about to give up
• (As if that was an option)
• “Kind of impossible when you’re so hot, you’re probably responsible for global warming,”
• He thinks he’s hilarious but he’s downright insufferable when one manages to make you smile
• “You’re incorrigible, Adam.”
• The way you speak to him, even when you’re displeased, is coated in a summery tone he just loves to hear
˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• It’s usually quite hard to impress her upon impact so color her overwhelmed that you managed to do so
• Lute’s poker face is immaculate but when provided with the opportunity to see you in action, she takes it
• Your wings may not be golden or pure white, but Heaven save her are they gorgeous
• Mortified by her own gawking, Lute immediately reverts back to feigning indifference
• You’re no better than anyone else here in Heaven— That’s not a diss, it’s a rule! Everyone is equal here!
• And yet
• You’re so uniquely resplendent she can’t help but be drawn to you and feel… special when you make time solely for her
• “You look happy today,” You comment with a beam, “Anything to report?”
• “No.” She replies bluntly, like always
• “Oh? Then could it be that you're finally relaxing?”
• “Doubtful.”
• You hum almost knowingly and it sets her entire body on edge, “There’s always tomorrow.”
˚✧₊⁎ Emily ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• Did you know you’re very warm? Like, super duper warm!?
• You give the best hugs, Emily makes you a ribbon that says so!
• (Maybe don’t wear it around others? Favoritism doesn’t look good around here but she just had to let you know!)
• Heaven is the perfect temperature all the time. Not too cold or too hot; everything is just right
• If you could keep a secret for her though? Wait, secrets aren’t really allowed so maybe it’s less of a secret and more of a compliment? She feels the most comfortable standing beside you
• “You’re like a campfire— but a person! You’re so cozy and nice to be around. I bet we could toast marshmallows on you!”
• “Wanna try?” You ask with a raised brow
• “Yes please!”
• So much of her time is spent making everyone else happy (which she’s grateful she can provide!) that she doesn’t realize how draining it is until she gets to sit next to you and relax
• Emily’s most favorite part is when your wing stretches out and drapes over her shoulders
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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ thank you so mochi for your kind words! sorry i could only fit cuddling for emily (who was very fun to write by the by!) the rest i wanted to try something with, i hope it calms your itch friend ehehe!
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◦○•~A New Addition~•○◦
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Pairing: Dad! Azriel x Mom! Reader, Children(OCS)x Dad! AzrielxMom! Reader
Resume: Your kids come home to meet the new addition of the family.
Word count:1.1k
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Grown-up children and a newborn maybe ?
A/N: So this is what happen when you combine running on four hours of sleep and extreme baby fever that has been going on for way too long. Please be nice as English is not my first language, nor as I don't write that often. I also took way too long to write this, but I really wanted to post it, so you guys are getting scraps eheh
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Azriel always wanted a large family. He wanted to make sure his kids would never feel how he did during his childhood. Whenever he felt insecure about his ability to be a father, you always reassured him.
Now that your five children left the familial household, the house felt empty, and soon enough, you got pregnant again. 53 years after your last kid was born, your mate and you welcomed a new baby inside your heart, Nislae. She was born without any problem, as quiet as her father. She looked a lot like him too, inheriting his wings but also his hazel eyes.
About a week after you gave birth, you finally felt ready to introduce your little girl to the world, so you invited your five kids over. Your fourth kid, Valas, was the first one to arrive, as calm as ever.
Azriel was the one who answered the door and greeted him with a long hug before he led him to your private chamber. When they both entered, you were sitting up on the large bed, holding the small newborn in your arms while staring at her lovingly. As you heard the door open, you looked up and smiled widely at the sight.
"Hey there sweetheart", you said softly, "It's been a while. How are your studies going with Madja ?" you asked as he approached the bed. He was wearing a broad smile and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder in a side hug. 
“Hello Mom. It’s been fine, she’s a bit rough on the edges but she’s really great” He said in a calm voice, looking down at his little sister. “She’s beautiful…What did you name her ?” “Nislae” You told him, looking back down at her 
“Do you want to hold her ?” You proposed. He nodded and sat more comfortably on the bed, holding his hands out. You pressed a tender kiss on your daughter's soft forehead and placed her in Valas' waiting arms. 
You leaned back against the bed and smiled softly at Azriel, who had slipped next to you into the plush bed. He wrapped an arm around you and extended his wing to cover you both. You watched as Valas grinned and caressed her head gently, whispering sweet words to the newborn. 
The four of you stayed like this for a little while, until the bedroom door opened wide, and two of your kids walked in. Eleyana, your oldest daughter and Orian, your youngest son. Orian gasped at the sight and let out a little squeal. 
“Mama, she’s literally so little and so cute !” He exclaimed, his large wings fluttering in excitement as he rushed next to you. He kneeled next to the bed and took your arm, holding it tightly against him. He had always been a Mama’s boy, contrary to the second oldest who strolled in with his arms full of presents. Aideron took a lot from Rhysand somehow, always imitating his uncle  when he was younger. You sighed and shook your head at the sight of the pile of gifts he put down. 
“I did tell you not to bring more than two things” You declared, greeting Orian and your first son with a tender kiss on their head. “You did Mama, but I thought that two gifts were not enough to show her how much we already love her” He answered, kissing the top of your head and hugging his dad tightly. You sighed again and chuckled softly. 
Azriel knew someone was missing from the family scene. was pretty sure he had 5 kids before Nislae, and that made 6, right ? He wasn’t so sure anymore, going through the stress of having another kid and you going through hell and back to give him another child to love on. Yes, he was definitely missing a child. Eleyana was sitting next to Valas, who was holding Nislae, and Orian was snuggling with you while Aideron was sitting next to you. The only person missing was your third child. Your mate stretched his wings a little as he sat up. 
“Do you guys know where Lyren is ?” Azriel asked, looking over the five kids here, surrounding you. His shadows were swarming around the room, mostly around the door to keep unwanted visitors away. Valas’ shadows were slinking on his wings but some of them slipped away and seemed to be playing with Azriel’s.
Orian shook his head as Aideron piped up “I think he might be with Nyx, they were together last night. They went to Rita’s to celebrate Nislae” He told the winged male. Azriel hummed quietly and looked back at his youngest, who was now in Eleyana’s arms. 
You yawned and pulled Azriel down, wanting to snuggle with your mate. Nislae started crying after being passed around in everyone’s arms, making you sit up instinctively, reaching for her immediately. Aideron gave her to you carefully, just as Lyren burst in, making you all jump, which caused the youngest to cry even louder. 
You grabbed her quickly, shushing her as her cries made Azriel glare at your latest son to arrive. Nislae kept on screaming her head off, pushing her little legs and arms out, kicking up a storm in your arms. You were used to calming a newborn down, you did have five children before. But it also has been 53 years since you’ve had a newborn. 
After a few minutes, you managed to calm her down and get her to nurse. Azriel smiled softly, leaning back into the numerous pillows. He pulled you onto his side while your kids fell back into place. Orian snuggled into your side while Eleyana laid next to your mate, Lyren settling down on her side. Valas squeezed himself between Aideron and Orian, smiling up at you after a little while. 
“Hey Ma ?” 
You hummed back in answer, glancing at Lyren, already sensing a stupid question. “I didn’t know dad still had it in him to make you pregnant” He teased. Azriel, whose wings were wrapped around your large family, twitched as he answered 
“I think I might show you that I do have some things in me when I beat you in training”  He taunted, swating his head lightly. Your kids kept poking fun at each other for a little while, until you fell asleep quietly, your daughter laying in your arms, fast asleep too. Soon enough, your whole family was asleep, gently caressed by your mate, daughter and son’s shadows, just like 53 years ago, but with another little head to love. 
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dnsbarbie · 2 months
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DEAR READER | C.L 16 (ONE)
Notes: (This involves an Original Character btw)
* English isn’t my first language and I’m still trying to get back my writing mojo ehehe
* No trigger warnings besides mentions of catcalling ??
*This was written to be intentionally a bit vague since it’s just the first chapter
next parts: TWO | THREE
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THE AROMA OF FRESHLY watered plants hit her senses. She exhaled the nature-given scent, producing a wave of serotonin in her body. A hand came up to brush away the brunette locks flying across her face from the strength of the wind. Her eyes gazed upon the calm rhythmic waves of the sea, smiling as the floral fragrance mingled with the salty taste of the air.
She was aware of the consequences. The blissful silence she was feeling had a price and the piper would eventually come for the gold. Nonetheless, she chose to bask at the few moments that she had left. Later, she’d be back to scrubbing at a her boss’ expensive yacht. Getting a nice manicure had been long rendered useless at how easily they’d get chipped.
Glancing down at her hands, a grimaced presented itself on her mouth as she spotted the dirt clinging on the inside of her nails.
As she got lost in her thoughts, she raked at her fingernails to clean through the icky substances. She truly had no qualms working for the rich. Not only do they pay handsomely, they also handed her occasional gift apart from her daily salary.
The amount of times she’d been mistaken for a hooker were extremely unhealthy. She often recalls the eye rolls she’d give the old men who’d whistle at her across the port as if she’s some sort of animal.
Lucky for her, her present employer was far from the elderly rich men, sporting beer belly that prey on girls younger than their own daughters.
Her boss was not passed sixty years of age. Instead of bothering young girls, he has this lovely wife and son whom he never fails to show his unwavering devotion to.
One could only dream of a life like his.
“Natalia!”
And here we go.
“Yes?” She yelled back, turning her body to look at the direction of her boss. She watched his towering stature make its way to the harbor, steps creaking beneath the wooden surface.
He squinted at the glare of the sun behind her head. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”
Her eyes widened at the invitation, hands waving from left to right. “Oh! I couldn’t possibly intrude—”
“Nonsense. You’re not.” He silenced her worries. “Come on.” Lending an arm to assist her down the step she was standing on.
Natalia stared at him, her features conveying incredulity. “Right now?”
He peaked at her curiously, slowly tugging her away from the port, taking care not to step on her dress. “It’s passed 6 PM . . .” At his remark, she raised her arm to take a look at her watch.
The hands did indicate a 18:37. Her mouth formed into an “o” at the confirmation. She hadn’t realize she had been dilly-dallying for that long. Her break started nearly two hours prior. The thought to recharge her energy were originally to last only an hour at best.
“I’m sorry— I completely lost track of time,” She apologized, tilting her head up to her boss who simply chuckled at her hushed tone.
“It’s quite alright.” He hummed, returning her gaze. “You’ve finished everything, haven’t you?”
She nodded her head, eyes glistening with pride. “I did! The magazines are back inside the father right cabinet, scrubbed the deck and the body. And I swear— It’s so clean, I could see my reflection ever surface,”
Her enthusiasm brought joy to him, optimg to approve her hard work. “Very good, then.” Natalia spotted his wife by one of the many luxurious cars they own.
A kind smile graced her lips as the pair approached her. “Oh, look at you! What have you been doing?” The motherly scolding tone was anything but scary to Natalia as the blonde woman began to fuss over the her.
“You should really tell her to come inside when she’s done, Toto . . .” Your boss winced at his wife’s glare.
Her graceful hands worked through Natalia damp locks, untangling the knots the had formed on her head. “I must’ve gone for a short swim. . .” She released a laugh to cover up her growing anxiety at the glare she threw her way. “I’m fine, Susie! Just need a shower— if we still have time?”
She glanced up at Toto, who suppressed a playful eye roll, nodding at the smiley girl nonetheless.
“Great! I’ll be back as soon as a can!” Natalia landed a peck on Susie’s cheeks before waving a hand to Toto, running back to their estate.
“That girl. . .” Toto clicked his tongue, but the grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.
“Absolutely adorable,” Susie chipped in, eyes crinkling at her husband’s own glee. But as she stared at Natalia’s retreating form, her expression fell serious. “I thought I told you to tell her that she doesn’t have to work for us anymore,”
Toto strides along with Susie as he answered the question. “I will, later over dinner.”
Susie raised an eyebrow at her husband, arms crossing to her chest. “Dinner? The one you’re having with Fred?”
“Yes— but,” He got ahead of her disapproving look, lifting a finger up to soothe away her frustration. “I’m taking her with me to broaden her connections.”
The enlightenment brought recollection to Susie’s features, heart warming the generous gesture Toto was giving to Natalia. “It’s nice that she knows what she wants, no?”
The tall man agreed, tucking his hands inside his pockets. It had been a nearly a year since Natalia started doing minor tasks for them. In her own faith, when she arrived at their residence, a natural rhythm fell place in her actions. The chores that were usually done by the usual cleaning lady was finished by her.
In her persuading self, she tried to Toto that she could do some of the boat cleaning as well. Of course, he was quick to deny her insistence, stating that her studies are the only thing she needs to focus on.
Natalia Valle was an exchange student from the Philippines. She had passed the examination for the University of Monaco and had been staying in the dorms for the last 3 years. That was until a financial crisis arose between her parents and before she knew it, a wet sponge and a bucket of water was her saving grace to get by everyday.
Thankfully, Susie had found her by the harbor. She sat there, eyes falling close a few times. The bags under her eyes were impossible to miss, conveying her lack of rest. Her hands gripped lightly at a fishing rod. The wooden handle constricted at her hand instinctively as the pull of an object from under the water awakened her spirit.
She flinched, eyes flying open at the force. Susie remembers hearing her devastated groans as the string snapped from its hook, light splashes appeared at the large body of water, indicating the fish’s escape.
One would turn away and go on with their life, Susie would have if she hadn’t seen the distinguish cut on her palm. The one she later turned over to use her fingers as a grapple to dig for another hook and string in her bag.
Getting Natalia’s wounds treated by Susie Wolff was definitely not in her bucket list. But she sat there, trying her best not to look too nervous as Susie herself dressed the long cut on her hand.
Susie didn’t need to make small talk, Natalia thought. Unknown to her, the genuine intentions that harbored Susie’s questions.
From there, Susie struck a deal with her after hearing how she ended up on that port. Susie offered to pay off her last year as a journalism student and her dorm rent. All she wanted in return was for her to graduate.
Of course, disbelief was a natural reaction. To Natalia, she hasn’t done anything special to earn a free pass for her burdens to be lifted off her shoulders.
As she expressed her hesitance, stating that she should not leech off someone else so easily with anything in exchange. Irises expanded at her sheer assertions to at least do something for them in return. To wrap her in solace, Susie agreed to the simple tasks.
Here they were, in the present. Natalia continued to work for her allowance despite Toto’s futile attempts to take the chores off the girl’s hands.
But tonight, he’ll finally be telling him a news that would make her, hopefully, drop all those cleaning supplies.
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Natalia clenched her hands in her lap, settling on admiring the silver bracelet adorned with the crystalline diamonds given to her by Susie last Christmas. Her fingernails chipped at her cuticles, watching the car pass through a series of establishments, deliberately crating a closer approximate to their destination.
The silk of her dress wrinkled at the spot which had had enclosed on her hand, leaving the mark of her worries.
“What’s the matter?”
Toto’s voice made spring her though back, choosing to return Toto’s waiting gaze.
“You didn’t tell me Charles was coming,” She sulked, her whiny tone caught a tug at the corners of Toto’s mouth.
“I knew you wouldn’t go if I told you,” The nonchalance of his shrug expelled a sigh from Natalia.
She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, twiddling with her phone. At the silence, her thoughts scrambled into one idea. One she couldn’t let go, electing to ask it.
“Are you switching teams?”
Toto didn’t seem astonished at her rash query, solely negating her with a soft “No, I’m not.”
The furrow of Natalia’s brows relaxed at his answer, shoulders sagging in defeat. She swore she had it.
The car came to a holt in front of a popular restaurant she was all familiar with. The bright lights twinkled in her vision as the valet opened her door. She tipped her head as a polite greeting, plucking herself from the seat. Her hand drew the rest of her dress out of the vehicle, proceeding to stand her full height.
Toto came to her side, patiently waiting to get herself ready. When she did, she strode with him to the cemented steps where he lent his hand as assistance.
Just one last step to spare before they’re at the door, but heavens had other plans.
“Toto!” An accented voice came calling from below. His joyful exclamation was accompanied by a chuckle similar to his expression.
Natalia found herself turning back as well. True enough, At the bottom of the stairs stood two figures. The jolly French team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, Frederic Vasseur and the team’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc were both wearing matching smiles.
Toto mirrored their smiles, extending a hand to Fred when the pair reached them. Natalia greeted the team principal as well, shaking his hand lightly. When she let go, her eyes wondered to the green eyed individual in front of her.
“Hi,” She chipped, giving him a soft grin to which he responded with a chuckle.
“Good evening, Natalia.” He roamed his eyes through her well-dressed figure. The silk on her body hugged her curves in all the right places. Charles realized he had been staring for quite some time. Fortunately, Toto invited everyone to come inside and start dinner.
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Dinner was going fairly well. The dimly lit hall invoked an air of ease, along with the delectable dishes that have been served. The candles illuminated her face, giving off a warmth through her skin.
She would go as far as to say it was perfect if it wasn’t Charles’ eyes burning into her face. Granted, when she would attempt to reciprocate his stare, he’d look away. Her consciousness made her click unto her phone’s camera, thinking there might be a peculiar substance on her appearance. However, after a few checks every little while, she found no disarray to her make up.
Why was he looking at her like that?
“Natalia,” At the sound of her name, she snapped her head towards Fred, who sat across Toto. “Toto tells me that you need an internship . . .”
The tone of his voice dripped of knowing. Natalia blinked back at him. “Yes, I am.” Was the only thing she could manage as she studied the expression on his face.
Is he? No, surely not.
Fred inclined his body, hands clasped together on the table as a smirk ghosted on his lips. “Well you’re in luck,” No way. “Ferrari’s currently accepting interns. Would you be—”
“Yes!” A hand slapped on her mouth as her voice resounded through the space.
Charles halted the chortle that crawled up his throat, concealing it with a bow of his head.
“Then it’s settled,” Toto clapped Natalia shoulder in a congratulatory amenity, a sense of pride flourishing in his chest. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll drive you to the Ferrari headquarters.”
Natalia could barely contain her excitement at Toto’s claim. She stood up, reaching her hand toward Fred who gladly received it with the same enthusiasm.
“Thank you so much,” The heat of her eyes were beginning to burn, signaling her near waterworks. “This is such an honor, honestly. . .”
“Actually, we’re heading back to Maranello tomorrow.” Charles joined the conversation, peering up at her standing stature. “You can go with me, if you want,”
Natalia didn’t miss the emphasis on the last words, lips curling behind her teeth at the suggestion.
“That would be great,” She nodded, shooting him a grateful look. “Is 9 AM fine?”
Trying to catch Natalia’s gaze, he kept his on her. “Perfect.”
An indecipherable expression crossed Charles’ features, leaving as quickly as it came when Natalia blinked.
This is wasn’t a well thought idea. Natalia was aware of this fact. The thought of spending four hours in a car with Charles sent rippling shudders down her back. Perhaps the yearning to commit to her life long dreams were stronger than the impending discomfort she had to endure for a few moments.
After all, they both agreed never to speak about it ever again. A long car ride shouldn’t be so hard.
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NEXT PART: H E R E
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gangplanksorenji · 10 months
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Do you think you’re forgiven?
Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Sakura x Male Reader
Word Count: 8720
A/N: Helloooo Orenjideul! I'm back with a Sakura fic and I think, this is my wildest one, yet or something idk ahhhh. I had fun writing this fic and it took me a quite while but I hope it all turned out well! Enjoy! <3
Also, thanking @kaedespicelatte for the idea on the anal scene ehehe <3
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“Aaaaand… Cut!”
Applause of multiple people can be heard around the room as the final minutes of shooting from their song has now come to an end. All the hard work and stress has finally paid off as subsequent radiant smiles paint their faces. 
They’re happy as much as you are, and it’s something all you can ask for and you love it. Thankfully, you could go to them as soon as the shooting ended as your heart beats rapidly in every step you take, closer to them. As you get closer, you notice them focused on monitoring themselves and their performance, so you wait it out in order to respect them yet not so long after it is done and you can already hear them blabbering and their laughter.
“It’s a bit hard to—wait, is that Oppa? I better call Kkura-unnie.”
“You better call, unnie, yes!”
“Shhh…” you hurriedly silent Yunjin and Kazuha with their advances towards calling Sakura as you wanted to surprise her by unexpectedly coming on their shooting. You also came to see the girls perform and their utmost efforts on really exerting all of their energy to give it all and that makes you flustered on how hard-working they are. You can't take your eyes off Sakura whenever she delivers every ounce of passion whenever she dances but you specifically take your eyes off her with this girl too. She’s been really stunning since the day you saw her and you stand by it. Who could it be? Well, it’s just Kim Chaewon with her usual bias-wrecking aura that can literally make you bias list in shambles! Every fan knows this and even though Sakura is where your heart belongs, you can’t help but be in awe whenever Chaewon is on the stage, and this is further proven when you can see them perform personally, with your own eyes.
Sneaking up to the two beautiful idols, clueless about your presence and—
“Boo!” 
“Ahhh!”, A startled Sakura meets your eyes as you both flirtatiously exchange smiles and smirks as Sakura playfully punches your shoulder on how you’re teasing her.
“Yah, what made you come here?”
“I just want to see you. How well you’re doing, that’s all…”
“Oh really? That’s so sweet of you…”
Those eyes. You swear to god, everytime she pleases her eyes, you just want to protect her from anything awful that happen—treasure her smile and her happiness because that’s what really matters.
“Yah, we’re still in the monitoring room, lovebirds.”, the nonchalant tone of the leader resonates around your ear as you apologized, earning a smile from the short-haired girl that’s brighter than any beam of light.
Gosh, she’s beautiful—you mutter to yourself as Chaewon’s beauty is way out of this world. All of them are stunning in every way possible, especially Sakura, but lately, Chaewon has been stealing the show ever since the comeback started. With this being said, you just hope to God that Sakura won’t be jealous of this, in any kind. Well, you wish…
All of you then went to the dressing room after the monitoring and shooting and with how hard they’ve been working for this comeback, you’ve thought of treating them a little bit, maybe with this little gift, they may feel rewarded as all of their hard work pays off.
“You all did so well! And, y’know, I’d thought of treating you guys so, yeah…”
“Wait, you really will, Oppa? Oh please, don’t bother anymore—”, Yunjin was interrupted with a buzz on the door as their manager delivered something in a plastic bag, full of delicious, mouth-watering food. 
“Oh thanks, manager-nim!”, says Chaewon who placed the plastic bag full of food into the table, equally distributing the tupperware for each member and including you.
“Aish, Chaewon-ssi, I’ll just go and distribute them, just chill on the couch.”
“”But Oppa, I want to—”
Chaewon was eager to help you and you’re just in awe of how she immediately took the initiative. You wanted to make her feel good by helping her but with the sudden hold of her hand because of your attempts to do the job instead, she can’t help but be flustered as the sudden contact made her blush.
“Chaewon-ah, I’ll do the rest, okay? Just relax…. I’ll equally distribute the food.”
Flashing a reassuring smile to her, she then sat on the couch as you equally distributed all of the food to them, and then delightfully thanked you as it flustered your heart. While all of this was happening—the blissful cheers and their boisterous laughter—you noticed Sakura uncannily being enervated and quiet. She’s just maybe tired from all of the things they did today, so, you just chose to not really mind it but seconds after, you approached her and asked her if she was okay.
“Kkura…”
“Yeah?”
“You good? You seem really down all of a sudden…”
“Yeah, I’m all good. It’s just that I feel a bit tired, that’s all.”
“Oh… Don’t worry, after this, I’ll bring you to your place then we’ll spend the night together, okay? Don't you want the food to get cold?”
“No…”
You tucked her hair behind her ear, flashing a reassuring smile and with your alleviating tone, “We’ll take a rest later, okay?”
She nodded as her eyes ignited with anticipation, delighted after saying those few words that made her heart flutter. Despite all of this, you managed to reassure her and averted your attention onto eating the food with the rest of the members, as well as blabbering with them as the cherry on top.
---
It has been a delightful experience while chatting with this group and you couldn’t be any happier. Each member stands out for making any conversation funny, enjoyable and interesting, especially Chaewon. She’s been delivering such fun topics onto the table that the rest of you can’t get enough of it—everything just feels really alive when Chaewon brings the amusement amongst all of the other members, and you love it. You became so comfortable with them—moreso with Chaewon—to the point that you’re involuntarily complimenting them and confessing on how you liked Chaewon from the start.
“But honestly, Chaewon looks stunningly beautiful today.”
“Yah~ Oppa, you don’t have to say that.”, the cute, short-haired girl hides her face from your compliment as the rest of the members smile while Yunjin initiates another compliment. “But you look really stunning, unnie!”
“Aww, thanks… All of you look really stunning, right, Kkura-unnie?”
“H-Huh? Y-Yeah, you all do…”
Silence emanates the room as the awkwardness settles in. Sakura isn’t usually like this and you know it. If she’s just randomly sulking because of something, it’s a petulant excuse to have one and the soft-hearted part of you is thinking that she’s just tired from all they’ve done earlier. Yet that thought is clearly eliminated from what you’re seeing on the rest of the members; they’re lively and delightful as Sakura’s being the opposite. 
“Kkura-unnie, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just feeling *coos* really tired, sorry.”
Chaewon’s eyebrows furrowed as her tone emits thoughtfulness and concern to Sakura. She then asks her if she’s really alright as she feels a disturbance with the force—something feels off and it’s not looking good.
“Yeah, I’m alright! I’m just feeling tired! How many times do I need to say it!”
All are in shock as she unveils another side of hers which you never like about. Chaewon’s eyes were scared and confused as to why Sakura suddenly exclaimed what she’s feeling. She grew impatient from all of your motives, so with that, she hurriedly left the room as you followed right after. Before you even did that, you reassure Chaewon and the rest of the members that everything’s will be alright.
“Chaewon-ssi, there’s nothing wrong with what you did, okay? She’s maybe just not in the right mood today. We’ll fix this and everything will be fine. Just tell your manager that I’ll be taking Kkura home myself, okay?”
Chaewon nods as you thanked them for bringing such a wonderful bonding session as they thanked you too for treating them to some delicious food—albeit, their advances of still being too grateful and uttering the words: “You shouldn’t have bothered.”. You then hurriedly waved goodbye to them as Kazuha signals a thumbs-up from her hand, letting you know that you should go for Sakura and fix what has unfolded.
This will be one hell of a night, I guess…
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Between the spotless marbling of the floor are hurried steps from the both of you as she runs away, you then, catching up to her and inevitably, you’ve reached her arms as you block her attempts of escaping, facing her and demanding an answer of her earlier attitude.
“What was that Kkura?”
“It’s just—tiring you know? I didn’t mean to provoke anyone. I’m just tired—you know what? J-Just take me home…”
You then sighed in relief as concern painted your face, worried that something may have unfolded that may turn out the worse for both worlds.
“Alright then, let's rest at your place.”
“Okay…”
The both of you then coursed your way to the parking lot, finding your car as soon as possible because of the possible paparazzis that may have caught you with Sakura—and the last thing you want for you to happen on this planet is being on the headlines on Dispatch.
As soon as the both of you hopped in the car, you then texted Chaewon that you'll drive Sakura home to their dorm and an immediate reply of “thumbs-up” signals that they now know that you're driving Sakura home as relief coursed through your veins.
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“We’re now here, Kkura.”, you said as you’re done parking the car onto the allotted parking spot that thankfully, no one occupies or you’ll be doomed to park your car awkwardly in the road.
“Oh, finally! I can rest!”, she cheerfully muttered as she hurriedly got out of the car and diverts herself towards the locked front door, unlocking it and letting you in.
“It’s not much though, we didn’t change anything that much…”
You’re now met with the same blue-ish, tranquil wall and the peaceful ambiance yet what really caught your eye are the organized set of clothes and things in which you didn’t see on your last visit here. You’re clearly feeling comfortable and impressed and teased Sakura about it.
“Wow, some organization! Glad y’all knew about that word.”
“Shut up…”
You then laughed as Sakura flashes a faint smile at your joke, and clearly, wasn’t offended by that. Not so long after,  she then rushed upstairs as you didn’t mind her, letting her rest for a while as you then slouch onto the couch, making yourself comfortable and then killing the time with the endless scrolling on social media.
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It has been silent for quite awhile (maybe for like, half an hour) and you’ve never heard any hint of sound upstairs. It’s tranquil and you love it. On how everything seems uncannily silent, your curiosity sends you to check Sakura as you assume that she’s already sleeping and yeah, you half-expected this to happen.
“Hey, Kkura...”
A feeble attempt to avert her attention towards you and not to the game she’s playing (and yes, she’s playing a game) is all you can do. It’s not like she can hear you as she just chooses to ignore which you didn’t really like, to say the least.
“Kkura-yah~ Why are you—”
“Ahh! Fuc— What do you want???”
An aggravated tone reverberates around the compact automobile you’re in as Sakura is angry, infuriated over, maybe, a loss of her game she’s playing. She stares at you striking, like daggers towards your chest as you’re starting to get disappointed towards her as she completely (maybe unintentionally) ignores you, and that's something that you don't want her to do.
“Why are you so mad about, suddenly, huh? Is it because of the game?”
“Yes! And you just ruined everything!”
Shock. You're in complete shock. You've seen her like this before and it's her worse side, as always. You despise seeing her side of this—acting like a spoiled brat who loves attention-seeking and being sulky and would do every single thing just to suck your cock. It's not even fair at this point and you hate it. You get to adjust to her current mood and understand her even though her acts are nonetheless, in the most frivolous and annoying manner yet still, it feels like your acts aren't even making her get out of that ”mood” of hers.
“Hah, you, Kkura, losing your patience just because of a single mistake that you could re-do later—”
“Listen here, you little shit—” Sakura yelps out of her comfortable position, her face infuriated and filled with anger as she tugs the collar of your shirt, her face just inches away from yours as her sharp glare makes you flinch in confusion and maybe, even being nervous about her antics, “—this, is not just a game, do you understand? And you—fucking ruined this day because—”
“Because o-of what? Tell me, Kkura—what is it?” you fight back as you match the fire in her eyes that has been long ignited before.
“Aish—nevermind, argh!!”
She then turns back against you, yourself then anticipating her next move and now, this is most likely a surviving tactic to her possible aggressive antics. You then come to a realization that the possible switch of her mood is because of Chaewon. She may not know this  but you've been averting your eyes towards Sakura from time to time, on the right moment where she can't see you. You've noticed her personality being quiet and indeed, sulky rather than her usual bubbly and dorky self.
So… you did just point out that to her.
“Ahh, is it because of Chaewon? That I talked more often to her than you—”
“Just shut up! Shut your mouth!” Sakura pounces on you like a wolf, making you fall onto your stomach and her straddling your lap. She senses you, almost like a predator sensing the fear and anticipation beneath those sparkling eyes of yours as the prey falls into submission, giving in. She grabbed your wrists, further preventing you from retaliating—and it’s like you want to retaliate at this moment and to be honest, you’re even liking it. 
“You’re so annoying, don’t you know that? And I don’t care if you want to talk to Chaewon more than me. Pay more attention to her than me—I don’t care! Even if you fuck her brains out, I don’t give a fuck about it!”
She is furious and it’s all you’re doing. You know this but why would she act like this? So childish and so, out of the blue and this, almost feels like a fever dream. Even with her infuriated look, you can’t help but still be so attracted to it and it feels like she’s making you fall for her spell. You hide your true demeanor to her and act tough, trying to fight back but she easily overpowers you, Sakura now having control and the upper ground.
“W-Why are you like this? Get off of me, now.”
“Shut up. I won’t and I’ll make sure I’ll let you know who you fucking belong to.”
Without any time to waste, she started to latch her lips onto yours as the kiss was surprisingly, sloppy and fueled with intense fervor, which you eagerly reciprocated. The taste of her lips is really addicting, so, to further let her know how good of a kisser you are, you double the efforts on each little thing you do when kissing her: the way you caress her waist, the effort and small so-called “lovebites” on her lips and the way you moan between each sloppy kiss. Now, your tongues intertwined with each other as the volume of her moans now resonates around your ear, like a lustful chant that you could listen to all day. Sakura loves this, and even with this, she can submit herself into submission but even before she totally gave in to your control, she pulled out of you, gasping for oxygen as her cheeks and ears are now red from the intimate action you’ve done.
“I hate how good of a kisser you are.”
“You’ll never find someone who kisses you better than me, Kkura.”
“Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to talk! Arghh!” Still with her vicious glare, she takes full control of you pretty easily—even though you can put up a fight against her, you wouldn’t because you love it when she’s in control. 
“Oh wow, look at your little friend here!” Sakura averts her fingers playfully onto the tent on your pants as she grinds on it leisurely, you then moaning silently as her tease is enough to make you give in to the abyss of submission. 
“Fu—Fuck, Kkura. It feels good.”
She just ignores you and dry-humps your tent, causing her to be wetter than before and you can feel it. You feel yourself being at full mast as she stops after a few seconds after, causing you to be a little bit disappointed as you wanted more. 
“You think you can have more? Hah—you wish.” 
And, she’s still mad to you for no significant reason on why she’s like this. You wanted to work this out by just talking to her but on the way, Sakura is making this game a fun one as this turns you on even more than what you expected and you’re not complaining. Without any further reminders and time to waste, Sakura hastily unbuttons your pants as she yanks down your boxers in one swift motion, and not even caring if she hurted you or not. Now, with your almost fully-erect length, Sakura eyed it like it was just a piece of meat and was hiding the fact of being in awe and in drool whenever she sees your raging length.
“This?” Sakura leisurely stroked your length, you then groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure as the lack of lubrication isn't helping, yet, nonetheless, it's still pleasurable as hell. “This cock is mine. I'll get to do whatever I want to with this cock and there's nothing you can do about it.”
She then stopped stroking you and now, with full control of you, she didn't waste her time doing the thing she excels at: dominating you. 
“Now, you're lucky that I'm not really feeling that sensitive right now, or else, you could be sleeping outside right now, not with me.”
“I'm s-sorry, Kkura, b-but did I even do wrong?”
“You know what you fucking did.”
As she's about to lay down her face aligned with your shaft, a tingle in her brain says something that will make this experience a hundred times better than what it should be.
“Now, you know the drill, baby. Is it clear?”
“Wha—What? What drill, Kkura?”
Within that single word, the fire inside her ignited. The flame full of anger and lust ignited, and it became the worst in any possible situation. She is furious, suffocating your shaft with a vice grip as you wail in pain, then realizing what she's been implying and you quickly correct your mistake.
“Fuck—ahh! I'm sorry, mommy.”
Now loosening her vacuum-like grip on your shaft, you became complacent that everything is starting to calm down but with Sakura, that's not in her vocabulary.
“It's good you have a fucking mind to think then. Don't worry, you'll be all-spent after this and if you do good and follow my instructions, I'll forgive you."
Your eyes widen in anticipation, nervousness and excitement. It’s like rolling a dice full of emotions and wouldn’t know what to really feel and Sakura senses this, and further uses it as her advantage. With still a firm grip with your rock-hard shaft, she spit on your shaft a few times as the lubrication now felt better than before as you can see her beautiful, dainty fingers stroking your raging length leisurely. 
You moan in ecstasy and probably, that’s all you can do. The sudden strike of gratification can be felt throughout your body and you, immediately shudder as her wet, warm mouth envelops your raging length within a fraction of a second, and didn’t even notice it.
Sakura didn’t mind you moaning her name and the constant convulse of your hips as she focuses where she’s best at. With her slow bobs and her mouth wrapped onto your mushroom tip, you can’t help but become more aroused and you wouldn’t complain about this—maybe the only thing you’ll complain about is her anger towards you and you never liked it when she’s furious. Within a few seconds, she picks up the pace and involuntarily, you caress the silky black strands of her hair as an outlet to fight the pleasure, and you won't like what will happen next.
Pop.
“Get your hands off me. Put it behind your back and just let me do my job, is that clear?”
You don’t speak, which ignites the flames inside her—
“Fucking answer me!—”
“Yes—y-yes, mommy! I’m s-sorry…”
The tremble on your voice puts a smile on her face, knowing that she, herself, is damn well in control over you. 
“Do that again and I won’t make you cum, alright?”
Another “yes” and another no. Simple articulated words coming from your mouth is enough to make her advances towards your glistening length once more, invading it with her oh-so pleasurable cavern which is her mouth. Her deprivation and her insatiability towards you is what fuels her to do this—and it’s like she’s not liking this and if she is, she’s absolutely lying and you can sense, by the way she looks into your eyes, you know damn well that she’s enjoying this.
If only you could tell her how much you love th—
“Don’t talk to me, okay? I’ll only give you permission if I say so, is that clear?”
You’re completely silent as you already followed her instructions (and with the clever mind she has, she knew that you’re taking the instruction too seriously), which she didn’t like.
“You piece of shit—not like that! Fucking answer me!”
“Y-Yes, mommy…”
“Good. I don’t want your joking ass to play around me ‘cause I’m fucking serious right now—”
She resumes her lustful antics onto your engorged head as she swirls her tongue around it, and you respond with an intimate moan as the sensitivity is way too much to handle, and so is the pleasure. Her constant slurps and her saliva running down her chin is one way to know how much she wants you, how she's so deprived of the taste of your cock and it's like a candy she can't get enough. 
“God, your cock tastes so good—fuck—”
And there she goes, again. Constant frantic bobbing ensues and the fondling of your balls—and it's really nothing new to your eyes yet the sight is nevertheless hot as fuck. Those large, doe eyes having eye contact with you as she blows you sloppily—oh gosh, you couldn't ask for anything more than to relive this moment and savor every second of her warm mouth enveloping your shaft.
Such copious amounts of that colorless liquid inevitably leaked out of your slit, which she delightfully consumed as if it cascaded like a waterfall—like a mouthful of a delicious entrée she couldn't get enough of. After such hypnotizing minutes of her sloppy blowjob, she pulled out of your shaft with a loud pop as she commended you for being so obedient to her.
“Such a good boy for mommy. As much as I want you to cum deep in my throat, I want to feel this dick inside me, right now.”
She then grinds onto your heated core as the neediness in her eyes says a lot, and you can’t wait to fulfill it.
“Strip me, baby. Get these stupid clothes out of me and don’t you fucking dare touch me until I say so.”
And you did just that. Untying her top slowly while she’s still straddling your lap, you felt your cock twitching at the sight of her handful breasts, those within and hand’s reach as you hurriedly unclasp her black bra, letting gravity do the work as it fell off her smooth, milky skin as her perky mounds are now within your sight. As much as you wanted to dive in and fondle her mounds, you wanted to follow her instructions as you don’t want to feel her wrath again. Now with just her pants on, she gave you an discontented look as you hurriedly did your job, unzipping her pants and letting the clothing fall off the ground smoothly alongside her panties on the way, letting her beautiful, hourglass figure on your sight as you drool in insatiability and need—Sakura herself exuding sexiness is always off the charts of what you always wanted and with her naked body onto your sight, you can’t help but feel so aroused to the point that you want to pull her and kiss her yet, as what she’d said earlier, you must be obedient so you’ll try and discipline yourself to do so.
“Fuck, she’s so perfect—her figure is so insane.”
Sakura then pushes you onto the bed with a loud thud as she pounces onto you like a wolf, her legs straddling your thighs and her warm hands caressing your chest and your abs, making you squirm in sensitivity. 
“You’re so fucking hot, baby. And—ooh, you’re squirming under my touch already? Oh, and I bet, you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you, hm?”
You nod frantically as she grips your length, her hands almost clenching around your shaft as she lines her entrance towards you, teasing you as she brushes her clit onto your swollen head, making you moan in need as you wanted more but you know that she’s not going to give it to you—or is she?
Enough with the teasing as she dives onto your rod, her wet folds engulfing the entirety of your length as she fucks herself with it within as slow pace. You moaned her name softly as she’s exceptionally tight and so wet, and you noticed it on how much she’s dripping before she even entered.
She might be sexually frustrated considering how much both of your schedules are hectic as the both of you didn’t have the time to really invest into bonding sessions or even steamy ones and her frustration even ignited to the fact that she’s so jealous and you’re starting to feel bad. But you shouldn’t, because if your proposition is true, then you’re in the boat as her—you’re having the needs as hers to, and that maybe even explains on how she’s much tighter than the last time you’ve fucked her yet she’s always pleasurably tight, and it’s so pleasurable that you always wanted to hit the deepest spots inside her pussy if you can.
She rides you with a pace that’s moderate—you don’t really ask anything more than it and you can't, as it’s Sakura’s order to not interfere nor talk to her, so you’ll just shut your mouth as the gratification makes your brain go haywire. 
“Fuck—you're s-so big inside me—ahh! Fuck, this cock is so p-perfect! Thank god y-you have this perfect cock for me t-to fuck on—ahhh, fuck!”
Her hypnotic bounces onto your shaft sends ripple onto each other’s bodies as you can feel how she’s dripping wet, considering how she’s leaking between her bounces. In every thrust of herself onto your rod, her demeanor completely changed as her once stern, jealous-filled face is now filled with lust and need, her face distorted with the overwhelming pleasure she’s bringing herself into. Her pace suddenly becomes rapid, bounces within such a quick succession as she places her hands onto your chest for further stability. You realized that she’s struggling a little, so you supported her by pressing your hands firmly onto the side of her hips, which she didn't seem to mind.
“God, I fucking love t-this. I hate h-how you always s-stretch my pussy so well—ahh, fuck!”
She can’t really hide the satisfaction she’s feeling and she never will as she’s always vocal whenever she’s satisfied with something, even from the smallest things up to even some of the freakiest actions in bed. It’s also in her eyes and the way she’s leaking all over your length, and with those simple hints, you already know she’s in peak ecstasy.
“Y-Your cock is too good, baby. I’m gonna c-cum really soon!”
Now chasing her long-awaited orgasm, she rides you at a frantic pace, bounces and bounces in quick successions that make your mouth escape plethora of moans. All it takes is a single squeal as she announces her high, as she creams onto your cock, her nectar gushing out like a waterfall, dripping onto the bed sheets.
And you swear to god, you’re going to clean your bed whenever all of these sinful events are done.
She then pulled out of your slick shaft as it glistened with her juices, standing proud and hard as her body makes her the culprit for all of this. With a single motion, she switched positions with you and glared at you, straight right to your soul, seductively whispering, “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t stop until you unload every single drop, in your balls, in me, do you understand?”
Another question. Another nod. Of course, it’s a must at this very moment as before you insert your stiffened member inside her, once again, she interrupted you with a suggestion in mind, benefiting herself and maybe even you.
“Before this, you gotta fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard until my legs give out, baby. Please mommy and I want you to impress me.”
And you wouldn’t disappoint her and you never will, because if you do, you’re fucked. Fuck her ‘til her legs give out—well, let’s see how this goes. 
With all your strength, you rotate her as the sudden swivel makes her anticipate more of what you can do. You then give her milky-white buttocks a gentle squeeze as you continue to whisper to yourself how insane Sakura’s figure is and how much you adore her passion on how she keeps on maintaining this physique.
“God, she’s so fucking hot…”
“W-Why are you teasing me? Fuck me now and I want that cock inside me.”
Her delirious and stern tone makes you anxious as you hurriedly insert your length into her entrance once again and oh—she’s still as tight as ever. Both of you gasp on the sudden spike of pleasure coursing down your veins as you fulfill her request immediately—by fucking her hard and pounding her until her she can’t feel her legs. No more teasing and slow build-ups as you immediately hammer yourself into her glistening cunt, relentless about the pace and not caring if she can’t take it or not—she wanted it rough, anyway. You place both of your hands on her hips, letting you caress and feel those soft mounds you always love and to further fuck her better as the grip and the control now is way better than before. The clashing of bodies resonates a series of sinful sounds that only reverberated around the room, which arouses you further and as well as the wet squelching of each thrust as the cherry on top.
“I s-said, fuck me harder, you piece of sh—I k-know you can do better than this…”
Upon her livid-filled request, you fulfilled it immediately by exerting more effort between your hammering thrusts into her leaking pussy. It's evident how much she's loving this even though her façade says the opposite—and you want to break it and let herself give out to you and you will. The wet squelching has been a common sound beneath your ear as it forms an orchestra of lustfully-composed sounds alongside her sultry moans that pushes you further on the edge. Sakura tries to compress her moans but with this sinful act being unfolded between her legs, it's impossible to really hold back as she fights for the bit of her dominance left.
“G-God, p-pull my hair, pound m-me faster, g-gosh—I know you can do be—”
Her further attempts of being unimpressed was interrupted by a sudden tug of her hair as your hips pursue an onslaught of hammering thrusts that makes Sakura scream your name, her cunt now glistening and leaking way more than before as you're finally getting the grip to make her fall onto submission. Yet you know her, how competitive she is and she's going to put up a fight in order to win and that's her goal, but the grass isn't getting any greener on the other side of victory and you're claiming to dethrone her. 
“God, mommy, y-you're so fucking tight—this pussy just feels to fucking good to be r-real!”
“You love mommy's pussy don't you? No wonder why you're throbbing so much i-inside me—fuck! Just shut the fuck up and pound me. I c-can still feel my legs…”
You nod as you continue the good pounding she always wants as not so long after, she's about to announce her second orgasm of the night.
“God, mommy's gonna c-cum so much! I'm so c-close! I—”
An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes as she gushes onto your cock like a waterfall, every stream staining the bedsheets. You continue to fuck her through her high yet your thrusts are way slower than before, allowing her to recover from her high. 
“Fuck me h-hard, baby. I know you're c-close. I can feel this cock throbbing inside my tight, wet cunt, ready to deposit all inside me.”
You swear to god, her dirty talks are instant buttons to push you onto your long-awaited orgasm and you love it. Thrust after thrust, moans reverberate around the air as within a few more seconds, you savor each moment being inside as the familiar knot onto your loins grows, signaling your near ecstasy.
With a single sentence escaping from Sakura's lips, it's just impossible to hold back—
“Cum for me.”
Ecstatic, blissful and lustful. Isn't it perfect? Yes it is and always it has been.
Unloading every ounce inside Sakura's perfect cunt is a must, so you did just that. Burying your length up to the hilt, you let it all out as series of thick shots of semen gets unloaded inside Sakura's tight cunt, her velvety walls hugging around your cock as she even savors the moment of your hot seed being deposited inside her, and, to no surprise, she loves it. You then pull out of her heated entrance and rest yourself onto the bed, feeling exhausted from a steamy session with this hot Japanese girl that just milked you, yet not enough to drain you entirely.
“God—” Scooping a sample from the semen that dripped out of her cunt, she tasted it and a satisfied hum lets you know that she liked it.
“Now that's not too bad, for you—hmm, I guess…”
For me? Didn't she just scream earlier like her life depended on it? And now, you know that she's trying to piss you off at this rate—not that you're disappointed and confused, yet maybe you are, yet you see this as a competition and you're willing to let her know who's going to be in control now.
“Hey, mommy’s not yet done with you, stay where the fuck you are and be my good little toy for the night.”
“B-But can’t you just let me re—”
“What the fuck did I say?”
“Sorry, mommy.”
Damn, she’s good. And it’s like you’re putting up a fight against that and you won’t, just yet…
Tugging your collar as she brings her herself close to you, she whispers seductively onto your ear, enough to tingle your senses and your eyes to widen as the simple words that came out of her mouth arouses you more than what you could ever expect in seconds, bringing your shaft to be in life again, rock-hard from her actions.
“I want you to pound my ass. I can still feel my legs and make sure that I won’t after we’re done.”
Oh… Fuck. 
Right from the start of your steamy sessions, she’s been talking about anal sex and you know that she’s into something like that yet, right at this moment, it feels like it’s way hotter than what it should be considering how dominant she is right now. Maybe it’s because of that or her just being vocal about it? Nevertheless, the thought of pounding Sakura’s puckered hole and gaping it open is an arousing sight and just by thinking of it can send you into overdrive—moreover, the drive of lust and the will to fuck her until you’ve fully deposited everything inside her tight asshole.
Letting your hands handle the side of your hips for stability, you didn't just go idle as you rub your cock into the rim of her puckered hole, making her squirm in the sudden spike of pleasure. You then spread your precum onto her hole, lathering it with the colorless liquid as not so long after, your fingers tease her ass as its only motive is to pry it open, make it gaped enough for the ease to pound her into oblivion.
“You're not fucking my ass without some lube, idiot. Go get the bottle from the cabinet near my desk.”
Yeah, and you're about to do that after you're done teasing her—yet, you said to yourself that she's maybe not liking you being a tease at this moment and prefers the real thing up in her ass, already. You would rather not answer her back for the flames not to worsen so you did just follow what she wanted and got the bottle of lube from the cabinet.
“Good. Now lather your cock with it. I wanna see your cock glisten among the ligh—”
A shocking squeal escapes her mouth as you shove the tip of the bottle from her puckered hole and her expressions changing within a millisecond once you squeezed the bottle as numerous amount of lube is being distributed inside her ass, making her moan in pleasure yet she still found it rather perplexed with how the cold liquid felt inside her snug asshole.
“W-What the fuck was that? Shit—it's so cold and weird yet it felt good but, what is th—ahh!”
A moan elicits from her as betweenher ragged breaths are her hard grip from the bed sheets as the sudden spike of pleasure was way too much to handle—and at this moment, she's nowhere near evincing a faux demeanor but rather, such expressions of lust and need, and, even though you can't see it, you can feel that she's genuine on what she's feeling. With how well-lubed the insides of her ass are, you’re not going to waste any time to shove your length in it and you did just that. You struggle to insert a few inches inside considering how incredibly tight the opening of her twitching hole is. You groan in pain and pleasure as you now manage to insert half of your raging length into it and thank god, you lubed her inside well and it wasn’t a pain thrusting into her snug walls. Your thrusts are slow and leisurely pleasurable and you want to really build up the pace from time to time yet Sakura didn’t like your thought of that.
“Enough of that slow stuff. Go and pound my ass harder than what you did in my pussy!”
As much as you wanna tease her, you can't help but feel the need of her walls enveloping your thick shaft as you pound her with a relentless pace. The feeling is mutual—you want her as much as she wants you, and you can't wait to bring an onslaught of thrusts inside her gaping hole.
“Oh god—yes! Pound me just like that! Don't y-you love how my walls clench around your shaft? Like how tight I am, hm?”
“I like h-how fucking tight you are, mommy—I really do. You make me feel so good—argh!”
Even though Sakura may feel a little flummoxed on how everything unfolded so fast, she can’t help but still feel so good as every thrust you did inside her sends shivers of pleasure up in her spine. You hammer into her tight asshole without any care, with abandon as she buries her face into the sheets as the gratification is way too much yet she always liked it no matter what. You pound her ass like there’s no tomorrow, balls deep in every thrust you do as it’s so hard that the wet claps of your balls onto her glistening cunt can be heard, as well as the clashing of your bodies. You can tell how good she’s feeling right now, considering the fact that she’s sneakily fingering her cunt in tandem with every thrust you make and the sight is just arousing as fuck. The lewd scene could not be any better and even with her muffled, compressed moans (thanks to herself burying her head onto the mattress), you could tell that she’s enjoying this as much as you do.
“N-Now, Kkura, look how you’re leaking from getting your ass fucked. You’ve thought of this multiple times, don’t you? You’re done being in control right now—because I have the high ground now, do you understand?”
Only a muffled scream can be heard as you deliver hard thrusts and harsh spanks onto her pristine, bubble butt. You wanted an answer—no, you demanded an answer immediately from her. So, without a time to waste, you pull her hair as her muffled moans are now clearly audible and ask her once again.
“I said, do you understand, Kkura?”
Silence emanates yet the wet clashing of bodies ensues, reverberating around the bedroom. If she’s playing tough and stubborn, then you’ll gladly play the game she's in.
“I said, do you fucking understand me, Kkura?!?”
“Y-Yes, daddy.”
“G-Good girl—oh fuck, Kkura! Your ass feels so good! God—I love fucking this ass, do you know that? I swear to god, if I have all the time on the world, I would literally spend hours fucking your ass.”
“Daddy—gahh! Too good! Too good! Please keep fucking me daddy—I’m going to cum so soon too!”
“Then cum for me, Kkura.”
With rough, hammering thrusts comes with a fast pace of fingering her pussy and with orgasm being chased, you wanted to help her out reach her high faster. You give her the last hammering thrusts she deserved as a blissful scream of ecstasy resonates around the room, announcing her peaked high as she squirts all over the bedsheets.
“Gosh—I—cumming, daddy! F-Fuck!!”
You didn't give her some time to recover as you resumed your frantic thrusts inside her snug hole, chasing your orgasm too as a pleading voice can be heard.
“Please c-cum, daddy. I know you're c-close too so please, j-just cum, anywhere you want…”
Even though with the fire she ignited earlier, you can't help but fulfill her desires as surprisingly, you pulled out of her tight hole, wanting to cum somewhere else that she would love.
“Get on your knees for me, Kkura. I wanna blow my load all over your pretty face.”
She obliges your command as she lewdly sticks her tongue out, anticipating your thick load that will cover the entirety of her face and with the furious strokes you're making, you can't hold on much longer as you wanted to be.
“F-Fuck, Kkura! Stick your tongue just like that! Gosh, you're so fucking hot—I'm c-cumming!!!”
A blissful, overpowering drive of lust can be felt as your reservoir breaks loose, unloading all of your semen on Sakura's enticingly seductive face as per thick shots of it, gains a hurried flinch from her by how much you're covering her. She tried to catch it all with her tongue but was deemed unsuccessful because of how much you've unloaded almost everything onto her: her face, nose, chin, lips and her forehead full of your pearly white cum.
“Fuck—it feels so warm, and so—d-delicious, daddy!”
You smiled faintly out of content yet you're still not done with her because you want to ruin her and you absolutely would.
“Do you think I'm still done with you, Kkura?”
You grip both of her arms as you face her, your lust-ignited eyes demanding an answer escaping on those lips from hers.
“N-No?”
“That's right. I'm still not done with you. Now relax yourself, alright?.”
She quickly obliges as she wails in pleasure once you've brushed the tip of your cock onto her clit, making her weak on her knees and moaning profusely.
“Daddy—ahhh! Be gentle for me, just for now—I still feel so sensitive—”
“You don't get to say what I'll do, Kkura. Also, don't fucking worry, it won't be in your pussy.”
Catching her off-guard, you quickly shoved your length into her puckered hole again as you two moaned in unison—you moaned and groaned on how tight she still is, considering how much you've opened her from your harsh poundings from earlier.
“Gosh, Kkura—you're still tight as fuck.”
“And y-you're so big inside me, daddy! Pound me again!”
You really thank Sakura for squirting earlier as her nectar helps with the lubrication—other than the lube, of course—as it drips towards her puckered hole. You didn't get her a chance to prepare herself as you started off with harsh and frantic thrusts, sending ripples down her bubble butt as you pound her with abandon. With the clashing of bodies, you can’t help but moan in ecstasy as the scene is too fucking hot and it’s not hotter as both your lips clash onto each other. You kiss her with fervor that hasn’t been seen before, devouring her like it’s your last meal and getting the awkward taste of your own seed is surprisingly making the scene hotter.
“F-Fuck, daddy. You kissed me so good and don’t you like the taste of your own cum?”
“Well, it’s a bit weird but I never thought I'd taste this sweet.”
You indulge into another blissful kiss with her, locking tongues and exchanging breaths is what made the hottest scene in the bedroom, maybe even way more scorching hot than anything you’ve done with Sakura. You pull onto her once again as you resume your frantic thrusts into her asshole, sending shivers down your spine on how well the pleasure is being delivered.
“Oh god—daddy! You fuck me so well! So so well—fuckk!!”
The same symphony of lewd moans can be heard all over again, and it’s the kind of music you want to listen to apart from their biggest hits. Maybe, in a way, you’ve helped Sakura to improve her vocals by how much you’ve made her scream, reach the highest of notes and how much she has taken you down her throat. 
As the frantic hammering ensues comes her melodic moans that ignites the lust inside you to keep going, not minding how sensitive you are as your only aim is to cream both of her holes and to watch how beautiful she can get after all of this. You slowed down your thrusts for a moment and pulled out right after, as you wanted to do something that Sakura will also love.
“Turn around for me, Kkura. I wanna pound you from behind.”
Again, she obliges immediately as she pounced on the bed with her ass up, ready for another set of harsh poundings. It’s still surprising how her legs are still functioning at this very moment but all you can say is that, you’ll pound her into oblivion to the point that she can’t walk until tomorrow and God knows where she’ll get an excuse to his manager on why she can’t be participating in further activities. Without any time to waste, you insert into her snug hole once again as you’re met with the tight hugging of her walls as you resume the onslaught of thrusts while spanking her pearly-white, bubble butt until it’s red from your handprints and your other hand pulling her hair, making a makeshift ponytail and in order to hear the plethora of moans .
“Is this what you’ve wanted a-all along, huh? To be fucked like an animal, especially in this tight ass? Don’t you f-fucking worry Kkura, you won’t gonna walk until tomorrow on how much I’m gonna pound you—oh! Use you, like a toy and you’re going to make a convincing excuse to your members and to your manager on why you suddenly can’t walk. Hah—you fucking slut—what a slut for my cock. Don’t worry, this w-will be anything you can ask for, Kkura and you’ll forever know that I’m yours and you’re all mine, do you understand?”
“Y-Yes daddy—ahhh! Please keep fucking me! I d-don’t care anymore—j-just explode in me!”
Really surprising—you whisper upon yourself as it is indeed surprising on how she can still articulate such words even though she’s being fucked like an animal—thrusts with its only aim is to rearrange her guts and ruin her, ultimately. You wished this won’t end but it soon will be, as you can feel the familiar knot in your loins, signaling your near orgasmic peak. You then give her ass the pounding it deserves as you bury the entirety of your shaft inside her asshole, filling her up to the hilt.
“I’m going to fucking c-cum, Sakura! I’m—cum—”
Your vision darkens as your tips spurt thick shots of cum inside her ass, her walls clenching hard around your shaft as the feeling of filling her ass is way too much to handle. The creampie wasn’t as good as the first one you did inside her pussy, but surely, this amount is enough for the both of you. You then lay down on the bed as the exhaustion comes in, exasperated breaths escaping your mouth as so does Sakura. You then take a look at her holes, fully creampied by you as the conglomeration of both your liquids can be seen on both snug holes. The earlier cacophony of moan, groans and screams are now filled with faint breaths as both bodies are exasperated from the earlier wild session.
“It feels—hahh… So—warm… God, y-you fucked me good and I—can’t feel my legs…”
Sakura then looks at you as you look back to her, exchanging smiles as Sakura leans closer to you, her disheveled hair all over her face but you can’t deny how beautiful she still looks even though she’s completely ruined.
“I’m—sorry about my earlier attitude… I didn’t r-really mean to sulk like that…”
You then caress her hair, fixing her messed up, cum-filled face to be in touch with her, better.
“It’s alright Kkura. I was just scared earlier and just next time, don’t be that oppressive, okay? I just talked with Chaewon and I’m pretty sorry that I didn’t really divert my attention towards you.”
“No, it’s clearly my fault. I’ll be a better girl, I swear.”, Sakura smiles in reassurance, but with a doubt that you’re still feeling that hint of disappointment so, she ensures something with you. “So, would you forgive me?”
Your eyes glistens upon the dim light as you maintain eye contact with her, uttering the next words that will sure make Sakura smile in delight.
“I do. I forgive you, Kkura…”
You then latch onto her lips one more time as all you can feel is love, and only that at this very moment.
“Wait—would you uhh… Help me clean up? I don’t think my legs are functioning right n-now.”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
You then rose up to the bed and helped Sakura by lifting her and assisting her to walk with your arm all over her shoulders.
“Well, you wanna shower with me?”
You’re just glad that you had clothes on your bag to spare for yourself—“Yeah, why not, Kkura.”
Well, this was a night to remember—and probably, good luck explaining the mess that happened in Sakura’s bedroom to the rest of the members, especially the leader, Kim Chaewon—
Kimssammu on 21:15 - “I want my turn next, anytime, Oppa… ;)”
But how did she know—
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Strip Lawyer (m)
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“Rules are for children.” - Joe Abercrombie
➺ Banner: The supremely talented @dnrequests 💛
➺ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
➺ Trope: Tutor!AU, Lawyer!AU
➺ Genre: Smut
➺ Rating: +18
➺ Word Count: 8.4k
➺ Summary: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale.
➺ Warnings: dom!reader x sub!jk then dom!jk x sub!reader, strip poker but education, implied consent, little power imbalance, seggsual tension, restraints, oral sex (m&f receiving), grinding, jungkook is a tease as always, dirty talk, kissing, alcohol, boob play ehehe, fingering (f receiving), pussy slap, spitting, tearing clothes, biting, degradation, unprotected sex, jk cums on her ass, cum eating (kind of)
➺ Cross Posted: AO3
➺ Author’s Note: This was supposed to be @taegularities‘s birthday gift because she asked for Lawyer!AU - but in true Siya fashion, it went out of control. So... here you go LOL happy buttday to youuu, hope you enjoy ittt 💛💛 The biggest thanks to @jimilter because she is the reason I did not delete the draft, thank you so much for all your help in fixing this mess, love you so muuucchh 💛 Also huge huge huge thanks to @alpacaseoks​ for helping me with the flow and giving me pointers in a big chunk of the fic, I appreciate it so much! 💛 Disclaimer: I am not a law student in any way so please don’t expect any accuracy. Just enjoy the sex, I’m begging. Let me know what y’all think, and as always, thank you for being here! 
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“You’re not serious.”
If only he knew. 
“So. Serious.” You emphasise your words with a slap on his shoulder, “I won’t have it on my honour that a student under my tutelage has been failing the same subject for two years.” You raise an eyebrow at the hunched figure ahead, and knock on the table to bring his attention up to you. 
“So you’ll just… Strip? Everytime I answer correctly?”
“That’s right,” you confirm, “and for every wrong answer, you strip for me. Simple.” You give Jungkook the widest grin you ever have, possibly too wide, because he only hunches further into his seat. 
And it finally bursts your bubble.
“I mean… I’m just–you don’t have to do this, okay?” You scramble up from your seat, opening the distance between you two – placing yourself a good few feet away from the boy. “I was just… having fun with the idea—” With stumbling haste you continue to comfort him, “I jus–isn’t this like classic nerd porn that you’d watch?”
And you remember that comforting a fellow human being isn’t really your forte. You’re ready to gather all your belongings that are spread across the table, run away, change your name and hope like hell he doesn’t file you up for harassment. 
Thankfully, your shabby attempt at damage control does ease Jungkook, and his back straightens a little bit as he brings himself to look at you.
“Not wrong,” he gives you a grin, “I–I really like that, umm, idea. Yes, let’s do it.”
He trails off, but not without a smile of burgeoning confidence – apparently not enough to finish that sentence with, but enough to give you one strong nod – and you have the affirmation you need. More affirmation is given by his not-so-subtle shift in his seat, that shows you something was making its presence known in the confines of his pants.
“All right, let’s start this. International Law and Relations is pretty easy, and actually has very interesting sub-topics – you can take subjects on this topic when you move to the next semester,” you pause flipping through the textbook and give your tutee, “if you move to the next semester. Thankfully, this year you have multiple choice questions, so… You better fucking pass, you hear me?!”
Jungkook only gives you a sheepish grin, his hands fiddling with each other.
“Okay, we’ll go through chapters randomly. Your first one – what is a country’s exclusive economic zone?”
On completing the question, you look up and await an answer – but the doe eyes that greet you back showcase that behind them, there is a lot of emptiness. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he tries his best to push out any answer, any words, just anything from his brain. Alas, after two minutes, you give up.
“Okay, you’re going first then,” your voice breaks his intense thought process, and he flashes you a wide grin. 
“Socks count right?” He pulls off the socks on both his feet, and wiggles his toes against the fresh air. 
“Why you wear socks in this weather, it’s beyond me,” you huff an exasperated sigh, “but okay. One down. Exclusive economic zones are the sea-areas where coastal states have the right to exploit resources for economic gains. Think fisheries, mining, construction, artificial islands, and other endeavours. Capisce?”
“Got it. Next!”
“Love the enthusiasm,” you grin at his eager look, and open the textbook to a random page again, “okay, same chapter, what are the three international air laws?”
“Oh, I know this! I read thi–uhh, Public International Law, Private International Law…”
“Yesss? And?”
“Why is my brain saying Supernatural Law?”
One look at his bamboozled face and you burst out laughing. “Supranational Law! Not Superna—” Your persistent giggles have you dropping the book onto your lap, hands rushing to wipe a tear that makes its way down your cheek. You can see a bleary Jungkook, following suit in your snickers, his shoulders rising up – it’s a very cute view. 
No, Jungkook is not your type of guy – and you will not make him. 
You’re actually supposed to wrap up this session with Jungkook earlier than usual – because a party doesn’t wait for anyone – and last night Baekhyun told you he’d pick you up. When you asked him whether the party was, he only sent you a smirking emoji as a response. 
Rude boys are your standard, and Baekhyun fits it to the tee. Jungkook, not so much.
But now you’ve started something that can’t possibly end soon. 
“Okay, next item!” You aim to be loud, to quell that finagling thought in your mind.
“But—” Jungkook sputters out, “but I got that right?! Come on, it was close enough!”
You shake your head. “A hundred, or nothing. Chop chop,” you wave a gratuitous hand at his torso – and he obliges with a sigh.
God damn. 
The gamer nerd, who probably doesn’t see the light of day – his body is way too beautiful for his character arc. You scan his whole chest with your glaring beam, pecs ogling back at you – totally unaware of how Jungkook is doing the same to you – it takes considerable effort for you to rip your eyeballs out and get them to focus back on his face. 
You take a large, audible gulp to facilitate speech, “Okay, didn’t know that’s what would greet me – moving on—”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean absolutely nothing, you closeted hottie,” you attempt to close that argument with that sole compliment – after all, you do have a tutoring responsibility – but Jungkook’s singular raised eyebrow makes you wonder if that party is really worth it.
Oh no, you need to make him pass this.
“Let’s move on now, or else you won’t ever move on from college,” you deflate whatever ego-ballooning Jungkook has – his bare shoulders slumping back to his hunched posture – and you internally grin. 
Picking up the thick textbook, you flip through to find a new page laced with information.  “Name three international hybrid tribunals, and their subject matter.”
“Okay okay, I just did this,” Jungkook starts off with confident, “the Special Tribunal for Lebanon, which is for the the prosecution of the people responsible for the assassination of the Lebanese Prime Minister, Special Court for Sierra Leone—” he pauses to take a deep breath and you watch his chest heave with an intent gaze, “which was for the Sierra Leone civil war, and finally… What was the–uhh– for the Kosovo War… Yes! Yes! Kosovo Specialist Chambers! The Kosovo Liberation army was put on trial,” he ends with a gleeful smile.
“There you gooo! See, you can totally do this,” you give him an encouraging nod, “what do you want me to take off?”
“O-oh, umm, your top?”
“Sure,” setting the book on the table, you slip out of your camisole, shaking your head to send your hair back to their place, “shall we move on?” 
But moving on gets tougher when he eyes you like that. The air gets denser within your space, the room feeling too small to escape the tension, and too big to act upon it. You remind yourself multiple times – this chocolate boy isn’t going to be the end of your night – your night ends on Baekhyun’s unspoken promise – but the eclipsing eyes that follow your neon bralette are pushing your brain to reconsider how you write this evening. 
“You–uh–you are really hot,” Jungkook’s fumbling words finally reach you.
You chuckle, stifling the urge to egg him on. “Thank you,” is your quiet response, and you both do well to stifle the snowballing tension.
“Okay, now I’m way more motivated to get my answers right,” he exclaims with vigour, and the two of you trudge forward, keeping up this charade of studies. 
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Many questions down, and you’re at quite the standstill. 
Jungkook sits on his chair, not an inch of clothing on his body, stark naked – and you are about to lose your bra. 
Apparently he can apply himself real well when there are lewd incentives at the end of the rainbow. You circumvented the inevitable, counting riddance of jewellery and accessories as stripping – but now you’re out of options. Jungkook’s lips – pulled into a tender smirk that isn't racy – don’t threaten to sweep you off your feet – but fuck, they still get to you. Supple, with the slightest hint of moisture making his waterline glisten… you ache to taste them, to run your fingers over them, to drip honey all over them and watch them turn sweeter than ever. 
You need to get on Baekhyun’s dick. ASAP.
“Go on, I know that was right!”
Breaking out of your reverie with a demure huff, you smile your way out of your bra, and you can fully hear the deep inhale that your tutee has to take to this new view. With a brazen look of gloating, you cross your arms, letting your eyes and your cleavage do all the teasing – lest your tongue stumbles over the words and lands in his mouth. 
“Shi–yo–you’re—” Jungkook’s words falter as well, giving you an extra boost of pride. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot – I’m sorry, is this the fifth time I’m saying this?”
You laugh with him. “Yeah, probably. Could use a thesaurus.”
“I don’t think my brain will process anything on it. This keeps coming out because I got practice. Said it about a hundred times in my head.”
With your head thrown back, your whole body jiggles in laughter, filling the room with mirth and joy to replace the leaden lust in the air. You bend forward to flick his forehead, knowing full well that the movement just makes your breasts look more enticing; if that was even a possibility. His cock is stiff as iron, and you can fill a drying lake with your current rate of salivation. Both of you clearly recognize that words are flowing slower than before, movements are more calculated than before, and most importantly, eye contact lasts way too long for either of you to ignore. 
“Okay, umm, last question, then I need to be off.” You attempt to bring a close to this increasing strain in your throat, no matter how badly your body wants to delay your departure. “What years did the Hague Conventions take place?”
“I hate these questions,” murmurs Jungkook, “I remember the subject matters of it – it’s not like knowing the exact dates and times will help me avert war.” His pout makes you falter, like there isn’t a fully grown naked man in front of you, like he isn’t testing your limits right now.
“So… No answer?” 
Jungkook shakes his hung head, having given up on finding an answer. “What now, I can’t peel my skin or something,” he starts, a very innocent tone for this ambiance.
“Yeah, I mean, I gotta g—”
“And I’m out of jewellery, too, so—”
“Yeah, it’s cool, I’m gonna head out anyw—”
“You wanna tie me up or something?”
Silence. 
Too long of a silence. 
“I mea—”
“Jeon. Jung. Kook.” Your staccato of words work as a beat, your legs moving in its sync. You bend down for a brief moment to pick up his discarded t-shirt, but the rest of your movement wastes no time in finding a seat on his lap.
His dick presses against your clothed core, imbuing the ache that he currently feels, and goody – you both are in serious pain. And when you lean ahead to gather his hands into a knot on his back, he takes a sharp inhale – your breasts doing everything his dick-led-brain has been wanting for the whole session – pressing against his chest to feel every throb that races through your body.
“You have no filter,” you whisper into his ear, making sure he feels your damp lips move, “do you?”
“N–N–I, me–nngghh,” Jungkook labours through this ordeal, his hips going the extra mile to close the gap between you two. 
When you feel his hardness work against your pulsing clit, it only eggs you further, and the rudderless ship of your resolve yaws out of its lane, finding its anchor in the parted lips in your view.
If your surroundings could combust at the spark that you set off with the kiss, you’d be sitting in a castle of embers, licks of flames being innocent bystanders to the heat that your kiss generates. Your fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, and you swallow his groan with an eager tongue. Without a break, the kiss turns feral. 
You push into his mouth. He returns in kind – although there’s nothing kind about the way he digs his teeth into your lip. The hiss you attempt to release never makes it out to the world – Jungkook is intent on ending this kiss only when the last breaths in your bodies threaten to leave, carrying along with them your consciousness. 
And when that point comes, you part – your head is thrown back, and your hand carded in his hair pulls his back as well. Brisk, shallow breathing is the tune to which you gather your bearings. Your thighs burn for relief, the ache of holding your body in place settling in as the dopamine dies. From your awkward position, you flit an eye towards your partner in crime – and any dopamine that was dying, comes rushing back.
Your hands are still in the lush strands of his hair, and his lidded eyes are bouncing between many areas of view. Your libidinous eyes, your wet lips, your heaving breasts, or the junction of your thighs that give his hardness teasing touches. Maintaining this position, you dig into his cock, your flimsy underwear allowing your arousal to caress against his hot and awaiting length. He groans – it’s animalistic, it’s uninhibited, it’s none of the shy gamer nerd who cowered under the weight of your knowledge. His eyes, fervid, shuttle between all of your exposed skin, finding an anchor, but failing to stop.
“Look at you, is this what you really wanted?” It shocks you how far your voice shakes – what caused it – the kissing, the breathing, or the rock hard cock currently against your throbbing pussy? Who knows. 
“I mean… We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this,” Jungkook bites out an answer with great difficulty, “I—I definitely wan—ungh!”
You just can’t resist. His neck. His clavicles. His bobbing Adam’s apple. His chest. His restrained arms making a tireless effort to feel you. You leech onto his sparkling skin, and drag your tongue in the confines – Jungkook’s words transform into unintelligent warble, just the way you like. 
Sliding downward, and acknowledging the slight ‘fuck’ that Jungkook exhales with a smirk, you lodge yourself directly in front of his broad, heaving chest. The position is awkward — a lot of your body weight lays on your hands that balance you on the chair’s seat – but your current view makes any pain go away. 
“Could this be the reason,” you land a soft peck in the middle of his chest, “why your grades are like this,” trailing your path with your nose, you move left, “we could have just gotten this over with,” you end the sentence with a swirl of your tongue around his already pebbling nipple. 
He hisses a string of unintelligible curses, arching into your ministrations, “Yo–you’d have d–done tha—” His train of thought ends with an audible gasp when you engulf the nipple in your mouth.
“For my tutee,” you release his nipple with a pop and look back up at his eager-to-please-face, cupping a cheek, “anything.”
“Can y—can you get rid of thi–this?” He shakes his bound hands from behind, his shoulder muscles bulging in the movement.
You simply shoot him an innocent look. “But you asked for it, didn’t you?”
“I thought that was the best thing that could happen to me,” Jungkook huffs with a light pout, “right now, I’m regretting it so hard.” As he speaks, you move to trail a soft line of kisses across his chest, reaching his other, neglected nipple. With your eyes locked in with his, you lick around the nub again, enjoying his restrained groans from your vantage.
“You don’t like it? What would you do if you… could touch me?”
“Fuck, I would—I wo—God, I would wrap myself around you… take a big piece of that ass, tear off your fuckin’ underwear… Grab your tits and dig my face into them till it’s time to execute my will—”
You chortle, still busy teasing his chest and making it hard for him to make his words flow. “You don’t need your hands for the last one baby.” 
Your skin rumbles against the loud groans of pleasure that come out of Jungkook when you press his face into your chest, and you feel him frantically lick and suck at your skin, tongue lolling at whatever it could catch a taste of.
“Ahh, this is—making me want some very bad things,” you chuckle at the throes of pleasure he is pushing you under, but are surprised at yourself how much your voice quivers as well. Jungkook makes a show of fighting his restraints; you very well know that you don’t have a sailor’s knot guide on you, and the fight he’s putting up is not more than the fight you had been putting up throughout this evening.
“Bad things?” Jungkook’s breathy whisper brings you back to his lips, and you drop back on his lap, grinding yourself just enough to let your wetness cover his twitching length. “You’re my tutor, I–I’m sure you only want the best for me.”
With your show of repress finally curtained, you drop to your knees, arching your back until you’re face-to-face with his member – tip leaking copious amounts of precum, owing to the hours of tension that you put him through. Jungkook’s thighs tighten under your enrapt gaze, and his staccato breathing is music to your ears. 
“Well, since I am your tutor,” you preen before you drag your tongue around the base of his dick, “and since I want only the best for you,” you drag your tongue up his muscle in one long stroke, “let me give you the best that I have.”
You wrap your lips around him thinking about how sweet he looks. You draw figures with your tongue thinking about how he's absolutely not your type. You suck more of his length into you thinking about how his moans differ from your average partner. So sweet. So pure. So untainted. 
So, so not for you.
Perhaps sweet is what you nee—
“I’m gonna cu—” 
The shrill ring of your phone pierces through Jungkook’s uncontained moans as he empties into your mouth recklessly. With your eyes closed, you try your best to savour the crisp, salty taste, letting your tongue cheekily lap at his member until you feel him shudder under your stimulation. Satiated, you get to your feet, looking eye to eye with the doe-eyed monster – who has the gall to look so pure even now, hands tied, balls empty.
“I should… Get that.” 
Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun is pissed that you kept his premium cock waiting at your doorstep, and you appease his injured ego while finding your clothes and bearings. Jungkook relieves himself of the ‘restraints’, eyes following your disrobed body as it finds its modesty back, piece by piece. 
“Okay… my phone, my book, my jewellery… I think I got everything,” you announce to the small, overheated room. “Jungkook. Good luck, this is the one thing you gotta pass, make sure you reread chapters 8 to 11, don’t blindly mark something because it sounds reasonable because nothing in this world is, make sure you have eno—”
“But! Listen—” His voice, still so sweet, not a hint of demanding assertion in his tone, just plain and beautiful pleading. “Wh–when can we… Umm when can we m–meet again?”
Ugh, your heart. 
“Listen, I’m going away on vacation, my exams are over,” with a mildly heavy heart you try to explain to him without rushing, “that’s why this was our last class. And after that, I’ll be moving away. But!” With a spring in your step you open his door to let yourself out. “Keep in touch! Keep texting me, okay?” With your second shoe on, you stand at the stairs leading you out of his apartment, and look at him for one last word.
And you see his beautiful body and almost crumble back into his apartment. 
“Yeah… Will do, bye!” He pulls himself together and grants you a bright, guilt-free smile.
So sweet, even when you’re blowing him off. So, so sweet. 
But you don’t do sweet. So accepting his goodbye, you run like a deer being chased by the hungriest predator, towards the spice that awaits at your door.
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Damned professional attires. Why can’t they look good without having to be tended to every fucking day? 
You curse yourself for the cup ramen breakfast that ruined your only good shirt, owing to which you have this stainless but wrinkled shirt on you. It is very out of place, the lush lobby walls making you feel like every crease on you is magnified by a thousand. 
It’s obviously not the shirt that is making your stomach gurgle. It is the upcoming meeting that is creating turmoil in your insides, part dread and part excitement.
“He will see you now.”
This guy has a receptionist and an assistant. Why is he so boujee? One look at his office door and you already know – this meeting will not go as per plan.
And when you push the heavy-set mahogany door, and take the man sitting at the baroque desk, silhouette highlighted by the clear night sky behind him – you’re certain this night was made for trouble. 
“Ah, look who it is.” 
That voice. So different from the last time you spoke. Gone is the tender, dulcet voice of his, gone are his soft, vulnerable eyes, and gone is the benevolent disposition that he carried around with pride.
As he takes a good, slow look at you, assessing you from top to bottom, gleaming with mischievous confidence, you shuffle in discomfort at all this directed display of interest. The million twinkles in eyes have coagulated to turn into a ball of inferno. With that blaze, he drags his eyes all over you, tracing your contours with the pens of his gaze, making you feel nails and needles through your spine. Unabashed. Doesn’t care that you’re waiting to take a seat, doesn’t care about your obvious discomfiture, just holding you at your place like a puppet to his watchful leer. The black-on-black suit fits his body like a dream, and the things you want to do to him are straight out of a nightmare.
“Please, why are you still standing?” His assessment complete, he waves an arm to the plush leather seats at your disposal. “Have a seat.”
Moments of uncomfortable silence pass by you, but only you seem bothered by it. You hate how fidgety you are right now, showing your cards so plainly. But truth be told, you have no cards to show. You’re here for his help, and there’s no game to be played with him.
“You’ve done well for yourself,” you offer, making a general gesture to show his entire office space. You could fit nineteen of your cubicles in here, and still have space to waltz around. Your incessant jumping from one firm to another, attempts at finding footing wherever you land but ultimate dissatisfaction with whatever was presented to you led to a not-so-stellar career, and tonight, to this office. 
“Thanks.” He offers nothing more. And his lack of words definitely stings. 
How did someone who breezed through law school end up like this?
More importantly, how did someone who was barely passing subjects under you end up in a position of such power?
And most important of them all, how did you end up being at his mercy?
"So tell me,” he begins once again, bursting your bubble of self-detestation, “how can I help you?"
You take a deep, rich breath and start. "I'm assuming you read my email, so I just nee—"
"You're gonna have to pause right there. I didn't." A simple response, with a simple smile, and you simply want to crawl into a hole and never see sunlight ever again. Jungkook doesn’t even try to explain himself out of this – no excuse or reasons given as to why the email remains unread. And as happenstance would have it, you are in no position to ask him why.
"Very well." You tap the file ahead, taking a deep breath and starting again, "This file should have it all. It’s better if you read through it, I might miss details." 
Jungkook’s extended, bejewelled hand accepts the file, and leafs through the bundle of papers you’ve prepared for him. But that is not what you’re internalising. You're too busy furtively eyeing his bedecked office, the wooden panels offering a private divide between the office space and a separate seating area. The ritzy furniture establishing the space, the lavish lighting giving more depth to the space, the skyline flaunting its glory above it all – you're fraught with uncontrollable envy.
A call to your name jolts you, moving your eyes to him. 
“So do you need me as co-counsel? I hardly think you need the help.”
“Please, don’t patronise me,” you chide him, the repressed irritation showing its face. “I know I’ve not had the best set of years in this field. And I know I fucked up on this one, pardon my French.”
“Well,” he pays no heed to your agitated tone, pushing the file back to you – just enough, so you are forced to get up to reach, “you’re right about that. You fucked up. I can definitely look into this, but I have a heavy workload as it is.” He simply shrugs, a mock-saintly frown on his lips.
What happened to your sugar-cookie boy who would do anything to make you proud? 
Who is this man?
“I know, but I’m—” You swallow everything in you that stops the words, “I’m desperate. This meeting was clearly out of desperation. I know you knew what this was about. Why would you accept an appointment this late if you weren’t going to take on the job?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see you. Maybe I was curious what my tutor was doing, after leaving me high and dry that fateful night.”
He says it with such a harmless smile, like he just announced what he had for dinner. If you weren’t shaken yet, you now are. 
“If I remember correctly, that was not the case. But for now, I’m asking for your help. That’s how I’m doing.”
“Yeah well,” with a smooth move, he gets out of his charcoal seat, and glides towards the tasteful couches placed on the other end of this palatial office, your heartbeat picking up pace from a gentle jog to a frantic pace, “I think I’m entitled to something in return.”
You follow him to the couch across the room, seating yourself on it – and taking a second to enjoy how comfortable it feels. “I literally swallowed your load that night. If anything, I’m the one entitled to this.”
“I’m sure your boy-toy that night gave you everything you needed, didn’t he?”
Deep breath. He remembers the night very well. Too well.
Did you expect that? No. 
Did you want to find out?
Well, why else did you choose his name from a catalogue of high-end lawyers who could have saved your ass in this case?
What’s that saying… Curiosity kills your pus—
“Listen,” you interrupt your own reverie, “you will receive remuneration for your work, my boss is ready to—”
“Nuh–uh,” he tuts, “come on now, we really don’t need to play this cat and mouse game, do we?”
A deep exhale calms your nerves against this burgeoning yet desired situation, and you leave your seat to accept the glass of whiskey he’s offering you. After returning to the couch and gulping the hootch, you meet his accursed, biting gaze. “What can we even wager on like that night? It’s not like I have test questions to ask you anymore,” you throw the ball back into his court, desperately hoping he finds a good enough solution.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he teases you, sliding into the seat – it’s unbearable how good he looks with this confidence. He gets in your space, still holding his undrunk glass of whiskey, peering into your eyes as he makes his proposal. “I think a bit of role reversal will do us good,” he smiles back at you. “Do you good.”
“My definition of good, or yours?”
He smiles at your attempt at feigning confidence. “I don’t think they differ by much.”
In this quietude, the frenetic beating of your heart rings all the way up in your ears. It is a testament to how agog this transformed man leaves you; by the way he speaks, the way he looks, the way he commands your entire being. Words fail you, so you whisper a small ‘yeah’ and nod – you definitely knew where this night was going the moment you called his office, even if your ego strives hard to say otherwise.
“Let’s start simple,” he begins with a slap to his thigh, seating himself comfortably, “where did you go that night?”
What tactic is this? You’re baffled that this man – looking like a Michelin-star-seven-course-meal – cares about that one immaterial night.
Was it really immaterial, though?
Youngling Jungkook was probably offended, you posit to yourself, by the way you left things hanging (pun very much intended). 
“How would you know if I lie?”
“I’ll decide that.” His eyes add “and you’ll follow.” No room for discussion is provided.
“Right.” You sip on your refilled glass, clearing your throat before you answer, “I don’t know if you know him, Byun Baekhyun.” You look in his eyes for recognition, but you can’t read anything, anything at all. “I had to meet him.”
“To fuck?”
“Well, yes. Drinks and then that.” 
“Okay, I’ll take that.” 
And you’ve passed question one – all your clothing fully intact.
“Next question,” his eyes filled with sensual mirth, “was he any good?”
“Oh my God,” you throw your hands up, ready to leave the seat in a show of exasperation, “are you—is this insecurity? After all these years?”
“Well, I’m asking the questions, so I don’t owe you an explanation,” Jungkook leans into the cushions, his confident manner growing with each passing second, “but you might say, I’m curious.”
A moment of silence passes. 
“Yes.”
“Ahh…” He tuts at you, inching closer until you feel the microfibres of his coat against you, “Wrong answer.”
Of course it’s the wrong answer. 
Byun Baekhyun might have been one of the best fucks of the campus, and you might’ve had a lot of fun with him on erstwhile rendezvouses, but that night wasn’t either of your nights, with him being pissed of at you for making his dick wait, and you having your mind glued on a totally different dick to his. The lie might have been obvious, but the fact that you’re having to accept it right now is making your ears heat up.
You don’t really need to do this.
Oh, but you do.
“Go on,” Jungkook coaxes you with his honey-dripping voice, lidded eyes tormenting you, “you know the rules.”
In the tense air, you take off a bracelet, the fake diamonds leaving a chill on your wrist. After dangling it in his face, you drop it onto the couch seat. 
“Good…” Jungkook teases, wondering which deviation of his brain to follow next. “Next. Did you think about me while getting your mediocre pounding from Baekhyun?”
“Oh my God, no!” Your rude tone is extra sharp, like you didn’t even want to entertain the thought that Jungkook would think – Jungkook would know – that that’s what happened. 
To this date, you do not remember anything of Baekhyun – your memories of that day have been painted with Jungkook and Jungkook alone.
“Come on now,” his smug visage turns ungodly, eyebrow cocked up, “a white lie. Off,” is all he says. 
You bend down to reach for the buckle of your shoe. Owing to Jungkook sitting fairly close, your line of sight is delicious – his taut suit pants defining the thighs that he’s clearly worked for; basically ogling at his thighs and crotch in close proximity. With shaky hands, your shoes finally come off – no thanks to the burst of anticipation flooding your veins. 
“Have you ever thought about us on lonely nights?” The closer he moves, with each syllable of utterance, the farther you feel from a sense of control. 
“No…” Your words stammer, and you mentally give the point to Jungkook. Looking up, you find him smirking at your shrinking stature.
“Ahh… You make it too easy,” he just chides you, and you start slipping out your rings.You’re well aware that you are the one dragging this out – but the “yes” just does not want to grace your lips. 
Maybe because you actually like this game. 
Maybe you’re enjoying this end of the show. 
And maybe, you finally want to see this game to completion. 
“Just so you know,” Jungkook purrs into the shell of your ear, leaving you wondering when he moved so close, “I think about your slick on my cock a lot.”
The desperation in your countenance is so visible, it’s pathetic. You wait in silence for the next question, eager to jump to the finale, but the path to the end is far too enjoyable to skip.
“Do you want to continue where we left off?”
“No.” Your answer is straight, to the point, no embellishments. 
Instead, you let your hands do the talking.
In one smooth action, you unzip your skirt and pull it down, without a prompt from the dastard ogling at you. Every move you make, you feel his stare burn into your skin, countering the chilly air filling the room. You sit back with your legs tightly closed – not out of any false sense of modesty, that has never been your strong suit – but the unceasing throbbing of your clit needs temporary relief or else it will jump out and land into his mouth.
The distance between you two has steeply decreased, and you can’t tell who’s at fault anymore. In any case, this proximity is most welcome, as per the anticipatory goosebumps that decorate your skin. Swirling his yet-unfinished drink in his hand, ice cubes clattering against each other, Jungkook takes your exposed legs in that are only barricaded by your pantyhose. It’s not the best material – you’ve been wearing the same one for a week now, displaying many scratches and tears – but Jungkook’s eyes don’t even seem to register it. 
But what is with this speed? He is fully intent on making every second of your horny existence miserable. In a desperate attempt to get a fraction of his touch, you bring your leg up – making the move as slow and deliberate as possible – landing it on his thigh. The best begging you can do without actually voicing it out.
Jungkook, however, is a man of many talents – ignoring your direct needs being a prime one. After a light sip, he brings his glass down to your leg, the bottom rim touching under your toe – and you hiss at the ice-cold feeling that spreads across your foot, as the condensate spreads its influence. 
“I have so many questions for you…” Jungkook whispers to you, watching you twitch, “but I’m having too much fun right now.”
Just when you begin to ask whether his dictionary reads ‘fun’ differently, he drags his cold glass upward, painfully slow, traversing your foot, then along your shin bone, letting the precipitate draw a path of icy chill on the map of your body. Meeting your eyes to just plant a cheeky wink into your brain, he continues forging ahead – until he can reach mid-thigh. He stops there long enough to hear you hiss – only then do you feel the glass move away. 
If you weren’t already panting, you are now. Very audibly so. It is all you can hear in the room, in fact. 
That is, of course, until Jungkook assaults all your senses by dragging you awfully close to him, extracting a gasp from you – his grip on your thigh is tighter than the band in your stomach begging for a release, and you relish the feeling. 
“Do you, want me,” he says into the miniscule space that’s left between your lips, “to kiss you right now?”
You can’t decide what demands your spotlight; is it his gaze boring holes into your skin, or his lips that are now glistening deliciously?
“No.”
“Hmmn,” Jungkook turns away from you, and you almost rise in alarm – until you register his next actions, “thought so.”
One second to completely sip all of his whiskey. Another second for his lips to land on yours.
Finally.
The fantasies of this night blend into reality, and instead of doing the rational thing – thinking why you ended up like this – you give into the kiss.
Not only does he kiss you hard, like the future of his world depends on it, he also pushes in his undrunk whiskey into your eager mouth. The liquid swirls between the colliding tongues, some leaking out of the corners of your mouth – the rest coating the insides of your cheeks with a lush, rich and robust flavour – flavours that didn’t pop when you drank it from your own damn glass.
You kiss until the whiskey gets drunk – by whom, is a mystery – and before you can tend to the stray drops down your face, Jungkook’s hand grabs your chin to keep you still. 
God, your last kiss was nothing like this. The blood buzzing in your ears is thunderous, reacting to the contradiction between the soft, tender kisses exchanged all those years ago, and the jagged, raw conquering of your lips happening right now. Your roughened lips burn under the remnants of alcohol, but it’s nothing compared to the searing you feel when Jungkook lets his tongue languidly glide against your gnawed skin.
“Now, since it was the wrong answer…” He husks, his fingers moving inward, closer and closer until they land just below your collar, “I have no choice but to—”
One mighty sharp tug – and all the buttons of your shirt have popped, flying all around the two of you. His hands, still clutching the buttonless seams of your shirt, harshly pull you back into him. Lips firmly sealed back onto yours, he sends his hand roaming.
“This is what you needed that night, eh?” With one hand back to digging in your jaw, he mouths the words into your cleavage, teeth digging deep into whatever they can grab, “Sweet boys just don’t cut it for you.” He moves up to the nook of your neck, his other hand slotting between your thighs, “For all the attitude you had back then, all you want then is to be treated like a street slut. And you’re still the same. Whores don’t change.”
Rude boys are still your standard, and Jungkook has become just that.
“Ow—fuck, don’t leave mar–marks, man,” you attempt an angrier voice while avoiding his truth bomb – because yes, aren’t you knocked out, over the moon right now? The voice that emanates is feeble, with no brawn to be found. 
He too, doesn’t pay you any heed – teeth tugging the flesh in his clamp until he can hear you hiss, then letting it go, letting his tongue soothe the sting.
“You can pretend to hate it,” he sneers at you, his low tone whisper sending shivers like a snowy night, “your lips can lie, but your body? From the moment you walked in, I know your pussy’s been screaming to be filled. Just thank your stars I’m generous, huh?”
You’re drunk. On just two fingers of whiskey? That can’t be it. Definitely, it’s the heady concoction of the alcohol and Jungkook’s very able hands – one of which is enjoying the feel of your perking nipple. 
While one hand goes back up to roughly dig into your neck, the confines of your throat feeling the heat of his lust, his other arm wraps holds your back, making sure you don’t lean too back and lose your balance. It’s sweet.
What’s not sweet, however, is how long this is taking.
He pushes you until you’re balancing your head on the armrest, with one knee digging into the cushion beside you, the other firmly planted on the carpeted floor. Within a wink of an eye, he’s moved down – and you feel his tongue play over your bra, teasing your nipples, reminding you of a forgotten (but not really) past – a harsh suckle under your boob releases the trapped moan, but it sounds battered; perfectly showcasing your state of mind.
“How about this,” he whispers, looking up from his actions, “you think I can get you to come without taking anything else off?”
Do you have the mental fortitude to deal with the consequences of your bratty answer? 
“No.”
The fingers fiddling with your bra hooks halt – instead, he descends onto your clothed breast, biting over the fabric, fully knowing that your sensitivity was through the roof. You cuss and moan, growing frustration urging for more, but you do not beg.
“Funny how life changes,” he coos, shifting attention from one boob to the other, “today you’re the one tied down. And lucky for you,” with not a hint of weariness in his voice, “I don’t have to be anywhere, anytime soon.”
No ties, no ropes, no chains – hell, not even that overworn, oversized tee of his – and he’s still so right about it. Not a part of you wishes to move away, your pathetic self just wrapped around his agile fingers. 
Said fingers now hold your cheeks, squeezing until your quivering lips give an opening – and he drops a ball of spit right over. You lay there, entranced, taking what he has to give, your writhing less prominent now. Anything that falls outside the outline of your lips is gathered by his thumb, massaged over your mouth, then inserted for you to suck to your heart’s content. Which you do.
“You’ve shanghed sho mush,” you speak past his thumb; he definitely doesn’t try to make it easier on you, pushing his digit further inside, putting your tongue through a test of endurance.
“So have you,” is his simple response, dragging his wettened thumb across your cheek.
“Not as much as you, for sure.”
“I don’t think the mouthy bitch years ago would suck spit off of my thumb.”
“You don’t know that.” With his eyes widening ever so slightly, you continue, “But surely, the geek from years ago wouldn’t have spit in my mouth in the first place.”
“You don’t know that either.” 
Just when you think you’re done seeing stars with the roof on, Jungkook hooks the band of your bra in his teeth – like the primitive animal that he is – and pulls at it, just to let it snap back at your skin. The unannounced action makes you squeal, even though it didn’t really hurt – he’s got your body so alive, a feather could hurt you if he wielded it.
With the odd, oafish position of yours; one leg on the couch, the other hanging off loose, head balanced precariously on the armrest with your arms dutifully out of his way – you try to get him where you need him, knee nudging his thigh while your hips wriggle under an invisible spell. Finally, he acquiesces, settling down at the couch with your legs unwrapped on either side for his viewing pleasure. His palms squeeze the flesh of your thighs, a small tsk falling off his lips at the touch of your pantyhose.
“Tearing doesn’t count as taking off, right?”
“What?”
You don’t get a response – not in words, atleast. The loud rip that follows is the only answer he graces you with, your worn down pantyhose having its last wear forever. But his easy access only brings you gratitude when two fingers enter the tear in a split second, pushing your underwear inside your sopping core.
“Mmmhh—Fuck!”
Jungkook just laughs at your helpless body writhing beyond control as he explores everything he didn’t have a chance to before. Fingers travelling down, then up, inside, then outside, around and about – everything, only egging you further on. 
“After all these years…” Jungkook purrs, not directly to you, eyes only connected to the juncture of your thighs, “you deserve a good fucking. What should I do, huh? Should I make you come, then drop off the face of the earth?” His tongue swipes the length of your crevice, sending shudders down your thighs. “Or should I spend this whole night doing all the things I’ve been meaning to? Cover you in my jizz and parade you across the office? Show everyone what an excellent tutor you were, and your very innovative teaching methods.”
Your brain has no filter when exposed to the horny, and his last words made it do just that – you latch onto whatever words best serve your purpose. 
“You–you’ve been meaning… To?” 
“Meaning to fuck you against every possible surface of this room,” is what Jungkook says, but with his fingers entering your cunt and exploring about, you don’t register anything. “As a thank you, you know? Meaning to see you fall apart on my fingers, just like this—” He pushes in hard, your pussy throbbing around his digits. “Meaning to cum inside you, over and over again, and have you crawl around this space, dripping everywhere while I sit and watch your sullied body prepare itself to take more.”
Well, the last one is oddly specific. Even more odd is how much more aroused the thought makes you.
“Wow, umm—w–well—” Swallowing the wad of spit accumulating in your throat, you offer, “Since you clearl–ooh, clearly, know how to make me come,” you look him in the eye, tears of desire pooling in the corners of your eyes, “so fucking do it. S–Stop playing around.”
“But with a plaything as sweet as you,” he moves to kiss your clothed pussy, his fingers still playing imaginary music inside your walls, “with a toy as slutty as you,” another kiss, so delicate it hurts you, “hard to not play around.”
Hands unfettered from the mental shackles that Jungkook put on you, you pull him back up to you, lips smushing together once again – your other hand wraps around his wrist, grinding onto whatever surface his palm offers, using him like a glorified sex toy. He grunts hard into you, a vague attempt made at bringing you back under control, but your tongue is beguiling, and he stays under your hold. 
Until he isn’t. 
“A—w—fuck!”
Jungkook’s sadistic streak continues when he frees his wrist from your clutches, and smacks your clit once, twice, thrice – in quick succession. Your nub would buzz if it could, and a string of expletives release from you when he does it again – this time, with a greater backswing. 
With a sharp tug to his still-on blazer, you pull him up. “Fucker,” you sputter, making your first and last request of the night, in a desperate attempt to get the ball rolling, “let me suck your dick.” Your hands already flounder around his crotch, until he pulls them away, back to their previous confinement. In the background, you can hear his belt jingle; but all you can see is his arresting face.
A deep-throated laugh emerges from him, “Wasn’t last time enough?” He coos at your cock-hungry plea, pushing you back down and fiddling with your legs. “Next time, okay?”
“Next ti—uungghh!”
Barely able to complete your showcase of surprise, because this is the way he announces his acceptance – he pushes into your core, without warning, but he receives a warm welcome in the walls of your pussy. 
“We have a lot,” he emphasises with a thrust, “a lot of work to do, don’t we?” He pulls out just enough to leave you whining, then pushes back in with a grunt of satisfaction; his moves are calculated enough to leave you wanting while maverick enough to leave your spine tingling. “And a lot of catching up as well.” He hovers over you after positioning you better, both of your bodies lying along the length of the couch, before getting right back into your gushing entrance.
One particular thrust has you arching up, the shock of pleasure stagnating in your body for a hot second, making your head lag and voice wane. Jungkook sheaths himself completely, before slotting his face in the nook of your neck, heavy breaths licking at your heated skin. Not one to miss an opportunity, you take the lobe of his ear between your lips, letting your teeth graze over the skin.
“Mmmh, yes,” he keens, tilting into your touch, “make it hurt, baby.”
Whether it is the words he uttered, or the way his whisper travels down to your cunt, you dig your teeth into the flesh, immediately rewarded with a mouthwatering flurry of cusses stuttered into your neck. 
“It’s,” Jungkook pulls out of you in an instant, turning you around by your waist, “not,” he pushes your head back onto the headrest, your cheek bulging as you try to get a look at him, “enough.”
And the way he slams back into you, you feel your soul fight your body to escape. You mewl into the deathly quiet, his dogged jackhammering hurtling you towards your most awaited high of the day – hell, the most awaited all these years. He pistons into you, covering every inch of your skin in a sea of flames. Your orgasm finds you like a river in spate, gushing through its path, fighting boulders in its wake, carving its way through your entire body. 
Sounds of the room start feeling like echoes, slapping balls, grunty exhales, a weirdly long cloth rip that does not belong – but your ears are ringing, your mouth is drooling, and your brain is ready to shut down. Being jostled like a muppet feels like home, and you only start waking up when spurts of liquid coat all of your ass, thighs, and slit. 
In true asshole fashion, Jungkook tore all of your pantyhose, fabric loosely hanging on the sides, seams split until all of your ass and thighs were open for his pleasure. 
In truer asshole fashion, Jungkook left you a mess, cum trickling down your glutes, pooling at the bend of your knee.
And in truest asshole fashion, he is wiping his unsullied fingers clean, without a second thought about your current dishevelled disposition.
Ugh. You love to put yourself in a position you can’t get out of.
How the fuck will you get home? This jerk won’t give you a ride. 
Also, none of your bones work. 
You lay your head on the armrest, finding feasible ways out of this situation. It's going to be nice riding the bus with dried cum itching your ass. There must be a washroom in this boujee office, of course. You finally gather the strength to raise your head and look for one – but interception comes sharp and swift.
“Already done, huh?” Jungkook’s fingers press into the nape of your neck, pushing you back down, your tendons feeling the pressure of his stronghold.
“I—” You stutter and stumble again, just like the start of the night, “I thought we—”
“Don’t you remember?”
“What?”
“Hmmmn,” he sponges kisses over your clothed back, making his way downward, “stupid girl said I couldn’t make her come without taking anything off.”
Ah.
Stupid girl did say that.
Stupid girl also has her speaking right revoked right now, because Jungkook is collecting the half-dried cum on your ass with his tongue, awakening your dying senses once again. His final move is a start to the next chapter of your night, as he pushes his tongue into your velvet heat, depositing the cum where it belongs.
“Guess we keep playing, huh?”
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So excited for the writing event!!! Can I please request drunk prompt #7 with Zoro or Kid? I think it would be super funny for either of them to be really awkward the next morning after drunkenly kissing someone. Or maybe the reader drunkenly kissed *them* and now they don't know if she actually likes them or not.
Eustass Kid x prompt 7 (drunk prompts) - “did i… did we kiss last night?"
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HELLO HELLO! thanks for requesting this i love this psycho bitch so much. hope this meets your expectations eheh this was slightly longer than others cause you know i love my characters to overthink everything just like me <333 enjoy!!
gender neutral reader | 913 words.
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The softness of the blankets was gentle against your skin as you woke up from one of the best nights of sleep you ever had. That, if only the terrible headache that held you hostage in your bed would disappear. Even the tiniest glimpse of light filtering through the curtains was too much to bear - it only made your headache worst. Yet, there wasn't the tiniest residue of energy in your body for you to get up and block out the sun - so you laid in bed, throwing your blanket over your head and waiting for the pain to go away.
Enjoying the quietness of the ship, you closed your eyes trying to remember what had happened the night before - memories of the party came to you in a blur. They flashed before your eyes in a confusing sequences, making it hard to distinguish what really happened from what might have been just a dream. You didn't even remember how you made it to bed - the last thing you remembered was laying against your captain's shoulder, probably too drunk to sit still in your own place.
Yet there was something more to it, a memory that you couldn't quite grasp - a memory that felt more like a feeling, a phantom sensation still washing all over your body. It wasn't the nausea, nor the terrible headache; it was different, it was better.
Grazing your fingers against your lips, memories from the night before became clearer - did you dream it like all those times before? Was it all on your head? Or did you really kiss Eustass Kidd? These questions pounded your head as a subtle anxiety settles into your heart - the room around you starts to spin again, but this time not because of the alcohol. The idea of confessing your feelings to Kidd, to your captain, sent you spiralling - it was only a crush, after all.
Right?
Wrong. It wasn't only a crush - it was shivers down your spine every time his strong hands laid on your shoulders, it was your heart running faster every time he'd fight against an enemy, it was you melting into a stupid puddle every time he'd call you brat or some other stupid nicknames that you really should have minded but never did.
Forcing yourself out of bed, you dragged your body to the kitchen. The insufferable headache you woke up to was now gone, and you definitely needed a good meal and some water. You almost forgot about the whole kiss thing when you heard familiar footsteps made their way to the kitchen. Your fight or flight response was activated immediately, quickly slamming the door of the fridge and ready to leave the room before he could catch you.
"Took your sweet time to get up, uh?"
Kid roared from behind you, making you jump, a small laugh leaving his mouth making him less intimidating. Yet, you could feel his body almost pressed against yours, his taller figure towering you and making you feel ridiculously small even without having to look at him. Nodding in response, you were quick to move away from his trap, taking a few steps back.
"Yes, I.." you stumbled on your words, scratching the back of your head, panic quickly settling into your chest as you try to come up with something.
"Drank too much. I know."
Kidd cut you off, an unusual reassuring smile forming on his lips as he took a bottle of water from the fridge, throwing it at you.
"Don't even know how I made it to bed."
"Anything else you don't remember?"
Kidd asked. What you heard, however, was more similar to the sound of a ticking bomb about to explode.
"Don't think so." You chuckled, praying you were right - that there was nothing else to remember from the night before, that you didn't stupidly spread on top of him and slurred god knows what to him. Kidd only nodded in response, looking somewhat disappointed - there were no jokes, no sarcastic remarks, no angsty comment. Just an uncomfortable silence and an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.
"Kidd?" you called, causing him to turn towards you once again. He only raised an eyebrow in response, waiting for you to continue
"Did I.. did we kiss last night?"
You finally blurted out, your words rolling off your tongue before you could think it all through. Kidd's features immediately softened, his usual cockiness coming back to surface.
"What if we did?", he barked back, staring up and down at you.
Crossing his arms across his chest, he laid against the doorframe of the kitchen as the most annoying smirk appeared on his face - this was fun, seeing you blushing like a teenager without being able to look at him.
"I don't know. Sorry, stupid question."
You tried to brush it off, faking a smile and waving him goodbye - you just wanted to run, wash off the horrible wave of embarrassment and just forget about the whole thing. Kidd, however, was not really thinking about letting you go. His hands were quick to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to him. In a fraction of seconds he had you trapped in his embrace, your body pressed against his muscular chest.
"Want to give it another try?" he whispered, one of his hands already cupping your cheek whilst the one lazily slid down to the small of your back.
"If it wasn't that memorable, I must make up for it."
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dottores · 11 months
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HELIOTROPES
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pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments
summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.
genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.
warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, unhealthy/abusive households (dottore--locked in closet, mistreatment/verbal abuse | reader--implied toxic stepfather & equally toxic mother who constantly believes him over reader, the slap scene from prev chapter), minor character deaths.
notes: the segment sheet is DONE, this was a rlly fun chapter to write! i enjoyed exploring both of their backgrounds ehehe
THE FAMILY JEWELS
Dottore did not dream. 
He used to dream before he was forced to abandon his original body but even then dreams were sparse and short. If he was lucky, sometimes he dreamt of answers--his mind always on his research even while resting. If he was unlucky, he would dream of fire, red and orange and yellow flames too close to his eyes; he would dream of the day he had received the scars that marred half of his face and his hands. 
But now he was sitting in an unfamiliar home, reminiscent of the estate in northern Fontaine where the Delta segment was focusing on his research. It had to be a dream. He remembered laying down in his bed, he remembered feeling his soulmate’s exhaustion. He had been back in his estate in northern Snezhnaya and now he was here.
It had to be a dream but Dottore didn’t dream so it must be something else.
But what?
He didn’t have time to dwell on the issue, he found himself moving, standing up from wherever he had been sitting and confusion began to itch at him, realizing that something was wrong. He was shorter--stood barely taller than the couch he had been sitting on--and he had no control over his actions. 
He tried to catch a glimpse of himself in the glass of an ebony cabinet that seemed to be storing some sort of antiques but he couldn’t make out his features. His features? Something felt wrong. His hands moved down on their own, smoothing down the cloth draped across his body--loose fitting, softer than anything he owned, it only reached his knees. 
A dress?
There was a strange feeling bubbling in his chest--excitement but it wasn’t his own. He was pacing back and forth and as he turned on his foot for the fifth time, he caught his reflection in the mirror: bright eyes glowing with anticipation, a wide smile. It was a girl, a young one at that--no older than seven. Something warm and heavy stirred, this was of his own.
This was her. His soulmate. He knew it.
Dottore suddenly felt uncomfortable. He didn’t know how to wake himself up. He tried searching for something to read, he tried yelling, he tried blinking repeatedly--tactics that he had used all of those years ago when he found himself dreaming of the unpleasant years he spent back in his village but none of them were successful this time. His body wouldn’t cooperate… or he supposed it was her body, not his.
This was not ideal, he thought to himself as she continued to pace around. He had somehow managed to let himself get attached to the faceless being on the opposite side of the thread, however minimally that attachment may have been, he did not want to put a face to them because he did not want to risk this attachment becoming any stronger. He had to focus on severing the thread, freeing them both of the shackles that this bond placed on them. 
There wasn’t much he could do, he realized. There were no tricks that he could use to wake himself up, he just had to wait this out, watch whatever was going on from behind the eyes of his soulmate. Exasperated, he resigned himself to his fate, instead trying to make the most of the situation and figure out where exactly she might be.
Not to find her, he told himself. 
Or, it was to find her, he corrected, but only so that he could send Lambda off to keep an eye on her. He was the only one that Dottore could trust to make sure that she stayed alive without forming any sort of attachment to her and without even making himself known to her. All of the others would take advantage of the opportunity but Lambda would do what was necessary--he was livid enough over this whole situation and how it has been affecting their research. He would make sure that their soulmate stayed alive and unharmed long enough for Dottore to figure out how to sever the thread. 
“Moooother,” the words left his lips, but the voice was young and happy, a soft singsong of a call that trailed into a gentle giggle. Innocent, sweet, untainted. “I’ve been waiting forever.” 
Dottore felt another emotion that was not his own, this one more familiar to him--a growing anxiety, a creeping sense of doubt as the girl began to look around. He could feel her lips twisting into a frown, the excitement dying as she left the room to go look up and down the halls. Dottore tried to push away her growing distress, instead focusing on the windows that she was passing by as she ran up and down the halls. 
Rolling hills in the distance, snow dusting the thick grass, the skies were clear and there weren’t many trees in sight. Dottore’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, it was very reminiscent of the labs he had set up on the Fontaine border. 
Was she from the Fontaine countryside?
He would call Lambda back from Sumeru to send him to check it out, and order Delta to take his place in Sumeru with Theta. Theta would be livid but Dottore didn’t particularly care about how Theta felt. He had only barely been able to replicate all of the lost research before the deadline Dottore had set for him and Dottore had a feeling that Lambda had done the majority of the work because he had been furious over his research being interrupted. 
Unfortunately for him, it would be interrupted again. 
But where in the Fontaine countryside? Dottore tried to figure it out, irritation growing as she came to a stop in one of the hallways, no window in sight. It had to be somewhere in central or eastern Fontaine--if it were western Fontaine, there would be no snow powdered across the grass, the heat from Sumeru and Natlan melting it before it even touched the earth.
Northeastern Fontaine or north-central Fontaine. It would be easier if he could sic Rho on the job. He would be able to track her down with a general location--they’d have her whereabouts in a matter of a week… but he couldn’t trust Rho to not tell the Gamma segment, and if the Gamma segment knew, he would tell the Iota segment, and the Iota segment finding out was how this whole mess started in the first place. 
“Miss Elyna!” she called and Dottore was moving--or she was, he corrected again--this time down a new hall, lips tugging down into a pout as she tugged down a cloak from a hook. Dottore winced as she pulled too hard, tumbling down to the ground. He could feel the hardwood floors scraping against her elbows. It hurt more than it should’ve, he had gone through worse but he supposed he was feeling what she was feeling, severity and all. Dottore wanted to roll his eyes when he felt her eyes water up, sniffling. 
“They left me,” she said to herself, voice wobbly as she pushed herself to her feet and pulled on the cloak. It was too big for her, dragging against the floor as she made her way to the door. 
Pleased, Dottore realized she was going to go outside, which would give him a better chance of figuring out where along the Fontaine countryside she was living. As soon as she pushed open the door, brisk air met his face. Her nose wrinkled, drawing her hands up into the sleeves of her cloak as she began to make her way out of the house.
The town seemed to be up a rather large hill, a mile or so away from where the estate was situated. She was of noble birth, that much was obvious, only the aristocrats of Fontaine could afford such a large estate with that much property. 
Dottore frowned as he caught something in the distance--dark clouds rolling over the town that she was making her way to, too fast to be just the average storm. Even further in the distance was a sight he could barely make out: a mountain range, large, ragged peaks that were very, very familiar. 
Dottore felt uncomfortable. Again. The storm was not of a natural cause--it was one of the harsh winter blizzards that should have buried Snezhnaya’s capital city, deflected by the Tsaritsa to batter Fontaine instead. His soulmate remained blissfully ignorant of the coming danger, bounding up the hill in the direction of the village, at a pace too slow to beat the imminent storm. He could feel the air around them getting colder, the wind picking up. He could feel the first snowflake sting her cheek, bitter and sharp.
There was a sinking feeling in his stomach--he couldn’t tell if it was his or hers. It was hers, he realized, because she was now looking around nervously, realizing that the storm was about to come down on her and she was too far from the estate to make it back there and she was too far from the town to make it to one of the houses on the outskirts. 
Snezhnayan blizzards were dangerous. They never lasted for too long, especially the ones that were deflected to the south, but they came on fast and they were harsh--the winds were wicked and the snow came down half as ice. 
“Mother!” she called, voice loud, and panicked. Dottore’s heart was racing--or he supposed it was hers, now that the severity of the situation was finally beginning to set in on her. “Mother!”
Fool, he thought to himself, you’re going to fall. His chest felt tight--this was his own, not hers, he recognized--as instead of trying to run back to the estate, she kept going up the large hill, intent on finding her parents rather than trying to get back to safety.
Just as he expected, it only took one strong wind for the girl to trip over the too-long cloak and go tumbling down the hill. She was shrieking but the wind was drowning her cries and Dottore couldn’t do anything but watch, watch through her eyes as she tumbled down the hill, nails clawing against the dirt as she tried to slow the fall. 
Dottore did not do well with these sorts of movements. He felt woozy, light-headed--or maybe it was her feeling it, or maybe it was both of them, Dottore really couldn’t tell. By the time she came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, she could barely even stand up. The wind sent her tumbling down each time she tried to rise, and the snow was coming down hard, whipping around her so that she could barely even see a few steps in front of her and Dottore was suddenly back in northern Snezhnaya, four hundred years prior.
Beta, Dottore thought to himself and he felt sick and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the dizziness or because of the reminder of his first segment and its destruction. He willed himself to wake up to no avail, and he couldn’t even shut his eyes because he was forced to watch through hers as she tumbled to the ground over and over again, trying to make her way blindly through the storm. 
You’re going to get yourself lost, Dottore wanted to spit out, livid, stop moving. But his soulmate was terrified and frenzied, shrieking even though no one could hear her, sobbing for her mother, trying to cover her face with her cloak but she kept getting knocked to the ground, taking facefuls of mud and snow. It was hard to remember that it was the past--that this had already happened years ago as he lived through it himself through her, as he felt her fear and her pain and her panic.
He hated this. 
He hated the lack of control. He hated being forced into this situation. He hated having no choice in what was going on. 
He hated having a soulmate
And he hated even more that there was the chance that she was also dreaming of his past and he had no way of knowing what she could be seeing.
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You were sitting by a window. You blinked, brows furrowing softly as you tried to figure out what had happened and how you had got there. The room was unfamiliar--the furniture was a pale wood instead of the ebony dressers that decorated your room and it was small, it seemed to be some sort of living room but it was barely even the size of your bedroom.
You wanted to stand up but you couldn’t and you weren’t entirely sure why. You frowned, trying to push yourself off the windowsill you were sitting at but your body wouldn’t cooperate, locked in place. You felt a bit panicked over it but you couldn’t feel panicked, you didn’t know how to describe it. It was a muted feeling, suppressed--what was more intense was the odd sense of longing tugging at your gut, the weight heavy on your chest. 
Your gaze moved on its own from inside the house to back out the window. You couldn’t help but notice how the window was bolted from the outside--less like trying to keep people out of the house and more like trying to keep someone in. You felt uncomfortable suddenly, but again, it was a muted feeling, one that you couldn’t seem to feel strongly no matter how much you felt like you should.
There were kids outside, across the dirt street, lounging in the lush grass. They were smiling, happy, making the same motions you would when you pulled at your string and you felt even more alone, sad--you felt sad and you didn’t even know why.
You looked away, down to your lap, and then you felt confused because you realized, slowly, that you were not in your own body. You were wearing a pair of loose shorts--a thick rough material that felt icky against your skin, you were used to the soft silks and cottons that you usually wore. Your legs were stick thin, the bones protruding through the skin. Your knees and shins were bruised and scratched up and your hands were small but rough and calloused.
What…?
“Zandik,” you heard an unfamiliar voice call. Your head turned, but you weren’t controlling it. Again, you felt alarmed, and again, you couldn’t really feel alarmed. Instead, there was an anxiety pooling, one that you weren’t in charge of. You looked to the side--a woman was standing there, tall with pale blue eyes and dark hair. “Why are you watching them?”
“You never let me go outside,” The words were leaving your lips but the voice was not your own, it was that of a boy--a young one at that--quiet and vulnerable, loneliness echoing in his tone. “Why can’t I go outside? I want to explore. The other kids go exploring all the time, I see them.”
“Zandik, come away from there,” the woman ignored his pleas, pressed together tight as she watched him--you? you thought to yourself, confused at the whole situation. “You’re going to make them uncomfortable. We don’t need more rumors going around.”
“I want to go outside and explore,” the boy was adamant, his words edging on desperate. “I hate being stuck in here all day, I want to go out. I want to explore. Why don’t you let me out?” 
“You know why, Zandik,” the woman had not one ounce of sympathy for the boy and the hurt that you might have felt personally at the harshness, he felt tenfold. You could feel yourself sniffling--he was sniffling, you corrected, his lip wobbling and his vision going blurry. 
“I don’t get it,” he said, voice cracking, the telltale sign of a meltdown in most kids but he seemed to be controlling himself, somehow. You had never seen a kid mature enough to hold back their tears and wails. “I don’t get it, you keep telling me they don’t want me outside because of my soulmate but that’s not fair. I’ll get my mark soon, why are they being so mean? I just want to go out and explore.”
Oh, you realized suddenly as you finally began to feel tears track down your cheeks and as the boy finally let himself cry. This was your soulmate when they were younger. 
You had heard rumors of this, you read about it in some of the books in the palace’s libraries. There were certain half-stages or rare effects of the bond that soulmates could experience, some called them mutations, others called them extra blessings. There were rumors of people not being able to see certain colors until they met their soulmates, rumors that some had two different eye colors--one of their own and the other to match their soulmates, and then there were dreams. Dreams were a frequent mutation, be it seeing each other’s past through the dreams or it being a shared space for them to talk to each other in. 
You assumed this was the former. 
And suddenly you were angry. The woman, who must be his mother or caretaker, was watching him coldly even as he cried. She made no attempt to console him, no attempt to calm him down or reassure him, not even a single word or action of comfort. She watched him cry with empty eyes, unmoved by the tears. It was hard to only be able to watch--you wanted to scream at the woman, you wanted to slap her, you wanted to comfort the crying boy, but all you could do was watch it happen from his eyes, feel his distress.
“It has been over five years Zandik,” the woman said, tone void of any sort of empathy for him. “No one has gone this long without receiving their mark. It is a bad omen for the village, you are a bad omen--they say the divine have cursed you. They do not want you around and if you continue testing your father’s patience, he will stop advocating for more time with the village elders. Do you understand?” 
He was crying, hard, and you could feel him shaking his head. “I don’t understand. I do-”
The glass behind you shattered and the boy didn’t have any time to react before a rock flew past him into their house, shards of glass cutting through the skin of his cheek and his arm--shallow cuts, but you could feel the warm, thick liquid dripping down his cheek. He had stopped crying suddenly, stunned by the sudden pain and the loud sound of the glass breaking. 
The woman was staring down at the rock in the middle of their small living room, making no move to get a wet rag to help Zandik clean up. You could hear the kids laughing as they ran away--evil little demons, you thought to yourself, personally aggrieved by the situation.
“What was that noise?” 
A new voice--male, deep, and Zandik was forced out of the state of shock, heart-racing and nerves returning, this time way more intense as he looked at the woman, “Moth-” he began, voice dripping with anxiety but he didn’t even have time to finish the word before a man had made his way into the room. 
He was tall, taller than your father was with wavy blue, fair skin and sharp red eyes. He was intimidating, you weren’t even really there and you could feel your nerves beginning to heighten… or maybe it was just Zandik’s emotions forcing themselves onto you, you couldn’t tell at this point. But the man, his father, was livid, his lips were twisting in an ugly sort of fury as he stared at the broken window.
You thought he would storm outside, yell at the kids who had thrown the rock into their home and hurt his son but instead, he was moving toward Zandik. Your stomach dropped as you felt yourself--him--trying to scramble away, unintelligible, panicked babbles spilling from his lips but his father’s legs were longer, strides too big for him to escape. 
He leaned down, a large hand wrapping around Zandik’s thin bicep and you winced at the bruising grip he had on him as he yanked him to his feet so hard that the boy went stumbling. “How many times do I have to tell you-” his father started to spit out, cutting himself off as he dragged Zandik through the small room and toward the hall. 
“Zakai,” his mother began, following Zandik and his father, exasperated and maybe even a bit nervous.
“Stay out of this,” his father said roughly, turning down another, smaller hall that led to a single door at the end of it. 
“No,” Zandik was panicking, desperately trying to rip himself out of his father’s grip. “No, I don’t want to go in the dark room. I don't want to go in there.”
He went ignored, flinching as his father yanked open the door and a sharp pain flew up your back as he pushed Zandik into the room--the closet, you corrected, horrified. It was a small space with no windows and barely enough room to sit comfortably, and his back hit the wall hard before he crumbled to the ground.
“This is for your own good,” his father told him. “It’s hard enough convincing them to let you remain in the village as it is. If you continue to give them reasons to want you gone, I’ll have no choice but to concede.” 
“I didn’t even do anything,” Zandik choked over his words, you could barely make out his father’s face now from how much his vision was blurred with tears. “I was just sitting there.”
“They don’t even want to look at you, boy,” his father hissed, grabbing Zandik’s cheeks and squeezing them together hard. “They see you a monster, do you understand? The same type that rose from the damned lands and razed our villages  to the ground--those cursed people had no mark either, you know? Are you like them? A monster? Cursed? Are you? Answer me!”
“I’m not!” Zandik shouted, pulling his face from his father’s hands. “I’m not!”
“Then prove it,” his father snapped before slamming the door in his face, drowning the small, enclosed room in darkness and leaving Zandik in there alone. 
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In an instant, the scene warped--another dizzying sensation that had Dottore sick to his stomach. Gone was the ferocious wind and the snow pummeling his soulmate’s small body, gone was the panic and the fear. Instead, it was replaced with beams of sun warm against his face, a bubbling excitement that was overwhelming any sort of irritation he might have had. 
She was older now. He caught sight of her reflection through the window that she was running past--still young but probably closer in age to the Iota or Gamma segment. She looked happy, she felt happy. It was a far cry from what she had been feeling before and it was giving Dottore whiplash as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. 
She was clutching something to her chest--a flower, purple hydrangea--and there was a hop in her step. From what he could tell, she was making her way to her family’s estate from the town. There was nothing in her field of vision that could give him any hints as to narrow down where she might be.
But it was warmer, and he remembered how the mountain range encasing Snezhnaya’s capital had been visible in the distance when she had been walking to the town. It had to be a town along the Snezhnayan border--central Fontaine, most likely, considering the positioning of the mountain range and the warm weather. Central and western Fontaine frequently dealt with waves of heat drawn in by Sumeru’s desert and Natlan’s fields of magma while northeastern Fontaine rarely ever got warm, surrounded by the mountain ranges of eastern Snezhnaya and northern Mondstadt on both sides, it was pretty much a pool of cold air… and he couldn’t see any mountain ranges to the south, so it had to be central Fontaine.
But central Fontaine was large and he had no way of knowing where exactly the town could be. It was somewhere up by the Snezhnayan border in the western sector of central Fontaine, yes, but dozens of towns could match that description, more than that even. Fontaine was littered with small towns in its countryside, even without adding in the city’s population, Fontaine was the most populous of the seven nations. 
Lambda’s issue, Dottore told himself as she finally got to the front doors of her family estate, pushing it open and stepping inside. He had more important things to worry about than her location, he had narrowed it down far enough that Lambda would be able to figure it out.
“Mother!” she called loudly, making her way down the halls. Dottore could feel how happy she was--it was strange. He had felt her happy a million times before but now it was as if he were feeling it himself. It wasn’t that distinct muted feeling he had learned to decipher from his own and locked away. It felt like it was his, it felt like he was happy and he wasn’t sure he had ever felt like that before.
He didn’t like it. He felt warm, at home in a way that he usually only did in his labs and even though he knew, realistically, that these were not feelings of his own, he didn’t like the way it was affecting him. 
“Moooother,” his soulmate repeated, louder this time, but it lacked the singsong lilt it had years prior before the storm. “Moth-”
“What is it?” an unfamiliar voice asked, sharp and cold, interrupting her call. Dottore felt the change in mood instantly, the giddiness replaced by hurt, smile fading for just a second, and Dottore felt livid, murderous, but even that was displaced because he was feeling her own emotions more strongly than his own. 
His soulmate turned to face the other direction, where walking down the side hall toward her was a taller woman that looked just like her, although her eyes were sharper and her lips were pulled down. 
She shifted uncomfortably on her feet and Dottore could tell that she was bothered by the woman--who he assumed was her mother--and her coldness. 
Despite the discomfort, she still managed to smile again, “I made a friend down in town,” she said, excited. “His family owns the flower shop. He gave me a flower.”
Irritation pricked at the back of his mind, he pushed it away.
“That’s nice,” she did not sound interested. He could feel his soulmate’s smile falter again--the irritation grew, developing into subtle anger. “You were supposed to be back for lunch.”
“He was really nice,” his soulmate continued, perturbed but trying not to let it show. Dottore wanted to roll his eyes, he had no desire to hear about a childhood crush. “And guess what? You’ll never believe it! His soulmate, she’s up in the north too.”
Dottore felt her mother’s change in demeanor instantly. His soulmate remained oblivious, giddy, and excited. He didn’t have to look in the reflection to know that her eyes were shining and her smile was wide, he could practically picture it on his own. He felt tight, having a bad feeling about what was going to happen next.
“How do you know that?” her mother asked, icy. 
Blissfully ignorant, his soulmate looked down at the flower she was holding tight to her chest. “We talked about it, he said he was going to go north to find her one day and I asked to come with and-”
Her head snapped to the side, hard, and a painful, stinging sensation spread across Dottore’s face. At once, Dottore felt a wave of emotions all at once--only one was his own and that was rage, rage at being slapped, at her being slapped--but more predominantly, he could feel her shock and he could feel her distress. He was reminded of the day all of those years ago when he had gone to meet Pantalone for the first time when he had been cut off mid-sentence by a slap on her end. 
Her mother grabbed her face hard, squeezing her cheeks together, and Dottore was livid--he wanted to rip his face out of her grip, grab her by the throat, and force her off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t control anything because he was stuck in his soulmate’s body, watching it all happen from behind her eyes. 
The worst part was that he didn’t even know if he was angry because it felt as if he had been the one slapped, or if he was angry that she had been slapped.
“How many times must I tell you?” her mother spit out. “No one can know. No one, you and I, your father and Miss Elyna, they’re the only ones to know of your thread. To everyone else, you have no soulmate. How many times must I tell you?”
Dottore was taken aback. So taken aback, that he didn’t even register his soulmate’s response—something along the lines of a stuttered ‘but he was nice, I trust him’, but it only infuriated her mother even more.
To everyone else, you have no soulmate. 
Why? 
Were they able to figure out who he was through the words? No. That wasn’t possible, this was right after the beginning of the second stage. She hadn’t received any words from him at this point. 
Then it had to be something else. His location? Was Fontaine so anti-Snezhnaya already? 
They had expected it considering their archon’s stance on Celestia but how was it even possible? The Hydro Archon should have no way of knowing the plans of the Fatui but Dottore wasn’t sure what else would turn the deity against them like that.
… unless there was a spy. But even then, they should know that if that was the case, Arlecchino had implanted one of her spiders into Fontaine’s court.
Dottore was frustrated as he was forcibly ripped from his thoughts, drawn back into the situation at hand. Her mother was still going on, and his soulmate was still quiet, but she was crying now, silent tears spilling over her cheeks.
“… and your stepfather was right. Ever since he came into our lives, ever since the twins were born, you have taken every chance to act out or put our family at risk. Getting yourself lost in that storm after you told him you didn’t want to join us in town, refusing to show up for your siblings’ birthday, constantly talking back, and now this-”
“It’s not true,” she hiccuped, trying to pull away from her mother only to fail. “I wanted to go to their birthday, he never told me where it was, and I wanted to go to the town but he left me, and-”
“Enough!” her mother shouted and his soulmate flinched. “The lying is getting out of hand, all of this is getting out of hand. Do you understand how much risk you just put our family in? Your siblings?”
“I didn’t mean-“
“I will handle this,” her mother spit out, voice dripping with venom, “but this is the last time. The next time you act out of line, you will be living with your father indefinitely.” 
She left her standing there, alone, and the happiness from before was gone, leaving her as cold and empty as Dottore felt normally. Her flower lay limp at her feet, and she made no move to pick it up. 
Dottore didn’t like it.
She didn’t move for a long time, not until another figure came into the room—another woman, with dark hair and kind gray eyes, who let out a sigh when she saw her standing there alone, tears still tracking down her face.
“She doesn’t mean it, little one,” the older woman sighed, patting his soulmate’s head gently as she kneeled to pick up her flower, placing it back in her hands. “She loves you, she’s just scared.”
Dottore wasn’t so sure about that. Resentful and angry, he wasn’t sure he had ever felt such a visceral desire to kill since his days as a Fatui recruit when he was volatile and ready to snap at any given moment. He hated how a person he didn’t even know managed to draw out all of the worst aspects of himself, the aspects that he had killed and carefully tucked away a very long time ago.
“I don’t understand,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I hate it here. She’s so mean, and she always believes him over me, and he hates me because of father, and he’s always trying to leave me out and he tells her that it’s my fault, and she believes him.”
“Love is blind,” the woman murmured softly. Dottore wished he could roll his eyes. “Your mother never thought she’d find her soulmate… now that she has-”
“It’s not fair,” his soulmate interrupted, shaking her head and turning to face the woman. “Miss Elyna, he’s a liar. He’s a liar and he hates me. I didn’t even do anything wrong. And I have no friends because of my stupid soulmate and I finally make a friend and I’m not allowed to, and I always get in trouble when I don’t even do anything. I want to live with father. I hate it here.”
Dottore thought he should be offended--stupid soulmate, he thought to himself, irritated, but he couldn’t be offended because he was intrigued, trying to piece together what exactly she meant by the fact that she had no friends because of him. He was clueless as to Fontaine’s stance on those that never received a mark… and if that was the issue and she had to pretend she didn’t have one…
“You cannot go live with your father,” the woman, Elyna, sighed. “You are bad enough at hiding your bond here in the countryside, your father is still living in the city. You will have all eyes of the court on you once you’re there, and if you slip up once…”
Confirmation that it was Fontaine, he already knew it but it was good to have it confirmed—only Snezhnaya and Fontaine had courts. 
“It’s not fair,” she was melting down, shrieking. Dottore could barely even see through her eyes because they were blurred with big tears. “It’s not fair, I don’t want to hide it. I don’t want to. Do you know how mean people are because they think I don’t have a soulmate? They call me cursed, they say Celestia rejected me.” 
“Are you like them? A monster? Cursed? Answer me!”
Dottore felt cold but more than that, he felt something heavy in his chest. He didn’t know what it was, he didn’t want to know, so as always, he pushed it away. Instead, he found humor in the situation because he thought it was all ironic—he was persecuted for not having a soulmate, and she had to pretend she didn’t have one to avoid persecution. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he spat at Celestia’s wicked sense of humor. 
“… hate me either way, so I might as well-”
“Enough,” Elyna hissed. “You can’t speak like that. It is not a matter of hate, it’s a matter of freedom and imprisonment, life and death. Your father sent a letter warning your mother that Her Excellency was becoming even more extreme in her position on Snezhnaya, you have to be careful.” 
There had to be a spy, Dottore realized. Someone leaking information from the higher levels of the Fatui to other nations—this had to have been nearly a decade ago. How had they gone so long without knowing?
He would have to bring it up to Pantalone, he would be able to work with Pulcinella and Arlecchino to weed out the rat.
“He lies to her,” his soulmate cried harder after being scolded. Elyna wrapped her arms around her and Dottore felt uncomfortable, claustrophobic. He wanted to yank away but his soulmate appeared to have no intention of doing that. “Who lies to their soulmate? If he loved her, he would love me. I didn’t do anything wrong, I was nice to him.”
“Hush now,” Elyna said gently. “You-”
“No, it’s not fair. None of this is fair. Soulmates are supposed to be good and he’s not. He ruined my life, and my soulmate is ruining my life, and none of it is fair. I have no friends, I just want friends, and now mother is going to ruin that too. And if father cared about me, he’d want me to live with him but instead, he makes me live here with them.”
“It’s safer-”
“I don’t care,” she shouted.
My soulmate is ruining my life, he echoed in his head. 
Bitterly, he thought, well that goes for both of us but at the same time, that heavy feeling returned and this time, he couldn’t bring himself to push it away. 
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You were running. He was running. Your heart was racing, beating outside your chest as you slammed into a tree, stumbling past it to continue in whatever direction you were running in. It was so hot, it felt like the air around you was suffocating you; it felt like your mouth was stuffed with cotton. You couldn’t tell what was going on--you felt panicked, frantic, as if you were fighting for your life against an invisible enemy.
Invisible. 
As soon as the word crossed your mind, an explosion rocked the earth beneath you, sending you flying ten feet forward, slipping on wet, mossy rocks, and rolling down a steep hill. You hurt, your whole body ached, branches dug into your skin, rocks scraped against your face--ordinarily, you would have given up, the pain too much for you to handle, but somehow he kept going. 
You felt him push himself to his feet, you could feel blood tracking down his arm and the side of his face, but he didn’t cry nor did he falter. Wheezing for air and eyes wide and wild, he continued.
Something large was behind him, large and metal with a glowing orange and gold orb in the center of its head--a ruin guard, you realized, horrified. You had heard there were a lot in southern Fontaine, on Sumeru’s border, but they couldn’t traverse the mountain ranges and vast rivers and lakes that littered central Fontaine, freeing the north of their destruction. 
But you had studied them. You had studied ruin machines for a long, long time once you began receiving words from your soulmate and had access to the palace’s extensive library. You received odd words like chaos cores and circuits and bolts and oculi that you learned were associated with the old, destructive technology. There wasn’t much information on them and you thought that in itself was telling. The Hydro Archon censored any material that could be interpreted as fostering dissent against her rule, or the heavens, expunging the history that she didn’t like. 
You wondered what exactly was it about the ruin guards that she wanted to prevent the masses from learning.
Zandik gasped as the ground beneath him trembled again--the ruin guard had caught up already, heavy steps tracking after him. You could hear a whirring noise behind him and you knew it was going to let out another blast of energy in his direction. Your throat felt swollen with anxiety, or you supposed that was his anxiety, but he was focused ahead. You could see a village in the distance, in a small clearing of the dense forest he was running through.
He didn’t cry for help, he didn’t scream, and you remembered the last dream of his life. You wondered if he didn’t call for help because he knew no one would answer and you felt sick. 
The explosion didn’t hit close to him this time, veering off into a tree, and Zandik spared a glance behind him to see the ruin guard falter as it skidded on wet rocks, the same ones that Zandik had slipped down. He let out a shaky breath and you could feel his relief as he made a break for the village. 
The ruin guard did not stray too far behind. 
When he got to the village, the people were oblivious. Some spared him looks, mostly of irritation and distaste, but most ignored his presence. 
Zandik made no effort to warn them of the imminent danger and a part of you hesitated, uncomfortable, a foreboding feeling bearing down on you as you realized what might be about to happen. 
He kept sprinting through the small village, past a small bakery, and right through a crowd of people who cursed him for his interruption. He was running somewhere specifically, or to someone, you realized as he set his eyes on a woman you recognized from before: his mother. 
She looked angry but more than that, she seemed distressed, grabbing Zandik’s forearms as he nearly crashed into her at full speed.
“Where have you been? Your father and I-”
“We have to go inside,” Zandik said, voice little over a wheeze. “We have to-”
He didn’t have a chance to give any further explanation because at once, there was a massive explosion, one that shook the ground beneath the entire town as the ruin guard finally set its target on the villagers. 
Zandik turned his head, eyes wide, and you wished he would look away because you felt sick to your stomach at the gory scene before you. The blood, the fire, the screaming--every single one of your senses felt overwhelmed as catastrophe met the peaceful town, ravaging the unexpecting villagers.
But as much as you felt sick, you realized, slowly, that Zandik did not feel that same horror that you did. You wondered if he was in shock… you wondered if it were something else. He stared in the direction of the destruction, lips parted, unable to draw his gaze from the ruin guard as it prepared itself for another attack, energy swirling around the orange and gold orb. People were running, calling desperately for family members and friends, trying to hide behind houses and wells to escape the onslaught. There was blood. There was so much blood and so much death, and it was readying to attack again.
But he felt no guilt. No fear. No shame.
There was only satisfaction… awe. It was subtle, bubbling beneath the surface, but it churned your stomach. You told yourself that you didn’t know the whole story, that you didn’t know the extent to which the villagers had put him through hell--you hadn’t even scratched the surface with that previous event in his life you had dreamed of but-
“Zandik, Zandik,” it was his mother screaming, tearing him from his trance as he watched the ruin guard and forcing you from your thoughts. She was shaking him violently, fear stretched across her face. “What happened? What did you do? What did you do, Zandik?” 
“It followed me,” his voice sounded hollow, void of any sort of emotion. “I went exploring.”
“You brought it back here?” his mother was on the verge of tears and Zandik remained unmoved, standing there limp as she continued to rattle him around. “You stupid boy, they’ll kill you. They’ll kill you.” 
“Not if it kills them first,” you wondered if he intended to say that because you felt a jolt of surprise that was not your own. 
His mother stared at him, horrified, but she jolted as a figure grabbed her arm.
His father.
There was an unreadable expression on his face. “Inside,” he said, voice brusque and cold. He grabbed Zandik by the arm, dragging him inside after his mother and slamming the door behind them. 
He felt empty. You didn’t like it. It made you uncomfortable, it made you sad. You didn’t think anyone should feel like this, much less your soulmate. Even as his father let go of his arm, Zandik just stood there, gaze trained out the window much like how he was years earlier, watching the kids lay out in the grass--except this time, he was watching as they ran for their lives, screaming for their mother and father, hurt and bleeding. 
You didn’t know how long he stood there watching the horrors outside. Eventually, they managed to destroy the ruin guard, and as the sun set in the distance, they began to collect the dead and the wounded. Every now and then, you could hear his parents shouting at each other: “They’ll have him burned! We have to do something!” and “They already thought of him as one of the heretics from the cursed land. There’s nothing left we can do for him without us meeting the same fate.”
Zandik didn’t react to any of it--there was a vacuum where his emotions should have been, a cavity where his heart should have been. He felt cold and numb and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was in shock over what had happened and what he had caused, or if it was because he truly did not care. 
It seemed like an eternity when the shouting finally began again, you could see the torches lit outside, the crowd of survivors in front of his home. They were angry, bloodthirsty, out for vengeance, and still, Zandik remained apathetic, standing in the same spot. 
“Bring the boy out, Zakai,” the man at the head of the crowd called loudly. “You can’t protect him anymore.”
Neither his father nor mother responded but the words broke his stupor. Finally, he turned to face his parents and you could feel a bit of anxiety start to pool in his stomach as if he were finally realizing what was about to happen.
You were starting to realize it too and you wanted to throw up. 
“The Celestial gods have turned their backs on us for harboring a heretic. We have faced famine, drought, plague, and now this, all within the ten years that abomination has resided here. Our wives, elderly, children were slaughtered because he brought that monster from the cursed lands to our homes. If we don’t do something about it, it will happen again and again and again until we’ve atoned.”
“Zakai,” his mother whispered, shaking her head.
No way, you thought to yourself, horrified, as his father refused to meet her gaze, looking away from both Zandik and his wife. You could feel Zandik’s stomach drop and you could feel the fear begin to settle in his stomach.
“Zakai, you can’t,” his mother said desperately. “It was an accident, they’ll-”
“Enough,” his father responded quietly, and finally he looked at Zandik, only for a moment before he made his way to the door. “There’s nothing else we can do for him. It’s time to let go.”
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When you woke up, you knew you had dreamed of your soulmate. You could remember the pain, the shock, the loneliness, and that terrifying sort of satisfaction he felt after he had accidentally led the ruin guard back to his village but you couldn’t remember anything that mattered and it made you want to cry. 
Cursed, they called him, you could remember that but not his name, not the place he had been living, not the faces of the people that had been in the dream, not even his face--you couldn’t remember any of it. It felt like a distant blur, something you could picture but all of the distinct features were smeared into something you couldn’t recognize and you were frustrated. 
Two and a half years. You had two and a half years and then you’d finally be able to get some answers out of him. 
You stared at your forearm, waiting to see if his word would change, wondering if he had dreamt about you too. 
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Dottore was livid. He bit back a string of vile curses as he paced around his bedroom. He had dreamt of her. He knew it. He could remember it—he could remember her fear, he could remember her anger, he could remember her desperation. He could still picture the vague memory of her smile, and the way she felt as everything came crashing down around her, but he couldn’t remember anything of importance.
He knew he had figured out where she was. He knew it. But every time he tried to think back on it and remember, he was met with a frustratingly blank slate, an answer that was on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t figure out.
The gods were fucking with him—again—and he was sick and tired of it. He could picture them laughing at him, mocking his situation, jeering at his failure. 
He tried to take steady breaths. He tried to calm himself down. None of it worked. He felt like he was in his late twenties again, unable to control his wild emotions and bouts of anger after being cast out from the Akademiya. 
He braced his hands on the edge of his desk, leaning over it as he shut his eyes and tried to settle down, counting slowly—an old tactic he had used back when he had first been brought into the Fatui. It worked, albeit slowly, but it cleared his head enough so that he could think.
What could he remember? 
A winter storm. A warm summer. A large estate. He could remember what had happened in the dream—memory? He could remember her getting lost in the storm, an unwelcome return to a past he tried to forget, and he could remember the argument with her mother, the slap.
She had to hide her mark, he remembered, eyes widening a bit. A winter storm. A warm summer. A large estate. Having to hide her mark. The answer was on the tip of his tongue, again, but again it dissolved before he could capture it. 
He let out a heavy, shaky breath—running a hand through his hair as he returned to his pacing. 
There was something else. He had figured something out beyond just where she was located—something important—but he couldn’t remember what. 
Squeezing his eyes shut, he inhaled, turning his mind to a different subject, something else to focus on before he destroyed half of his room in a fit of rage. 
Her. She must have dreamt too, and if her dreams were anything like his, it must’ve been of his childhood. 
Dottore suddenly felt uncomfortable, gaze drifting down to his forearm. No one knew of his past—no one besides him and his segments—and he liked to keep it that way. It was a history he had left behind, a name and a face that had died centuries before that he did not want unearthed.
He only hesitated a second before he rolled up his sleeve, intent on trying to get an idea of what she might have dreamed about his past through whatever word passed to him through the bond. 
And he stared—cold, empty, the rage returning but this time it did not burn, it froze. It froze everything, all of the emotions that had been rattling his body, any desire he might have felt to try to locate her, and most importantly, whatever attachment that might have grown in the past thirteen years as he was faced with the word that had haunted him his entire life, branded on his forearm as a searing accusation from the one person that was meant to be his.
His body moved on autopilot as he shuffled through his desk to find the notebook he had kept of all of the words passed onto him. Once it was in his hand, he took two long strides to the opposite side of the room before flinging it right into the fireplace, watching the flames engulf it before leaving his room and making his way down to his labs.
Cursed. 
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daintyys · 4 months
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Situationship with James? would love to see reader wearing a jersey that isn’t james’ cause they had an argument about wanting to be together or not, so she does that to tease him and see if he gets jealous (you can make it magical or non magical)
fem!reader x james potter, 1k words, angst and swearing
a/n: JUMPING at this ask because it gives me the opportunity to write james as a footballer ehehe. tysm to @gravelyordinary for helping me w this 😭😭
"Come on, James..." You mumbled to yourself, clenching your fists nervously. The game was becoming intense, both teams completely stuck in, aggressive and ready to win. You watched as James weaved in and out between other players. Unsurprisingly, he was refusing to pass the ball. Classic show-off James Potter. It was nearing the end of the second half, and James' team had to get this last goal in order to win.
James looked determined to be the reason for the victory. He knew you were there, and even though your last interaction had been a fight, he still wanted to look cool for you. He was approaching the goal. You saw him flash a grin at the opposing team's goalie- his best friend's brother. "JUST FUCKING SHOOT IT, POTTER!" Someone screamed behind you. You laughed, and your hands flew over your mouth as you watched James raise his leg to kick the ball. "Yes, yes, YES!" You screeched as the ball flew into the net, much to the dismay of the goalie.
You cheered, your ears ringing from the sheer amount of screaming surrounding you. You couldn't wait to see the expression on James' face when he saw you. You grabbed your purse and left the stands, heading towards the private lounge where the players and their families hung out after games.
You had free admission to the lounge, and everybody knew better than to question it. You had been going out with James for almost a year now, but had still yet to put a label on your relationship. James was convinced you two should be dating by now, because of course "you could end up pregnant". Sure, that could be true, but in your opinion that was no reason to be in a committed relationship.
You pulled open the door to the lounge, and James' teammates cheered when they saw you. They loved you, but admittedly also thought you were insane for not being James' girlfriend. You smiled, but quickly asked them to please "ignore the shirt". Setting down your purse at the bar, you took your jacket off. The silence in response was unbearable.
The last name "Black" was written across the back of the shirt you were wearing. Yes, Regulus Black was James' best friend's brother, but it was still disappointing to the boys for you to wear the opposing goalie's jersey. "Don't take it personal, guys." You laughed, turning to them. You were instead met by one set of eyes you weren't exactly excited to see. James was staring at you, ears practically shooting steam, as his mates stared at his reaction.
He scoffed, sipping his drink and turning toward the lounge. He walked away, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. You turned quickly to the bartender. "Passionfruit Martini, please." You sighed.
Drink in-hand, you made your way over to James. He was sitting alone, looking almost sickly. He looked up at you, rolling his eyes. You sat next to him, putting your hand on his knee. "Was embarrassing me like that worth it?" He asked, staring at the ground. You stayed silent, regretting your decision. "I- I wanted to see if you really cared all that much..." You stuttered, taking a sip of your drink.
James grinned sarcastically, facing you. "Of course I fucking care that much. Are you mad?" It was hard to believe it, but you could see tears in his eyes. "Shit. I'm so sorry, James. I didn't think you were actually serious about that!" He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink. "Why did you think I fought so hard with you the other night then? Just for the sake of it?"
You looked down at the floor, guilt taking over your body. "I'll take off the jersey if you'd like." You mumbled. "Well I can't make you do anything, Y/N. I'm not your boyfriend, afterall." James huffed. Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Don't be like that! It's not that I don't want to date you, it's just that I'm not sure I'm ready! It would be hard for me dating a footballer, you know!" James nodded, adjusting his glasses.
"I get that. You could have just said that, sweetheart." He placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You sat up again and rested your head on him. "I like you. I really do. I just need time." You whispered. You felt James sigh. "Please just tell me. I don't want to lose you." You smiled at him, softening. "I promise."
"Can we get out of here?" James asked quietly, resting his hand on top of yours. "I actually really hate seeing you wear that, would rather you wear nothing at all than be in that shirt..." He trailed off, reaching out to feel the fabric on your body. You gasped, smacking his hand away. "We're in public!" You exclaimed. James laughed, putting his hand back on your waist. "Exactly why I'm suggesting we leave, Y/N."
Agreeing, you were soon in the back of a cab, James with his arm tightly around your shoulder. "I'm so so sorry." You repeated over and over. James laughed, assuring you it was okay. You peppered his face with kisses, much to the dismay of your driver.
Arriving at James' flat, the two of you dashed upstairs, fingers interlaced. "James!" You giggled as he pulled you onto his bed. He wasted no time in getting the jersey off of you, and he threw it to the floor. "Gotta give that back to him." He laughed. "I actually stole it from Sirius when he came to visit." You grinned, straddling James' hips.
Waking up the next morning, you smiled at the feeling of James' heartbeat under your head. You kissed his neck gently, trying to wake him up. He groaned and shifted under you, sitting up. "Good morning my handsome boyfriend." You giggled, moving his hair from in front of his eyes. James' eyes shot open, shocked. "Boyfriend?!" He gasped, a grin forming on his lips. "Yes, James. Boyfriend."
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yuheartss · 17 days
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I CAN MAKE HER LEAVE
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Summary - Saiki vs Teruhashi who wins? If im motivated enough I’ll probably do a pt 2
𖦹 wc - 1424
𖦹 warnings - mentions of death , sorta yonder behavior??
𖦹 a/n - Saiki and Teruhashi probably don’t seem like theirselves right? That’s bc I kinda based this off secret alliance ehehe I had no real idea what this one ws abt so..
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There were eyes staring at the back of your head boring into your very soul you shifted uncomfortably in your seat trying to tune into the teachers lesson you tapped on the beads that hung onto your braids your staring at me …again you thought as you stopped tapping on your beads you began to write whatever the teacher wrote on the board once you were done you looked behind your shoulder for a split second
From behind you you heard shifting “no I’m not” he responded a little defensively to which you chuckle softly to yes you are I can practically feel your eyes piercing my brain you exclaim in your mind while imagining lasers poke into your head you hear him huff then the teacher dismisses the class for lunch you turn around in your seat to face saiki “guess what I’ve got for ya” you said trying not tho think of what you got him
“You got me a coffee jelly?” His eyebrow raised as he guessed correctly “yes, as always your correct” you replied pulling out his jelly and your lunch “I was at the store this morning and thought of you so here we are” he nodded with the slightest faint of blush unnoticed by you “thanks” You both ate in a comfortable silence enjoying your respective meals occasionally you would ask him a question or two and he would respond with a simple answer or a sarcastic remark
Then from the corner of your eye you saw teruhashi staring at you two she looked like she was jealous but also hurt? her glow didn’t shine as brightly it made you wonder what was going through her head you gave here a small wave and her way too bright glow shines once again as she waves back with a smile now the two of you are stuck in this awkward wave across the room how did we get to this? you chuckled awkwardly reminiscing in your thoughts
“Put your hand down” Saiki told you with a hint of amusement almost finished with his jelly ‘s not that easy your arm is starting to hurt you groan softly and try to look anywhere but Teruhashi but no she kept staring at you and sometimes at Saiki speaking of Saiki he rolls his eyes and puts your and down himself “that wasn’t so hard was it?” You break away from Teruhashi’s stare to glare at him “easy for you to say, you don’t care if she likes you” Saiki frowns
“And you do?” He sounded a little hurt compared to his normal monotone it was only a small difference but you noticed it , that made you pause and think “well…no but.. ugh you know what I mean!” You tried to change the subject but that same frown resided on his face that was until Kaidou and Nendo came over loud as always Saiki’s frown deepened as he sighed then others, your friends, started piling up over you two theres no telling when Teruhashi was going to be in this bunch
“Hey guys i reallyy appreciate all of you being here but class is about to start and the teacher will be back soon” you told the group of friends there was a slight moments where they gave you skeptical looks but agreed “yeah your right” “yep” “talk to ya after class!” One by three they all went back to their seats and the teacher came in thank you god! You thought intertwining your fingers together and bowed your head
The teacher left once again to get more worksheets Teruhashi took the opportunity to walk over to your desk in the prettiest humanely possible her slow walk to your desk made you feel like you were in some kinda k drama she gave you a small smile “hey Y/n do you have and extra pencil?” You stare at her for a bit “yeah..yeah I do hold on” you turn around and dig into your bag and bring out a mechanical pencil with a green lollipop charm on the side
“It’s so cute! Where’d you get it?” Teruhashi beamed playing with the lollipop charm “the farmers market” you replied “it’s one of my favorites actually” the blue haired girl blinked in your direction “oh really?” She takes your hand and squeezes it “then I’ll take good care of it!” Your face heats up as you look away from her “yeah okay..” after those words leave your mouth a snapping sound came from next to you you and Teruhashi looked over at Saiki or what he was holding to be exact
He gripped onto a no.2 pencil so tight that it snapped in two he looked down at his hand and quickly hid the pencil away his gaze went up to your hand that was still in Teruhashi’s “my pencil broke” was all he said still giving the both of you and Teruhashi’s hands a hard stare “do you..want one of mine?” You asked slightly amused by his expression he nodded and you pulled your hand away from Teruhashi’s once again you reach into your bag to grab another mechanical pencil this time with a coffee jelly keychain
“I meant to give this to your earlier, had it commissioned justt for you” you smile as you hand him the pencil now it was his face that heated up but just barely “thanks..” you smiled a little brighter unnoticing Teruhashi’s frown “well! I’m gonna go now, thanks for the pencil! Byee~” she said in a sing song voice while she walked back to her desk you waved back and turned to Saiki laying your head on his desk
“Man I’m soo tired.. when’s the teacher coming back?” You asked him closing your eyes in the process “get your head off my desk” he replied with the most annoyed expression known to man “and he’s not coming back” your head went up abruptly almost smacking him in the chin “why what happened??” You asked almost concerned Saiki dismissed your worried look with a simple sentence “it’s almost the end of the day” your eyes widened “really? He nods once and you check your phone
“Then why are we still here..” your voice drifted furrowing your eyebrows in confusion your attempt fixed on the ruffles of his back as he packed his things and stood up “what are you waiting for? An invitation?” You sighed heavily packed your things as well and stood up “the treatment I get…” you shook your head and walked out with Saiki you both got too the stairs before Teruhashi came skipping over
You heard saiki audibly sigh “oh hey Teruhashi..what are you doing… ?” You greeted squeezing your bag hook nervously “you’re leaving right? I was on my way out too!” She clung onto your arm as you both walked down stairs almost completely ignoring Saikis presence behind the two of you she led you and Saiki mostly you towards the shoe boxes Teruhashi separated from you to go take off her uwabakis as you and saiki did the same
From a distance saiki gave Teruhashi the biggest side eye with furrowed brows if looks could kill she’d already be dead once he had his shoes back on he stood next to you “why is she with us? He asked a little irritated by her presence it was supposed to be the two of you together! Don’t get him wrong he knows the reason why she’s here but he needed to hear from you why she was here “well..she wanted to tag along so..o guess i couldn’t deny her? She’s Teruhashi!” You muttered
“I do really wish it was just us but you know..” you shrugged your shoulders making some of your beads roll off your shoulders and dangle from your back “I’m back~!” Teruhashi popped out of nowhere startling you she went right back to clinging onto your arm as you three walked outside the building “do you really want her here?” Saiki asked you his voice almost unsettling as he stared at the back of Teruhashi’s head
“Do you need her here?” He kept talking his voice echoing in your mind as you thought about Teruhashi’s place right now what are you gonna do to her? There was a slight pause Saiki thought an his words carefully as to not make you panic of worry knowing that once he and Teruhashi were alone he could get rid of her…using a new magic wand “I can make her leave..”
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yungbludz · 1 year
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Rejected — JB TAA
AUTHOR: i am a little shit but god i loved writing this eheh
SUMMARY: after being rejected an embarrassing amount of times he finally finds out why she’s not into him…
WARNINGS: angst, a bit smutty but not much
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Jude had the biggest crush on you since he could remember
You had been close friends for a little over four years
It didn’t take him long to realize he liked you, but it did take him a while to accept you just didn’t feel the same way
‘I like you, y/n’ ‘Oh… That’s- nice…’
It hurt like a bitch but he thought he’d get over it
Spoiler: he didn’t
Maybe it had to do with the fact that you hung out a lot with and without your friend group
He had been rejected so many times he had lost count
Most of the time it wasn’t even him hitting on you but just you rejecting him
‘Thanks, J! You’re such a great friend’ ‘Fuck, I’d let him take me home’ ‘You look so good in this sweater, it reminds me of my grandpa’ ‘She’s definitely checking you out, Jude. Go talk to her!’
Jude knew that his little silly crush wasn’t little nor silly anymore but he refused to accept his feelings had developed and turned into something bigger
You were on vacation in Santorini when everything went down the hill
After a drink or maybe five you had finally gathered enough courage to go talk to a guy you had been interested in for awhile
All your friends hyped you up, even though they didn’t know the real identity of this guy
All of you were wasted and Jude was nowhere to be found
‘hey t, do you want to dance?’ You had asked the intimidatingly tall guy as he sipped on his drink.
The scouser smiled at you and nodded, even though he was very bad at dancing
Things were quickly escalating.
Maybe it was The Weeknd blasting in the background or the alcohol in your system
Either way you were soon making your way back to the house you had rented for the week
‘I like you, Trent’ ‘Fuck… I like you too, baby’
You had been so good at keeping it low
Trying your best to be subtle
To not let the others hear your moans and whimpers
‘You take me so well, baby…’ ‘such a good girl’ ‘if the others knew what a good girl you can be for me…’ ‘just like that, take it’
‘Trent… I feel you in my tummy’ ‘you’re so good, T…’ ‘shit, want to sit on your face…’ ‘you have such a good cock…’
The white walls of your room heard the filthiest admissions ever
And although the night soon came to an end, the sunrise did not stop you from getting what you wanted
‘Going to let me fuck you here? Where anyone could see you?’
You had a small balcony, with the most jaw dropping view on the sea
It didn’t take Trent a lot of convince (none) to take you there
There was something about having his way with you outside where anyone could see you that turned him on
‘Quiet… Don’t want the others to wake up, do you baby?’ ‘No…’ ‘Good girl’
It all felt too good to be actually thinking about the risks of having sex in such an exposing place
You held onto the steel railing but your whole body had turned into jelly as Trent relentlessly fucked you and whispered the dirtiest things in your ear
Jude didn’t know how he had managed to wake up early that day, well before noon
So he decided to prepare a little surprise for you and buy a few croissants
He didn’t care if it may have seemed pathetic or desperate of him
He liked seeing you smile because of him
So the brummie boy was quick at dressing up and leaving the house
He was checking his message when he heard a weird noise. He looked up from his phone and only the second time he heard the same noise he looked up to the house
And there you were: bent over your balcony, his best friend fucking you so hard that you couldn’t help yourself but moan loud enough for anyone walking by to hear
‘Shit shit, Trent… Right there’ ‘God you’re fucking perfect’
Jude could not believe his own eyes as he stared at you two.
He swore he heard his heart break a little in that moment, watching the girl he loved getting fucked by his best friend was something he didn’t know could hurt this much
The brummie felt his first tears rolling down his cheeks and finally decided he had enough of this excruciating view
‘Jude…’ you realized your best friend was standing under your balcony when he started to walk away from it, watching as his tall frame shaken by loud sobs
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lighteez · 1 month
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Xiao x Lumine
hello everyone! i came back with a xiao x lumine oneshot now! my bestie requested this, so i hope everyone else enjoys this ehehe. p.s. the next chapter is a chapter that everyone has been waiting for 🤭 this oneshot had me blushing so hard ngl, i can't believe i wrote this lol enjoy! MATURE WARNING! 18+
It was a rainy gloomy day today as well, and luckily Lumine had arrived just before the thunderstorm had arrived. However, during her walk to the inn there were small droplets of water falling on her and Paimon, so they got a bit drenched.
As they arrived at the inn, they were greeted by the lady behind her desk as the cat purred at them both. “Hello traveler and small person, how may I help you out today?” The kind lady smiled as Paimon groaned out in frustration.
“Oh, come on, lady! We’ve been here many times, and you still don’t remember my name?! It’s Paimon! P. A. I. M. O. N!” The girl spelled out her name as Lumine chuckled a bit and ruffled Paimon’s hair.
“Calm down, Paimon.” She told her as the tiny girl huffed and puffed from anger, rolling her eyes as the lady deeply apologized to her, “May we get a room? I also wanted to ask if you know how long it’s going to rain for?” Lumine rested her elbow on the counter and leaned a bit to the side, wanting to rest after a long day of walking back to the inn.
“Hm… I’ve heard that it’s going to rain for three days straight, nonstop! It is spring, so it makes sense!” The lady smiled brightly at her as Lumine nodded.
“Then may we have a room for three days? We can’t travel out in this horrible weather, so we’re going to stay here a bit.” Lumine smiled again as the lady nodded and jotted the information down on her notebook.
The quill moved rapidly as the lady wrote down what Lumine wanted. “Separate beds or just one bed?” She looked up from the book as Paimon approached Lumine and whispered into her ear, saying that she wanted a bed to herself.
“Um… how much will it be for two beds?” Lumine asked her mora was slowly running out since Paimon wanted food almost every minute. That’s why they were heading to Liyue to go to the bank and exchange her things.
The lady did her calculations and looked up at her, “That’ll be around three hundred mora! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be included in it as well.” She claimed as Lumine looked over to Paimon, but Paimon was excited to hear that food will be included in it. Lumine sighed and pulled out her bag of mora and counted it. There was roughly around five hundred mora and by the time they reached Liyue, there would be no more mora.
Lumine sighed in defeat and grabbed the three hundred mora, “Here you go.” She placed the mora on the counter as the lady reached for the mora and placed it in her bag.
“Thank you! Here’s the key to your room!” Lumine closed her mora pouch and looked at the key, grabbing it off the counter, Paimon started floating away to go find the room as Lumine thanked the lady and waved goodbye, following Paimon up the stairs.
When they found the room, they entered and got greeted by two comfortable beds, a desk, a nice window seat, a couch, a bathroom, a small closet wardrobe, and a screen to change their clothes. “I call dibs on the shower first!” Paimon floated to the bathroom as Lumine sighed and nodded.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go at the terrace and just see the rain, it’s very calming to hear the rain.” She stated, dropping her wet bag on the floor and started talking out small change of clothes and set them all out on their beds. “I’ll set your clothes in your bed and I’ll set my clothes in my bed. When I’m back I’ll put them in the wardrobe. I’ll also check in about that dinner for us, okay?” She glanced over to Paimon as the girl nodded and shut the bathroom door behind her.
Lumine took in a deep breath as the candlelight’s happily danced around, illuminating the room with its dim saturated light. It was really peaceful, but soon enough there would probably be thunders rumbling in the sky. As she set out everything, she grabbed her towel and dried her hair a bit, walking out the door as she headed towards the terrace.
As she arrived, there was already a familiar face also watching the rain fall heavily on the balcony. “Xiao, long time no see!” Lumine walked up to Xiao as the yaksha turned around and his eyes glistened at her.
“Lumine… What brings you back to the inn?” His soft voice asked her as a warm feeling started growing within Lumine. He was so gentle with her and so- caring. She really liked being around Xiao, she felt the need to protect him and felt protected around him as well.
“We got caught up with the rain going back to Liyue, so we got a room here for a few days until this rain stopped.” She stood next to him, looking up at him slightly as Xiao nodded his head, humming softly in understanding.
“Makes sense, I hope you don’t catch a cold, why don’t you shower?” He asked, he was clearly worried about her and Lumine smiled brightly at him, causing Xiao’s jaw to drop a bit at her radiant smile.
“Paimon is showering. I’ll shower after her though.” She responded as Xiao nodded, looking back out into the terrace as his mind was occupied with thoughts of her smile.
After a few more second of quietness, he spoke up again, “Do you… want to shower in my room? I mean, I don’t want you catching a cold, and plus you’ve told me before that Paimon takes long showers. it’s okay if you don’t.” He looked at her through the side of his eye and saw her also looking out into the rainy day.
He started admiring her hair, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her fit figure and soon enough he turned away and blushed hard.
“Hm… Sure, I don’t really mind, if that’s okay with you!” Her attention went back to Xiao as she saw him blushing a bit, but his hair covered his cheeks so she couldn’t quite see it.
Xiao only nodded and turned around to start walking, “Follow me, I’ll show you to my room. You can change into my sleepwear if you’d like as well.” He stated, leading Lumine towards his room as the woman followed him, nodding her head.
“That’ll be lovely, I’ll wash it for you and give it to you tomorrow, thanks, Xiao.” Her voice sounded so angelic as Xiao liked to describe. His body shivered, gulping nervously as he realized that she’ll be wearing his clothes, showering in his room. Dear Archons, it was truly a blessing to him.
As they arrived at his room, he showed Lumine to the bathroom and grabbed a change of clothes for her. “Here you go, I hope these shorts fit you well, they might be a bit too big on you.” He rubbed the back of his head as Lumine nodded in response, looking up at him with those gorgeous big round eyes.
“Thanks, Xiao!” She beamed happily as Xiao nodded and walked to sit at the couch, as Lumine closed the bathroom door and Xiao was alone now in the room. He was separated from Lumine only through a door, if they had a special relationship, he could’ve showered with her, running his hands through her scalp as he washes her hair. His fingers caressing her waist, her hips, and her thick thighs, washing her body as Lumine shivered with his-
“What am I doing?” Xiao threw his head back and hit himself on the wall, cursing at himself for thinking such things about Lumine. He seemed like a pervert, and he didn’t want to disrespect her at all. Lumine is such a great person, and she deserves everything in the world, and plus, she didn’t need any distractions from finding her brother.
Overall, Xiao also has duties of his own that he can’t ignore. It’ll be a bad experience for the both of them if they don’t have time for each other, but that still didn’t stop Xiao from imagining himself hugging her, protecting her, kissing her, running his hands through her body, wanting nothing more than to make her quiver underneath him while-
“Xiao. Stop yourself!” He claimed to himself again, hitting his head softly against the wall once more as he tried his best to get his mind out of the gutter, but how could he if the woman of his dreams was in the same room as him, taking a shower and will soon be wearing his clothes.
His frustration came to an end after a few minutes. Lumine came out with a towel wrapped around her hair, walking out with his large shirt. That’s when he noticed that his shorts were in her arm. Does she not have any shorts on? Not ever her panti-
“The shorts were too big; do you have something different?” She asked, folding the shorts and leaving them on his bed as she sat down next to the folded shorts.
Xiao couldn’t take his eyes away from her thick growing thighs as she sat down on his bed. His eyes raked her body, seeing her gorgeous curves as Lumine took out the towel from her hair and let her blonde wet hair fall down to her shoulders. He took in a sharp gasp and turned around to look into his closet again, trying to find something else for her to wear. “Uh… I don’t think so…”
His shaky voice made Lumine look up at Xiao, his back was facing her as her eyes glanced at his back muscles, flexing with each movement as her saliva got stuck in her throat. She sucked in a deep breath and widened her eyes, realizing that she was staring at him. Looking away, her cheeks flushed as her fingers ran through her messy wet hair, trying her best to detangle it slowly. Her thoughts kept racing and her eyes stole a few more glances at his back.
Xiao sighed and closed the door of the wardrobe, turning around with one of his sweatpants as he caught Lumine blushing and staring at him. “I found some sweatpants, h-here… I hope these fit you.” He walked to her and handed the sweatpants to her as Lumine coughed and nodded.
“Thanks, I’ll put them on soon.” Her voice became a whisper as Xiao nodded, not knowing what to do except for standing there looking at her with a small smile, but his thoughts were intoxicated with Lumine. His hands itched to touch her and just simply kiss her perfect neck.
What they didn’t know was that both of them started staring into each other’s eyes as the air around them shifted to a more heated and tension filled atmosphere. Xiao gulped as he couldn’t take his eyes away from hers, Lumine wanted to grab his hands and lead him to sit down on the bed so she could straddle him. But both of them did absolutely nothing to make their desires come to life.
Xiao was the first to move around the room. “I’ll uh- give you some space to change.” He walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh or relief. He cursed himself for having such thoughts about the traveler, and it wouldn’t have gone well if he stood there staring at her. She’s perfect in his eyes, and he wasn’t. He knew he couldn’t have her, but just the mere thought of even holding for the slightest moment will have him weak.
“Xiao… The sweatpants didn’t fit me either.” Her velvet voice was heard through the door as Xiao sucked in a deep breath. Turning around, he opened the door and saw her so close to the door, his shirt looks so good on her.
Lumine on the other hand couldn’t stop herself from lying. The pants he gave her fit her nice if she just adjusted the strings, but- she really didn’t want to wear them. Her mind was set on making him blush for just a bit longer. “Oh, um- I apologize that I don’t have any good clothes for you. I could- Uh- I could run to your room and grab some of your-”
“It’s okay, Xiao. Don’t worry, I’ll just wait for my clothes to dry up a bit before going to my room, if that’s okay with you.” Lumine smiled sweetly at him, her aura is so calming and very alluring to Xiao. The way she called his name made his heart race as they stood by the bathroom door, just staring into each other's eyes. Glancing at each other felt like a tango between them, they both just wanted to be stuck together with one another, but dear Archons… They knew they shouldn’t.
Xiao snapped out of it and nodded, “Y-Yeah, it’s fine by me.” He walked past her and went to go sit by the window, staring outside to see if the rain could calm him down, but even the rain reminded him of how she looked like in her drenched clothes.
Lumine couldn’t take the tension in this room, so she sat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling while keeping her mind occupied as long as she could. It may have been cold and gloomy outside, but this room felt like hell. It was hot, stuffy and just- pure desire leaking out of them both.
As Xiao tried to come up with something to tell her, he looked over to her laying down on his bed. Her arms were resting near her head as one of her leg was propped up on his bed as the other dangled on the edge of the bed. Her skin looked so smooth and pretty under the flickering candlelight.
Without noticing, he started moving towards her so slowly and quietly. Lumine hadn’t noticed his movements as her mind was filled with scandalous thoughts, she had a thing for Xiao and he just- he’s a great man. She imagined his hands roaming all over her body, their gazes locking into one another while he worshiped her body. Kissing and leaving secret marks where no one could see them. Her breath was running short as her imagination fogged her mind until she felt a hand on her knee.
Xiao looked down at her as she gasped at the sudden touch. “X-Xiao… Uh- Is there something you want?” Her voice was shaky and low, his mind couldn’t help but imagine her noises underneath him as he completely makes love to her.
“It’s… not a want.” He breathed out, his gaze going to her lips, running slowly to her neck then resting on her chest. An internal groan left his throat as he took his hand away from her knee and ran it through his hair. “It’s a need… I need you, Lumine. Please… I can’t hold back anymore. You’ve been on my mind ever since we met the first day.” His voice was soft and full of need.
Lumine was taken aback with his sudden confession, but she felt the same. “Xiao… I need you as well. I can’t help myself, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be a burden to-”
“You’re not a burden, traveler… Just please- let me have you even if it’s just for a night.” He resisted the urge to just crawl into her embrace and fill her with love. Xiao wanted to be selfish for once and have her all to himself for rest of the long awaiting night.
Without a second thought, Lumine nodded, “Please do so. I need you too.” Her sweet whispers made his body tremble as he placed his hand again on her knee, pushing his knee between her legs, looking at her eyes attentively to make sure she didn’t change her mind. Nothing seemed to change as he ran his hand behind her thigh, squeezing it softly as her chest heaved up and down due to her heavy breathing.
Slowly, but surely, he ran his hand over to her inner thigh, stroking it soft while he leaned down closer. His mind was racing so much as he got closer to her, but the second her hands went around his neck, his mind went blank. “Xiao…” The second his name left her lips; he leaned forward and captured her mouth into a deep sensual kiss. It was soft and slow, yet it sent electric shocks running through their bodies. His hand went under her thighs again, raising her leg to wrap around his waist as he kept running his hand frantically over her thigh.
Her small whimpers of desire sent him spiraling into a void of no return. How could he go back to being himself after having a taste of her kisses only. The heat in the room seemed to rise more, as Lumines hand tangled into his hair, tugging on his hair gently as she held him closer to her own body. Kissing him sweetly as their breaths mingled with one another, it felt so euphoric to finally have each other in this embrace.
While his left hand was busy grabbing her thigh, the other hand rested on the mattress next to her head. He brought his forearm to rest against the bed now as he got even closer to her. His knee that was in between her legs grew closer until it touched her intimate part, he slowly rubbed his knee there as she responded back by grinding against it. A low groan left his mouth as his hand ran from her thigh to her hips, helping her grind against his knee. “Archons… You feel so good.” He groaned into the kiss, slowly taking her bottom lip in between his teeth and tugged at it gently before pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Lumine whined at his words. Her tongue met his as they kissed deeper, gasping for air, but all she could inhale was his scent. It was driving her wild, she wanted more as her other hand ran to his back, softly scratching his skin as he flexed his back muscles from the sudden lovely pain she caused. “You’re making me lose my mind here, traveler.” His voice echoed through her mind as she moaned, nodding in agreement. He made her lose her mind as well.
She couldn’t help herself by squeezing his hair in her hand while the other hand traced his back muscles. Her fingernails dragging across his thin, tight shirt that drove her wild whenever she catches a glance of his tattoos, especially the one in his back. Her constant grinding against his knee sent his cock to harden and twitch at such a lovely act she made. Immediately, Lumine gripped his shirt, practically ripping it off of him. He took that as a sign to stop kissing her and sit up right to grab the end of his shirt and throwing it over his head to reveal his toned muscles. She almost moaned at such a sight, his face was red and his eyes were filled with desire and lust as his cock was strained against his pants.
He wasted no time to go back down and push his face into her neck, kissing and licking her skin as Lumine allowed him more access by titling her head to the other side. Her hands went to the shirt she was wearing and took it off quickly, throwing it away as his hand found their way to her chest, taking one of her breast into his palm and began squeezing it softly as she moaned. “More… Please, Xiao.”
The pleading felt like a prayer and he listened to her, kissing down her neck and collarbones, leaving a messy trail of his saliva down her skin until he wrapped his lips around her nipple. He tugged at it gently with his teeth, making sure he doesn’t hurt her, until he starts sucking on her breast. A low growl left his lips as it was muffled by her breast in his mouth, he sucked and licked her nipple while Lumine groaned and squirmed underneath him. She enjoyed this so much as Xiao’s other hand that was on her hip began tugging on her panties, slowly dragging his fingers down her skin as he slowly took off her panties.
She let him take them off before her hand moved to his pants, tugging at them and moaning out, “Take them off, I need you so much… Please~” Her whiny, desperate voice sent a jolt down his spin as he removed his lips from her breast and nodded. Rapidly taking off his pants and realized that her panties were stuck on her thighs, when he took off his own clothes, he grabbed her panties and took them off, throwing them desperately on the floor before he lifted her legs up to rest against his shoulders. His hand moved to touch her wet pussy, rubbing his thumb against her clit as her back arched off the bed.
She’s so sensitive, and just by his thumb, she felt like she going to cum any second. His cock was free and hard as he groaned seeing her enjoy this so much. He leaned back down, taking her into a missionary position as he kissed her lips again. She wrapped her arms once more around his shoulders and kissed him with fever. Even thought it hadn’t gotten that far, they were both sweating so much by such intense feelings they both had for each other. It felt so good, so right. Xiao was melting into her body, wishing there were multiple versions of him to please her and touch her to his hearts content, but fuck- he would get so jealous if other versions of him if they ever touched what he loves.
He brought her hips closer to him until his cock was rubbing against her wet cunt, he groaned into her mouth and the hand that was rubbing her clit left her and grabbed his own cock, stroking it with her wetness. “Please… May I prepare you to take me in?” He asked against the sweet kiss they shared as she nodded in response. Xiao smiled into the kiss and thanked her multiple times, whispering sweet nothings into the kiss as Lumine couldn’t wait for him any longer.
Xiao gave his cock one last stroke and went back to run his finger from her clit and down to her entrance, pushing a finger inside of her slowly, making sure she felt it. Lumine whined in pleasure, her legs trembling and spreading them more to allow him more access. He decided to kiss her neck and his mind told him to leave a few marks on her skin, to show everyone that they made love to one another. It fueled his desire more for her, he wanted everything about her.
His finger went deep as it could until he found the perfect angle that made her scream in ecstasy. She moaned his name loudly as her hands gripped his shoulder hard, her nails digging into his skin as he winced in pleasure and pain. “Does that feel good, darling?” He asked against her neck, grazing his teeth until he softly bit down on her skin making her whine and wither underneath him.
“Yes! Xiao… Xiao!” She whimpered and mewled his name, her body was trembling hard as he moved his finger in and out of her. He spent a few minutes prepping her, adding another finger or two as he thrusts them in and out of her gently, curling his fingers deep into her which made her pussy clench around his fingers. Once she was ready, he took his fingers out teasingly slow. He smirked as he had given so many kisses to her neck and collarbones, wandering his lips to her breasts again, kissing them and enjoying how soft they were.
“Are you ready for me, dear?” Xiao asked as his own cock twitched at the thought of finally being inside of her. Lumine nodded eagerly, needing to finally feel him after a long time of thinking about him and him only. With a shaky exhale, Xiao grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her wet cunt before slipping it inside of her slowly. He stretched her out as he pushed it in gently, his tongue licking her nipples softly as Lumine was losing her mind at how good he felt. She knew that her body will remember ever inch of him and will always be longing for him.
When he was fully inside of her, he brought his hands to her hips, pressing his body against her while her legs folded. Lumine held him and tugged at his hair to pull his head towards her, kissing him passionately while Xiao moaned. He started moving their hips together while he kissed her with such burning desire, their bodies melting into each other. Sweat rolling down their skin and wetting the bed as he thrusts deep into her, pulling out slowly which made her scream in pleasure in their kiss before plunging deep into her again.
Her eyes may have been closed, but she was rolling her eyes back which such deep longing movements that was driving her to the edge. Xiao continued to pleasure both of them, slamming into her tight warm cunt while he held her so close. Her hands couldn’t stop roaming all over his back, dragging her nails across his back, shoulders, neck and his arms. Lumine enjoys him and doesn’t want this night to end.
His hips picked up pace more, feeling so good inside of her as he moaned and whined softly into the deep messy kiss. Their saliva were mixing and dripping slowly out of their lips as they made love to one another. She clenched around him, groaning as her stomach start building up so much pleasure, her clit was throbbing in anticipation to finally cum all over his cock. Xiao on the other hand wanted to last longer, to make sure this moment doesn’t end between them, he wants to keep her in his hold, hugging her and making sure she’s safe.
"X-Xiao! Close, please!” Lumine cried into the kiss as he groaned roughly. The thought of her cumming all over his cock sent him feral with his thrusts, not stopping at all as he went in different paces; painfully slow, fast to the point where her vision blurs, or dragging his cock out slowly before ramming it deep inside of her. Her voice was worth it as he leaned backwards and her hands gripped the sheets, arching her back as he looked at the sight underneath him. He licked his lips and his eyes roamed at the marks he left in her skin; something grew deep inside of him as he enjoyed seeing her come apart under him.
The bed started moving a bit before they heard a familiar voice outside the hallway calling her name out, “Lumine! Traveler! Where are you! I’m out of the shower!” It was Paimon. Xiao grunts disapprovingly as he slowed his movements down to make sure she doesn’t find them both making love in his room.
“Lumine… Paimon is right outside the door… Stay quiet or else she will find you in such a- state underneath me.” He grinned a bit as he went faster, her eyes widened while her hands grip the sheets harder, nodding in response. She bit her lip while trying to contain her noises of pleasure. Paimon’s voice was loud and clear as she called out Lumine's name.
The mere thought of getting caught by her traveling companion set her mind into overdrive as the knot in her belly finally released, cumming hard and gushing around his cock as she arched her back. Her noises almost spilled out if it wasn’t for her quick thinking of placing her hands on her mouth to muffle her screams. Xiao let out a low groan, biting his lip as he felt her warm cum leaking out with each thrust. He was so close to the edge as he couldn’t stop his hips from smacking against her.
“Lumine! Where are you?!” Paimon screamed again. Xiao felt the thrill of getting caught surging through his veins as he pulled out of her, cumming outside of her. He shot his cum on her belly as he threw his head back at the wave of the orgasm he was having. It was so thick and seeing his cock covered in her cum had him twitching.
He cursed under his breath and looked down to stare at a blissful Lumine. They locked eyes again and smiled to one another, knowing that they came at the thought of getting caught. He lets her legs go, and placed them down on the bed before going down and hugging her. “I loved this, Lumine. I’m glad this happened.” He whispered, unsure if Paimon was outside in the hallway still or not.
“Me too, I’m glad, Xiao.” She whispered, kissing his lips tenderly as he returned the kiss back. After a few minutes, they finally came down from their high and looked at each other, “I should go find Paimon before she gets herself into trouble. Um- when she’s asleep, is it okay if I come over to your room again and rest with you?” She asked, her eyes shining brightly as Xiao nodded.
“Of course, you’re always welcome to come over. I… I like you, a lot. I just didn’t want to distract you from your missions.” He kissed her cheek and snuggled into her embrace.
“I like you too, Xiao. I’m glad we both admitted it. You’re never a bother like you said… I hope we can keep seeing each other like this, okay?” He hugged him back as he nodded and hummed in agreement.
Moments passed by and Lumine went to go find Paimon after cleaning herself up and putting on his clothes once more, this time with his sweatpants as she went to find Paimon. Xiao thought about everything that happened between them and he felt so happy that he finally told her how he felt. He couldn’t wait to hug her until they both fell asleep. It was such a big and magical moment between them, and they both couldn’t be happier.
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thatjadedhotmess · 2 years
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nightmares
pairings/characters: pantalone x gn!reader, dottore x gn!reader, arlecchino x gn!reader
warnings⚠️: lots of pet names used (e.g darling, sweethearts, sweets, sweetie ), reader is vulnerable ig (? TvT),
synopsis: what they did when they saw you having a nightmare
wc: 0.77k
note: the beginning of sage's harbinger era???👀💀 also I haven't written hcs in so long and I'm sry my format keeps changing eheh T~T
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pantalone (潘塔罗涅)
☁︎︎ gives you back rubs. <33
☁︎︎ I think that his love language (aside from gift giving) is probably physical touch.
☁︎︎ knowing him and his background, he probably didn't receive much affectionate when he was a child
☁︎︎ and he wants to make sure that you, as his s/o (and himself), aren't deprived of it.
☁︎︎ it was just another night and he was at his desk doing some last minute works when he heard you kick the blankets off.
☁︎︎ weird because you're normally wrapped up in them so he knew something was off.
☁︎︎ so naturally he went to check up on you just to make sure everything was ok and that was when he realised you were having a nightmare.
☁︎︎ it's not the first time this has happened so he knew what to do almost immediately.
☁︎︎ he gently woke you up and you somewhat flinched before realising it was just him
☁︎︎ "would you like a back rub?"
☁︎︎ you simpered, a little smile on your face as you turned around and plopped yourself belly down on the bed. a quiet thank you passing your lips as you do so.
☁︎︎ he moved from his position, walking towards the bed and sitting down before he started to knead the knots out of your shoulder blades.
☁︎︎ as the tension in your back was slowly eased away, you quickly fell back asleep in the hands of pantalone.
☁︎︎ he quickly left a kiss on your head, smoothing your hair out before he carefully got out of bed, returning to his god awful paperwork
☁︎︎ he just wanted to spend time with you and cuddle in the bed with you:(
il dottore (多托雷)
☁︎︎ gently shakes you awake and asks if you need anything
☁︎︎ ok I know canonically he's an absolute ass but I think he would be pretty sweet to his s/o
☁︎︎ he's writing a report about some new experiment he conducted at his table while you slept on the shared bed
☁︎︎ he noticed shuffling coming from the bed and just decided to turn around and check on you
☁︎︎ the position you were currently in looked a little awkward so he got up and out of his chair to help you
☁︎︎ only upon closer inspection did he realise you were having a bad dream and you were moving around
☁︎︎ "sweetheart, sweetheart wake up." he was about to shake you when you quite literally jumped out of the bed, effectively shocking him and almost knocking your foreheads.
☁︎︎ "shit, i'm so sorry did i hurt you? Are you ok?" you asked, voice frantic as you looked all over him, worried you had somehow hurt him
☁︎︎ "yes sweetie im ok" he gently cupped your face, pressing a kiss on your nose before whispering sweet nothings, assuring you that he was ok.
☁︎︎ "would you like to stay up for a bit with me? you seem a little shaken up from the nightmare, we could see some of my works? it might help take your mind off… the bad dream."
☁︎︎ "darling aren't all of your works also bad?"
arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)
☁︎︎ carry you to the kitchen and make a hot drink for you.
☁︎︎ I swear there's no way she isn't a sweetheart. [she's more of the tsundere type tho heh]
☁︎︎ it was probably about 3am when it happened.
☁︎︎ she was cuddling you from behind and woke up because you starting shifting around and mumbling gibberish.
☁︎︎ she could somewhat sense your panic so she decided that waking you up was the best thing to do; she didn't like seeing her darling in pain. [ykyk TvT <3]
☁︎︎ "sweets? yn… yn…" she tried, repeatedly calling out for you to no avail and the nightmare didn't seem to be getting better, at all.
☁︎︎ it sort of ended up with her littering you in kisses and squeezing the life out of you before you finally woke up.
☁︎︎ "sorry arle, for waking you up." you replied groggily, sleep evident in your voice as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead.
☁︎︎ "it's fine… do you maybe uh want a hot drink maybe? to help with the bad dreams." she asked.
☁︎︎ "sure… if you don't mind of course, what time is it?"
☁︎︎ "late, wanna come with me?"
☁︎︎ "mmm ok." you said, rolling yourself out of the bed, or at least attempting to.
☁︎︎ because next thing you know, you're being picked up and wrapped around someone's waist.
☁︎︎ "let me carry you there, the floor's cold."
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xxsabitoxx · 9 months
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Rengoku x Kocho Sister! Reader idea
This is just something small I’ve been toying with so… idk if I’d ever turn it into a full blown smut fic but Ehehe
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Rengoku was a bit mortified when Kanae and Shinobu Kocho cornered him one afternoon while leaving Kimetsu Academy. “Rengoku-san~” Kanae’s voice was as light as air, but he could tell by the look on her face that he was in huge trouble. “Good afternoon… you two…” he shifted a bit, clutching the strap of the bag resting on his shoulder. “We’d love to have a chat with you, Rengoku-san.” Shinobu was smiling as well, but the vein protruding from her forehead gave him every reason to be scared.
“O-oh? What about?” He laughed nervously, eyes shifting between the two sisters. Typically there was a third with them… you. For you to not be present, he knew exactly where this conversation was heading. “Oh~ I think you know.” Kanae smiled, motioning for him to follow the two of them. He sighed, heart hammering as he begrudgingly followed the two sisters. They brought him around to the side of the school, the track field off in the distance with kids practising for the future track meets.
Once they were a fair distance away, where nobody would disturb them, Kanae turned to face him again. “So, Rengoku-san~ Shinobu and I just want to ask you a few things~” his eyes shift nervously to Shinobu, who’s smile has dropped, her face is stoic. “Of course, ask away.” He swallows nervously, the collar of his shirt feeling suffocatingly tight. “As you know, my little sister y/n just became the new school nurse…” he tries to still his breathing.
Though there is no point in getting overly nervous considering it’s quite obvious the two sisters are already aware of what’s happening “y-yes I.. we’ve met” Shinobu scoffs a little. “Let’s not dance around the subject, sister.” She glances at Kanae who seems a bit sad her little integration is getting cut short. “Fine, fine~” she clears her throat, smile dropping as she stares at Rengoku. “You’ve seemed to have taken something from her, Rengoku-san~”
He flinched, nodding. He was convinced they had been so careful, though it seems the Kocho sisters had eyes and ears everywhere. “Did you at least have the common sense to use protection?” His cheeks are turning red as he quickly nods. “W-we… I promise we were careful! Protection and everything…” he swallows, absolutely mortified that they had been caught. Or maybe you had told your sisters about it, either way it didn’t help his warm face.
“Good, good…” but something seems a little off. “You used a terrible brand, you know, they are notorious for failure… I’ll have to keep a close eye on my little sister.” Rengoku stiffens, realizing what is being implied. “F-failure?” Shinobu and Kanae both nod. “Geez, Rengoku, even my little sister Kanao knows those things suck ass…” He’s practically neon red now. “Oh…” his hand is coming up to hide his face. “I went by Uzui’s suggestion…” Shinobu nearly fell over at that.
“Kanae! She’s definitely pregnant if this fool is taking advice from that womanizer.” Shinobu ground out, arms crossing as Rengoku seemed to curl in on himself. “Now Shinobu, while he may be foolish to take advice from him…” Rengoku cut Kanae off, dropping to the ground before the two and bowing deeply. “I-I know it’s a stupid mistake but I promise you I truly care for your sister, y/n. She means the world to me and if it just so happens she’s pregnant I will support her in whatever she chooses to do.”
Both women looked surprised but after a moment Kanae smiled. “My my, Rengoku-san~ I believe your words are sincere.” She trailed off a bit, waiting for the man to lift his head. “But please understand, if you do anything at all that brings y/n any sort of sadness” Shinobu cleared her throat “she means anything, Rengoku.” Kanae smiled a bit “then you’ll have to face our wrath, as well as our baby sister Kanao’s.” Kanae concluded. For some reason, Rengoku felt like Kanao was the one he should fear the most of all. “Understood, ma’am.”
Both women smiled “good, good…” Kanae watched him stand, Shinobu had begun walking away as Kanae grabbed Rengoku’s collar. “Next time, take her back to your own place. I’ll give you credit, you two stayed pretty quiet but… not quiet enough.” She patted his shoulder after she let him go, turning to catch up with Shinobu. Rengoku stood there, red from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. It took him all of three minutes to regain his composure before making his way back to the front of the school.
“Oh! There you are!” You smiled sweetly at him, waving as you exited the academy. A sense of relief washed over him seeing your sweet face. “I missed you.” Was all he could utter as he crossed the distance and hugged you. You laughed a little “I take it my sisters got a hold of you?” Rengoku nodded, mumbling out a “yes” as he hugged you tighter. “I figured they’d find you, it’s impossible to get anything past them” you let go, holding his face in your hands.
“D-did you tell them?” You shook your head. “No, they kinda figured it out on their own… I’m surprised it took them this long to say something to you.” He sighed, hands holding your waist. “The weekend break protected me” he chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. “I suppose that’s true.” You laughed, taking his hand in yours as you began to walk off of campus. “Did they give you… the talk too?” Rengoku asked cautiously. It wasn’t sure if this whole “pregnancy” idea was their own scheming or if you had given them any reason to think you were.
“Oh yeah, they told me the brand of condoms we used suck… which I’ll be honest, I knew they did. But ya know, heat of the moment and everything I didn’t really care.” You shrug, swinging your arm as you walk beside him. Rengoku blinks, surprised that you were fully aware and still decided to go through with it. You glanced over at him, chuckling softly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Famous last words, he was certain of it now. “If you insist”
Was all he could muster, walking you in the direction of his apartment opposed to your family home. As he walked beside you, he had a funny feeling a lot was about to change over the next year.
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wolken-himmel · 2 years
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In which Epel takes (Y/n) with him to his hometown of Harveston. Of course, introductions with his family are in order!
Request by @callmepittoo.
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"Woah, so many apple trees everywhere!"
You couldn't take your eyes off of the majestic trees lined up left and right beside you. They framed the dirt path you walked on beautifully, casting soothing shadows upon you and your companion.
A proud smile adorned Epel's face as he pushed his chest out. "I'm glad ya like it so far!" he chirped enthusiastically. "We ain't struggling as bad anymore since the VDC with Vil's generous plug. Folk are lining up to buy our apple juice, also asking for an autograph from Vil, but eh—" He rolled his eyes at the mentioning of his dorm leader, even gurgled up some saliva in the back of his mouth to spit it out onto the side walk. Although he did break out into a fit of coughing afterwards.
You were about to tease him but were interrupted by an excited voice coming from the far end of the dirt path. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me again? Or is that little Epel—" The voice belonged to an old woman whose silhouette you could eventually discern from the leaves of the apple trees.
Epel seemed to tense as the two of you continued on, and his steps slowed down as well. The quizzical gaze you sent him was answered by anxiety haunting his youthful face. But, Epel could only stall for a few minutes at most, and you eventually arrived by a barn at the end of the path.
The facade was painted in a bright red, its hue having been dimmed down by the constant sunlight, you assumed. Tools of all sizes and shapes were strewn around the barn, and a heap of apples lay in one particularly large wheelbarrow. But, what caught your attention the most was the adjacent farmhouse and the two women in front of it — probably your friend's grandmother and mother.
And boy, were they excited upon spotting you.
"Everyone, little Epel is back!" his mother yelled happily and pulled him into a tight hug once he was in arm's reach.
She looked just like her son — soft curls of lavender-coloured hair and a gentle look to her face. The apron she wore made her exude a homely feeling, and for a moment, you felt as if you were visiting your own family.
Epel's pale cheeks turned a bright red as he tried to worm his way out of her embrace. Once he had freed himself, he let out a childish whine. "Ma, I told ya to stop calling me 'little'! I ain't little anymore." To prove his point, he straightened his back and slammed his fist onto his chest. "I'm a fully grown man now!" he exclaimed while glancing into your direction, especially when you began chuckling to yourself.
His mother simply let out a little snort before ruffling his lavender-coloured hair. "Whatever you say, honey-pie!" she exclaimed and gave him a slap to his back that made him stumble right into you. Her eyes widened upon noticing your presence, but the corners of her lips soon pulled up into a warm smile. "Oh— and who might that be?" She looked you up and down curiously but without any ill intent.
His grandmother let out a hearty laugh. "That must be his better half—"
At that, Epel's face turned as red as the apples behind him. "Ew, no!" he cried out while desperately avoiding your amused gaze.
Before you could interject to make your friend feel less awkward, a new person made themselves known by appearing in the door frame to the farmhouse. You glanced up and were the first one to notice the man grinning at the four of you. "Eheh, your face is as red as a good ole apple, son!" the man exclaimed and slapped his thigh with his hand.
Epel let out a whine. "Da! Don't take their side!"
"Oh, it's so easy to mess with you, son," his father muttered playfully and wrapped him into a suffocating side hug.
However, their attention soon landed on you again, and when silence followed, you took a deep breath to introduce yourself. "Hello! I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you," you said and extended a hand, expecting a handshake, as naive as you were.
Instead of a handshake, you were pulled into a bone crushing hug by his grandmother. "Oh, it's a pleasure!" she cried out and squeezed you even tighter. Your friend's parents began laughing heartily when you tapped onto her shoulder for release.
"Grandma, let poor (Y/n) breathe!" Epel exclaimed and crossed his arms in annoyance. "Besides, didn't I tell ya that we were coming? Y'all are making such drama."
His mother let out a playfully airy hum. "Oh, it must have slipped my mind, dearie."
Much to his dismay, his grandmother wouldn't stop talking and fussing all over you. "What's ya favourite colour? Do ya want me to make ya a scarf? A hat? It gets pretty cold here in the winter—" she continued to ramble on, forcing you to nod along, a little bit overwhelmed. "Oh, you'll definitely need a hat when ya come visit again during the winter seasons." His grandmother finished with a determined nod.
Epel let out a sigh at that. "Ugh, this prolly was a mistake..."
Yet, just as he was about to grab your hand and pull you away from his overbearing family, his grandmother did so first herself. Her hold on you like shackles, she dragged you off into the farmhouse enthusiastically. "Oh and ya must be thirsty! Dontcha worry, we have lots of fresh apple juice in the kitchen." Her steps were quick, and you soon disappeared with her into the quaint interior. "Besides, I have to introduce ya to little Epel's grandpa!"
"Look out, son—" his father teased, "or else Grandma will start planning the wedding."
The first-year jumped up at once with eyes as large as saucers. "Oh by the Great Seven— you're right, Da!" he cried out and darted off to where you had been dragged. He left a trail of destruction in his wake, running over tables and bumping into doors on his way there.
His parents chuckled amongst themselves. "Why must ya frighten him this much, honey?" his mother asked and quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
A quaint sigh escaped his father's lips. "This one's nice. Y'know how his grandma is with nice ones, sweetie—" He paused and wiggled his eyebrows jokingly. "Scoops 'em up like a mother hen immediately and tells 'em embarrassing stories of little Epel as a kid."
And right on cue, Epel's voice rang up from inside the house. "Grandma! Not that incident—!" he cried out loudly, followed by your uncontrollable laughter.
His mother started smiling from ear to ear. "Oh— this is gonna be so much fun!"
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