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theamberwriter · 4 years

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Nesting Fever [Alpha!Pro!Katsuki Bakugo]

[Sequel]

Pairing: Alpha!ProHero!Katsuki Bakugo x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2694

Warnings: Cursing, lil angst

A/N: Bruv, I don’t even know. But I hope you enjoy

When you lived on your own, it was different. The entire experience was different. Normally, you didn't want to make a big nest. You kept it small and cozy, just enough room for you to curl inside with some hoarded snacks and bottled water. And you'd count your lucky stars your alpha was busy on hero business. But ever since moving in with Katsuki, the urge to make the biggest, coziest, plushest nest ever had taken over.

This was going to be your first nest since moving in together. You'd been trying all week to take pillows, clothes, and bedsheets. You had a mattress on the floor of the spare room that was a perfect base. Everything was perfect - except for Katsuki. All week he'd been putting away the pillows and blankets you'd piled on the mattress. You liked to gather before you built. You'd always done it that way. But this was driving you crazy.

Did he not care that you were prepping your nest? One that you'd build so it'd be perfect for when you had pups? Did he not understand how important this was? Or just how absolutely insane he was driving you?! Honestly, what was he thinking?!

By the end of the week, you were one cranky omega. One that no alpha could even begin to hope to soothe. It was the same feeling as when your parents grounded you. When they took everything away. Or when you were fresh out of crayons to color with when that was all you wanted to do.

Katsuki was working so much he didn't notice. Not to mention he was stressed himself. And with all the pillows and blankets disappearing, it just made it worse. All he wanted to do was go home and hang in the soothing embrace of his omega while he scented them. He didn't want to do anything else, especially clean.

Come the weekend, you were basically off your rocker with the worst cabin fever. But Katsuki was having some friends over. He spent the morning tidying up. Making sure nothing had disappeared to the spare room. When he was satisfied, he set up snacks and pulled out the games and movies they'd planned out.

It was noon when there was a knock on the door. You were slouched down in an armchair. One wrong word and you swore you were putting someone through a wall. Wasn't an alpha supposed to understand nesting? Or at least notice when his omega was cranky? Yours sure didn't, and that irked you more.

"Bakugo, dude!" Kirishima cheered when Katsuki opened the door.

Behind him was a hack. You smelled Kaminari. "Oh my God, that's what you were talking about. Dude, is [Name] okay?"

"Why the hell wouldn't they be?" Katsuki snapped.

"Seriously?" Kaminari gagged. "Can't you smell that?! They're not even my Omega, and I can tell something is wrong!"

Katsuki growled. "Damn right they're not yours. So butt out! - [Name] is fine. Are you coming in or not?"

You didn't mean to, but glared as Kaminari and Kirishima came around the couch. They knew. They could smell it. Kirishima mouthed sorry as he covered his nose and mouth with his shirt sleeve. You nodded at him.

"What do you extras want to drink?" Katsuki barked. They both muttered out water and your alpha went to the kitchen.

"[Name] what is wrong with you? You're burning my nose!" Kaminari exclaimed quietly.

Kirishima nodded. "I could smell you from the street."

You glared towards the kitchen, wriggling slightly in the chair. "He keeps taking the things for my nest! I kept trying to build it, but he tore it all down. He doesn't even seem to notice my scent changed!"

"Should we call Uraraka to talk some sense into him?" Kirishima offered, his voice muffled by his sleeve.

Kaminari nodded. "Or Kyoka?"

You shook your head. "Denki, leave your Omega out of this. And Deku's poor mate as well."

Kaminari groaned. "But you smell like rubbing alcohol -"

"Well apparently Katsuki likes the smell of rubbing alcohol more than vanilla!" you snarled, nails extending to dig into the chair arms. "Maybe I should just find another alpha -"

"The hell did you just say?" barked Katsuki. The wooden tray the waters were on groaned and cracked in his hands. "You're thinking about another mate?!"

You stood, glaring him down. He was pissed. The burnt caramel scent was sickeningly sweet. It didn't mix well with your alcohol scent. You glared at him as you went and sat on Kirishima's lap, rubbing your scent on him. You could tell you were pushing it. His scent started to smell smokey, and you could hear emitting from him.

You'd never scented Katsuki in the year you'd been together. He was too embarrassed to admit he wanted you to. But he also pushed you off whenever you tried. Instead, deciding to cover you head to toe in his scent. Which always mixed nicely with your natural vanilla.

"Do you even care about me, Katsuki? 'Cause Kirishima and Kaminari noticed, but you haven't said anything! Maybe I should have Eijiro here as my new alpha," you threatened. Kirishima was trying to stop you from scenting him. Though they were weak attempts.

Your aura and scent were utterly intoxicating, especially that close. Naturally Kirishima, as an alpha, couldn't resist. He wanted to drown in your scent. But Katsuki was his friend. You were Bakugo's, not his. And he definitely didn't want to get caught in the middle of this.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Katsuki roared, dropping everything to rip you off Kirishima. "You're my omega -"

"You sure as hell haven't been acting like it!" You exposed your scent gland more, scratching at it. "Can you smell that??! Do you care that I don't smell right?!"

For the first time all week, Katsuki really bothered to take a whiff. A deep one. He gagged, clapping a hand over his nose. His eyes watered as it burned. His body immediately pumping out comfort pheromones. But you were too worked up for them to be effective.

"What the fuck? What is wrong with you?!" Then something clicked. "It's been you taking all the blankets!"

You rolled your eyes. "Well they didn't fucking grow legs!"

"Why the hell - do you know how annoying that's been?!" Katsuki groaned. "Why are you so mad about some shitty blankets?!"

The entire room went silent. The only thing heard was Katsuki's heavy breathing. Kirishima's musky scent started to swirl threateningly in the air. Katsuki fought back with his own pheromones as soon as he smelled it. It was unmistakable.

Your heart skipped a beat. It lurched painfully in your chest, your stomach swirling. He really didn't know. You felt your mouth go dry, a lump clogged up your throat. You felt devastated. "Do you...do you not want to have pups with me?"

Katsuki was taken aback by the soft accusation. "What does that have to do with -"

Finally, Kirishima groaned and stood. He looked frazzled and angry. "[Name] has been nesting, you absolute dumbass!"

"Nesting?" Katsuki repeated quietly. Completely disregarding the name he'd been called. He realized he deserved it. Then his eyes turned to you. "You've been nesting? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?"

You pulled your arm out of his grip. His pheromones finally starting to take effect. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise! Not to mention I just assumed you knew what I was doing! I was going to let you in. But definitely! Not! Now! You're unbelievable!"

You brushed by Kirishima as you turned, rubbing your mellower scent on him. You saw his pupils dilate and his body go rigid. And caught the undeniable growl of your angry mate behind you. You went to your bedroom, slammed the door, and bundled up under your comforter with the pillows on your bed stacked around you.

You could hear the guys arguing through the door. Which definitely didn't help your mood. Katsuki didn't understand. He didn't know. Your mate was supposed to know. But he hadn't even bothered to smell you.

You pulled the blanket over your head and slumped over on your side. "Maybe Kirishima would be a better mate...but I don't want to leave Katsuki...I love him…"

You listened until it was silent. The door to your room squeaked open then. You heard footsteps coming to you. You were just going to pretend you weren't there. You were mad at all of them now. Kirishima and Kaminari for no real reason. Only because they picked up on it. And the one person who mattered most hadn't bothered.

"Hey, uh." That was Katsuki's voice, a hand was gently placed on your shoulder. "Can I come in?

You flopped over, out of his touch. "Nope, sorry. This is a one-person nest. There's no room for you."

"[Name], c'mon…" he sounded tired, but annoyed.

You sat up and uncovered your face. You could feel the tears as you turned to him. "No! - You were supposed to notice! You were supposed to know! But you didn't! Mates are supposed to know when you're nesting, when you're pissed off, or just not in a good mood! But you didn't! Eijiro did, immediately! Even Denki smelled it, and he's a beta! Do you just not care about me?!"

Katsuki's distress was evident in the air as he gripped your shoulders and shook you lightly. "Of course I care you, idiot!"

"Then what the fuck -" you sobbed. You couldn't help it. You choked out garish, moaning sobs. You didn't want to, but the omega in you was begging for attention from your alpha. More than just physical attention.

Katsuki sighed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I shouldn't have to!" you stressed. "Didn't you smell me? Didn't it bother you I wasn't normal?"

"You smell like you do when you're in heat! I figured that was it. I've never seen you fucking nest! How was I supposed to know?!"

"Don't lie to me, Katsuki! You would know if I was in heat! You know before I do that it's coming! Also, I thought it was obvious that I was nesting!" You flopped back onto the mattress. "You haven't paid attention at all. Do you just not want me as your Omega anymore?"

Katsuki couldn't take any more of your sharp, bitter scent. But he didn't know how to apologize. He'd never seen you so upset. And Kirishima had even threatened to take you from him if he didn't treat you right. There was no way he was allowing you to be anyone else's, even his friend's.

Katsuki pulled himself to lie beside you. Gently, he shifted your back to his chest. His chin on the top of your head, he gently rubbed against you. You didn't shove him off, but you didn't make a sound either.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he grunted in your ear. But you stayed quiet. He rubbed on you more. You could hear the TV in the living room, it was nearly muted it was so low. They were listening. "[Name], I know I've been a shitty alpha, I get it."

You grunted in agreement and he tensed. That signal he got. He was trying everything he could to try and comfort you. But, even though your scent was losing its sharp edge, it remained damp smelling. Like the earth just before it rained. He couldn't deny the sadness in it.

Katsuki sighed. "I'd get it if you wanted to mate with shitty hair, instead of me. - He'd be better for you. He noticed you were upset right away. He knew were nesting."

"I may be mad at you," you muttered finally. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be my alpha. I'm sorry about acting like that and for scenting Kirishima. Those two only know because I told them."

"You didn't let me finish -" Katsuki pulled you down to lay on your back, and then hovered over to look into your teary eyes. It broke his heart. "He may be better - but I'm going to work to be even greater than that. Got it? I'm going to be the best fucking alpha. I'm gonna prove it to everyone. They're gonna fucking wish they were you. But I do love you, idiot. I'm not just your alpha. I'm your mate. - And I know you only did it because you were mad...I - I want you to scent me, too."

"Katsuki," you breathed. He noticed as your scent dulled. Lulling back to into a warm, sugary vanilla. He lowered himself down, laying his head on your chest. You began to rub on him, covering him over with your scent.

He breathed in the sweet tone deeply. Enjoying the feeling of you marking him, if only by smell. "And I wasn't lying about you smelling like heat, but you're right - it wasn't as pungent. You didn't smell like you wanted it. Maybe that's just what you smell like when you're nesting. You never let me come over when you would do it before."

"It technically an ongoing thing." You shrugged, pausing briefly. Katsuki let out an involuntary whine. You smiled, kissed his hair, and began to scent him again. "But I do have weeks where that's all I fuss over. I'm sorry I stole your clothes. And your pillows. And all the blankets. I just wanted everything that smelled like you."

Katsuki's heart fluttered at those words. He'd heard about omega nests. What they meant. And the fact that his scent brought you the feeling of safety? - Nothing could swell his ego more.

Katsuki leaned up and gently kissed you. Then he leaned his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to?"

You beamed. "I've wanted nothing more all week."

"Then do it. I'll scent anything you want, sweetheart." His tone verged on arrogant. As soon as he pulled away, you sprung up and began collecting things. You stumbled as you dragged a large armful of blankets down to the spare room.

Katsuki went back out to hang with the guys. Now that everything was settled, everything smelled sweet again. Except for a slight tinge of jealousy coming off Kirishima. But Katsuki knew it would either pass or he'd have to brawl over it. The two would decide when the time came. In the end, they'd still be friends.

It wasn't until much later when you finally announced your nest was done. You'd run out a few dozen times to where they sat, silently holding objects out to Katsuki. Or rubbing them on him if he wasn't going fast enough. You were so busy running around the house and trying to make it perfect, you didn't realize it was pushing midnight. Kirishima and Kaminari were still there. Though you had the feeling you were going to have to call Kyoka about Denki, he was passed out.

"You may look, but you cannot touch," you said, guiding Kirishima and Katsuki down the hall. "Tada!"

You opened the door, allowing them full view of your masterpiece. There was hardly a spot of floor to be seen. You'd moved around some furniture, draping blankets over them. The mattress in the center was the focal point. It was piled high with pillows and clothes. Stuffed animals of all kinds. Little trinkets Katsuki had given for your birthday and the holidays was was stacked on a shelf.

"This is amazing, [Name]," Kirishima said, grinning. "You're lucky, Baku-bro."

You chuckled. "Oh no, Katsuki will not be sleeping in here with me yet."

"What?!" your alpha snapped.

"I'm still mad at you," you sniffed. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Kirishima pulled a ranting Bakugo down the hall. You shut the door behind them, finally falling into your finished nest. This was definitely the biggest and coziest one you'd built. And you hoped to just keep adding to it. You curled up, burying your face into Katsuki's pillow.

Your heart swelled with happiness. Comfort and warmth immediately spreading over you. One day you'd let him in. One day, you'd share this with Katsuki. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow - but soon.

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closedafterdark · 4 years

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Bonds

WJSN Son Jooyeon x Male Reader

10580 words

categories: smut, oral, detective! eunseo

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Three days have passed since your closest friend and original partner Detective Lee Luda went on the run and was declared a fugitive. Emotions ran high in the precinct once everyone was briefed on what occurred that night. Jiyeon was currently in the hospital recovering after receiving a non life threatening bullet to the leg by Luda. You spent the past three days staying by her side, feeding her a poor excuse of hospital food and updating her on what occurred during her absence.

You returned to the precinct this morning with a heavy heart. You were in total communication blackout during those 72 hours. Unsure of what people were going to say or how they would react. The moment you exited the elevator and entered the bullpen, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Oppa…”

Son Jooyeon was the first to greet you, pulling you in for one of her death squeeze hugs. After you had to softly pull her away from you, the others offered kind words: happy that you’ve returned to work while also giving you hugs. Lieutenant Hyunjung burst into tears when it was her turn to greet you. Like everyone said, the squad is a family. And right now, that family’s trust is being put to the test now that one of their own went rogue.

Captain Sojung exits her office and is staring at you with a stone faced expression. Most of the time you never were able to tell how she was feeling since her face was always emotionless, like a robot. This time however, you knew.

“My office. Now”

The temperature in the room dropped drastically after what she said. Detectives Jinsook and Dayoung rubbed their arms and huddled together. All eyes returned onto you once again. You smiled at them, tapping Jooyeon’s shoulder softly before entering the captain’s office.

“Have a seat”

You were extremely nervous. On any other day, you would’ve been fine with entering the office. But this time, you knew there were consequences for your actions.

“Where do I begin? You blatantly ignore a direct order from me causing me to send uniformed officers to where you were at. The best part? You let the fugitive get away!” Captain Sojung finishes her statement while laughing. Part of you wishes you were still in the hospital with Jiyeon.

“Why the hell did you let her get away!”

Captain Sojung slams her palm onto the table, causing you to jump slightly. Even though the door was closed, everyone outside could hear what was going on. You’ve never seen the Captain so furious.

“I told you to stay at the precinct as backup. So what do you do? You go to where Luda was!”

After taking a deep breath, you respond.

“Captain, I take full responsibility. But it wasn’t just me who went. The whole squad did, even the Lieutenant. The squad is my family. I’ll do anything for them. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same”

Captain Sojung listens to you attentively, her facial expression betraying her emotions.

“You’re right” she sighed. “We are a family. I would take a bullet for any of you. But at the same time, you disobeyed me. Even though it was the right decision, our superiors are not happy”

“Weren’t you the one who always told me to trust my own instincts?” You said.

“How are you and Jiyeon?”

You froze up. You didn’t expect the captain to ask you that question.

“How long have you known?”

“Long enough. It was only a matter of time before you two got together. I’m happy for you both”

“Thanks” you replied.

“So how is she?”

“Good. The gunshot wasn’t too deep, doctor wanted to keep her at the hospital for three more days just to be safe”

“Oppa”

“Hmm?” You were surprised to hear you call her anything other than detective while in the workplace.

“Jiyeon’s a strong girl. Whatever it is, you guys will get through it”

She smiles at you. You return in kind.

“Now unfortunately, I can’t look past your actions. The Deputy Chief is ordering me to give you a punishment. You’re suspended one week. I’ll need your badge and gun”

You hand her both without a fight. Neither you nor Sojung wanted to be in this position. But it had to be done.

“I’m sorry, oppa” she says to you as you bow and exit the room.

While you’re exiting the room, Luda’s last words rang through your mind.

“I’ll see you guys in a week” you say to everyone as they see you closing the door of the captain’s office. You bow to everyone before heading to the elevator.

Jooyeon wanted to say something to you, but figured you had a lot on your mind. She sighs as the elevator doors close, removing you from view as it begins to lower.

“Detective, come see this”

Jooyeon turns around to see Detective Jinsook waving her hand to get her to come to her desk. Once she arrives, Jinsook plays a video.

“This is the footage we received from Gangnam Precinct. Around the same time we were dealing with Luda unnie”

The video plays, showing an explosive being detonated in a cell. The explosion automatically triggered the prison’s automatic opening feature. Four women are seen escaping the cell adjacent, with two of them attacking the approaching security guards. Their movements were swift, easily overpowering the men. The other two: a brunette and a woman with red hair, go around and disable all nearby security footage. Before they could do so however, the two who took down the guards briefly have their faces shown on camera.

“Pause it” Jooyeon said.

Jinsook obeys, pausing the video. The two women’s faces were clearly seen, there was a lack of empathy in their eyes.

“Who are they?”

“Facial recognition gave us two matches. The smaller woman is Kim Jisoo. 25 years old. The taller person next to her with platinum blonde hair is Park Chaeyoung. A foreign born Korean. 23 years old. She goes by the nickname “Rosé” Jinsook replies as she hands Jooyeon the case file.

“What about the other two?”

“CCTV wasn’t able to identify them. One of the officers in Gangnam has a contact inside. From what they were told, the four of them basically ran the prison. They referred to themselves as “BlackPink”. Jisoo and Chaeyoung were the pink side: seemingly innocent yet able to kill without ever changing a shade. We can assume the other two were on the black side of things: ruthless, zero disregard for whoever gets in their way. The four of them would seduce various guards in order to get items from the outside or special food in the prison”

“Any sign of them since the escape?”

“Nothing at all” Jinsook said, shaking her head. “They’ve basically gone off the grid”

“Keep going through the footage. There has to be something we can use to find their whereabouts” Jooyeon said.

As Jooyeon’s heels made noise with every step she took, a chair whirls by the moment she finally sits down on her chair.

“Can I help you, Detective Dayoung?”

“Unnie, I’m hurt. Why are you speaking so formally?” Dayoung asks her, pouting.

“What’s up?” Jooyeon says with a laugh as even she couldn’t resist Dayoung’s cute charm and pinched her cheek softly.

“There’s no trace of Luda unnie yet” Dayoung said as she rubs her cheek. “Not to mention we don’t know how and why she cryogenically froze the entire marketing department of IZ*ONE Company. Most of them were discharged except for the 3 who came into the precinct that morning. Jiyeon unnie’s bullets may have had a negative effect during the defrosting”

“Any news on the patients?” Jooyeon asked as she fixed her glasses, a serious expression on her face.

“None. It’s out of our hands now, Interpol is handling it”

“What do I do now?” You asked yourself the moment you exit the precinct. You feel the light wind blow past you and stare up at the sky, for probably longer than you should’ve since your corneas began to burn from the sun. After closing your eyes, you see red circles. You look at your phone and decide it would be best to visit Jiyeon at the hospital.

You stopped by a flower shop on the way to the hospital. It was a small, intimate boutique. As you knew absolutely nothing about flowers other than they die from neglect, you definitely didn’t know what you were doing.

“Do you need help, sir?”

A beautiful woman approaches you. Her voice was cute with just the slightest hint of an accent. Her jet black hair flowed gracefully, not a single one out of place. The smokey eye makeup and pink tint colored lipstick accentuated her exotic features. She wore a simple beige sweater with a jacket serving as outerwear. Even the apron she was wearing looked beautiful on her, as crazy as it sounds. Her eyes were hypnotic, you couldn’t help but keep staring as you felt them gaze into your soul.

“Sir, do you need any help?”

“Hmm? O-oh, right. Yes, I’m going to visit someone special and was wondering what flower would be good to bring” you replied as you beat yourself up mentally at getting caught staring.

“Does she have a favorite color?” the florist asked you.

“She likes pink, red, black and white”

“So she likes black and pink…” the florist said to herself silently.

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. It helps pass the time” she said to you. “Why don’t you try these. White roses”

“They look lovely” you said, taking a single one from her and smelling it. “What do they represent?”

“They represent a lot of things, actually” she replies with a delicate laugh. “White roses are known to often represent purity, innocence and youthfulness. They sometimes are referred to as bridal roses because of their association with young love and eternal loyalty”

“Wow” you said when she finished talking. You didn’t notice how close you and her now were, your hand on top of hers. You both realize how close the proximity is and separate, turning away from each other. You place the back of your hand on your face, feeling your internal temperature increase. Both of you take a few seconds to regain composure before facing each other.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll take a dozen” you say, your voice slightly cracking.

“Yes, sir” the florist says, smiling brightly at you as her eyes form half moons.

She took her time when wrapping the bouquet, each rose placed tenderly on the wrapping paper before being wrapped once more by a colorless plastic. She ties a black ribbon on the bouquet before handing it to you.

“And here you are sir” she said, extending both arms to give you the roses. You found it insane how smitten you became from a person you barely just met. “Your wife will be very lucky to receive these”

“They’re actually for my girlfriend” you chuckled, taking the bouquet from her. “She’s not my wife, yet”

“I see. Well, she’s very lucky to have such a kind and thoughtful boyfriend then” the florist said to you.

You were about to exit the boutique before she said something.

“Sir, wait!”

You turned around and looked at her.

“There’s one more thing the roses represent”

“What is it?”

“White roses can also symbolize a new beginning and everlasting love. Thank you for coming, and goodluck”

Upon exiting the flower shop, you reach into your pocket and pull out a black box made out of a soft cloth like material. You open it and look at the contents inside with a smile.

“Here we go”

You enter through the hospital with heavy steps. As you navigate through the large seemingly never ending hallways, you’re greeted by the many nurses you have gotten to know over the past few days. You finally reach your destination. Slapping yourself on the face a few times, you try to get your blood boiling and pump yourself up. Pressing the button to open the door, you enter the room.

Jiyeon’s bed was raised so that she was sitting upwards. You saw her laughing, pointing her spoon at the television while holding a jello cup in her hand. She sees you approaching and gulps down the jello in her mouth, frantically finding the remote control to mute the television.

“Hi baby” she said to you as you leaned down and gave her a kiss.

“Got you a little something. Your favorite bibimbap extra spicy… and these” you said, handing her the bouquet.

“Oh babe, you shouldn’t have” she said, instantly smelling the roses. “I’m happy you did though. And they’re in one of my favorite colors”

“Yeah, I gotta thank the florist for helping me out with these. She really picked out the right ones”

“How’s everyone at the precinct?” she asked you as she put the flowers down on her table.

“Everyone’s worried about you and glad I returned. Tensions are still high because of Luda but for the most part, still in good spirits” you said, removing your jacket and pulling a chair towards her bedside.

“Captain told me what happened this morning” Jiyeon said as she took your hand into hers.

“Ah, I wanted to tell you first. It’s okay though, the squad will be fine without me. I was the one who insisted in helping out Luda”

“Any word on her whereabouts?”

“None. Hey babe, did you happen to hear what she said before she escaped?”

“Who, Luda? I probably already passed out, why?”

“Well, besides saying she had to find Xuanyi, she also said to not trust anyone in the squad” you said.

“Do you believe her?”

“I-I don’t know. The squad is our family. But for Luda to do something like this, she must have her reasons. There’s no way she could’ve done this without any help”

“So you think there’s a mole in the squad?” Jiyeon asked you as she put on her glasses. From her tone, you knew you had to choose your words carefully.

“I’m just saying we have to assess all our options. How in the world was she able to steal guns and other evidence from lockup? She can’t be doing this just because she thinks you were the reason Xuanyi and the others were transferred”

“Baby, are you sure? Think about what you’re saying. We can’t just go up to everyone and ask if they’re a mole. There has to be another reason” Jiyeon replied as she began rubbing her chin.

“It was just a suggestion. Although you do seem a bit worked up. Baby, is there something you aren’t telling me?” you asked.

Jiyeon looked up at you, her eyes widening at what she just heard. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, when we all split up you wanted us to cover a different area by ourselves while the others had a partner. Not to mention I found you and Luda alone in the cryogenic vault”

“Are you insinuating that I might secretly be working for Luda and know something about the kidnapping?”

“No, I-”

“Even before you and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, we are partners. I can’t believe you would accuse me of being a criminal” Jiyeon’s voice gradually became louder. Tears started to well in her eyes as she looked at you.

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“I think you should leave”

“What?”

“This is all too much for me to handle. I’m tired” she said to you as she lowered the bed and turned on her side to face the window. “Maybe this isn’t working”

“What? What are you saying?” you asked her.

“I think… we should spend some time apart”

“Is this what you want?”

“It is”

You were heartbroken. You didn’t expect the visit to the hospital to end this way. Jiyeon’s words echoed through your mind. Did you really believe she could aid Luda? Were you accusing your own girlfriend of a crime without evidence? Luda’s words about not trusting anyone in the squad even had you questioning your significant other.

“Okay” was all you said. “My phone’s always on whenever you want to talk”

Jiyeon didn’t reply, adjusting herself on the bed as you headed for the door.

“I love you, Jiyeon”

“Five, four, three, two, and…”

Upbeat disco music can be heard playing through the speakers. An ocean of leggings and sports bras as far as the eye can see filled up the room as a hybrid Pilates and zumba class was being held.

“Step. And step. And knees around the world”

Detective Son Jooyeon was beginning to breathe heavily while keeping up with the class. She was far from out of shape, but certainly wasn’t used to this higher intensity workout. She preferred her usual Pilates class, but when a friend of hers named Park Sooyoung told her about this place and hyped it up to no end, she had to check what the fuss was about.

“Great form unnie, I’m so jealous of your abs” Jooyeon turns to her side and sees Detective Jinsook next to her.

“Jinsook, what are you doing here?”

“We needed to talk somewhere outside the precinct” said a voice coming from Jooyeon’s right side. She looks and sees Lieutenant Hyunjung following the teacher’s instruction.

“Lieutenant, you’re here too? Amazing” Jooyeon said as they all began doing lunges.

“Unnie, we discovered something while going through some old precinct files. We have reason to believe Luda may have had some help” Jinsook said in a slightly out of breath tone.

“Are you saying it was an inside job?”

“Don’t stop doing your lunges!”

“Sorry, ma’am” Jinsook replied, raising her hand to apologize.

“It makes no sense why Luda would respond to the emergency call if her only plan was to find Xuanyi and the others”

“And squat… and hold… and work those quads”

“Think about it, detective. If Luda had help on the inside, the distress call would give them enough time to be able to hack into the database and leak out whatever evidence other precincts had on various inmates. If any criminals were wrongfully locked up simply based on the fact that they were criminals, all the dirt would be exposed that not all cops are good” Lieutenant Hyunjung said.

“Turn it! Get down”

All three turn to their left side and squat once more.

“Why is this workout so difficult? Do I even have quads?” Jinsook whined.

“And turn around once more”

“Normally, we’d report this to internal affairs. But since this case is seeming to be bigger than just a mole within our precinct, we need concrete evidence in order to prove Luda has help on the inside” Jooyeon said.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, another woman with powerful thighs was listening in to the conversation. She had a phone in her pocket that was recording everything.

“And hula hand”

“If we’re gonna do this, we’ll need all the help we can get” Jooyeon said to the others.

“I’ll make some calls” Jinsook replied.

“Same here” the Lieutenant said. “I think it’s time we visited a few other precincts”

“Do you have any in mind?” Jooyeon asked.

“I do. A girl I trained with in the academy is a Lieutenant at the Dreamcatcher precinct”

“I do too! My partner during my rookie days in the academy became a detective a few years ago. She’s Chinese born so she definitely knows a lot of overseas contacts” Jinsook said cheerfully.

The one hour class finally ended. Jooyeon was exhausted, now she knew why it was regarded as one of the best high intensity workouts in the area. She grabs her bag and an insulated stainless steel water bottle from the shelf near the exit and sits on one of the yoga mats on the floor. She grabs her phone from one of the side pockets and checks it. A bunch of SNS notifications and texts from the precinct group chat. Jooyeon noticed that you and Jiyeon haven’t replied to any of the messages since the night of the incident.

Remembering Jinsook’s compliment about how her abs looked, she sat in front of a mirror. Wanting to show the beside of herself, she fixed her bangs and wiped off the sweat from her arms and face before turning her head to the side slightly and taking a mirror selfie, puckering her lips slightly to resemble a duck.

Grinning widely at how it turned out, she took the photo and began to compose a message. It took several minutes before she was satisfied with what she wrote. There was constantly typing only for it to be deleted seconds later. After what seemed like a lifetime, Jooyeon settled on a message she was satisfied with.

“Oppa! Hope everything’s alright. I just finished pilates with the Lieutenant and Jinsook. Don’t I look cute? I miss you ♡”

Jooyeon screamed in horror after she hit send. She deleted the text chain, flipping her phone over in embarrassment. Not even 30 seconds later, a new message was received. She picked up her phone and raised it.

“Hey, everything’s alright. Glad you guys got to spend time out of work. Hey speaking of which, do you happen to be free today?” your message read.

“Of course! I got the next few days off (: “

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 5?”

“So early haha. But sure, I can’t wait”

“See you then. Also… I miss you too Jooyeon”

She could barely contain her excitement upon reading the last message. Holding her phone to her chest, Jooyeon was giddy as she gathered her belongings and exited the room to quickly get home and freshen up.

“See you then. Also… I miss you too Jooyeon” [Read 2:40 PM]

You looked at your phone and smiled. You and Jooyeon hadn’t just hung out with it being just the two of you in quite some time. You sighed deeply and fell back onto your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about what Jiyeon said. You lost her trust in you. But at the same time, she didn’t really give you a chance to express your side more. You weren’t sure how to feel about things. Hopefully hanging out with Jooyeon will lift your spirits.

Monsoon season was beginning to end in Seoul. Humidity continued to be the death of you, though. You kept your outfit simple: a white tee and a pair of black joggers. You found a pair of shoes hidden under your bed that you don’t remember buying. They fit, albeit a bit snug. You figured they would feel better after breaking them in. Looking at your watch, you hold a bouquet of roses and smile. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around.

“Oppa”

Son Jooyeon greets you a wide smile on her face. You stood there like an idiot, stunned briefly at how beautiful her smile was. Jooyeon’s face was small and perfect. Compared to some of the other members of the squad, she was on the taller side. Her body was perfectly slim and contained model-like proportions. You were surprised companies weren’t trying to scout her. Jooyeon was always enthusiastic about whatever task she did, the public speaking courses she took definitely helped her refine her speech and be confident whenever she needed to speak to uncooperative witnesses and suspects.

Beautiful. Intellectual. Charming. If someone were to ask you to describe Jooyeon, these are the three words you would use. Her beauty knew no bounds.

Son Jooyeon chose to wear a simple outfit as well. Her light blue jeans hugged her wide hips and clung onto her lower body almost as if it was made just for her. The white tank top she had on showed off as much of her milky skin as possible without it being too provocative. The top ended perfectly above her stomach, showing off the faintest indentation of abs and giving you a full view of her midriff. She complimented her look with white feather earrings, white high heels and rose pink lipstick.

“Wow” was all you said to her.

“You’re pretty wow yourself” she giggled. “Are those for me?”

Jooyeon pointed to the flowers you were holding. “Oh yeah, here. I got them from a flower shop nearby”

“Thank you, oppa. They look beautiful” she smiled as she shook her head back and forth slightly, inhaling the scent of the roses.

“You look beautiful, Jooyeon” you blurted out.

You put a hand on the back of your neck and rubbed it slightly. Jooyeon saw you and laughed.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever told me that. Thank you”

“So what do you wanna do?” you asked her.

Jooyeon’s stomach growled as her response.

You both laughed. “It’s a bit too early for dinner” you said, looking at your watch. “There’s a convenience store nearby where we can get some snacks though”

“Let’s go!” Jooyeon cheered as she pointed forwards. You nodded, extending your hand out to let her lead the way. Jooyeon surprised you by taking your arm and linking it with hers as you two walked.

“Welcome”

You and Jooyeon enter the convenience store and head to the frozen section. She picks out various ice cream cones. After a childish argument over who was going to pay, you momentarily distract her by tapping her shoulder and putting the items down on the counter. Jooyeon looked around to see who tapped her shoulder and once she realized it was a joke, saw she was too late and you already paid for the snacks.

“Here you go sir” the cashier said as she handed you the bag full of treats.

“Thank you” You and Jooyeon are about to leave when the cashier speaks.

“Sir, I’m sorry to bother. But you look familiar”

“I get that alot” you say, laughing. “But likewise to you”

“Do you happen to know someone by the name of Kim Minji?” she asks.

“Y-yeah. She’s my ex girlfriend. We used to work together at a convenience store like this one”

“Ah, I see. She’s spoken highly of you. Well, here’s her card. She’s the president of Dreamcatcher Company”

You take the card. The business card had Minji’s information as well as a giant dreamcatcher on the side.

“Well thank you, miss… Lee Yubin” you say while squinting.

You both walk for a bit until you find a restaurant Jiyeon wanted to try. Being a gentleman, you prepared a chair for Jooyeon who thanks you in kind. The vibe in the restaurant was very cozy, lots of potted plants and dim overhead lighting. As Jooyeon looked at the various sauces that lined the table near the window, you looked through the menu. The place prides itself in bringing the flavors of Southeast Asia to Korea.

“I’ve never had this kind of food before, what is good?” Jooyeon asked you as she struggled to pronounce some of the dish names.

“Neither have I” you replied. “But I hear the spring rolls are good. And this noodle dish called mee rebus sounds good too”

“Sounds interesting. Ooh, what’s this? It’s called… sisig. Apparently it’s pork mixed with a few vegetables and spices. Oppa, let’s order that too”

You laughed as the waiter came to your table. Reciting the things you both wanted to order, the waiter took the menus afterwards and left.

“So how are you and Jiyeon unnie?” Jooyeon asked as she sips on a glass of water.

“We’re good” you replied.

“Ah, oppa I know when you’re lying. Your voice gets all deep and you can’t maintain eye contact”

“I’m not lying”

“Oppa”

“Jiyeon and I are on a break” you said with a heavy heart. “It was a misunderstanding. I might have… alluded to her that I thought she was helping Luda”

“Oh no. Did she listen to your side of the story?”

“She never gave me the chance to explain myself before kicking me out and saying she needed a break”

The food arrives and you two dig in. Jooyeon was a heavy eater, the snacks you bought her at the convenience store made her even hungrier. She didn’t even bother offering you any food before grabbing the container of rice and putting a bunch on her plate. You smiled, thinking how someone as fit as Jooyeon could eat enough food for four people.

She looks up and sees you. “Oh… I’m sorry oppa. I haven’t been eating too much because of work and got a bit carried away”

“Don’t worry about me. Eat”

Jooyeon nods, her eyes smiling at you as she savors the food. You weren’t used to seeing the cute side of her. At the precinct, she was rather curt and focused only on work.

“So what do you want to do after this?” you asked her as you slurped on your bowl of noodles.

“I was thinking we could go catch a movie. Maybe see a rerun of an Avengers movie?” she said, burping rather loudly. She covered her mouth in embarrassment while you laughed.

“That sounds great” you replied, taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her lips.

The theater was rather empty since it was a weekday. After purchasing tickets, Jooyeon insisted the movie wouldn’t be complete without popcorn and soda. How she had room left for food was beyond you. There was a mini arcade inside the movie theater so you chose to play a game of basketball and air hockey before the movie started.

When the movie finally started, you both were at your reserved seats. Jooyeon kept stuffing popcorn into her face, her eyes glued onto the screen. You were watching the movie as well, but caught yourself sneaking glances at her. It made you happy seeing Jooyeon happy. Both of you reached for the same kernels of popcorn at the same time. This causes you both to retract your hands and look away. You cleared your already clear throat, trying to eliminate the awkwardness.

“The ending always gets me” Jooyeon said to you as you both exited the theater.

“How so?”

“It really felt like the Avengers lost. Thanos collected all the Infinity Stones and wiped out half of all life”

“Well yeah, but we know how the next one ends” you said. She gently nudged your shoulder before putting her arm inside yours.

“Thanks for hanging out with me today, I really needed this” you said to Jooyeon as the car was parked at her apartment’s basement parking.

“Me too, oppa. We need to do more of these”

“Let me know whenever you want to hangout again” you smiled at her, unlocking the car doors.

Jooyeon was about to reach for the door handle before she turned to you.

“Oppa. Do you… want to come upstairs?”

Jooyeon’s apartment was cozy. While it wasn’t as large as Jiyeon’s, it wasn’t a cramped studio apartment either. It was very bright. Both from the color of the walls and the string of lights that decorated the room. You realized this was the first time you visited a member of the squad’s residence other than Jiyeon’s.

“Make yourself at home” Jooyeon said as she tossed her purse on the couch and went to the refrigerator. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“You’re still hungry?” you laughed while asking her.

“A girl’s gotta eat” she said as she plopped her body next to you. You felt yourself getting a bit flushed, but composed yourself.

“Nice place you have here” you said, twiddling your thumbs.

“Thanks. It’s not much, but it’s home”

“How long have you been living here for?” you asked.

“Few years now. I’ve thought about moving out but this place has too many memories” Jooyeon said.

“I can see that”

“Oppa” you stared into Jooyeon’s brown eyes. Her gaze changed. No longer was it bright and happy.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?”

“No, I don’t. Did you want me to see your apartment”

“No silly” Jooyeon sighed. “I’ll just be straightforward. I really like you oppa”

“Wow” was all you could say.

“I know you’re dating Jiyeon unnie. But I wanted to make my feelings known”

“I-I think I should go” you said, putting the water bottle down and beginning to get up from the couch.

You felt Jooyeon’s hand grab onto your wrist softly. Her eyes were pleading at you. As tough a girl as Jooyeon was, you never saw her let down her guard to anyone.

“Please, oppa. Don’t go. Stay. I… want to make another memory with you here”

A million thoughts raced through your mind at once. You knew that you couldn’t see what the future had in store, but it definitely wasn’t this. Was this really happening? Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?

“You want me to stay here tonight?” you asked her nervously, your voice reaching a higher pitch than normal.

“Is that okay with you?”

“I- I don’t know…”

“I just… don’t want to be alone tonight” Jooyeon said, lightly squeezing on the water bottle before taking another gulp.

“Jooyeon…”

“It’s just… this is the first date I’ve been on in awhile. And it’s someone I really like. I… I don’t know” she said.

“This was a date?” you asked.

“I mean… wasn’t it?” she said, making you doubt what today truly was. “We had dinner and a movie. And you took me home. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a first date”

You took a sip of water as you began to process the whirlwind that occurred the past 30 seconds. Were you on a date with Jooyeon?

“So you’ll stay then?” she timidly asked.

You nodded.

“Great. Then can you turn the aircon on? It’s getting pretty stuffy in here” she said, grinning.

You walked over to her thermostat, setting the temperature from 72 to a cool 63. You were about to sit down on the couch next to her when she suddenly got up and put her hand in yours. Not speaking a single word, she lead you to her bedroom.

“Sit” she said as she pushed your body down onto her bed. You were surprised at how Jooyeon’s bed was able to fit in her room since it took up almost 70% of it. Her room was mostly empty, a vanity area at one corner and a small desk with a laptop and various photos at another. A flatscreen television was placed on the wall in front of her bed.

“Make yourself comfortable” she said, repeating her words earlier when you sat on the couch. “I’m gonna change really quick”

Unsure of what to do to pass the time, you looked through your phone. You didn’t have any unread messages so you decided to watch a few videos to pass the time. Eventually, you hear the sound of a faucet being turned off. A tapping noise near the doorframe is what gets your attention diverted from a currently playing video.

Awaiting you was Detective Son Jooyeon dressed in a police officer cosplay. You think. She wore a pair of black shorts that complimented her hips well. A black blazer could be seen covering a button up shirt that was tailored to show off her midriff. The loose fitting black tie that went along with the outfit covered her belly button. She wore a police officer cap like the ones you saw on tv, holding a toy gun in her delicate hand.

She looked at you, her gaze oozing pure seduction. The twinkle in her eyes shined with a burning passion.

“Jooyeon, what are you-”

“Quiet. Someone’s been a very bad boy…”

She grabbed a baton from behind her and poked it on your chest, pushing you onto the bed. She quickly straddled your lap. You both said nothing and just stared at each other. Before you knew it, she leaned closer and closer to you until your faces were only a few inches apart. You could feel her soft breaths on your face. You smelled mint whenever she did, assuming she brushed her teeth before returning to the room. Her thin, pink lips glistened thanks to the light in the room. You were confused, nervous and yet somehow aroused at the beautiful woman sitting on top of you at the moment.

“Jooyeon” you asked quietly, feeling her hands hold onto your shoulders for support.

“Yes” she replied.

“Are you… trying to make the first move on me?”

“What gave you that idea?” she asked, her voice lowering in register.

“It’s just that you’re… you know, on top of me”

“Kiss me”

“What?”

“Kiss me, oppa”

Without a second thought, you closed your eyes and gently pressed your lips against hers. The feeling the moment you both connected sent a jolt of electricity across your entire body. It was insane to think about. Jooyeon cupped your face and pulled you closer to her. Not a single thought went through your mind. Your body reacted on its own, feeling the tender, passionate kiss you two were beginning to share. You responded in kind by wrapping your arms around Jooyeon’s waist and pulled her closer to you. Her petite figure felt wonderful in your embrace.

“Should we be doing this?” you asked as your lips temporarily disconnected.

“Yes” she said, not letting go of you and continuing to brush your lips together. “I need this. I want you”

And so you both continued. You felt Jooyeon’s tongue find yours, as your fingers ran through her hair. Even though the entire apartment was a brisk 63, it felt like the room was getting too hot. The air was heavy with both of your emotions. Jooyeon began to be bold and kissed you more furiously, bringing your hands to her waist and hips. While she was still wearing shorts, you felt every curve of her body.

The soft, tender kiss you shared a few minutes ago was long gone. Replacing it was a hot, passionate makeout session. You gave into temptation and crept your fingers slowly until they reached her butt. Hormones were being kicked into overdrive as you lost control and wanted to feel every part of her.

Jooyeon sucked on your bottom lip and reached down to remove your shirt. You responded by squeezing her butt. It was so soft, even softer than Jiyeon’s you thought. She let out a heavy moan from your touch. Never having enough, you squeezed it again, being a bit more aggressive this time. She jumped slightly but went down and sucked on your neck, beginning slowly before increasing in force. She tossed your shirt aside, you were turned on by how assertive Jooyeon was being.

“You’re sure about this?” you asked with heavy breaths.

“I’m more than sure” she said, kissing your chest softly.

“But-”

She put a finger on you and smiled. “No buts. Well except mine, your hands felt so good on them”

Jooyeon resumed kissing you wildly, as she locked her thighs on you and dug her tongue into your mouth. You were a bit caught off guard by her forwardness but realized it made you even more aroused. Your hands returned to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as hard as you could. She jumped up, but quickly composed yourself and gave you a very naughtly smile.

“Looks like someone’s being a really bad boy” she said in a seductive tone.

“Is that a bad thing?”

You didn’t give her the chance to reply by roughly smacking her cheeks.

“Ah” she moaned, biting her bottom lip. “I like it. It turns me on when you do that”

You unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them off her. Placing your hands on her now semi exposed butt, you gathered her panties onto the crease and smacked her ass again. The sound reverberating inside the room and your ears.

Jooyeon slowly removed her blazer, tie and shirt leaving herself exposed in black laced lingerie. Her thin waist complimented her hourglass figure. A pair of round breasts immediately caught your eye as you looked down and saw the smoothest, longest legs that you wanted wrapped around your hips. And face.

She bit her lips as you ran your hands across her soft body. Her stomach was perfectly flat and toned. Feeling it in your own hands was an indescribable feeling. Her hair flowed perfectly down her face as she stared at you with one of the sexiest expressions you have ever seen on a woman.

“You look beautiful, Jooyeon” you said, your heartbeat increasing in speed.

“That’s the second time you’ve said that to me” she said, blushing.

She slowly rocked back and forth on your body, you felt her arousal on your jeans since her poor excuse of panties did nothing to prevent her wetness from leaking out.

“Were you waiting for me to say it again?”

“Maybe” she said, smiling at you sweetly as she placed your hands on her thighs. You decided enough was enough and held onto her hips as you brought her body upwards towards your face.

“Wow” she said, surprised at how aggressive you were.

Jooyeon was now sitting on top of you, holding onto the sides of your head for balance. The wonderful aroma of her feminine scent quickly entered your nostrils. You noticed she decided to spray perfume all over her body. You caught a whiff of cherry blossoms. Softly, you began kissing the creases of her warm thighs. She began breathing heavily, lowering herself onto you even more while she began rocking her hips back and forth. You stuck your tongue out, gliding it across her crotch as it was now being mixed with her own wetness.

“You’re t-teasing me?” she whined.

“Is that bad?”

You grabbed onto the hemline of her panties and yanked them downwards, Jooyeon assisting you in removing them. Now you were finally able to see her beautiful, bare pussy. The initial contact of your tongue onto her was amazing. You were overwhelmed with happiness, while she gasped loudly. Her body squirmed as you began to taste her, it tasted as sweet as candy in your opinion. You began lapping up as much as you could.

“You taste amazing”

“Holy fuck” she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as she continued grinding on your mouth.

You kissed her beautiful pink pussy lips as she continued dripping into your mouth. She left you very intoxicated, sensory overload was something you didn’t think was possible until this moment. Slowly, you traced your tongue across her entirely before digging deep. You heard Jooyeon scream from above you, wanting to cover her mouth in order to avoid being heard by her neighbors. You didn’t care at all, what with her thighs wrapped around your ears. You continued pushing your tongue inside her, licking her walls as her body squirmed in pure ecstasy.

“That feels so good” she moaned.

Jooyeon would spend several minutes riding your face while you held onto her ass, both for balance and to caress it in your hands. Your hands felt every inch of her. Every curve of her soft, smooth cheeks. Her loud moans pierced the quiet room as you continued drawing tender circles on her clit with your tongue. You felt her skin begin to moisten with sweat even though the room was a bit chilly. Taking her clit into your mouth and sucking it, you felt Jooyeon yank onto your hair rather roughly. You thought she was going to pull out fistfuls of hair from how aggressive it was. Her thighs squeezed your head rather painfully from how much in pleasure she was.

“Holy shit… don’t stop oppa. Please don’t stop” she screamed, causing you to alternate between sucking and licking her pussy. “Fuck! Don’t stop -- oh my fucking god”

Jooyeon’s back began to arch as her body was shaking. With every movement of her body, you squeezed her ass even harder. She moaned so loudly you were beginning to be a bit afraid people would hear and think something bad was happening to their neighbor. Mercifully, you relinquished your grip on her causing her to breathe heavily as her body sat on top of yours.

She removed her grip on your hair, you were internally thanking her as you thought you wouldn’t have any left if you were gonna continue. Her mouth was wide open from the excitement she felt from being pleasured. She looked into your soul with a loving gaze.

“That was amazing…” she whimpered out, gently kissing you. You responded by kissing back before moving onto her neck and shoulder. Your fingers held onto the strap of her bra and removed it.

“You’re so crazy” you said, swallowing your saliva to help you catch your breath.

Your hands wrapped around her back and unhooked her bra. Once it dropped down, her breasts were finally fully revealed to you. They were noticeably bigger than Jiyeon’s, a perfect size to fit in your hand. Her nipples were a cute shade of pink, contrasting Jiyeon’s brown ones. Your mouth watered as she was now fully exposed to you.

“Wow” you said. It felt like that was all you were able to say about Jooyeon.

Tossing her bra aside, her breasts jiggled slightly. She giggled at you, seeing your eyes hungrily stare at them. She grabbed your hands and placed them on her chest. They were so warm and full to the touch. Her boobs were even softer than her ass, seemingly made for your hands. You began to gently fondle them, pinching the tip of her nipples with your fingers while she rubbed yourself on your body.

Placing a tender kiss on your lips, she removed herself from your lap and descended to your lower body.

“It’s my turn to see what you’ve been hiding” she said naughtily as she began to unbutton your jeans. You were nervous because you were about to fully expose yourself to Jooyeon. At the same time, you were happy because your erection was painfully trapped inside your pants. She finally pulled both the jeans and your boxer briefs, releasing your cock from its cloth prison.

Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she stared wide eyed at it. She wrapped her soft hand around your shaft, wanting to feel every part of it like it was a delicate item.

“Wow, you’re so fucking hard...” she said.

Jooyeon started stroking your cock slowly, observing your facial expressions. She smiles in satisfaction as she sees you close your eyes and tilt your head back. Her delicate hands were now stained with your precum as she tightened her grip on your shaft.

“Should I?” she asked you in a soft voice, asking for your permission.

“Ahh… please” you begged her.

“Such an impatient oppa” she said, giggling before wrapping her thin lips around you. Your eyes momentarily see her before closing once again from the pleasure.

“I barely put my lips on you and you’re this turned on?” she said as she began stroking you fast.

The pleasure was too much for you to reply. Instead, you felt Jooyeon slowing down her movements. She placed a gentle kiss on the tip, going down a line on your entire length. She never broke eye contact with you while doing so. Son Jooyeon had such a beautiful face and body, the way she handled your cock turned you on even more.

She eventually made her way down to your balls, making long licks upwards with her tongue before taking each individually in her mouth. Her tongue flickered while doing so, rewarding her with lovely groans from you. After making sure each ball was coated with saliva, she ran her tongue one last time across them before returning back to the head where she twirled around the circumference of it. You tried to pretend you weren’t satisfied, but Jooyeon knew you were bluffing.

“Oppa… you aren’t holding back are you?” she asked, her tongue rapidly licking the underside of your head.

Not caring to wait for a response, Jooyeon began sucking your cock. Her warm, wet mouth fully lathered you as she bobbed her head up and down. She would apply a gentle suction at the tip, her tongue swirling around your shaft at the same time.

You were no stranger to getting blowjobs, Jiyeon having given you many under your desk or your convenience store days when Kim Minji would do so when you were restocking shelves. But now that Son Jooyeon was sucking your cock, you felt like it was a dream.

Her speed began to pick up, Jooyeon simultaneously moaning with you even though her mouth was stuffed with cock. She was so focused on pleasuring you that she began cupping your balls while her head bobbed up and down. Jooyeon wasn’t just giving you one of the best blowjobs you have ever received, you were being comforted physically as well as mentally. She wanted you to feel relaxed, taking great pride in knowing she would be the one to ease your worries.

She gave you such a deadly stare while she let go of fondling your balls and pushed her long, messy jet black hair back. She continued her mouth’s furious sucking and grip on you, causing you to begin to feel an out of body experience from how much pressure she was applying. You were ready to cum at any moment.

Jooyeon knew this, so she stopped. As her mouth released its hold on you, saliva began to spill out when her head began to move up. You moaned, not wanting her to let go. She looked at you staring at her with pity in your eyes, pleading for her to put you back into her mouth. She gave you a mischievous smirk, satisfied you weren’t able to cum. She returned to gently stroking you.

“Sorry oppa” she said. But you knew she wasn’t sorry.

“You’re not being fair” you panted.

“Oh?” she replied softly. “How do you think we should make things fair?”

She crawled back up towards you, kissing you on the lips. Her fingers glided across your cheek tenderly as you looked at her when your lips disconnected. Her beauty left you awestruck, hypnotizing you to do whatever she asked.

Without warning, Jooyeon’s body is lowered onto your face when she turns around suddenly. You were being smothered by her pussy as she takes your cock into her mouth. Her juices continued leaking down her thighs as she begged for you to stimulate her more. If her pussy wasn’t drowning you or your line of vision, you probably would've just cum from watching her suck your cock in this position.

Son Jooyeon never struck you as such a wild person in the bedroom. She always had an air of elegance to her, even though she considered herself one of the boys who could seemingly get along with any friend group. While it does surprise you, to be fair you never expected to see her be intimate in the bedroom. There were no complaints from you, if this was how Jooyeon gives blowjobs, you were anticipating how she would be when she is getting fucked.

She took your cock as deep as she could, so deep in her mouth that her lips reached your base. She did her best to hold on for a long time, feeling her throat be stuffed with your tip. The pleasure that flowed throughout your body was so addicting. Jooyeon’s natural odor during sex was an intoxicating one: she left you wanting more. You were beginning to become addicted to her.

You smacked both of her ass cheeks, firmly holding on top both as you lapped up her sweet nectar. Jooyeon tasted a lot sweeter than Jiyeon in your opinion.

“Oppa!” Jooyeon released your cock from her mouth, moaning out loudly. You gave her repeated smacks on her ass while squeezing them. Your tongue buried itself deep inside her hole, Jooyeon mimicked the same actions on your cock.

“Oh my god…” she screamed while sucking your cock that was glistening.

You both repeated your actions over and over as your tongue tasted all of her. She moaned incoherently due to her mouth being stuffed with your cock. You wanted to tease her, stopping her from receiving pleasure. Jooyeon was not happy about that, pushing her pussy onto your face.

“You’re being needy” you teased.

Of course this was just you putting on a front since you saw Jooyeon bobbing her head up and down your cock. Your efforts to tease her were in vain, she was the one in control. Not you.

You took two fingers and inserted them inside her pussy. Jooyeon let out a scream as her walls wrapped themselves around you. You entered deeper, establishing a rhythm. She wasn’t going to let you out pleasure her, stroking your cock hard as she began to deepthroat you. You let out an extremely loud moan, shocked that she was so competitive.

Jooyeon’s assault continued, swallowing you whole as her screams couldn’t be contained even with a mouthful of dick. You began to feel asphyxiated from her pussy being on your face but you figured it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. You mustered up the strength to clean up the trickles of juices that flowed out of her. You sucked on her clit gently, making various lengths of lines with your tongue. Her body convulsed as she finally released your cock from the warm wet confines of her mouth.

“Holy shit… keep going oppa” she said. “Don’t fucking stop”

Although she wanted to keep sucking your cock, the pleasure you were giving her rendered her weak. You were rewarded with her cries of pleasure, increasing in pace as her screams became louder in octaves.

“Fuck… don’t stop. Fuck” she yelled.

Son Jooyeon rivaled Kwon Eunbi at being the loudest in bed. Both women had an air of elegance to them, but were sex crazed freaks behind closed doors. You wanted to hear her beg for you more.

“Don’t you fucking stop oppa” she said as you smacked her ass. She pushed her now damp her back as she grabbed a handful of her tits. She was consumed by a sex filled rage, only wanting to be pleasured by you.

“This feels so fucking good” she said. “No one’s ever eaten my pussy like this!”

Her body grinded up and down repeatedly as her body was shaking. She grabbed onto your thighs for support. Struggling to catch her breath, you give her a stimulating lick. You kissed whatever you could, smacking her ass again. It felt like your night consisted of Jooyeon saying vulgar words and moaning at a high decibel.

She struggled to get up from your face, her legs wobbling. She turned around, now face to face with you as she was glistening with sweat. Jooyeon was a sweaty, panting mess and yet she still looked beautiful to you.

“Oppa” she moaned, kissing you on the lips. “This is crazy… I want you so badly. Do you want me?”

“I want you too, Jooyeon” you replied, squeezing her breasts.

You fixed her bangs and tucked away several loose strands of hair behind her ear as she kissed you. She interlocked her hands with yours, as your bodies rubbed against one another. Her breasts felt so soft pressed against you, both of you could hear your hearts beat.

You wrapped your arms around Jooyeon and flipped her over so that she was lying down on the bed. She wrapped her arms around your neck as you leaned down and kissed her. She spread her thighs open as she pulled you towards her. You held onto your cock and it eventually found its way in front of her pussy. You rubbed your tip against her lips, as it began to be covered by her juices. She moaned as she bit her lower lip while looking at you.

“Fuck me please, baby” she said as she grabbed fistfuls of her hair. “I want to get fucked by you”

“You’re being a bad girl, Jooyeon. Good girls don’t beg to be fucked”

“Please…” she pleaded, looking at you with loving eyes.

Not wanting to delay your own pleasure any longer, you push your cock inside Jooyeon. Her pussy was so warm and tight. The foreplay you two did earlier made it so that you easily slid inside due to her slick juices. Her walls began to constrict your cock as you began to slowly move inside her. One hand was placed behind your head while the other clawed your back as she began to scream. You began to fuck her while tenderly giving her face kisses.

“Baby…” she cried in ecstasy. Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around you.

“You’re so tight, Jooyeon” you managed to say.

“Call me baby, please”

You fucked Jooyeon tenderly, slower than your usual pace but it didn’t matter. You felt safe inside Jooyeon’s embrace, her breasts jiggled up and down to the rhythm of your thrusts. You took each nipple into your mouth, sucking on them. She kept moaning as you slid in and out of her pussy. You gradually began picking up momentum, her walls tightening around your shaft even harder. With your increased pace came Jooyeon’s screams gradually becoming louder.

“Babe...” you moaned.

“Harder…” she screamed. “Fuck me harder…”

You unwrapped her legs from your waist and put them above your shoulders. You fucked her faster, harder than before. The tip of your cock was reaching the epicenter of where she was getting the most pleasure. She screamed loudly, happy that you were listening to her. She gripped onto the bedsheets roughly as the sound her body slamming against your pelvis filled the quiet room. Her juices splashed against you with each thrust.

“Baby, I’m cumming… oh my god I’m gonna cum” she cried. Her body was convulsing as you didn’t decrease in intensity. With one final loud scream, Son Jooyeon clawed your back roughly as her orgasm arrived.

Once the aftershocks of her orgasm winded down, you slowed your pace. She was panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat as she looked at you lovingly. Her face looked satisfied, happy that you made her feel good. Feeling tired, you pulled yourself out of her. You both moaned as inch by inch withdrew itself. The temperature in the air was cool thanks to the air conditioning, giving you a tingling sensation as it flowed through your cock which was covered in her pussy juice.

“I’m getting close to cumming” you said weakly.

“No” she said, rubbing her pussy lips. “You can’t cum yet baby”

She cupped your face, kissing you sweetly as you felt her body warm you up. Jooyeon stroked your cock while doing so, you responded by fondling her breasts.

“Sit on the edge” she said quietly.

You obeyed as Jooyeon grabbed a pillow and threw it on the ground. She kneeled, smiling at you with both her lips and her eyes. Her hand returned to your penis, gripping onto it as she ran her tongue on your frenulum. Your cock was sensitive, twitching at the contact.

She spit on her left hand before wrapping her lips around your cock, gently sucking on your tip. The hand that contained her spit massaged your balls tenderly. You felt goosebumps on your body as your spine shivered thanks to her actions.

“I love your cock” she said, stroking you. “Can you please fuck me like this at work?”

“Jooyeon-”

“I told you to call me baby” her words betraying her as she smiled sweetly at you. “Don’t think I don’t know about Jiyeon unnie giving you blowjobs under your desk”

She doesn’t even give you time to answer as she takes your cock down her throat.

“Were you going to say something, baby?” she teased, sucking your cock once more while squeezing your balls.

You moaned out in bliss as you watched her suck your dick. Pleasure flowed from your head all the way down to your toes as she rubbed herself simultaneously. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

“Cum for me, baby” she licked her lips while laughing.

“I can’t hold it-” you panted.

“Give me your cum” she quietly said, tenderly kissing your tip repeatedly before sucking your cock once again. She switched between various speeds as she grabbed your left hand and put it behind her head. One of her delicate hands fondled your balls while the other squeezed her breasts. You put your other hand on her head, running your fingers through her moist hair as her jet black hair bobbed up and down. You felt her moans as your cock was in her mouth.

“Jooyeon… it’s coming” you panted.

Jooyeon increased in pace, sucking you even harder. You roughly pulled on her hair as she looked up and stared into your soul. You both knew what was fast approaching.

“Joo-”

Your body didn’t give you a chance to finish moaning her name as it went numb. The tingling sensation flowed from your head to your toes as you erupted inside her mouth. Jooyeon moaned as she kept bobbing, feeling your hot sticky cum hit the back of her throat. Her eyes were smiling at you, twinkling with delight as she began to swallow. You held onto your cock and tapped it a few times on her tongue. She sucks your cock a few times before releasing it from her mouth with a loud pop as she laps up the last remaining dribble on your urethra.

The innocent smile Jooyeon gave you betrayed the actions she just committed.

You pushed your weak body and laid down on the bed, breathing heavily. One of the more intense orgasms you had, you were in awe at how Jooyeon was able to make you feel. She moved with you, cleaning your cock a bit more. After several minutes, she finally climbed up the bed and laid down next to you. She gave you a tender kiss as you wrapped your arms around her.

You cuddled for some time, before your eyes began to get heavy. Jooyeon’s body next to you was touching yours. Your breaths were synced in unison. She looked up at you as you looked down at her, both of you smiling sweetly as your lips connect one more time. You hold her tightly in your embrace as you kiss her forehead before both of you drift off to sleep.

“I love you, oppa”

Elsewhere in one of the backrooms of a shop, a woman is seen counting money. She smiles, a gun right next to her on the desk.

A knock on the door can be heard.

“Enter”

Four women enter the room and greet the woman. They are of varying heights, a bit of uneasiness seen on their faces.

“We did what you said, boss. No one knows we’re working for you”

“Good. If any of you double cross me, these two will see to it that you’re taken care of”

Two women approach from the shadows standing next to the woman who was sitting down. One was smiling, wearing an apron while smelling a black rose, the other smirks as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel.

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #wjsn smut #wjsn eunseo #eunseo #son jooyeon #male reader #reader insert

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bluebellwriting · 3 years

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Mom-Friend Looking For A Dad-Friend - Part 3

Sylvia’s POV

Sylvia knows she should feel guilty. You look so uncomfortable at the party, back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around like a stalked animal watching out for a hunter. Your arms are crossed over your stomach in what she recognizes as your signature move--something you always did during your one year of overlap at Starfleet when she dragged you to the occasional party--quite effective at hiding your body from the world.

You look so out of your element in the fit and flare dress she forced you into, even though you shouldn’t. Your curves look fantastic and after hours of deliberation you were both able to tame the signature Tilly Sisters Frizz TM. She’s actually quite proud of the smokey eye she was able to slather on you and the lipstick she convinced you to wear. You look beautiful, I mean, you’re her big sister, her first and bestest friend, of course you look beautiful to her.

But she’s hoping that you can see that in yourself too because she knows another certain someone on the ship sees you as absolutely enthralling.

Her eyes flit between you and the door, hoping that Saru will take the hint and actually show up. She’d been dropping little details to him all week about the party and how you had wanted to attend (which was a lie) to meet someone (another lie).

What? She’s desperate. She’s been watching her basically-Captain/resident dad of the entire ship quietly fawn over her sister for months and vice versa. She needed to up the ante if she was going to get you two together, and well, nothing is more motivating than jealousy. One thing about post-vahar’ai Saru that everyone was picking up on was that he was far more expressive and a lot less shy. Especially, Sylvia noticed, when it came to you. She actually heard him growl once at an ensign that got a little too close to you in the cafeteria.

Actually, said ensign is making his way over to you right now with two drinks and a drunken smirk on his face. Her eyes glance nervously at the door. Still no sign of Saru. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

(Y/N)’s POV

You were going to kill your sister. You hated parties with a passion. All the people rubbing against each other, rubbing against you and spilling your drink, the form fitting clothing. Especially the form fitting clothing.

Not to mention that the few times you have gone to parties always ended in you being abandoned by friends who found someone to go home with while you were left alone and feeling unwanted.

The other reason you’re absolutely miserable at this party is because the one man you actually want to dance with isn’t here. Because why would he? A room of his crew mates grinding against each other isn’t exactly his scene. But your eyes still dart to the door, willing Saru to march through those doors and take you in his arms like in a typical Earth romantic comedy.

Except why would he? You’ve been ignoring him for days and have most likely effectively destroyed any interest he could have had for you. He probably thinks you’re so shallow and immature and weird.

“Hey there.”

Your eyes meet the drunken smile of Mark, an ensign on the ship who has flirted with you on more than one occasion. He’s come to your office numerous times, always feigning emotional distress so that he has an excuse to flirt with you. You’ve turned him down time and time again, sighting that you were not interested. Mark doesn’t seem to get the hint.

“Good evening, Mark.” You straighten your back but keep your arms around yourself, mindful that the dress your sister gave you is low-cut and showing off more cleavage than you’ve ever showed in your life. You shudder when Mark’s eyes immediately wander to your ample chest. You push yourself away from the wall but Mark steps in front of you, effectively caging you in.

“I got you a drink.”

“Oh. Thank you, but I’m not thirsty.” You try to take your leave again, really just wanting to go home and wallow in a bowl of ice cream.

“Actually,” you continue, “I was just about to head out.”

“Aw, why?” He leans forward, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. “Don’t you want to dance with me, Doctor?”

“I’m not much of a dancer. Now if you will excuse me--”

“What the hell is wrong with me, huh?” Mark snaps and slams both cups on the ground. “I’m a nice guy. A good looking guy. You could do far worse.”

His words are slurred but none the less furious. His eyes are dark and glaring at you now, something evil within them.

You glance around for help but the music is too loud and there are just too many bodies. Nobody seems to notice your distress or the sudden violent nature of Mark.

“I’m sorry, Mark. I’m sure you’re very nice but I--” One of his hands punches the wall next to your head and you yelp.

“You’re fucking right! Better than any guy you could get with in your life, you fat fucking bitch--” In an instant you’re pulled away from the wall by a strong arm while Mark is lifted from the back of his collar and pressed harshly, face first into the wall.

Saru POV - a few minutes earlier

Saru stares at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing what is now the third outfit he’s tried on. It has to be perfect. Tonight has to be perfect. Because you’re perfect and you’re at that party waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet and damnit, that someone is going to be Saru. He’s not sure what he would do if you found someone else to dance with tonight, to hold and to love. It would completely destroy him. So yes, everything has to be perfect.

This whole week, Saru has been completely miserable. He’s sure you’ve been ignoring him and he’s not entirely sure why, except he’s completely convinced that he’s done something wrong. He’s tried reaching out, but you keep turning him away at every turn and it’s truly breaking his heart. He misses his meals with you, he misses relaxing in the observation deck with you, and he dreads seeing the exhaustion on your face when he passes your office (which he’s found time to do every day under the guise of “checking in on the med bay” -- everyone knows he’s definitely not checking in on the med bay).

And then there was Ensign Whatever His Name Is, who has become the bane of Saru’s existence. The last time you had dinner with him, Ensign Asshole decided to sit at your table and unabashedly sidle up to you. It wasn’t that Saru saw him as a threat, it did not go unnoticed how uncomfortable you were at the ensign’s advances and, let’s face it, Saru knows he’s far better suited for you. But it was your discomfort, and the way the ensign’s eyes lingered on you like you were a piece of meat for him to consume and then toss aside, that made Saru want to flip the table and launch the man across the room.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been shutting him out, though. Maybe for some inexplicable reason, you were incredibly attracted to this man and you were leaving Saru in the dust. His heart clenches and his stomach feels pained at the thought.

Saru runs a hand over this new outfit, debating whether you would approve of the color, if he should wear something more casual, or something fancier? Maybe something... form fitting? Michael had mentioned that humans tend to wear something a little tighter to seem attractive...

Michael alluded that you might be at this party tonight, and immediately he began thinking up ways to woo you, to show you that he was obviously the right man for you. Or at the very least, it would be a reason to talk to you, to figure out how to get back in your good graces. He doesn’t have to date you at all, he just needs you back in his life in any capacity.

A ping on his PADD interrupts his ruminating. He grabs it, smiling and hoping that it’s a message from you.

It’s not.

Sylvia: Are you coming?!

Saru: Yes. I just need a few moments

Sylvia: You need to come right now!!! It’s (Y/N)!!!

Saru’s eyes widen and his heartbeat accelerates in an instant. He tosses the PADD on his bed and makes quick strides to the common room where the party is being held. His mind races as he imagines what could have happened. Were you injured? Were you asking for him?

When he arrives at the party he stands in the doorway, scanning the many heads below him for the curly (h/c) hair he knows so well and loves so much.

“Saru!” Sylvia has been by the door waiting the moment he walked in to yank on his arm. She frantically points to a spot on the wall and looks at him with helpless eyes. “I can’t get to her. There are too many people.”

Saru’s eyes track from her finger to the wall, where he sees your small form cowering under that same ensign’s body. Seeing the fear in your eyes, the helplessness, and the tears starting to pool, stirs something deep and vicious in Saru. His instincts go into overdrive, like he isn’t in control of himself anymore. Or maybe he is, this new, fearless version of himself has taken over.

Saru marches forward, shoulders tensed and his mouth set in an uncharacteristic snarl. The crowd seems to part for the seething Kelpien until there is nothing between him and Ensign Dickhead, who can’t seem to read the room.

With one arm he pulls you out from your spot between the wall and this scum of the earth. With his other arm, he snatches the ensign’s collar, lifts him off the floor and smashes his head into the wall, holding him there. He growls, a low and savage sound. Everyone is looking at him but all that really matters in this moment is your wellbeing and the man who tried to threaten you.

Even though the ensign is off the ground, he is nowhere near as tall as Saru, who is looming over him. Saru leans down, ignoring the whimpers of pain from the ensign who definitely has a broken nose.

He snarls, “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

He wants to do more to this man. He wants to beat his head against the wall. He wants to drop him on the ground and kick his stomach until he can’t breathe. He wants to shove him in the airlock and hit ‘eject.’ He’s basically the captain, he can do it. But your gentle hands wrap around his free forearm, reminding him that you’re here and that everyone is watching.

He glances down at you with a serious gaze, looking to you for guidance. ‘What do you want me to do to this man?’ his stare asks. Because he’d do anything you asked him.

You give him small shake of the head and Saru drops the man immediately. As two security officers and your sister swarm the bleeding man on the ground, you tug on Saru’s arm, signaling him to follow you.

Your walk together is quiet. Saru still feels the anger coursing through him. He really wants to turn around and finish the ensign off, and he doesn’t particularly care how out of character this is for him. That man deserves every bit of pain Saru can muster for what he did to you, what he was going to do to you. But there’s also the stress, the concern that you are furious with him, that he was too violent, that he had startled you. Would you hate him now? Are you afraid of him?

You tug his arm one last time, taking him to... his room.

Third Person POV

You drag him inside and lead him to his bed. After a few moments, Saru realizes that you want him to sit. So he does. He’s still taller than you, but your face, your eyes, your lips are infinitely closer to his now. Your hands slowly trace from their hold on his forearms, up his arms and shoulders, to hold his cheeks. Your eyes look deeply into his own, and he can see that there are still tears in your eyes.

Instinctually, Saru’s arms find their way around your waist and tug you closer to him. You ease into him immediately because after that display, you know that there is nowhere safer than Saru’s embrace. One of his hands rubs soothing circles into your back while the other stays around your waist. Your head buries itself into his shoulder while your arms wrap around his neck.

You both stay like that for a few moments, relishing each other, acknowledging that you are both together and safe in the garden that is Saru’s room.

“You’re not mad?” Saru whispers.

“A little startled.”

“Oh.”

You pull away slightly but your hands return to his cheeks.

“I’ve never seen you so...”

“Angry?” Saru’s eyes are downcast, waiting for the moment you tell him yes, you were so vicious, I could never love someone so violent.

“Valiant.” You give him a shy smile with a hint of embarrassment.

Oh.

Both of Saru’s hands return to your waist and give it a comforting squeeze.

“Did he hurt you?” Saru’s eyes scan over you.

“No, no. He just scared me.”

He pulls you closer so you can lean your head against his chest. Like you weigh nothing at all, he lifts you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you again. You don’t know where this forward and overly affectionate Saru came from, but you’re not about to start complaining. You’ve dreamt of this after all.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “You really didn’t need to get that fierce with him.”

“I know, I know but... That wasn’t right. He was horrible and he was going to hurt you and you deserve so much more than that.” You shrug slightly, not fully believing him. Your whole life you’ve only attracted less-than-sub-par men and at some point you just started to assume that you never deserved better.

“(Y/N) Tilly I am being serious. You deserve the best that this universe has to offer. You deserve someone who will respect you and love you, who thinks you’re the most brilliant and stunning woman who has ever lived.”

“And who thinks that?” You reply meekly, really hoping he’s about to confess to you. But the mind is a horrible, merciless entity, dead set on dashing such hopes.

“Well... If it wasn’t already obvious,” Saru gulps and takes a deep, steady breath. “I think that.”

Screw you, mind.

“Really?”

“I do. I have thought so since the moment I met you and each moment spent with you has only reinforced how I feel.” Saru bows his head and nuzzles his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers, as if those three words have the power to end his entire existence

You release a shaky breath and let your tears fall.

“I’m... I’m sorry,” you whisper and Saru’s shoulders deflate.

“You don’t feel the same,” he whimpers in the most pathetic way possible. It causes your heart to wrench.

“I was so convinced that you felt this way about Michael or, or somebody else, anybody but me,” you sniff. “And I was ignoring you because I couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to love you. You must think I’m such a child.”

You look away from him but his hand immediately moves under your chin and directs you to look up. He’s beaming at you, eyes glassy with joy, and it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

You lean up and capture his lips in yours, conveying all the love you feel for him. Saru inhales sharply through his nose but lets out a breathy moan as he leans into your kiss. His hands tighten their hold on you and pull you closer, until there is barely any space left between you both.

You pull back by barely an inch, not daring to stray too far from this man.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

Saru beams at you, shyly, but the glow of that smile speaks volumes. He kisses you again, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck, securing you to him.

#they say write the stories you want to see #saru x chubby!reader #saru x reader #Star Trek Discovery #star trek

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kaeda-the-wolf · 4 years

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Guerra

Summary

Part 1: Close to the Heart

Warnings: Some language

Author’s note at the end.

His day goes from bad to absolute shit in a matter of seconds.

"Lieutenant Carrillo, General Giménez wants to speak with you."

Those words ring through his head like a high pitched bell that's been rung too close to the ear and he responds only with a mute nod as he tries to figure out what in the hell he's done that has caught the attention of the General this time.

Whatever it is, he's not about to apologize for it. His new position carried a purpose, and that purpose was leadership. He couldn't lead men who were incompetent at what they were doing, not when civilians depended on them to protect and uphold order, and if the cure to any incompetence was more drills, more training, then so be it.

He wouldn't accept anything other than the best. He wanted his men to be the best.

Sure, making Trujillo and a couple of his buddies do extra combat drills in the grueling heat and humidity that'd been plaguing Medellin for the last week because they were doing a little too much goofing off was a bit of an asshole move, but it would make them better officers in the long run.

If his actions had pissed them off, then so be it; he wasn't afraid to step on some toes. Being in an authoritative position isn't synonymous with being a friend.

Besides, it wasn't like they'd have been any cooler inside; the air conditioning on base had been messed up for days.

Better to get the ass chewing over with now, he decides, getting up from his desk. The moment he moves, though, he remembers just how hot and miserable he is. The shirt he's wearing beneath his uniform practically sticks to him from sweat, his neck is killing him because he's spent most of the day doing paperwork, and if that wasn't bad enough, the office itself is even worse. The air is stale and smokey from too many cigarettes being lit at once by people who would rather just suffocate everyone around them than go out in the sun, and it smells so fucking bad that its making him regret eating lunch.

I just want to go home.

Lieutenant Carrillo takes his time as he makes his way to General Giménez's office. He's not in any hurry to get an earful from his boss, but at the same time he knows he can't avoid it, so when he steps up to the door, he doesn't hesitate to knock. Giménez's door is wide open just like it always is, but the air doesn't smell as bad here, much to Carrillo's relief.

What's even more relieving than that, though, is the way the General smiles upon looking up.

"Ah, Lieutenant," he greets cheerfully, "come on in, son! Come in!"

"You asked for me, sir," Carrillo replies, shutting the door behind him, just in case he is actually about to get his ass chewed and the General is only lulling him into a false sense of security.

"Yes. I have something I wanted to show you," Giménez replies, and Carrillo can't help but wonder why the man is in such a jovial mood as he empties out a large yellow envelope onto his desk. Pictures scatter across the desk, but in the midst of all of them, he thinks he spots a letter as well. General Giménez searches through the photographs -Carrillo doesn't bother to look too closely at them, because it's none of his business- for a moment, until he finds the one he seems to be after.

"You remember my daughter, don't you?"

A familiar face with hazel eyes and a mischievous smile framed by long pitch black hair flashes in his mind's eye, and suddenly it feels like he's been kicked in the chest.

Carrillo had been so busy with his career for the last couple of years that he hadn't thought of her nearly as much as he once had, but he most certainly remembered General Giménez's eldest child. Of course he remembered Elena, they'd been best friends when they were kids. He could never forget her, not when the pain of her absence still stung, even though it had been… what, almost five years since he'd seen her last?

"Of course I remember her, sir," Carrillo replies, trying to keep his voice even and cool.

General Giménez smiles, eyes lit with a knowing glint.

"Good," Giménez chuckles, "I would hope so; you two were basically attached at the hip until her mother moved her and Luís to Miami."

There's a hint of bitterness in the General's words that Carrillo can relate to. He knows how upset Giménez had been to find out that not only was his wife leaving him, she was taking their children, too. If there was anyone who may have missed Elena more than Carrillo had, it was Antonio Giménez, and even that was debatable. Carrillo had spent more than a few nights lying wide awake, wondering how she was doing, wondering if she'd missed him as much as he did her.

"You know, I hadn't heard from her since she left for Maimi?" That doesn't surprise Carrillo. He hadn't heard from her, either.

"But then," Giménez continues, "I got a letter in the mail one day. At first I couldn't believe it, but once I saw her handwriting, I knew it was from her."

There's a beat of silence, and in that moment as Giménez glances down at the photos on the desk that Elena had sent, it becomes very apparent how much the man has missed his family.

"She doesn't write very often; she stays pretty busy with school," he says quietly, voice laced with damn near obvious regret. "But when she does… Ah, well. You probably don't want to hear about my feelings, do you?"

Actually, Carrillo thinks to himself when General Giménez chuckles slightly in an attempt to seem as excited as he initially had, it's nice to know there's someone else who understands how I've felt without her here.

"Anyway, Horacio," Giménez says softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. In the General's outstretched hand is the one photograph he'd picked from the pile.

"I figured you might appreciate her life update as much as I did," he says as Carrillo takes it from him. Giménez says something else, something about how he'd give him more photographs if he wasn't so selfish, but those words fall on deaf ears. Carrillo is far more focused on the picture where his best friend seems to be staring directly into his soul. There's a bright smile on her face and the expression goes straight to his heart; she's in the middle of laughing about something and he swears he can almost hear her fits of giggles.

For a moment, he's taken back to an old memory, one where she's laughing at him for having busted his ass trying to do something -he can't remember what- stupid. Her hair is pulled up into a short, messy ponytail, she's wearing ripped jeans and a black shirt that he's pretty sure actually belonged to him at one point, because it's way too big on her, and… damn.

The longer he looks, the more his chest starts to ache.

She's obviously older in this picture; her dark hair is longer than he's ever seen it, her skin isn't as tan, and she's wearing a deep blue dress that looks impossibly pretty on her. Carrillo doesn't know how recent this photo is, but her eighteenth birthday had been last month. Maybe that was what these photos were from?

"That's one of her graduation photos," Giménez explains, almost as if he can read Carrillo's thoughts.

"She is doing well, then," Carrillo questions, genuinely curious, because other than showing him this one photo, the general had said little in regards to how Elena was actually doing. She looked happy enough in the photo, but looks could be deceiving.

When Giménez nods in response, Carrillo manages a small smile, though he doubts it even looks slightly convincing. It was good to have some insight into how she'd been over the last few years, but that didn't change the fact that he would much prefer to have her back home.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that," Carrillo responds quietly, his gaze going back to the photo in his hand. Eyeing it intently, he tries to commit every detail to memory. The silence that has filled the room draws out, growing more oppressive the longer he looks, and finally, he can't take it anymore. Carrillo lifts his eyes back to Giménez, but he's still reluctant to hand the picture over, tapping it against his thumb absentmindedly.

He's pretty sure that if he looked in the mirror right now, he'd be dangerously close to looking more like a lovesick teenager than a police officer.

"I appreciate the update, General," Carrillo says, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. It takes far too much effort to make the words flow and he's gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep his emotions at bay.

He hadn't been prepared for a trip down memory lane when he walked into the General's office.

Trying not to make it obvious that the thought of parting with the photograph in his hand is absolutely killing him, he holds it out for Giménez to take.

It's completely and utterly miraculous that his hand stays steady.

"Oh, no. You keep that, Horacio."

Once again, he feels like he's been kicked in the chest.

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Of course I'm sure," Giménez counters without a second thought, and Carrillo can't keep the smile off of his face. General Giménez returns it, but then his face goes straight, and there's a look in his eyes that Carrillo can't quite decipher.

"Listen, Horacio," Giménez starts, and his near dire sounding tone has Carrillo's undivided attention. "You're a career man, just like me. I've served Colombia for many years, and I'm very proud of that. I am not at all trying to say that you shouldn't do the same, but… take it from an old dog like me -and you may not understand the importance of this now, because you're young, but one day you're going to have a family of your own- don't dedicate everything you've got to this job. Remember that there is no criminal out there who can do so much harm that bringing them down should take precedence over the people who love you. Remember to cherish your friends and loved ones in your life. Don't do what I have done and wait until you don't have much time left to give them."

Carrillo raises an eyebrow at that. What was that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean you 'don't have much time left', sir?"

"Never mind that, Horacio. It's just a figure of speech, really," Giménez replies quickly, and Carrillo has the sinking suspicion that his words aren't just a figure of speech.

"Just promise me… just promise me, son, that you'll take heed to what I'm telling you. Don't make the same mistakes I have."

Carrillo is slow to reply; he doesn't really understand where the General is coming from, throwing all of this at him, but he suspects it has something to do with Elena getting back in touch with him, so he takes it in stride.

"Of course, sir. I promise."

And he does try to keep that promise. He's a man of his word, after all,honest and true. It's the passage of time -of years- that makes those words become more fuzzy, their meaning not as potent.

The General's words drift to the very back of his mind, buried under career advancements, starting a family.

Life is good.

But, you know what they say: nothing good lasts forever.

And for Carrillo? If he'd have at all known what kind of hell was coming… He'd have held General Giménez's words closer to heart.

A lot closer.

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A/N: Wooo, General Giménez comin’ in hot with that life advice. This is a prologue chapter of sorts. A young 20 something Horacio Carrillo who is a natural born leader but also feels like he has to PROVE he’s a good leader was too fun of a concept not to toy with a little bit. This is set about 15 years PRIOR to the actual story. What do you all think so far?

Behind the scenes note about the title: I changed the title for this half a dozen times but eventually just went with my original idea. This was initially meant to be a one chapter, quick fic. My initial concept for this was that it was meant to just be my girl, Elena, and Carrillo getting caught up in the realities of the all out war going on around them, and they end up sharing a moment despite the fact that they shouldn't. The basic thought behind it was the whole 'we could die tomorrow, so fuck it. Let's do something stupid.' Carpe Diem, baby (Carpe Diem was one of my title ideas.) That didn't quite sit right after I thought about it for a while, though, so I decided to give the two more of a history, just to make the story a bit more well rounded. The concept of two people making a reckless decision in the midst of war became more of a background theme because of this, but it's still there underneath it all, hence why I kept the title of 'Guerra' (war).

The title also comes from this song.

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smokeybrand · 3 years

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Smokey brand Postmortem: You Suck

I don’t really talk about my love for Mortal Kombat near as much as i do for Marvel, Fate, Star Wars, or Batman, but i adore that bloody franchise. Seriously, the vast majority of this blog is just Marvel and Star Wars content but, i mean, I'm an Eighties baby. That was a massive chunk of our childhoods. See? Even in an essay bout Mortal Kombat, Marvel and Star Wars found it’s way into the conversation. I have a problem but that’s not the problem i want to address in this essay. The problem i have with this one, is the f*cking Mortal Kombat release that just dropped. F*ck did they get so much wrong! I haven’t felt this frustrated with a movie since The Old Guard. I wanted this to be a Comparison but, as i tried to coalesce my thoughts about both films, it became mad apparent to me that the Nineties version of this movie would runaway with it. How is it possible that a film which came out twenty-six years ago, sh*ts all over one with modern shooting techniques and effects? How can a PG-13 movie, saturated with tongue-in-cheek camp and constant nods to the camera, do the Enter the Dragon knock-off franchise more justice that the blockbuster, R-rated, third attempt? Yeah, so this is a postmortem now.

Issue: Cole Young

Why? F*cking why? Listen, I'm all for reimaginings. I love when people can take an established work, recontextualize it, and present something new but familiar. That’s why i keep seeing Batman movies. You can only tell that dude’s story so many times but it’s how you present that story which grabs me. I like the idea of Cole. A fresh face for the audience to view these fantastical circumstances through? Good idea. I hate the execution of Cole. Punk ass weenie who literally develops powers by getting his ass kicked, portrayed by an actor who can’t act, but brought in because of his stunt background, only to nerf the physicality of the role, relegating dude’s greatest strength to his greatest weakness? F*cking, why?

Fix 1: Drop Cole Young, Start Liu Kang

Look, Liu Kang IS Mortal Kombat. He’s their Ryu. He’s their Link. He’s their guy. Drop the family. Drop the Scorpion stuff. Drop the professional fight thrower shtick Build him up as a dude who learned all of this in the Buddhist orphanage he grew up in, denying all of it as just legend and storytelling, until he’s attacked by Sub-Zero. Force him to fight Subby-boy, only to get his ass beat without his Arcana, but have Jax save him just in time. Basically follow Cole’s plot going forward with an emphasis on Liu’s training.

Issue: Shang Tsung

Listen, Ng Chin Han is a get. Dude is a decent actor and i enjoyed he take on the shapeshifter but come on? If you’re not trying to do a Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, you’re doing it wrong. Shang Tsung should be snarky, quippy, and overconfident. This dude has won nine straight Mortal Kombat tournaments. It’s fine for him to be conniving and deceitful, Deadly Alliance, but this version of Shang is just too flaccid for the title. Hell, when Tagawa came back for the game, he STILL exuded that same smarmy energy and it was perfect.

Fix 2: Give Shang Tsung more agency

I, personally, love smarmy Shang Tsung but if you want to go different, go brutal. Make Shang the spear head of the offense. Give him a seen where he is just mowing down jobber monks in Raiden’s temple before getting real intimate with Hung Lao. Have Tsung absolutely brutalized Lao as Liu watches, breaking his neck before sucking the sole out of his limp body. You got an R, Lean into that sh*t. You gotta give Liu that Chan moment. Lao’s death not only establishes Shang as a straight up force, but activates Liu’s Arcana, fulfilling the prophecy.

Issue: The f*cking prophecy

Bro, you gotta get rid of all the Scorpion prophecy sh*t. That doesn’t fit. It doesn’t make any sense. The prophecy is supposed to be a foreshadowing of Outworld’s downfall. Tying everything to Scorpion and Sub-Zero just because Ed Boon loves the character is kind of ridiculous. And that’s coming from me, a guy who uses Scorpion as his main since MKI. I love Scorpion, Dude is my favorite character in the entire franchise but giving him such a prominent role in this first film was a mistake.

Fix 3: Make it the Shaolin Prophecy

Have Shang Tsung send Sub-Zero into the Shaolin Temple with a team of Jobbers, probably Tarkatan or other Lin Kuei, and murder everyone. It is whispered that a great champion, kin to Master Kung Lao, would defeat the armies of Outworld, sealing Earthrealm off from the Emperor's grasp. baby Liu and Kung are saved, sent off to an orphanage in the US where they grow up in an orphanage run by a weird old man who tells stories. Eventually, the two separate, Kung returns to their homeland, Liu stays in the states, and they live their lives. Fast forward a bit and Shang gets wind that there are two survivors and he dispatches Sub-Zero to go after Liu. Fast forward to the temple, Liu reconnects with his cousin, Kung, who explains his powers activated during a battle against, let’s say... Baraka? Raiden feels it, recruits Kung Lao, who has been training in the temple ever since. He spars with Liu, teaching him the secrets her learned from Master Bo Rai Cho, until Raiden’s Temple is singed. Everything lays out like it did in the film except Liu watched Lao die at the hand of Shang, his Dragon Arcana activates, and the Sorcerer knows he dun goof’d.

Issue: Fights

The fighting sucked in this, man. It was shot like none of the principal actors were physical enough to pull off the fight scenes, which is ridiculous, because that opening scene was exceptional and those dues are old as f*ck. The dude who plays Scorpion, Hiroyuki Sanada, is f*cking sixty, man. You’re telling me these youngsters with actual stunt backgrounds, can’t give me a scrap as entertaining as a sixty year old man? Word?

Fix 4: Oh, there’s a lot here, bud

First, shoot the scraps better. Holy sh*t, that Taken editing was stupid. We live in an age of John Wick, The Raid, and Jason Bourne films, but you chose to shoot these scenes like this? Really? Bro, no. Hell, the fights in Enter the Dragon are some of the best I've eve seen and that motherf*cker dropped forty-eight years ago. Just do whatever he f*ck they did, just do it with a modern twist. Two, cast motherf*ckers that can believable execute the choreography. The chick that played Sonya in the first one, had to learn her fighting n set during the downtime of production because she as late to the shoot. THAT chick was a more believable fighter than the dude who played Cole and that was his f*cking job before he was an actor! F*cking, how?? Three, hire better stunt coordinators. These fights needed to be plotted out much better. Sure, fatalities are cool and special moves are awesome but they aren’t necessary. Liu Kang through one fireball in the first MK film and it was ll the better for it. I don’t need giant flame dragons and head claps and sh*t, i just need brutal, intense, violence inflicted upon a person. These people are in the fight for their lives. I need to feel that. Four, hire more jobbers. Too many actual named characters died in this movie. Too many actual named characters appeared in this movie. Why the f*ck was Nitara in this?

Look, there’s still SO much i would change about this flick. The costumes, the tone, the choice in music, the writing; All need to be adjusted. I would hold Scorpion back until sequel. Have him breaking out of the Netherrealm as a post credit stinger or something. This movie is broken and i think that’s because WB just made this thing to secure rights or a a backdoor pilot for HBO max content. Either way, this movie is bad, man and it didn’t have to be. You can make dope ass, martial arts films, on the cheap, especially when you “ground them in reality.” Why the f*ck didn’t that happen here? How the f*ck is the budget so high, and the film so cheap looking? I miss the ingenuity of the Eighties. Cats had to figure out how to make sh*t work because CG was too expensive. Now, that sh*t is everywhere and it’s a detriment to film. That sh*t takes casualties out of practical films and Mortal Kombat is definitely one of those.

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taekookficrecs · 4 years

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Do you have any taekook average/long fics related to mafia/gang stuffs with a hint of angst and smut? (Top tae if possible) Thank you ! ❤

helloooo !! gang aus coming up :) these might not have all the elements each of you are looking for (especially the angst since these aus tend to be pretty heavy) but i hope you can enjoy them nonetheless.

Kiss With a Fist - byeolguk (( 30/? | M | 187,718 ))

“Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him.

“Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in.

Taekook Prison Au

The Viper and His Bunny - buttercupguk (sselizabeth) (( 29/? | M | 241,895 ))

Taehyung had the entirety of Seoul in the palm of his hand, known venomously as the Viper for his reckless trigger finger. He never thought he'd be good for anything but killing—until he fell upon the bunny hybrid who'd been to hell and back twice, with eyes as starry as the solar system and a heart just as big.

Featuring right-hand man and assassin Jimin, intelligence ace Namjoon, designated doctor Hoseok, and war criminal Yoongi.

“There are people out there who would destroy this city to take me down. You know they'll try to get to you, right, bunny?"

One ear lopped over, Jungkook said petulantly, "Let them try. They won't get far."

Baby doll, you’re perfect - BTSLarryAf (( 34/34 | E | 117,194 ))

Yoongi got involved in a gang activity to take care of himself and especially his baby brother because they had horrible childhood. He’s been trying to keep Taehyung away from that world to keep him safe. The younger lived with their grandparents but after both of them die, Yoongi has no choice but to bring Taehyung to live with him and the gang to keep him safe.

His boss Jeongguk isn’t fond of the idea of an annoying kid living with them but somehow Taehyung gets under his skin. He gets a perfect idea – he might have some fun with corrupting the innocent guy and get some occasional good fuck from it. Little does he know that Taehyung has darkness inside him, darkness that slowly starts coming up on surface and infatuates the gangster. And over time, Taehyung makes a way into the boss’ cold heart.

down to the needle - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 50,445 ))

Where Taehyung focused on bold, strong edges, Jeongguk was all about delicacy and attention to detail. Two sides of the same coin that perhaps shouldn't have ever met in the first place. However, once Jeongguk starts to get to know him, he just can't pull away.

But I Still Want You - shargukkie (( 14/14 | E | 33,044 ))

After breaking into a building own by the feared tech gang, the Kim Group, Jungkook found himself on a run to escape from being caught that brought him to walking all alone in a deserted highway. That was when he received a free lift from a passing driver named Taehyung without knowing the real danger that awaited him.

It’s Getting Ugly! - meganni (( 1/1 | E | 39,123 ))

Basically, Jeongguk and Taehyung are in a gang that is full of individuals with mental health problems, most of which they refuse to face. So what the two of them do is basically go with it.

And oh, they have loads of filthy sex on the side.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma - locks (( 8/8 | E | 61,449 ))

Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

House of Cards - sugamins (( 25/25 | E | 394,890 ))

Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

lover not a fighter, but i’ll fight for what i love - suninhersmile (( 51/51 | E | 195,669 ))

Jungkook leaned into his hand, nuzzling his palm. Warmth shot down Taehyung’s arm.

“I want you to take care of me, TaeTae hyungie,” he mumbled. He kissed the palm of his hand, his lips soft and plump against the rough skin. “I like you a lot.”

Warmth bloomed in Taehyung’s chest. He felt his eyes soften as he looked at Jungkook, and he smiled slightly.

“I like you a lot, too,” he whispered.

Kim Taehyung didn't know what to expect when he was hired to protect the son of South Korea's most notorious gang leader, but he certainly never expected to fall in love with him.

[read the tags!!]

Taste of Ink - sugamins (( 12/12 | M | 128,177 ))

Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa.

One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang.

Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.

But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.

Dragons destroy and stars explode.

Only Breathing - Aquiver - Sharleena (( 1/1 | E | 24,388 ))

Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook's hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen.

“Do you still quiver when I touch you?”

“Always.”

of smokey bars and burning hearts - madeliefie (( 11/11 | N/R | 47,106 ))

The boy -man- is beautiful. The way the light shines on his face tugs at Jeongguk's heartstrings and for the first time in his life, he's caught off guard. Jeongguk knows he isn't going to heaven and he figures that this boy is the closest thing to an angel he'll get.

Taehyung wants the world to know who he is and Jeongguk is dangerous enough to make that happen.

Red Dragon on a back - narcisara (( 8/8 | E | 33,361 ))

“I hope you understand. Please, don't expect that if you ask me to drop everything, I'll actually do it, because I can't and won't,” Jeongguk adds, turning around, his face is serious, his lips forming a straight line.

Taehyung doesn't know what being yourself around someone else means, Jeongguk is there to show him.

abyssal - smoltae (( 37/37 | G | 70,426 ))

Jeon Jeongguk has always appreciated rare, beautiful things. And Kim Taehyung? He is as rare and beautiful as they come.

or, Jeongguk is a mobster with a weakness for rare art, and Taehyung is the only captive mermaid in Seoul. And maybe, they are meant to save each other.

You’re my snow - froot_loops, regina_phalagne (( 18/18 | N/R | 52,422 ))

Taehyung expected his life to be endangered, given that his brother is working for Seoul's biggest underground organization (which really is just a fancy word for Mafia if you asked Tae), yet he didn’t expect a dark haired stranger bursting in while he was taking a bath.

Bang Bang, You Shot Me Down - orphan_account (( 9/9 | E | 82,760 ))

“Revenge, Jeongguk, is a dish best served cold. Fuck that.” Taehyung grinned, both hands on Jeongguk's hips. “It’s hot outside and my blood is boiling. Together, baby, we’ll serve it ablaze.”

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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years

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Duality At Its Finest - TaeKook Drabble

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A/N: So the behind the scenes video of Black Swan had me dead, mostly because of one Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

Enjoy.

Pairing: Bottom!Taehyung X Top!Jungkook

Rating: M

Words: 6856

Smut, fluff

DISCLAIMER/WARNING(?): In this story, Taehyung kinda has a kink for Jungkook’s tiny waist and he makes reference to how much he loves it. I DO NOT want anyone to think I’m body shaming other body types with this fic, as that is not my intention. All body types are beautiful, Taehyung just specifically has a thing for Jungkook’s waist in this story.

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Sometimes Taehyung forgot just how much his boyfriend embodied the word duality.

Jungkook was his baby boy more often than not, pouty and adorable when he demanded his hyung’s attention. He liked to steal Taehyung’s sweaters and give the older his mesmerizing little doe eyes to help him get out of trouble when the other inevitably came looking for his missing clothes. The pink that stained Jungkook’s cheeks whenever he got shy (which was a lot when the older was teasing him all the time) was one of Taehyung’s favorite things ever.

The other half of the maknae’s personality, however, the one that only ever showed itself every once in a while...now that was a side of him not many got to see. Taehyung could only describe this side of Jungkook as alpha male. The younger oozed dominance and confidence when he was like this, and his normally flitting eyes pierced into the older and kept him pinned in place. The fans caught glimpses of this Jungkook on stage when the maknae got caught up in the intensity of a song, but they never got to see everything. Not like Taehyung did.

It had been a while since Taehyung had seen that side of his boyfriend, and though he obviously hadn’t forgotten about it, it had settled in the back of his mind like a book on the shelf of his memories.

The filming set for Black Swan was at a closed-down theater in LA. Though it wasn’t that big space-wise, it was grand in the sense that every corner of it was decorated to appear lavish and vintage.

The outfits matched the setting perfectly. One set of white suits, accented with black, for the scene where they were in the dark except for the spotlight shining on them on the stage. The second set consisted of black suits that complimented the decor in the lobby of the theater.

However, Taehyung’s favorite outfits by far were the third set. They were black like the second set, but a little more casual wear than the suits. Now, Taehyung liked his own outfit of wide pants and just a blazer covering his torso, buttoned low, but the reason he really loved this set was because of Jungkook’s outfit.

Simple black trousers that hugged his thighs, a form-fitting turtleneck shirt, and shiny dress shoes. The clothing itself was a sight to behold on the maknae’s body but it was the corset that pulled the whole outfit together - literally.

Taehyung had to calm his twitching dick as he watched from the corner of the dressing room as one of the staff members helped pull the corset tighter around Jungkook’s waist. Each tug at the strings was like a tug on his self-restraint. They didn’t make it too tight on the maknae and Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not. All he really knew was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the leather-like corset around his waist.

Bangtan as a whole had typically stayed away from heavy eyeliner or dark makeup since their Danger era ended, but they brought it back every now and then. Jungkook sported a light smokey eye that brought even more attention to those chocolate brown eyes that Taehyung swore could hold the universe in them.

The maknae turned in Taehyung’s direction after getting finished up with the stylist and caught his lingering gaze. The older saw a flash of the all too familiar bunny-in-headlights look from Jungkook before it faded into a knowing smirk.

Taehyung had to keep from biting his tongue in shock as Jungkook sauntered his way over to him, confidence oozing from every stride, every intentional sway of his hips. All of a sudden, Taehyung wanted to hide Jungkook away from prying eyes, wanted to keep him all to himself.

“Like what you see, hyung?” Jungkook asked him once he reached him, quiet enough in the busy dressing room that only the two of them could hear it.

“You know I do,” the older countered, trying not to stumble over his words. “This outfit, though...I especially like what I see.”

The maknae grinned and hummed, “I do quite like this corset. I’ve never worn one before, but the tightness actually feels kind of nice.”

“Not to mention that it's doing wonders to show off your amazing waist,” Taehyung added. He couldn’t hold himself back from reaching out with one hand and running the tips of his fingers over the leather-like material wrapped around the younger’s torso.

Taehyung loved and appreciated every part of his boyfriend, but there had always just been something about the younger’s waist that drew him in. Usually hidden by loose clothing, Jungkook’s waist was inexplicably tiny and one of Taehyung’s favorite things to do was wrap his big hands around it and see just how small the maknae looked when they could fit nearly all the way around.

“Maybe I’ll see if I can keep it after the shoot is over,” Jungkook said, nudging the older’s hand away when he saw a few staff members looking their way.

Taehyung opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by their manager, Sejin, who immediately hurried them all out of the dressing room and towards the final set for the music video.

Apparently, they only had a couple of hours left before everyone was done for the day. When they’re all so used to shooting videos in Korea where they’ll film into the night and sometimes the next day, being in America was strange. As soon as five o’clock in the evening hit, the work day was over.

Keeping his eyes off of Jungkook was always a problem of Taehyung’s, especially when they were performing or filming and the maknae was in his element, his eyes darkened with determination and confidence. He’d learned to be discreet, but hell if it wasn’t difficult to be discreet when Jungkook was looking like this.

The contrast of both graceful and hard hitting movements in the choreography was enchanting and the maknae’s outfit seemed to fit the concept perfectly. Taehyung thanked whoever was out there that muscle memory allowed him to keep up with the dance while he was basically drooling over Jungkook’s alluring performance the whole time. The corset accentuated his tiny waist, and kept drawing the older’s gaze in.

By the time the shoot was finally over, Taehyung was hiding his half-chub and praying that no one noticed anything. While he was a pretty chill and open person, he still felt uncomfortably vulnerable with strangers seeing him aroused. Thankfully the pants he was wearing were both black and loose and along with the large blazer, helped conceal his half-boner fairly well.

While they filmed the wrap up for the behind the scenes episode, Taehyung tried his best to ignore the fact that Jungkook had draped himself over his back, his muscular arms wrapped around his chest. He tried his best to ignore the way the younger’s simple touch added to the growing wildfire in his abdomen.

Taehyung dashed into the dressing room bathroom as soon as the makeup artists had helped him remove most of the makeup and the stylists had handed him a change of clothes. He let out a sigh of relief once he was alone, glad to be away from the crowd of people.

He was just beginning to unbutton his blazer when he heard tapping on the door. One tap, then three in succession, then one more.

Jungkook.

Taehyung couldn’t help the fond smile that played on his lips at the secret code knock the two maknaes had created back during their debut days.

The older reached to unlock the door and then opened it a bit, allowing for Jungkook to slip in with him. The younger’s face had been cleaned of his makeup as well, and Taehyung thought he looked just as stunning. The breakout on the maknae’s chin, the little mole under his lip, the hint of darkness under his eyes - he was nothing but devastatingly gorgeous. His eyes looked bigger now that they’d been cleared of the dark makeup, wide and shining in the way that made Taehyung’s heart beat just a little bit faster.

“Beautiful,” he couldn’t help but mumble.

Jungkook blushed and darted his eyes away, letting out a breathy giggle at the compliment.

“You want to talk about beautiful,” Jungkook began, smile bright on his face. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“Stop. I’m nothing compared to the way you look right now.”

“I don’t know, Tae,” Jungkook put his hands on the older’s shoulder’s and let his gaze follow as they slid slowly down his arms. “You look good no matter what you wear, but there’s something about this all-black ensemble that really gets me. Oh, and with your hair like that,” one of the maknae’s hands moved back up Taehyung’s arm so he could run his fingers the hair at the side of his hyung’s head. “Long, dark, wavy - you look like a handsome demon prince or something.”

“I’ll take that,” Taehyung replied, if only to cover up how shy he felt. “Some of the music video staff were definitely giving us both some looks earlier.”

Jungkook nodded, remembering the feeling of lustful eyes following him. “It’s so strange here, most of them weren’t even trying to hide how they were feeling.” His hands fell to help Taehyung finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“We get looks like that back home too,” Taehyung replied, “But more people there try to hide their sexuality so it’s not always easy to spot.”

Jungkook frowned and hummed as they let the conversation die off. The topic of being open about sexuality hit a little too close to home for both of them but they shook it off.

The blazer was pushed off of Taehyung’s shoulders and fell to the floor in a heap. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the older man knew that he should pick up the clothing and hang it up properly, especially considering the potential price of the item, but unsurprisingly, Jungkook running his hands over his bare chest brought back his entire focus to his boyfriend.

Jungkook’s fingers were tracing lightly over his pecs, brushing against his nipples teasingly as his eyes followed, darkening a little with what Taehyung knew was desire.

His hyung accepted the touch and in response let his arms slither around Jungkook’s waist. The younger was still fully dressed in the outfit that Taehyung loved so much, the corset still snug around his middle. His hands moved like they had their own brain, immediately wrapping tightly to see how close they were to going all the way around his waist. They never went all the way, and they never would, because that would mean Jungkook was unhealthily skinny and Taehyung would die before letting that happen.

Taehyung leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Jungkook’s lips, startling the younger out of his admiring of his hyung’s torso.

He melted into the kiss as soon as the split-second shock had passed, responding with the same fervor as his hyung was displaying. His hands slipped back up to Taehyung’s shoulders and settled at the back of his neck, fingers carding through the dark strands of hair at his nape.

They were now able to pull each other fully against each other without limbs getting in the way, and so neither wasted any time getting close and pressing together as much as their bodies would allow. Any closer and they would be one person.

Their heads tilted in practiced synchronization, the new angle allowing them to deepen the kiss. Jungkook teasingly pulled his hyung’s bottom lip between his own and gave it a harsh nip.

Taehyung responded with a groan of pleasure, his hands nearly frantically running up and down the maknae’s sides, from the top of his thighs to his ribs. Then he took control of the kiss and nudged the younger’s pink lips with his tongue.

Jungkook’s lips parted instinctively and he let out a moan of his own as the older man explored his mouth. His grip on Taehyung’s hair tightened to a point that it had to be painful, but they both knew that only added to the older’s pleasure.

“HEY!”

A shout from just outside the door, followed by firm knocking, caused the two to part from each other with jolt and then a sigh.

“You two better not be fucking in there!” Jimin continued, “Jin-hyung made reservations at a restaurant and you’re going to make us late!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes even though the older Busan native couldn’t see him. “We’re just changing, Jimin. Relax.”

Jimin’s responding huff was muffled by the door, “Just changing, my ass! I heard those moans of yours, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Okay, Okay!” Taehyung interrupted, “We’ll be out in three minutes, ChimChim.”

“Three minutes,” Jimin repeated, “A second longer and you’ll get a good butt whopping from me. Yoongi-hyung, too. He’s starving... Anyways, just get going!”

The two maknaes snorted and shook their heads knowingly as they heard Jimin walk away.

“Ah, so that’s why he wants us to get going,” Jungkook chuckled.

Taehyung hummed, amused and fond, “Jimin truly would do anything to make Yoongi-hyung happy.”

“I believe the scientific term for that is whipped,” Jungkook replied, causing them both to let out a laugh.

Jungkook admired his hyung’s adorable, boxy smile as Taehyung continued undressing himself. The maknae followed suit, only to find that he couldn’t undo the corset by himself. “Hyung, can you help me?”

The older looked back up to see Jungkook turned away from him, gesturing blindly to the area where the corset was tied at the back. Taehyung licked his lips and gathered himself before taking a few steps closer and undoing the ties at the back.

They both heard it when Jungkook let out a breath of relief as the corset loosened. Taehyung was again reminded of his aching dick contained only by his boxers, as that was the only article of clothing covering him. At the sound of the younger’s pleased sigh, the teasing, mischievous side of Taehyung took over. He smirked before grabbing hold of the strings and giving them a good, hard tug.

Along with just tightening the corset and suddenly snagging the air from Jungkook’s lungs, this also served to throw him off balance and he started falling backwards. Taehyung was there, of course, to catch him and hold him against his chest.

“Fuck, hyung,” the maknae mewled a little breathlessly, his head thrown back against the older man’s shoulder.

“Oh, did you like that, Kook?” Taehyung teased.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I did,” Jungkook answered honestly. As he straightened himself up, he pouted, “The stylists said I can’t take the corset home, though.”

Taehyung too frowned a bit, now helping the younger out of said corset properly. He knew better than to keep a whipped Jimin waiting long. “That’s alright, maybe we can order some online for you. So we can play properly.”

Jungkook fought the urge to shiver at his hyung’s words. He instead just nodded as he slipped himself out of his turtleneck shirt and pants. “I’d like that. I’ll take a look later.”

The two of them finished changing into their casual clothes in comfortable silence, just enjoying their time together as they always did.

Once they were finished, they faced each other again. Jungkook was the one to lean in this time and press a brief but loving kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“Alright,” Taehyung said, “Let’s get going before both of our small hyungs beat our asses.”

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Over a month had passed since the shooting of the Black Swan music video. As it was going to be a surprise release for ARMY, all the members had to keep quiet about it’s existence. None of them were particularly good at keeping secrets from their fans, but they did their best because they couldn’t wait to read the frantic and hilarious tweets and comments that would no doubt fill social media when it was finally released.

As the seven members sat down to film their own reaction to the final cut of the video just a few minutes before it’s release, Taehyung was half-surprised that he was sat next to Jungkook. The staff often separated them for being too clingy, even though none of them knew about the true nature of their relationship.

Taehyung was immediately mesmerized by Jungkook in every scene, which wasn’t surprising in the slightest. The second youngest found himself biting the inside of his lip as he waited in anticipation to see the maknae appear in that familiar corset.

Jungkook was complimenting Jimin’s dance skills, and though Taehyung stayed quiet through most of it, he had to agree. His fellow ninety-five liner was perfect for the solo dance shots shown in between their group ones. Jimin was even wearing a corset similar to Jungkook’s and looked pretty damn good.

Out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung saw Yoongi lean back in his seat. Because he was sitting pressed up against him, Taehyung also heard every time his breath hitched. Jimin obviously couldn’t hear it as he hadn’t bothered to look away from the screen, and Taehyung honestly wanted to laugh at how stupid those two were being. They both quite clearly liked each other as more than just friends, and yet they refused to believe that the other could feel the same way.

Taehyung’s attention was taken back to the music video when Jungkook finally showed up wearing that fucking corset - the bane of his existence.

The maknae had that familiar, confident look in his eye as he sang his part, and damn did Taehyung feel like Jungkook was staring right into his soul.

The video continued on, and Taehyung realized that he hadn’t once tried to pay attention to his own parts as he maybe should have, too distracted by a certain someone.

Then, Jungkook in his corset was back on the screen. Taehyung watched as the maknae shut his eyes and spread his arms wide, leaning back and allowing himself to dangle over the balcony of the theater as the camera followed, playing with the speed of the clip. Jungkook’s neck was bared, his body splayed out in a position all too familiar to Taehyung. It reminded him of when he had the maknae underneath him, writhing and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Now Taehyung’s breath was the one hitching. He found himself replaying that one part - only a few seconds long - over and over again in his head, even as the video came to a close and the others began chatting about how good it came out. The voices of his members seemed muffled, far away, as Taehyung’s mind chanted Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. He was lucky to even remember to add some of his own comments for the video.

As the staff cut the camera and everyone went about getting ready for dance practice, Taehyung caught Jungkook gazing at him, a knowing look on his face and a smirk playing on his lips. Perhaps he hadn’t been as good at hiding his arousal as he’d thought.

The next few hours were torturous, filled with Taehyung trying his best not to watch Jungkook while he danced. Every time he caught a glimpse of the maknae, all he could think about was that outfit.

It was later that night that Jungkook pulled Taehyung into his room and pushed him against the door. He was only half-surprised as he was well aware of the fact that they had the next day off.

“Hi, hyung,” the younger said innocently, as if he wasn’t using his strength to keep Taehyung pressed to the door and his hands pinned at his sides. He would have looked more the part too if it wasn’t for the smokey makeup around his eyes.

Though slightly breathless from the sudden movement, Taehyung found himself chuckling, “Hi, Kook.”

Jungkook’s gaze moved down the other’s face, landing on his hyung’s plush lips. Without anymore hesitation, he dove forwards and pressed their mouths together in a hot kiss.

The older man moaned and parted his lips, allowing Jungkook to slip his wandering tongue into his mouth. Taehyung’s hands itched to bury themselves in the maknae’s dark locks, but they were held forcefully at his sides by Jungkook’s firm grip.

Kissing was something that had always come easy to them. Kissing was like cuddling or hugging in their relationship, something that came as naturally as breathing. They could spend hours just kissing each other softly, just enjoying each other’s company.

Not today, though. Both of them could feel the tension in the air between them, both of them knew what they wanted.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jungkook murmured against his lips, reluctant to pull away completely.

Taehyung hummed, “I love surprises.”

Jungkook grinned, “Go lay on the bed, Tae.”

Once he was released from the maknae’s grip, Taehyung wasted no time in doing what the other asked of him. When he settled himself against the pillows, the older man looked up and took notice for the first time the silky maroon robe tied around Jungkook’s body.

The talk about corsets the two of them had over a month ago had been the last time they’d been able to talk about it. Taehyung couldn’t help but hope that Jungkook’s surprise had something to do with that. The maknae had said he was going to look around online.

“Sometimes our busy schedules really piss me off,” Jungkook announced as he walked over the desk in the corner of his room and picked up his phone. He pressed a few buttons and then the beginning notes of a familiar song began to play through the speakers. “I’ve had this set up for you for weeks but I couldn’t find a good time until now.”

It took Taehyung a moment to realize that it was not quite their song Black Swan playing. It was the familiar instrumentals, but they had been remixed with some of the orchestra version and no singing.

Jungkook looked over at him and smiled, “My own remix.” He walked over to the middle of the room and stood there a little shyly. His leg kept twisting in cutely and a light blush stained his cheeks. “Uh, I asked Jiminie to help me with some of the dance. I hope you like it.”

Dance? Jungkook was going to dance for him?

Yeah, Taehyung was officially going to die.

His heart was already picking up speed in his chest as the younger turned around and stood in a simple beginning stance. Even with Jungkook facing the other way, Taehyung could see the change in his demeanor like the flick of a switch.

The maknae’s shoulders straightened with confidence, the shy bunny look from just a moment ago long gone. Taehyung watched, entranced, as Jungkook untied the belt of his robe and slipped the fabric slowly off of his shoulders, revealing some white lace. As the robe fell lower, the older man admired the tanned skin of his boyfriend’s back, covered only in the thin lace that was slowly fading from white to black.

And then came the corset.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the black lace corset that started mid-back and slimmed at the waist before branching back out around the younger’s hips. The style was different from the one from their video shoot, this one encasing more of the maknae’s drool-worthy torso and appearing softer in a way than the leather one hadn’t.

The corset stopped at Jungkook’s hip bones and below that he wore matching black lace panties. They fit snugly and showed off a good amount of his wonderful ass. Taehyung bit his lip as his fingers twitched with the urge to grab that firm butt.

Jungkook’s legs were wholly uncovered, long and muscled and there for Taehyung to drool over. He definitely didn’t mind his boyfriend’s preference for smooth, hairless legs either. Not one bit.

Once the robe was discarded to the side completely, Jungkook began his choreography. The maknae gracefully moved his lace-covered arms up and down at his sides, mimicking the motions of a graceful swan.

As the notes in the song picked up, Jungkook spun around to face his hyung straight on. The two of them immediately locked eyes and the younger’s mouth quirked just slightly at the side, smug. The long-sleeved lace top was thin enough that Taehyung could see Jungkook’s dusty nipples and the definition of the muscles in his arms moving beneath his skin. A tease of two of his favorite things.

Jungkook began a routine that looked effortless, a simple contemporary dance that had obvious elements of Jimin’s help in it. Taehyung wasn’t sure whether he wanted to curse or thank his fellow ninety-five liner for assisting his boyfriend in choreographing a seductive dance for him, but it was probably the latter.

As the maknae continued with some intricate floor work that had Taehyung completely enraptured, their eyes never diverted from each other. Jungkook got on his knees and flung his head back, exposing his unmarked neck for the older’s pleasure.

Taehyung wanted nothing more than to mark it up with a beautiful array of purple and pink, wanted to stake his claim so that everyone would know just who Jungkook belonged to. Years of being forced to hide their relationship and having to allow others to flirt with him would do that to a man.

Alas, Taehyung knew they had to maintain their secret, so he would just have to mark up another, more easily covered place on the maknae’s body.

Later, though, because presently Jungkook was on his hands and knees, eyes locked sharply on the other’s own as he crawled over to his hyung like a big cat stalking its prey.

Taehyung’s thighs parted automatically, allowing space for the younger. He was painfully hard at that point, the tent in his sweatpants hiding absolutely nothing from the other.

Jungkook wasted no time in settling himself in the older’s lap, crawling closer still and sliding his legs around Taehyung’s waist. His hands went to the other’s shoulders, his fingers playing with the long dark locks at Taehyung’s nape.

The song came to a close, leaving only the sound of the two of them breathing heavily to echo in the room.

“Did you like my dance, hyung?” the maknae asked after a few moments to catch his breath, his face only a few centimetres away from the older man’s. He would appear to be saying it innocently to anyone else, but Taehyung could see teasing glint in his eye that told him otherwise.

He let out a growl at the younger’s words, his hands moving from Jungkook’s hips to his back, pulling him in closer. “What do you fucking think, baby?”

Jungkook let out a pleased moan when Taehyung shifted and thrusted his hips up. His dick was undoubtedly hard, poking at the maknae’s pantie-covered ass.

“I knew you’d like it,” Jungkook smirked victoriously, letting out a happy giggle. “You can never keep your eyes off of me whenever we have something even remotely sexual in our choreo.”

Taehyung hummed, not denying his words. “Actually, I can’t keep my eyes off of you ever. You have my attention twenty-four seven, love.”

The younger man chuckled at his hyung’s cheesy words, “Good to know.”

“You were amazing, baby,” Taehyung praised, “I love watching you dance, but to have you dance specifically for me? Fuck, you made me so hard.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but squirm at the compliments, blushing and giggling out, “I know, hyung. I can feel you.” Teasingly, he pushed his hips down into Taehyung’s, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from the older as he did so. “Would you like me to help you with that?”

The maknae’s taunting words caused Taehyung’s eyes to narrow and the grip on the younger’s torso to tighten in warning. “I sure hope you do, you caused this after all.”

“Can I fuck you tonight, hyung?” Jungkook asked, kissing and nipping at the older man’s neck as he spoke.

Taehyung made a pleased noise, “I’d love that.”

As Jungkook began kissing at his collarbone, he pushed his hands up and under Taehyung’s shirt. His fingers glided over the softly toned abdomen in admiration and gave a tormenting flick to the older’s nipples.

“Off, hyung,” Jungkook ordered, mouth moving to taste the now exposed and hard nipples.

Taehyung groaned and complied, using one of his hands to all but tear the shirt off of his body, then moving to card through the younger man’s dark locks.

The maknae couldn’t help but grin proudly as he kissed and mouthed his way to the older’s waistband, now face to face with the sizable bulge in the front of his sweatpants. Jungkook palmed at the erection through the fabric, eyes flicking up to Taehyung when the older let out a grunt of pleasure.

A couple quick tugs to the sweatpants and Taehyung got the message to lift his hips, allowing the maknae to slip off the pants easily. Jungkook couldn’t say that he was surprised to see that his hyung hadn’t been wearing any underwear underneath, as the older had habit of doing so.

Taehyung’s hard cock hit his stomach and Jungkook’s eyes followed it hungrily. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing the base of the shaft with one hand and leaning forward to take the head into his mouth at the same time.

“Fuck, Kook!” the older hissed, grip tightening where it was still combing through Jungkook’s hair.

Big doe-like orbs looked up at him as he suckled on the tip, but Taehyung could see the deviousness in the gentle crinkle of skin around the younger’s eyes. Jungkook always had been eager to tease his hyung and watch him fall apart underneath him, especially in this kind of more confident, more dominant headspace.

The pull on the maknae’s hair became more harsh as Jungkook took Taehyung’s cock deeper into his mouth, letting it begin to stretch his throat. Tears rimmed Jungkook’s eyes at the feeling, giving them a pretty sparkle whenever they fluttered open enough for Taehyung to catch his gaze.

There was something about watching the younger man crouched between his legs, still wearing his lingerie and corset, that made all this hotter for Taehyung. Maybe it was something possessive and primal in him that reveled in the fact that he knew no one would ever see Jungkook like this but him. A voice in the back of his head growled, “Mine!”

“So beautiful for me, Kookie,” Taehyung moaned, feeling his hair beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat.

With all the built up tension of the last few months, it wasn’t all that surprising when Taehyung felt himself reaching his orgasm quickly. Before he could warn Jungkook, the younger man pulled himself off of his dick with a lewd pop and leaned up to kiss him.

It was dirty, the way their tongues twined together and their lips clashed messily. Taehyung could taste himself in the maknae’s mouth and didn’t mind it all that much. The part of him that was annoyed at having his release taken away made him nip roughly at the younger’s bottom lip until it was swollen and dark pink.

Jungkook shuffled around while distracting his hyung with kisses, so it took a moment for the older to realize that he’d hastily removed the black lace panties he’d been wearing. The younger man preferred to be clean-shaven everywhere, including the pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

Taehyung admired the smooth skin of Jungkook’s cock and balls with a wandering hand before the younger man gently pushed him back into a laying position.

There was a moment of the bedside drawer rolling open and then shut before Jungkook was back in his vision, a bottle of lube in his hand. “Can I stretch you out, Tae?”

In lieu of a verbal response, Taehyung spread his legs and bent his knees until he was presenting his ass to the younger. He was still panting from Jungkook’s blowjob, and could barely manage to make a sound at all, let alone a coherent sentence. He hoped that the lust and want in his eyes was answer enough.

Jungkook obviously understood the older if his darkening eyes were anything to go by. The younger slicked up his fingers generously with forced patience as he took in the smooth, tan skin of his hyung’s ass. His hands were on him the second he finished, one gripping at one of his ass cheeks and the other going straight for his pink hole.

Taehyung bit at his own lip in attempt to quiet his loud moaning as the younger pressed his middle finger past his rim. Jungkook kept a close eye on his hyung’s responses as he slowly began thrusting in and out of him.

“M-More. I can take more,” Taehyung panted out, finding enough of his voice to be able to speak again.

“Already?” Jungkook quirked a teasing eyebrow, “Have you been touching yourself here since we were last together like this, hyung?”

The true last time they had been together was the beginning of January, and it had been a quick session of Taehyung jerking them both off with one of his hands.

What Jungkook was referring to was back in mid-December, when they’d found a good night to fuck and the maknae wasted no time in doing so, fucking his hyung hard into their hotel room mattress and leaving him in a thoroughly debauched state.

“Yes,” Taehyung replied, trying not to let the shy blush tint his cheeks too much. “Don’t be an ass, you know I have.”

Jungkook hummed as he slid in another finger easily inside his hyung’s hole. They wiggled around and scissored, stretching Taehyung’s walls. The actions were unnecessarily rushed but the truth was that the maknae was getting too turned on to tease the older for much longer anyways.

“Ha-ahhh!” Taehyung nearly came from shock as the younger man pressed in three fingers without warning and curved them upwards to hit that bundle of nerves that made him see stars. “D-Don’t - I’ll come before you can even get in me.”

Though the words weren’t anything different from their usual lewd conversations, it seemed to be the breaking point for the maknae. Jungkook growled and grabbed at Taehyung’s thighs, pushing them further up and into his body to expose his ass even more.

Taehyung reached down between them as the younger crawled closer and lined up Jungkook’s aching cock at his entrance. It took a few pokes before the tip of his dick finally slipped past the rim and entered a few inches. The older man moved to clutch at Jungkook’s shoulders as he slid home, filling him to the hilt with one harsh motion.

Both of them inhaled sharply - Taehyung at the overwhelming feeling of being so full, and Jungkook at the way his hyung’s asshole instantly squeezed around his cock.

“Oh, fuck! You feel so good, love.” Taehyung whined.

Jungkook grit his teeth as he struggled to hold himself back, but he knew he needed to give his hyung time to adjust. “You’re so tight around my cock, baby.” Jungkook groaned.

It didn’t take long before Taehyung wiggled his hips, a signal to the younger man that he could move.

The two of them were very versatile when it came to sex - they liked it both slow and sensual, as well as hard and fast. It all depended on the mood they were in. Today they found themselves somewhere in the middle with rhythm-less movements and alternating strength behind the thrusts.

Taehyung’s hands were ever-wandering, never settling in one place on the younger’s body. In his dark locks, pulling at the strands, or touching his sculpted biceps over the lace. Most of the time, they ended up at the maknae’s sides, just below his ribs. Taehyung felt the stiff fabric of the corset underneath his fingertips, felt how it gently narrowed Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook was beginning to lose himself in the emotions overcoming him, hips never stopping their harsh motions as he pounded into the older man’s ass. A thin sheen of sweat formed on his forehead now as well, his breath coming in harder pants as that familiar coil in his abdomen tightened.

The maknae looked beautiful above Taehyung, dressed in his lingerie and fucking the older man like his life depended on it. The way his mouth parted and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure was enough to bring Taehyung back to the brink of his orgasm.

“K-Kook,” he choked out, “C-Can’t hold it-”

“Me neither,” Jungkook replied, sounding just as shaky and high on the pleasure as his hyung. He held himself above Taehyung on one arm while the other moved to take Taehyung’s cock into his hand. The touch caused the older man to groan and his hips to stutter where they met Jungkook thrusts. “Come for me, hyung. I’m almost there.”

It only took a few good pumps to Taehyung’s aching dick for him to fall over the edge, gasping out Jungkook’s name and spurting milky cum all over his own stomach and the maknae’s hand.

“A-Ah!” Jungkook couldn’t hold back his loud moan as the older man’s ass squeezed around his cock. His orgasm washed over him, his hips slowly coming to a stop as ropes of his release shot into Taehyung.

The highs of their orgasms slowly faded and Jungkook let his body weight fall completely onto his hyung’s. His face was buried in Taehyung’s neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and Taehyung.

They laid together for a few minutes before reluctantly moving to clean themselves up. Taehyung silently assisted Jungkook in undoing his corset and then finally removing the lingerie he still had on after they entered the en suite and turned on the shower. They were quiet as Jungkook gave his body a quick wash while intermittently pressing kisses to Taehyung’s lips.

“You finish up while I go change the bedding, okay?” his voice was quiet and a little raspy from blowing Taehyung earlier.

The older man hummed and kissed his cheek quickly before he left. Taehyung washed the cum out of his ass and allowed the hot water to wash away the stickiness of his sweat. When he returned to Jungkook’s bedroom dressed in new sweatpants and a t-shirt, he felt clean, warm, and fully sated.

The maknae had just finished up replacing the comforter on the bed and immediately crawled in after Taehyung. Jungkook had opted for sweatpants and no t-shirt, which Taehyung didn’t mind one bit.

Jungkook sidled up beside him and rested his head on the older man’s chest. He looked up at Taehyung with a shy smile on his face, “So...you liked my surprise?”

Seeing the timidness from his boyfriend when he had been dominant and confident just a little while ago, Taehyung realized he would probably never get used to Jungkook’s duality.

With a breathless chuckle, Taehyung reached up to run his hand soothingly through the younger man’s damp hair. “I didn’t like your surprise, Kook,” he corrected, “I loved it. You were amazing.”

Despite the bit of blush that tinted Jungkook’s cheeks, Taehyung could see that he also had a proud grin on his lips. “I wanted to look good for you.”

“You always look good for me,” Taehyung replied. “It was just especially hot to see you like that.”

“Yes,” Jungkook started sarcastically, “Because the dark bags under my eyes and the giant pimple on my cheek right now are so attractive.”

Taehyung hated it when the younger got insecure like this, but he had accepted it as a part of Jungkook a long time ago. Jungkook was always working on it, trying to be confident in himself, and that was all that anyone could ask of him. Taehyung was there with him too, to reinforce positive thoughts.

“They are,” the older man insisted, “They’re part of you, a beautiful angel.”

Jungkook huffed a chuckle and rolled his eyes, “Cheesy.”

“Though sometimes I think you’re not an angel, but a devil.” Taehyung continued, “You’re the epitome of everything I want and you have me wrapped around your finger. It’s like you were sent up from hell just to lure me into sinning.”

“Okay, too much,” Jungkook giggled, “You’re so dramatic sometimes.”

“It’s true, though.”

Jungkook hummed noncommittally, but his eyes were brighter. “I feel the same way about you too, you know. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life.”

“And you call me dramatic,” Taehyung teased, despite the blush on his own cheeks. “I love you.”

Jungkook smiled, his eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. He looked like a cute little bunny. “I love you too, hyung.”

Taehyung really couldn’t help himself when he leaned forward and pulled the younger by the chin into a kiss.

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A/N: Yikes, this one has been my longest story so far. I guess I was just really inspired by the Black Swan outfits. Also, it took me literally two months to get myself to finish it and the ending kind of got mushy and cute because I was feeling some type of way.

I hope you liked it <3

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buckyhoneyno · 5 years

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A Dumbasses Guide To Saving The World (Chapter 6)

Just two girls with stupid dumb luck

Read along as two girls are thrown into the supernatural world when they are mistaken for hunters and decided that they fake it till they make it.

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Chapter 6 \\ You’ve Got Mail \\

Finally, after a week of checking their PO box every afternoon, a beat-up box wrapped messily wrapped in duct tape arrived. Maddie grabbed it excitedly and speed home to show Charlotte once she got off work. Normally the girls had their boss keep them on identical schedules but every once and while they got put on different shifts. Today being one of those days where Maddie had the morning shift and Charlotte with the afternoon. There wasn’t much need for a bartender at 8 in the morning.

Maddie didn’t spare a glance over her shoulder when walking to their apartment, her excitement to read the journals distracted her. If she had she would have noticed the man walking towards her.

“I love seeing you smile like that,” The girl to her credit didn’t jump when she heard the voice. Turning slowly, she saw Daren walking towards her. His hands were in his pockets as he tried to seem innocent. The smile that was on her face before melted off into a glare. Her arm still had a hand shaped bruise on it from their encounter last week, though it was now a faded yellow.

“Awe don’t tell me your still mad about what happened at Smokey’s,” He said with what she was sure he thought was a cute smile. “I apologized for that, even said sorry to Charlotte for calling her a bitch.” The way he said the last part made it seem like he definitely still thought Charlotte was a bitch.

“Surprisingly enough yes, I’m still mad,” She stated coldly before turning away, thoroughly done with talking to the man. She had never given him an inkling of hope that she wanted to even be friends with the man, she was only nice in the beginning because they were neighbors but apparently her kindness was coming back to bite her in the ass.

“Hey, come on,” Daren leaned forward as if he was going to reach a hand towards her. Snapping around her steely gaze stopped him.

“Don’t touch me.” She practically hissed out. “What do you not get about no meaning no,” with that out she stomped away quickly and walked into the apartment. Twisting the lock quickly she leaned against the door.

“fuckin creep,” she mumbled to herself before remembering what she had in her large bag.

Walking to the kitchen she took out the package and debated whether to wait for Charlotte to get home or open it now. Her impulse won out though as she ripped into the cardboard. Flipping open the sides she reached in and pulled out 3 worn journals and a piece of paper that had messy scrawl on it. Putting the journals down she picked up the paper, squinting at the messy writing.

Girls,

These three journals are everything you need to know about the basics. Read them, memorize them and live by them. You got my number if you come across something that’s not in the books. Don’t die out there.

- Bobby

P.S.

Id suggest investing in a couple of guns before your next big hunt maybe a bag of salt too.

If she thought about it long enough she might say that Bobby actually liked the girls.

Putting down the letter she walked to her room to take out her contacts, she had an easier time reading with her glasses. Grabbing her laptop and blanket on her way out and snagging one of the journals on the way to the couch, she settled in for a long night of reading.

It was closer to 6 when Charlotte pulled in hours later. She was tired and covered in beer after teaching one of the new girls to tap a keg. She didn’t take directions well and ended up soaking them both before Charlotte could stop the beer from spewing out. Walking inside she threw her keys in the bowl by the door, heading straight for her room without giving the other girl in the living room much attention. She had a one-track mind at the moment and was intent on showering before she had to talk to another human being.

Maddie barely glanced up when the other girl came in, after seeing her stormy expression she chose to wait till she resurfaced from her room to tell her the good news. The sound of the shower meets her ears as she went back to reading. Her laptop was in her lap while the book sat open next to her. She made detailed notes on her computer so that if Bobby ever asked for the journals back they wouldn’t have to worry.

Another hour passed before Charlotte came into the living room. Her eyes zeroed in on the box on the table. Stopping in her tracks she turned back to Maddie who was sitting on the couch, her glasses sat perched on her nose as she stared at a book closely.

“Are those what I think they are,” She questioned excitedly.

“Yep,” Maddie said with a large smile. “And they’re awesome,”

Charlotte let out a little squeal as she grabbed one off the table. Opening it she flipped through the pages for a moment excitedly.

“How much have you read so far?” She asked after a few more pages were turned.

“So far I’ve gotten half way through the first one. I would be done by now but I’m taking notes on them so that if Bobby ever asks for them back we can have backups,” Maddie said proud of her self.

“Nice,” Charlotte said impressed. Turning to the coffee machine she started a pot, knowing she would not be going to bed early like she had planned on her drive home.

The next few hours were spent reading and randomly getting the others attention when they read something interesting which happened to be every five minutes for them. Finally, around 1 in the morning the girls called it quits when Charlotte happened to fall asleep on her laptop almost deleting all her work.

The next two days followed the same routine till they had each read all three books cover to cover. Day three the girls finally decided it was time to get kitted out with gear. So that next time they decided to be hunters they wouldn’t be so low on resources.

Coming back from the shopping they now had an outrageously large bag of salt, a slightly less outrageous bag of rock salt, a two pack of machetes that were on sale at home depot and a set of pretty silver throwing knives that Charlotte had decided to splurge on even though she knew it was an unnecessary purchase. If they needed more stuff then they would buy it along the way. They didn’t have to worry about extra lighters or candles being that they had a surplus of both already. Hopefully they could survive with their basic kit.

There last stop had been at a gun shop where they filed paper work to have a concealed hand gun license. They weren’t sure if Hunters followed the law but they sure as hell wouldn’t be caught with out them. It was worryingly easy to get though and they were able to purchase the guns and ammo on the spot.

Maddie’s gun had a sleek black barrel with a dark wooden handle to give it a nice accent. It looked like old and new styles were melded together to make it.

Charlottes was a bit more out there though. It was a silver with gold accents. The handle was shelled by mother of pearl styles designs that swirled prettily. It was classy while still not being to in your face.

“I can’t say I ever thought I would be a gun owner,” Charlotte stated as she placed it in her purse with the safety on. “Oh, if my mother could see me now,” she joked with a grin. Her family were as liberal as they came. Her mother who lived back home with the rest of her family was always adamant on the need for stricter gun control. The mind set was practically drilled into the blonde her whole life.

“Your mom, ha. My dad would probably throw a party,” On the other end of the spectrum was Maddie’s family who enjoyed their hunting and right to bear arms. Though that little fact never stopped the two family’s from getting along. It was just something they didn’t completely agree on.

“I still don’t think I will use this though,” She said with a shrug before excitedly unrolling the soft material that held her knives. ��Now these I can get down with,” her smile was creepily large as Maddie gave her a look.

“Careful Char, your crazies showing,”

“Oh, fuck off,” her words held no heat as she flipped the knives around in each hand.

“One day you’ll cut your finger off with one of those,” her reply was a middle finger in the air before she turned back to her new toys.

“I think we should go to the shooting range soon, get some practice in. Maybe get you to actually learn how to take care of a gun,”

“Ill go to the range with you if you come to a boxing lesson with me,” the blond bargained with a raised brow. They stared each other down before Maddie sighed.

“Deal,”

“Ooh we also need to make a first aid kit to put in the car, you know in case we get hurt,” Charlotte said as she started putting her knives away.

“Already a step ahead of you there,” Maddie said while going to retrieve the box she had been working on. Placing it on the table in front of the other girl with a proud look on her face.

Charlotte gave it a once over and nodded. “I like that you added pretty band aids and not those generic tan ones,”

“I think I’ll just leave it in my car, since I drive us everywhere anyways,” She stated earning her a thumbs up before Charlotte grabbed Jackie’s leash off the counter.

“I’m going to take Jax’s for a walk,”

“Have fun,” Maddie called as she settled into the couch to watch some TV, content to spend the rest of their day off vegging out on the couch. She didn’t realize then but this was one of the last days she would have for a while where she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Down the street Charlotte smiled at a passing couple, for once not checking over her shoulder every 5 feet. A luxury she would soon miss after the coming weeks.

Two wanna be hunters were about to be put to the test as something evil creeped into town, right under their noses.

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lunapaper · 3 years

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The year was 2010. Emo was just starting to die out (long live the scene). I was studying to become a secondary school teacher, and Katy Perry was shooting whipped cream out of her boobs...

Second albums, more often than not, fail to live up to the hype. And yet, Teenage Dream has somehow endured.

While Perry’s 2008 debut, One of the Boys, launched her into the mainstream, it really hasn’t aged all that well. On tracks like ‘Self Inflicted’ and ‘Fingerprints,’ she tries way too hard to emulate Paramore’s bold pop punk. On others, she attempts to rebel against her gospel roots by turning the bawdiness up to 10.

It can also come off pretty juvenile at times. The singer was almost 25 when she sang on the title track: ‘So over the summer, something changed/I started reading Seventeen and shaving my legs/And I studied Lolita religiously/And I walked right in to school and caught you staring at me.’

But let’s be honest: Even though it’s been declared ~problematic~, you still jam out to ‘I Kissed A Girl’ when you hear it, don’t you? I hadn’t listened to ‘Ur So Gay’ before this, either, but its slinky, jazz-infused vibe absolutely slaps.

Like Teenage Dream is also a product of its time, presenting pop at its most sugary, hook-laden and bombastic. It managed to spawn 5 No.1 singles, the second album in history to do so after Michael Jackson’s Bad, as well as a documentary, Part of Me. There’s even a deluxe edition, cleverly titled The Complete Confection. It was Perry at her peak.

You know the title track, of course. Evoking images of cherry red lipstick, tight denim and driving down an empty highway in summer, Perry desperately clings to the memory of young love, breathlessly pleading ‘don’t ever look back, don’t ever look back.’

‘The One That Got Away,’ meanwhile, is its bittersweet sequel, Perry's lovesick nostalgia now tinged with regret. Yet, the only thing I really remember about the song is the video starring Cassian Andor himself, Diego Luna, as Perry’s past love, the beautifully dishevelled and tortured artist of my dreams (Dear God, that penetrating stare...) He’s also the only reason why anyone bothered to watch Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, if it wasn’t already obvious.

First single ‘California Gurls,’ on the other hand, is pure pop exuberance at its most campy and carefree, indicative of a more innocent time when it wasn’t driven by algorithms or social media. ‘Firework’ is still a go-to empowerment anthem for just about every kind of montage imaginable. ‘ET’ (featuring a pre-’presidential’ Kanye) is heavily-synthesised cyber pop that doesn’t get nearly enough love.

But Teenage Dream, in retrospect, has quite a few misses. ‘Peacock’ is just one big, long, glitchy dick joke. ‘Not Like The Movies’ is big ballad schmaltz. The brassy soft rock of ‘Hummingbird Heartbeat,’ meanwhile, opens with a hell of a line: ‘You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity/The first time, every time when you're touching me.’ And I’m pretty sure ‘What Am I Living For?’ is partly plagiarised from Justin Timberlake’s ‘My Love.’ Even Pitchfork awarded Teenage Dream a rather tame 6.8 in their recent retrospective review.

By the time Perry released Prism in 2013 – her ‘darker, moodier’ record - she had shifted further into ‘inspirational anthems.’ There was the inescapable mega-hit ‘Roar,’ the saccharine power ballad ‘Unconditionally’ and the Eastern-tinged ‘Legendary Lovers,’ complete with wellness and spiritual motifs.

But it wasn’t without its bangers: ‘Dark Horse’ (featuring Juicy J) jumped onto the trap pop bandwagon just in time with its subterranean bass and eerie, otherworldly synths. Even the slick, 90s-indebted ‘This Is How We Do’ has a certain charm.

Prism also marked the point where Perry’s invincibility began to wear off. Where the masses once lapped up her candy-coated antics, they were now calling her out for wearing braids in the video for ‘This Is How We Do’ and dressing up as a geisha during a performance at the American Music Awards.

And they would only get louder during her era of ‘purposeful pop.’ Released in the aftermath of the 2016 US election, Witness was meant to cement Perry as ‘Artist. Activist. Conscious’ - as her Twitter bio read at the time. She had joined Hillary Clinton on the campaign trail. On Instagram, she was quoting the likes of Socrates and Plato. She was Woke now, and she was telling anyone who’d listen.

Yet you’d be hard pressed to find much trace of this ‘purposeful pop’ on Witness, bar the first single, ‘Chained to the Rhythm.’ Written with Sia and Max Martin, the singer implores listeners to ‘put your rose-coloured glasses on and party on’ amid whirling, colourful synths.

The rest of the record, however, is made up of either soppy, overly sentimental ballads (‘Save As Draft,’ ‘Pendulum,’ ‘Into Me You See’), awkward lyrical turns and CHVRCHES/Purity Ring knock-offs (‘Hey Hey Hey,’ ‘Roulette,’ ‘Deja Vu’).

Funnily enough, Purity Ring’s Corin Roddick produced some of Witness’ better tracks: ‘Mind Maze’ and the soaring ballad ‘Miss You More, along with ‘Bigger Than Me.’

Final track ‘Act My Age,’ meanwhile, feels like a pre-emptive strike against the criticism Witness would inevitably receive (‘They say that I might lose my Midas touch/They also say I may become irrelevant/But who the fuck are they anyway?’).

Then there’s the godawful ‘Bon Appetit’ (featuring Migos) with its food-related double entendres. It was ‘Yummy’ before ‘Yummy’ existed. Seriously, I just wanna see Orlando Bloom say he likes this song with a straight face...

But I will still defend ‘Swish Swish’ to the death. Do the lyrics suck? Yeah, but Perry’s never been the strongest lyricist. But its pulsing 90s house beat does a lot of the heavy lifting, along with Nicki Minaj’s spitfire verse.

The promotional rollout for Witness, meanwhile, proved just as messy. Among the most infamous was a 72-hour livestream, where voyeurs got to witness Perry sleep, meditate, do yoga and welcome a random assortment of guests, including Gordon Ramsey and activist DeRay McKesson. Then there was the meme-laden video for ‘Swish Swish. She literally served herself up on a platter in the clip for ‘Bon Appetit.’ She tried reigniting her feud with Taylor Swift on James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke. Needless to say, it reeked of desperation.

Looking back, though, you can’t help but feel a little bad for Perry, trying so hard to please only for it to blow up spectacularly in her face. So devastated, it sent her to the Hoffman Institute, which offers an abridged version of therapy. As she later told the Guardian:

‘I think the universe was like, ‘OK, all right, let’s have some humble pie here […] My negative thoughts were not great. They didn’t want to plan for a future. I also felt like I could control it by saying, ‘I’ll have the last word if I hurt myself or do something stupid and I’ll show you’ — but really, who was I showing?’

But although Witness lacked the perkiness of Teenage Dream or the cartoonish charm of One of the Boys, it shines best on its darker moments.

‘Dance With The Devil’ has the kind of smoky allure that wouldn’t look too out of place on a BANKS album, while ‘Power’ is a revelation. Produced by Jack Garrett, what could’ve been yet another dull empowerment ballad is turned into a gritty, groaning slab of vaporwave pop, with sultry sax riffs that sample, of all things, Smokey Robinson’s ‘Being With You.’ It’s electric as fuck. You believe it when Perry sings: ‘’Cause I'm a goddess and you know it/Some respect, you better show it/I'm done with you siphoning my power.’

If the singer had just done away with the whole ‘purposeful pop’ concept and stuck with Garrett, Roddick and Terror Jr’s Felix Snow as her core producing group, Witness probably wouldn’t have been half the failure it was. It could’ve had a chance to grow on people, the kind of slow burn Perry could’ve gotten away with at this point in her career. The cyberpop dystopian feel also could’ve gone hand in hand with her newfound wokeness, echoing people’s fear and anger in the aftermath of Trump’s win. But alas, we’ll never know...

While the rollout for Witness over the top, Smile’s was lacklustre and wildly inconsistent.

First single ‘Never Really Over’ came out a whole 15 months before the release of Smile to little fanfare, along with a hippie-inspired video to match. ‘Harleys in Hawaii’ later followed, which also stuck with the flower power aesthetic. Other singles - ‘Daisies’ and the title track – seemingly came and went without a trace.

So how did Katy Perry get to this point? And is there any chance of coming back?

It’s hard to say. A lot of artists go through a rough patch or two: Miley's twerking antics divided audiences when she released 2013’s Bangerz. Taylor Swift’s reputation divided audiences. Only in recent years has Lady Gaga’s ARTPOP been vindicated. Such is the nature of music and pop culture in general. It’s fickle, just one vicious cycle after another; an endless quest for trend-bait that'll never end.

Right now, disco pop is going through a renaissance, while hyperpop reigns supreme. Dua Lip and Charli XCX are basically untouchable at the moment. TikTok has taken over from Top 40 radio when it comes to breaking hits, while the gap between album releases has also grown shorter and shorter. Even the nature of fandom has changed, shifting from old-school elitism to the bloodsport that is ‘stanning,’ along with an unhealthy amount of ‘endless simping’ (to quote a close friend of mine).

Perry, meanwhile, has failed to keep up, choosing to play it safe in order to avoid further scrutiny. But in doing so, she strips away the humour, the mischief and other idiosyncrasies that fans fell in love with in the first place.

But what choice did she have? As Junkee’s Sam Murphy notes in his own piece about Perry’s rise and fall:

‘At that point, you have two choices as a popstar — hunt for relevancy or make what comes naturally to you. Perry chose the former and came unstuck. She inserted vague wokeness into her songs as cancel culture infiltrated pop, tacked on rap features as hip-hop became the dominant commercial genre, and worked with producers who may have been able to find her credibility.’

(Full disclosure: I started writing my piece on Perry back in December 2020, so the timing of Murphy’s piece and mine is purely coincidental).

Even if you don’t believe in cancel culture, no one actually wants to be cancelled. It’s just not good for PR, especially for someone with an image as glossy and as carefully put-together as Perry’s. Even now, she continues to atone for Witness, telling the LA Times: ‘Having more awareness and consciousness, I no longer can just be a blissful, ignorant idealist who sings about love and relationships […] Even my travels have afforded me a new perspective on cultures, class systems and the inequality around the world, not just in the United States,’ though she carefully avoids the subject of politics on Smile.

But redemption is possible. Swift – Perry's one-time nemesis - was a total pariah back in 2016, mocked for her Girl Squad, for diddling the Hiddles while on the rebound from Calvin Harris and criticised for remaining coy on her political leanings. Now she’s earning indie cred with two of 2020’s biggest albums, folklore and evermore, and has thrown her support behind a number of social causes.

The devil works hard, but Swift’s PR team work harder. I might not be her biggest fan, but Taylor works Kris Jenner levels of mastery when it comes to rebuilding public sentiment. Thanks to her newfound indie cred, you’ve almost forgotten about the pastel atrocity ‘Me!,’ her 2019 duet with that insufferable drama kid cliché, Brendon Urie. Shifting her songs away from petty grievances to more original storytelling was also a smart move.

But while Swift has managed to move on, Perry seems to have fallen into the same adult contemporary trap as Gwen Stefani, Kelly Clarkson, Christina Aguilera and Pink, one that ensnares many female artists over 30 (Though many have also managed to escape – Gaga, Taylor, Beyonce, Rihanna, Kesha, Robyn...)

As ‘woke’ as the industry and fans at large might think themselves to be, they’re still pretty ageist. There's still an expectation to ‘mature’ your sound as you age, to become more ‘serious.’ No more fun, no more experimenting, boomer. But when you do end up filing away the edges, you’re called dull, generic and past your prime. Perry said as much on the aforementioned ‘Act My Age. You just. can't. win.

And yet, many female artists over 30 have created some of their best work yet in just the past year or so: Hayley Williams made the dramatic shift from pop rock to low-key, Radiohead-inspired tunes on her solo debut, Petals For Armor. Fiona Apple’s Fetch the Bolt Cutters was hailed by critics as her most bold, urgent and visceral. Jessie Ware’s What’s Your Pleasure? was a cut of understated disco pop elegance. Carly Rae Jepsen, meanwhile, released an equally stellar companion to 2019’s Dedicated.

At this point in her career, Perry could afford to follow a similar path to that of the Canadian singer. Once the meme value of ‘Call Me Maybe’ wore off, along with her mainstream appeal, Jepsen finally had a chance to discover real creative freedom, pushing her sound to greater heights and earning critical acclaim, all without having to compromise her love for catchy hooks and bold synth pop arrangements.

A couple of years ago, a Reddit user made a post about participating in a focus group held by Perry’s label to discuss why she’s ‘no longer one of the[ir] most notable female pop artists,’ and ‘what can [they] do with her image or marketing to make you care about her again?’

It’s depressing to think that an artist as accomplished as her needs a focus group to help solve her identity crisis. There really is no easy answer. Hopefully, Perry will be able to return more vibrant and assured than ever, on her own terms...

-Bianca B.

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dkyler24 · 3 years

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Title: KIN

Chapter 1 /Part 1:

DANIEL,

Its been 18 years and everything that’s happened sort of feels like a bad dream, or complete delirium-guess it depends on how high I am on any given day. It’s crazy how it all started with a virus, the worst kind. Starts with a fever, cold sweats, loss of control of basic bodily functions; it spreads and spreads throughout the body( some slow, others fast), causes random bursts of uncontrollable aggression. At its peak, you eventually lose all the humanity and sanity you ever had, becoming an animal dead set on attacking anything that moves. We call people who’ve reached this peak Croats-after the virus, Croatoan-but you knew that.

I guess you could say my own sanity ended as well. Thankfully not in the way your probably thinking. No, what I’m suffering with just happens to be a bad strain of flu. Which currently seems to be killing me, slowly. Though, no matter how careless I got or what I risked for a simple bag of weed-I always came back 100% me. Or what’s left of me. It’s amazing, really, just how much humanity has changed me in just the span of several years. And all those gut wrenching feelings that came with it. Hopelessness, powerlessness, love, anger, fear. It was all garbage though, how humans cope with it all, I’ll never understand.

I’m not sure when drugs became more important than the mission, only that there was a time I wasn’t in a mindless haze 90% of the time-though I’m betting my ass it had something to do with the sleeping pills Dean had chucked at me my first night fully human- which, I assure you was only out of the purest intentions of helping me sleep through the night. Dean had his own issues, and sometimes I genuinely wondered why I was still here. He’d gone cold, everything I loved about him stripped away with time and loss. He was forever changed by the death of his brother.

I had to watch him turn into his father-maybe even worse. The perfect leader, a soldier, yet that love and warmth I’d fallen so deeply in love with so long ago, just gone. But still, whether I gave a shit or not, something still told me to stay. To be there.. just in case. After all, poor excuse for a man or not, I DID promise. I made a promise never to leave his side. Which will either end with me choking on pills or being gutted by a Croat whichever came first.

It was typical at this point in time to be so disoriented, that day looked like night and night looked like day. It was and still is the only way to get through the day without killing myself. As far as I knew, I couldn’t get by without a hit of something or an orgasm. I honestly didn’t think of the possibility of a child being born. I never really cared what happened to the women that came in and out of my hut. It didn’t seem worth it to get all sappy over any of them, it was an exchange of pleasure not love. The only love I’d ever know had been Dean, and the poor man didn’t even love me back, so what was the point in love? Especially when everyone we did care about were dropping like flies or raging monsters.

At first, I hated you, Because for the first time, I was forced to actually care about something other than drugs and self-sacrifice. You had been conceived through a typical night of depression and lust. The orgy must have consisted of 7 or so women( maybe, don’t quote me on that). I thank God every day, now( wherever he ran off to), that you were the only one. I’d have probably given myself up to the Croats if I had had 7 children running around this camp. Your mother, who’s name I either can’t remember or never bothered to, left you as an infant, screaming and kicking outside my hut. Later, I learned she’d been killed by a Croat during a raid( oddly convenient, huh?).

After Dean died two years later( curtesy of Lucifer) people began to pity me, ridicule me, or both. Whereas before, they accepted I’d always be a “ dirty hippie”, now they wanted me to replace Dean as head of the camp. It’s funny how desperate people get, turning to an orgy loving, dead beat druggie for assistance. Frankly, I didn’t care. Told everyone to right fuck off. To make matters worse, I still had a two year old little boy I wanted nothing to do with. The camp took pity on on you, of course. Basically did what I’d hoped and for the most part, tried to keep you away from me- which was all fine and good; but for some reason, you never seemed to care. Ignoring every warning, running back to me every damn time. Wanting to be around me. Talk to me. sleep with me. Maybe it was because we were kin, I don’t really know. Even during the nights I laid in bed, sick from whatever I’d taken too much of, you were there by my side. Willing to listen to my nonsensical babbling, cool my burning skin, and hand me water when I needed it. To say I didn’t deserve any of it was a huge understatement.

As the years went by, the camp got smaller and smaller, raid by raid, until only 8 of us remained. Unfortunately all of them were men. They all laughed at the idea of me not having women to objectify-but slowly began to turn in my favor once they realized I held the key to muting every terrible emotion this pandemic had caused. Soon, I was the main source for drug supply, they all bartered for nights of carelessness and sex. Gave me whatever I wanted as long as I took their suffering away. In a way, it made me feel like an angel again. Like I had a purpose in this crazy life. Never mind the depravity- it’s not like there were any angels left on earth to drag me down to hell for it. I was given a nickname- Smokey the Angel. Primarily to make fun of me, but when it stuck, I ended up adopting it for real. Wouldn’t Dean be proud of THAT legacy.

Eventually, the Croats seemed to evolve- like a deranged breed of human. They attacked in organized packs. They seemed to have regained the ability to talk and conform to a set of pre-determined standards. Instead of fighting like savages, most of them had taken up guns and other weapons. Favoring ambushes and raids of their own. Two men died after learning this the hard way. The remaining 6 men spent the next 16 years tracking and mapping out the Croats several camps and the evolvement of their intelligence, Which was not a slow process.

If I could secretly admit to being proud of anything, I guess it would be Your unwavering hunger for knowledge and your massive amounts of blind courage. It reminded me of a better time, when I was still useful, when giving a damn didn’t hurt so much. But more than anything, those bright green eyes, and that determined, focused drive that reminds me of Dean. Maybe that’s part of the reason I resisted you in the beginning. There were times, in my drunken, high drugged out mist, that I thought maybe Dean HAD been brought back. It wasn’t Impossible to believe my son could be the reincarnation of Dean. In fact, I’m believing it more and more the older you get. Not to mention, somehow your the spitting image of him.

Your probably wondering why I bother writing this, it’s not like you don’t already know half of this. I guess I just wanted you to know, that even though you were born out of despair, I don’t hate you. I never even bothered to be a father, if I had a do over, believe me, I’d try harder. You never deserved any of this at all. This life, full of fear and a man who can’t even see past his own self-loathing and grief to give you the childhood you needed. Even when I abused you, you never let go of your unconditional love for me. Deep down I knew I’d die in a heap of sweat with nothing good to show for the life I’ve lead-well, except you. My Daniel. Innocent, uncorrupted Daniel. You are my one good thing. I’ve asked too much of you over the years, I know, but if I could ask for one last thing, it would be to stay true to that.

I’ve arranged to send you somewhere you won’t ever have to suffer due to my neglect. A place without Croats, a fresh new world where you can start a new life away from all this. I never bothered to show you any kind of love, and that was my greatest mistake. So let this be a testament to how much I really do love you. Let this make up for all the times I abandoned you in your time of need.

Go through the rift, don’t ask stupid questions like how I did it and why I’m doing this. I won’t let you live the rest of your life in a miserable wasteland- and please don’t stick around to watch me die, you’ve been through enough.

I love you,

Your Father

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Daniel gaped at the letter, why the hell was he sitting here reading this instead of running to his side? “ what is this, a suicide note?” Eli gave him a look. “He didn’t give himself the flu.” Daniel glared at him. “That’s not funny. Now please for the love of God let me through, let me see my dad.” Eli shook his head, “normally, I wouldn’t give a rats ass what the man wants, but this was his dying wish. He told me not to let you see him until you read that letter. Personally, I think he’s raving mad, nearly dropped dead trying a second ago,” He shook his head in disbelief. “ still got so much energy..” Daniel tried to push past him, but the old man was surprisingly strong considering his bony frame. He stopped him, holding him back. “ why are you doing this! He’s gonna die while we’re out here bickering like little kids. I’m sorry if I’d like to hold my own fathers hand as he pass—“

“ Hey!” They heard a shout from inside. It was hoarse and ended in a fit of coughing. Daniel took that moment to shrug out of Eli’s grip and ran inside. There was a pitcher of water on a side table. He grabbed it and poured some into a plastic cup. Cas took it. “ Eli, I told you to have him read the l—“ Daniel huffed. “ Dad, will you forget about the damn letter for one minute and drink this, please?” Cas looked like he wanted to retort, but figured everyone would feel better after he’d downed the water.

“ why should I read some letter when you could just tell me yourself. I don’t want to spend your last moments waiting outside for you to die.” Cas grabbed his hand, “ In case you haven’t realized, I don’t have time for the I love you I’m sending you away speech; I’M DYING.” Daniels mouth fell open, “ sending me aw—Why? What the hell have I done?” Cas groaned. “ This would have gone so much easier if you’d just read the letter!” But Daniel set the letter aside. Squeezing his hand tighter. “ Screw. The. Letter. Look me in the eye and tell me everything, please.”

Daniel had always been stubborn, Cas should have known he wasn’t going to sit around and read a stupid letter. By some miracle, this man loved him- even though he never gave him a reason to. So, he gave up. He took a deep breathe, and proceeded to tell him everything. He’d managed to cut a deal with Gabriel, who thankfully was still alive, to open a rift to a timeline way into the future-one he knew Daniel would be safe in.

“ No, I’m not leaving you.” Daniel growled. Cas reached up to caress his face. “You always gave me a love I never deserved. Let me do this one thing for you please.”

“ well I don’t want it, any of this!” He seethed, tears creeping down his cheeks. “ why can’t you accept the fact that even though your a piece of shit, people still love you.”

“ I’ve had sex with everyone in this camp, repeatedly, trust me, at most they tolerated me. YOU always have, and whether you want it or not, I need to give it back, by taking you away from this empty, suffering place.”

Daniel closed his eyes. “ No. This is the worst thing you could possibly do.. but, your right about one thing, I will never stop loving you. DESPITE, how many times you’ve let me down.” He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. Eli, probably. He refused to open his eyes as Cas dragged him down into a tight hug. He ignored the rug burn as he landed on his knees. “Goodbye Daniel” Cas whispered.

And that was that. The arms that had pulled him in with boa constrictor-like strength, when limp. One last exhale, his eyes fluttered closed. He laid unmoving, blood drying at the corners of his mouth and in certain areas on his shirt.

Just then, Daniel heard a loud crackling behind him. He spun around, grabbing Cas Hand reflexively, only briefly forgetting he was dead. A man stood there. Dusty brown hair and a stupid smile on his face. “ you must be Daniel.” Daniel didn’t respond. Given he’d just watched his father die from the flu, he desperately wanted to punch this guy in the mouth. Eli gave him a warning look and shook his head. He’d known Daniel long enough to see it coming. In fact, when the camp was bigger, Eli had been one of the only ones willing to take him under his wing. Care for him durning his childhood years when Cas wouldn’t. When he was 16, despite Cas’ protests Eli, Dean and Bobby started training him and eventually took him out to help on raids.

Daniel took a cautious step forward and turned to glance at Eli. “ Even I agreed this was for the best kid. There isn’t much of a world left to defend here. The rest of us are sittin’ chew toys. GO. It’s ok.” Daniel took a step back, then walked over to Eli. Gabriel’s smile faded into impatientness. “ Come on kid, I’m not as strong as I used to be I don’t have all day.” Daniel turned a scorching glare on Gabriel and he raised his hands in defense. Daniel attacked Eli, yanking him into an embrace. “ Thanks for everything Eli. Hold down the fort?” Eli had tears running down his face. “ you bet I will.” He thought about just shooting the bastard and running, but deep down, he knew his father and Eli were right. There was truly nothing left of this world.

Gabriel took Daniel by the hand. He felt a small shock sail through his body as he jump through the waiting rift. Which was flickering and glitching like an actual lightning bolt. In an instant, they were both on the other side. Daniel unclenched his hand, finding that Gabriel was nowhere to be found. He stood facing a building, which looked to be at least a couple stories high. Nothing else surrounded it. No houses, just a dirt path leading who knows where. ‘ Great’ he thought. Wherever his dad had sent him, seemed to be right smack dab in the middle of nowhere. He sighed, frustrated as he trudged up to what he hoped was the front doors and knocked.

He waited, his heart hammering hard in his chest. It seemed to take forever before he finally heard heavy footsteps on the other end. On impulse, Daniel drew his gun and an angel blade from his belt. Ready for anything. The door swung open harshly.

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What Daniel hadn’t been expecting was to see none other than Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester... and his dad. All pointing guns and blades at him. Dean’s hard look sent shivers down his spine. To Dean’s left, stood his Dad. Right off the bat he noticed a big difference. For one thing, he was healthy. Not the sweaty, hacking man who’d just died in his arms. He also looked older, way older. Although his dad had been human for years, he hadn’t aged as fast as most men in the Camp. Some didn’t even believe he WAS aging. It seemed this version of his dad had aged quite a bit. Crows feet at the corners Of his eyes, forehead lines, gray hairs and all. He wore a white shirt with a thin black plaid pattern, the buttons undone a little to show a plain white undershirt, simple blue jeans and a black belt. He wore thick white socks and no shoes. Sam and Dean hadn’t changed much, except for the obvious signs of age.

He re-holstered his gun and blade against his better judgement. There was a possibility he could be killed, but he’d probably be killed faster if he kept a gun pointed at them. He really didn’t know much about this new world he’d been sent to. It was clear it was earth. Possibly an alternate timeline?

#destiel #well sort of #not as much #endverse castiel #first fanfic #chapter 1

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Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it!

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4

A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very...naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?

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You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.

89.4%

You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.

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“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well, had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.

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The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever

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And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that...isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell.

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.” You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat. Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.

Saizo.

Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took a breath. Could you take this shot...seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I...um...look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So...Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?” He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.

“What?”

“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit.

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable.

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It's odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”

____________

Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

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Two Wishes 01: Nico Loves Maki

"But the water and bread here? They just make it worse. Much worse. And .. WE" Maki pointed to herself, then Nico. "Don't need to eat or drink, anyway. Or sleep. Or go to the bathroom. All of that is for the live ones. And you're as dead as it gets, Nico-chan."

Nico woke up in pain, which was a surprise. Not the pain, the waking up part.

It didn't feel like she was in a hospital. When she opened her eyes, she realized she must be still dreaming. She hoped. The sky was smokey browns and reds, as was the barren landscape. She, herself, was lying on hard, baked ground. The dream didn't seem to go away. She saw a faint shadow fall on her. She looked in the direction it came from, and there was her reason for not existing.

Nico couldn't really even remember the last time she'd been exactly happy, but the last straw had definitely been when she found out the latest reason Maki never answered her messages, even to mock them, was that she was inhabiting a drawer in the city morgue. But there she was, in the flesh. Or something like that. Looking at Nico with that amused look she'd gotten so sadly familiar with.

"You got it, Nico-chan," she said.There was something very dark and supernatural about her voice now.

"M-M-maki-chan!" Nico couldn't help yelling.

"N-N-N-Nico no more!" was the response, in a fake-sweet sing-song voice. "Welcome to hell, honey-y. Better get used to it."

Since Nico knew she'd wake up any time now, she wondered why in her dream she'd abandoned her normal attitude towards Maki, which had been to be completely self-denying, while Maki was alive. Maybe, on top of everything else, she was angry at Maki for not caring if she finally overdosed or not.

A day of confused, frightened, increasingly frantic thoughts later, not daring to move from her lying position, Nico realized it didn't matter if she was dreaming; whatever it was wasn't going away.

Maki had come back, and with bread and water, to boot. Which was ... good. Nico had never in her life felt this hungry and thirsty. When Maki got closer to her, she suddenly tossed the bread to the ground, and ground it in with her foot. Then she watered the mess with all of the water in the bottle she'd been carrying, and threw the vessel overhand. It arced out over a cliff and Nico could hear it smash on the way down.

"M-m-m-Maki-chan!" Unfortunately, Nico was again reduced to incoherence.

"N-N-N-Nico!" Maki smirked. "Doing you a favor, honey."

Nico must have made a confused face. Or an angry one. Or both.

"You're oh so hungry and thirsty, right? Of course you are," Maki said, nodding her head and shrugging.

Nico must have still looked confused.

"Look. Ignore it. Ignore it long enough and it's just like being on a diet and dehydrated. Nothing you can't bear."

To take her mind off the pain and the hunger and the thirst, Nico's mind wandered to the big "why" that had filled her thoughts as she lay back and everything faded to black.

"Why? Why did you .. why did you hate me so much? What did I ever do but love you, Maki? What did I ever do to you, ever?" If they didn't need to drink, Nico wondered where tears came from here.

"Ah, same old Nico-chan. That's just what the doctors' daughter ordered," said Maki with a laugh. It couldn't be called a nice laugh, though it wasn't a cartoon villain laugh, either. It had a lot of bitterness and cruelty.

"Nico, honey, you mean the note, right? The one for you to read once I was dead? Blablabla, I never loved you, you were always a hateful, ugly, stupid, worthless drag on my time ... let's see .. what else did I say ... oh, you were lucky I took pity on you but you took advantage of it like the dumb little loser parasite you've always been. That letter was a lot of fun."

She looked at Nico with genuine enthusiasm. "Remember when I said the only people that would ever possibly want to f___ you were old, fat lolicons? And that that was why you always missed your dead father so much, because you were horny and ugly and missed his d___? That part made Anju and Erena laugh so hard ... so hard Anju wet herself."

Maybe this was the afterlife hell of confusion. Maybe, because Nico didn't understand a word Maki was saying. Of course, she remembered every hateful, painful, soul-destroying word. But Maki was acting like it was a game. Like it was fun. Why would Nico have ever been devoted to someone who could do that? But as she had the thought, it was followed quickly by another one. Regardless, she had been. She still was. Loving Maki wasn't something you could walk away from, if you were Nico. She thought she heard Maki mumble something, like "Didn't make the sex bad, though, we were so high."

But then Maki looked her in the eye. "The why should be obvious, but I bet it isn't. The point of the letter was to make you kill yourself, Nico. Sheesh. Connect the dots, for once! And it worked, obviously."

"W-Why ..." Nico began.

"I figured hell would be boring, and it is. So if you get to bring just one album, or one pet, or one stuffed animal, you make it your favorite, right? So I decided, 'let's have my favorite chew toy. Her reactions are so cute and hilarious when she's being humiliated, after all.' "

"Not that," Maki continued, holding up a finger for emphasis, "I didn't think of bringing my favorite lover, instead. But it's harder to trick a tough girl like her into dying when you're strung out on heroin and opiate pills than it is a vulnerable and gullible waif with her head already half in the noose. And I guessed the Powers That Be wouldn't let me and Anju f___ the eons away. Plus, that gets old once you've had your thousandth sex partner, to be honest."

Despite herself, Nico had to ask. "Thousandth? You mean, here in ... in ... wherever this is?"

"Nico-chan, does this place look like it has a single's spot? No, I obviously mean while alive, idiot. I beat Anju and Erena to 1000 by only a month. I'm just hotter than them, so I had an advantage." With that she twirled her hair, but in a completely fake and self-satisfied way.

"But .. but .. Nico was ... was the first?"

"Well, yeah, technically. Back when I had no idea what a good lover looked like. Congratulations on acquiring my virtue, Nico-chan - if you use an electron microscope, you might even locate it. Or maybe a telescope, it's so far gone. Let's make a joke in English: it's in Uranus!"

Nico was crying again.

"Oh, she's crying again. This is wonderful. Hey, Nico, did you know you were the most boring person to f___ in all of µ's?"

Nico looked up. It was obvious she was shocked by the news that Maki had slept with all the other girls (as well as the cut about her being Maki's least favorite).

"Oh, come on, Nico! I had every possible kind of sex with about 140 times that many girls and guys, why would I leave them out? They aren't that ugly and boring. Heck, I wouldn't even leave you out of the bottom three-fourths of a percent. That would hardly be school spirit, would it? By the way, Mika, Fumiko and Hideko were excellent. That's because they insisted on always having a foursome. Eventually I learned that a threesome is better than a pair, a foursome is even better, and an orgy is the best. But ..." She looked around.

She looked back at Nico with a wink. "I guess that bit of wisdom is going to go to waste here." And from the look in her eye, he had something else evil to add.

Sure enough: "You wouldn't know about the orgies, come to think of it. After all, you slept through all the ones you went to." And that made no sense, either.

"Ni ... Nico has never been to any orgy and Nico would never ..."

"Well, they're not called that, Nico. Idiot! They're called parties. Remember going to parties with me? We both knew you were a lightweight drinker, right?"

Nico, for a reason she couldn't quite pin down, had a cold feeling.

"Nico, I'll get you a drink, what are you having?" Maki said in a lovey dovey voice.

"Maki, this tastes funny ...." she said in a good, if cruel, imitation of Nico's voice.

"Well, drink it down and I'll have them make the next one better, okay, honey?"

"And then, Nico being a lightweight, she falls asleep, and wakes up at home. Her beloved Maki must have got her there somehow. And Nico is sore all over, but Maki tells her it's because she slept wrong at the party again, and Nico always believes her beloved Maki-chan." She looked at Nico like she was a bug.

"Of course, the guys that were having their way with a cute unconscious girl we told everyone was in middle school didn't mind carrying her to the car, so we could continue everything at my place. So I have to say, getting poor sleepy Nico home wasn't a big sacrifice. The truth is, Nico, it wasn't only the old, bald, fat lolicons that wanted you, they just paid the most for the privilege.”

“Of course …” She added thoughtfully, “They paid a lot more for your siblings, obviously.”

Nico stared at her, uncomprehendingly. “After you were hospitalized, we got your mom lured out on a pretext. We lost track of her somewhere in Central Europe, but I have to assume she’s earning her keep, if she’s still alive, I mean. Pimping out your siblings was lucrative - goodness yes - but it was too much like work for me, Nico. We basically killed time until we got the right buyers. Then I had enough money to keep me high and living in luxury for what turned out to be the rest of my life."

Finally Nico had it together enough to protest. “But I … I … always … “

“L-l-l-loved Maki!” Maki said, sneeringly. “Yes, how many times did everyone say that. Nico Loves Maki. Nico Loves Maki. True, but beside the point.”

“How … when …” Nico couldn’t formulate a proper question, but it was as if Maki could read her mind.

“Finally, she arrives at a question I don’t mind answering,” Maki said. Apparently the look of contempt she was giving Nico was a permanent fixture. “Remember our shrine visit, honey-y-y?”

Maybe Nico should learn to enjoy these cold feelings. They were the only ones she could get from now on.

“I bet,” Maki said, sticking the tip of her tongue out of the side of her mouth, “You wished for something like ‘I want to be a better girlfriend! I want to love Maki more each day!”

Bingo. If they hadn’t been so embarrassed, so afraid of being seen and teased by Nozomi, they would have, of course, been at her shrine. But after doing hatsumodethere, They had gone to a shrine they’d noticed on the way, located nearby. It was completely run down, almost abandoned, but in their infatuated state that had made it seem more romantic.

“You know, before I OD-ed, I had it worked out with A-RISE to have your urn repository say 'Yazawa Nico - she was a lousy f___' in advance for when you finally did the right thing. But those other bitches in Mu’s were thwarting it. According to Tsubasa, who can be a real buzz-kill, by the way, they abandoned their efforts and your actual inscription was going to be 'Nico Loved Maki.' Well, at least they acknowledged your master, Yazawa Hachikou. Mine says “F___ you! I had a way better time than you’ll EVER have!” That’s a hint."

A … hint? Nico didn’t get it.

"Poor, innocent, stupid Maki was stressing about you graduating, us splitting up, her medical education, your idol obsession. So she just wished to enjoy your time together, whatever you had, to the maximum."

“But that girl,” and Maki winked at Nico, “didn’t understand what a real maximum is. So, at first, being new to sex, she thought all the f___ing we did was wonderful. All the time with your loving family. Holding hands on the way to school! Ooh, daring!”

“But that,” she continued, “Isn’t miles within what the maximum enjoyment of our relationship turned out to be. I knew from the start I wanted to be in charge. On top. That that made it much hotter. But after a while, how docile you were just became boring. Sex became boring. You became the most boring of all. So I took two different approaches. First, I started cheating on you at every opportunity. That was wonderful fun, and it made everything naughty and hot again. And I started trying to make you do things you really didn’t want to. So, breaking your will over and over again - also hot. But eventually you were like a stuffed toy I had outgrown. That’s when I started making sure you found out about the cheating. Your tears were a real source of pleasure, I can tell you that much.”

That did explain a lot, Nico thought. The ropes tied far too tight. The biting that broke the flesh and once even left a small scar. And the way she stopped hiding her cheating. The humiliation - eventually that was a standard part.

“And of course, I looked at how I could leverage your stupid, pet-like devotion to me to have a good time. Well, that worked out awfully well. And I got Erena and Anju to form a wild-girl gang with me. Tsubasa was pissed, but to appease her we whored out ourselves - and you, of course, Sleeping Beauty - to a few producers and got A-RISE and Tsubasa an inside line on some great venues and opportunities. After that she was see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Problem solved.”

Problem solved??? It all sounded like a problem to Nico.

“Maki-chan was not like this all along. Nico’s heart would have known.”

“Nico’s heart is even stupider than Nico, frankly,” Maki said, laughing. “But you’re right, everything changed after our shrine visit. You changed, I changed. It’s almost enough to make you superstitious. Oh, wait, here we are in the afterlife. Maybe I mean, it’s almost enough to clue you in on how reality really works.”

For the first time ever, Maki looked uncertain. “I’m not stupid, contrariwise. The Powers That Be wouldn’t have allowed you to be here with me for no reason. And the hunger and thirst and heat and so on aside, I’ve had it suspiciously easy. You’re probably here because you let your passion for one person make you neglect every other thing and person you cared about, is my guess. Why I’m here is trivial. But at some point, the other shoe is going to drop. It could be you’ll only be here long enough to make me suffer remorse … go back to the weakling I was … and really suffer ...”And throw the bread and water out instead of gloating after you ate and drank it,she thought.

Maki clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh s__t! It’s already starting. I would never say that in my right mind. I might have even given you hope!” She squared her shoulders. “If that’s what’s happening, I promise I’ll be true to my wish and enjoy myself with you as long as I can, I warn you.” She started to approach Nico, that girl could see out of the corner of her eye. She was still too exhausted and shocked to bother to move.

Nico, meanwhile, had been tormented by the idea that she’d abandoned her dreams and neglected her beloved family, who depended on her, for this sickening travesty of a love relationship. She was looking for something - anything - to cling to to keep a toehold in the realm of sanity.

What was the one thing she knew for sure? It was a sad realization.

“Still … still …” she said. The gesture she made, without lifting her head, was a dull parody of her Nico-nico-nii finger hooks. “Nico loves Maki.”

“Of course you do, honey,” Maki said with an unreadable expression, “and that’s your problem.”

Maki sighed. “Probably a good idea,” she said.

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