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The cat from across the garden.

Alt. Title -> Under the Weeping Willow

-> CatHybrid!Jungwon x CatHybrid!Shy!Reader, slight Jake x Reader and Jay x Jungwon

-> Jungwon was pleased with his life, until he saw you, the cat from across the garden.

-> Fluffy fluff, PoorStudent!Jake is kinda a bad owner but I swear he treats you like a princess, Lovesick!Jungwon is a menace, Rich!Jay agenda, Smut (p in v, unprotected sex, Jungwon is mounting you and it's hot, fingering, Breeding Kink, cream pie, slight nipple play, Reader goes into sub-space, even tho it feels like it's not dub-con)

-> Shoutout to my ♡ anonie that I love so much, to p1h-delulu (I'm sure it's the wrong name but you know who you are) for liking every single post that I post (duh) and to @adaamazing who asked to be tagged ! Almost forgot my moots @unh0ly-dr3am3r silly me ugh ! Feedback is appreciated 💝

Jungwon loved being an indoor cat. In 2023, hybrids had the right to be as independent as any human. They went to university, worked, owned their own apartments. But not Jungwon. Like some hybrids, he was said to belong to his owner. With a contract, a signature and a commitment to take good care of the hybrid, and so on. Kind of like an adopted child who stayed at home even after coming of age. What need did he have to go out and interact with people ? Why would he go to work or study when he was fed, housed and showered with affection in his master's apartment ? Ah, seriously. He loved living a life of ease.

"Jungwon, gotta go, see you !"

"See you tonight !" he nodded and smiled at his owner, Jay, a young American with whom he'd been at the side for almost four years now, and who never failed to provide for his needs. Jay patted him on the head before leaving. He huffed and rolled his eyes at the sight of his disappearing friend. He kept asking himself why he always had to leave him alone like that. The young boy looked around, lost in thought, exploring all the possibilities open to him. He could go and steal from the fridge, tear up his master's white sheets just to annoy him, or watch TV. All these proposals sounded tempting, but Jungwon would be content to read the mangas that had thoughtfully been placed at his disposal. There was even the latest volume of Jujutsu Kaisen !

So that's what he did, stretching out in the comfortable bed he shared with his master, tail wagging lazily as his big almond eyes scanned the panels of the book. The surrounding heat should have been stifling; summer was around the corner, after all. Jungwon was unable to stop smiling, rolling left and right, perfectly content with the life he was leading, purring in the sheets. But as his eyelids grew heavy, the urge to sleep all too much, Jungwon rose from the bed, leaving everything in a mess, and headed for the balcony of their quite spacious apartment, fists clenched as he rubbed his eyes, crinkled by the heaviness of his eyelids, fatigue almost driving him into the door of the small exterior.

The balcony wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either. Jungwon, 1.74 m tall, could lie down on it. The safety barrier, a thick plate of glass that allowed him to see what was going on in the identical balcony some 150 meters from theirs, wasn't very high either. Standing up, it reached just above his waist. In fact, if he leaned over too far, he risked falling into the small shared garden downstairs. The layout of their apartment was quite practical. They lived in a one-storey building with only two apartments. The one downstairs had been vacant for some time. Opposite, on the other hand, the only thing he could see was the almost identical building just across the street, if it wasn't for the fact that this one was much smaller. Jay had once told him that the layout was almost the same, except that both apartments were smaller. Add to that the lovely shared garden in the middle of both houses. In the tenants' contract, it was stipulated that the garden was shared between the four apartments, but the cat had never seen anyone venture into it. On several occasions, though rarely, he had seen a boy going in. But in those moments he was between sleep and consciousness, so his memories were a little hazy. Not that he really cared.

Yawning, he slumped onto his back on the long gray cushion that lined the balcony floor and spread his arms and legs, letting the warmth of the sun warm him. But suddenly, his ears twitched by their own volition. A sound had reached them. Incessant, repetitive, but above all annoying, since all he wanted to do was sleep. Sitting cross-legged on his cushion, tail wagging rapidly from annoyance, Jungwon's gaze scanned the surroundings. It was usually silent. It had only taken him two weeks' vacation with Jay for these birds to have the good sense to come back and bother him ? This thought made him realize that his scent was no longer lingering on the balcony. He'd have to remedy that, but first he'd have to chase those birds away. His pupils narrowed to a fine slit, ready to show his pretty fangs to any bird that dared sabotage his nap.

He leaned over a little and swept his gaze across the garden, looking for the culprit, but finding none. Gradually, his eyes made their way up the opposite building, and at last, they settled on a silhouette. How strange, Jungwon couldn't remember having a neighbor. Frowning, he detailed the figure with a critical eye, then his eyes opened wide at the sight of the source of the noise. Jungwon had excellent eyesight, so this figure seemed to be sitting right in front of him. His eyes followed the movements of the brush the person was holding in her pretty, slender fingers, then settled on the subject of those ministrations. A magnificent bushy tail, pale gray but shiny, and seemingly unconditionally soft. Jungwon wanted to slip his fingers into it. He looked up to see who owned it, and was greeted by the sight of a young woman, no older than himself, her ears folded back on her skull, a persistent pout on her lovely features.

Jungwon tilted his head, curious. She didn't seem in a good mood. She didn't look pleasant. What if she was trying to assert her territorial rights ? Was he destined to have to fight her every time he came out on the balcony for a good time ? Ah, that was out of the question. Jungwon loved lying in the sun, napping to the chirping of the birds, watching the clouds pass overhead, grooming himself. He didn't want it to change, he liked his every habit, he liked his routine, he didn't like what was unexpected and unpredictable. So he was about to hiss, curling his lips and flattening his ears against his skull, when suddenly the girl across the garden lifted her head.

The first thing the cat noticed was the pout that adorned his face. Her lip was pouting and her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster's. Jungwon was surprised to find her…cute ? He couldn't stop his face from returning to normal and his eyes from widening, forming two black beads as his pupils dilated, showing his curiosity. His new neighbor's ears perked up in turn and her face changed, adopting a startled look. She didn't know she had a neighbor either, apparently. Jungwon's sharp gaze didn't miss the way her pretty tail twitched under his fingers, or the way she flinched, sitting back on her haunches in case she needed to leave in a hurry. She tilted her head, curious, before leaning forward a little and smiling softly, greeting Jungwon with a shy wave of her hand. As soon as she had done so, she moved away on her hands and knees, her gaze never leaving his, before speeding off once she was near the glass door of her balcony.

Jungwon suddenly felt as if he couldn't see properly. In the past, his colorful world could keep him lost in thought for hours on end. His vision had no limits; it didn't stop at the sky or the stars. Now, however, he felt as if someone had put a cardboard box around his head. That he could only see in front of him, see that famous balcony, that tail sticking out of the wall, wagging from time to time, its owner peeking out from time to time to see if her new neighbor had left.

Jungwon felt as if all he wanted, wished for, was her. He wanted to hug her, stroke her hair, see that pout again, groom her and bask in the sun with her. His favorite color now was the fur on her tail, pale gray. Everything he'd found interesting before no longer made sense. Knocking glasses off Jay's counter, hiding his shoes, it was all futile now. She was the only thing that made sense. He was lovesick.

"Jakey !" you rushed to the door, leaving your hiding place behind the wall, near the French windows, to greet your best friend and owner. Your situation was similar to Jungwon's, but your characters were very different. And unlike the cat across the garden, you didn't have the luxury of living in a big apartment, nor did you have the luxury of breaking things because you knew Jake couldn't afford to replace them. So you were docile and gentle, always clamoring for his attention when he came home from his long days at work.

"Baby ! How was your day ? Did you nap in the sun ? I left the balcony doors open." he asked as he dropped his bag to the floor, opening his arms wide for you to step inside.

You threw yourself into his arms, savoring his embrace as you rubbed your head affectionately against his. You couldn't respond as a heavy purr escaped you in a continuous rhythm, making Jake smile as he swayed from one foot to the other, making you twirl left and right.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm really tired. I'll go take a shower and I'll meet you in bed okay ?"

Your purring suddenly stopped and, gradually, you loosened your grip around Jake's neck. For a minute, you just stared at the ground, searching for the right words to say, but finally decided not to spoil his evening. Your owner was doing his best to make sure you had a roof over your head and enough food on the table, so you couldn't ask too much from him, right ? It was bad enough that he was a student, but he'd also decided to take you with him when he left Australia, not wanting to be separated from you. So he had two mouths to feed, courses to attend and revise, and a job where he had to do his best for fear of being replaced by someone else who needed the work just as much as he did.

But you ? You did little more tan make him draw on his reserves and make him buy you clothes and accessories every time he went out. Well, you didn't ask him to, he just went gaga on you and couldn't help but buying the clothes in the shop front because he thought that it would look good on you. You had nothing to complain about. You had no right to wish he'd sit beside you on the balcony on a sunny afternoon and brush your tail; you had no right to ask him to spend an entire evening cuddling you, rubbing behind your ears, when he woke up early the next morning. You had no right to demand that he take care of you; that was selfish of you. You could do as you did today, do it yourself and grumble. Just like you did last week when you moved into that new apartment. So you pushed that ugly feeling of envy to the back of your mind and looked up, a little smile on your lips, gentle and understanding, and you nodded.

"Thanks Baby." Jake kissed your forehead, kicked off his shoes, grabbed his bag and then made a bee-line toward your shared bedroom, missing the way your ears had drooped the instant he'd disappeared from your sight, tail dangling.

D-1

The next afternoon, the call of the heat was far too tempting. You were bored out of your mind in your little studio, there was no TV or console, and Jake had taken his computer with him. You were doomed to roll around in your shared bed, count the number of fake glow-in-the-dark stars you'd stuck to the ceiling for the hundred and twenty-third time since you'd moved in, or talk to your pet stuffed animal. But the sun's rays streaming through the slippery doors and across the floor looked comforting. You were sure that underneath you could fall asleep until Jake returned. But being the shy cat that you were, you didn't want to see that imposing cat across the garden again. When you moved in, you were sure you smelled another hybrid. That was him. The cat from the apartment directly in front of you.

Sighing, you slumped full-length onto your stomach, caressing with your fingertips the faded piece of carpet that Jake had wanted to put under the bed for some reason you didn't yet know. Your tail hanging off the bed suddenly caught your attention. Since you'd moved in, its color had faded and it was much less soft than before. It was your pride and joy, and you loved to stroke it or curl up around it in winter, it was so comfortable and silky. Jake was also very fond of your tail; he often said that he met a lot of hybrids at university, but none of them had a tail as pretty as yours. Huffing, you sat up on the bed, perfectly proud of the idea that had just crossed your mind: you were going to brush yourself and give some color back to your pile of fur. Maybe then Jake would cuddle you again instead of slouching off to sleep like a starfish.

Nodding, a big smile on your face, you stood up and walked over to the drawer Jake had emptied so you could put your beauty products in. You could count them on the five fingers of your hand, but the gesture and the intention had made you so happy that Jake didn't even have the heart to feel guilty about not being able to give you what you wanted or needed. But as your gaze wandered to the corner of the drawer where you usually put your brush, you found it empty. Devoid of your favorite beauty tool. Then you were struck by the realization that you'd left it on the balcony yesterday.

Dejected, you let yourself fall to the floor, glancing from time to time at the parquet floor by the glass doors, which was brilliantly lit by the sun's warm rays. Ah, you really wanted to take a nap on the balcony now. You took your courage in both hands and slowly, like a cat approaching its prey, moved towards the door without ever leaving your place on the floor, crawling on your hands and knees, your tail wagging nervously behind you. The sun's reflection prevented you from seeing properly outside, so, with a hesitant hand, you took hold of the handle and gently slid the door open, leaving it wide enough for you to pass through, but also to close it quickly if necessary.

Your palms rested on the concrete that made up your balcony and you sighed with contentment at the sensation of warmth beneath your fingers. It was so comforting. You looked up at the balcony on the opposite side and were only half-surprised to see that the long cushion used as a mattress was occupied. So you hesitated, your knee stopping mid-air, unsure whether to simply pick up your brush or bask in the sun, minding your own business. What a dilemma.

Jungwon, who had been sitting here for a good hour, hadn't taken his eyes off your balcony even once. He'd been waiting for you to come out so he could see you again. You had been haunting his thoughts since yesterday. He'd been distant all evening, staring into nothingness as he was thinking about you. He hadn't gone to ask Jay for his "Welcome home bitch" caress, hadn't replied when Jay pointed out with amusement that he'd behaved like a good kitten today, and hadn't once hissed at him. What had really alarmed the American, however, was when Jungwon came to bed, pupils dilated, still lost in thought, and started kneading his stomach while demanding scratching. But Jay wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Just because his cat, who was independent and usually fell asleep grumbling when he tried to pet him, was now accepting his caresses, didn't mean he should panic.

In short, Jungwon had been waiting for you since last night. So when the glass door gently slid open and let him catch a glimpse of you, he couldn't help the purr that resonated in the hollow of his throat. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you raised your head, freezing, waiting to see what his next move would be. And Jungwon knew exactly what to do at that moment. At least, his instincts knew, and what else could he do but listen to his instincts.

He tried to look as small as possible and laid down on his back, watching you as your silhouette appeared upside down to him, a loud purr escaping from his throat. You didn't look convinced, but Jungwon knew that you no longer perceived him as a threat, at least for the time being. He also knew that his smell and the sound of his purring had reached your ears, since the pheromones you unconsciously let escape from your body told him you were relaxed. However, even as you tiptoed towards your brush, you remained seated by the door, ready to leave at the slightest sign of aggression on his part. With a slow, repetitive gesture, you began to brush your fur, glancing from time to time at a completely relaxed and enamored Jungown, lying on his bed, watching you repeat the same gesture tirelessly. What a great day.

D-3

"Jay !" Jungwon smiled, rushing into his eldest's arms, hugging him affectionately while purring loudly.

Jay didn't know what to say, what to do. He recoiled and couldn't stop his face from twisting into a concerned grimace. In all the years he'd known and lived with Jungwon, the cat had never given him such a warm welcome. It was fascinating. And frightening.

Trying to act as if nothing had happened, Jay awkwardly returned Jungwon's embrace, not being usually the affectionate type. But he couldn't very well push him away when, for the first, or rather second time in almost five years, Jungwon was demonstrating affection for him. Admittedly, it was an unexpected change, but also a welcomed one. For three days, his cat hadn't broken anything, raided the fridge or torn up his sheets. Whatever had happened to him, it must surely have been something positive.

Jay finally managed to detach himself from the young man and set about removing his shoes, when he suddenly froze. No. There was nothing normal about this behavior. He shouldn't be happy about it. The heat of Jungwon had already passed, and the next heat was still a long way off. It was selfish of him to be content and satisfied with the actions of his otherwise distant cat. Something was going on with Jungwon if he suddenly acted all lovey-dovey with him.

The American sat down on the sofa and didn't even need to call out for his cat, since the latter had followed close behind and was now laying with its head in his lap, its tail wagging lazily on the edge of the sofa. Jay took a deep breath and began mindlessly stroking Jungwon's black ears, hesitating several times before finally asking, "Jungwon, are you feeling…good ? Not sick or anything ?"

Jungwon turned his head towards his owner so that his face faced his, tilting his head in disbelief. For a few brief seconds, Jay saw this glint of malice and something akin to disdain, an expression with which he was very familiar because of his cat. But he also saw that it had come and gone, while Jungwon, curious, shook his head to indicate that he didn't feel weird.

"Did something happen today ?"

Despite the way Jungwon had dismissed this question by shaking his head, Jay knew instantly that something had happened. Jungwon had smiled stupidly and his pupils had dilated in a way the boy had never seen before. His gaze had become distant, almost dreamy, and then the black cat had ended the discussion by lying on his side, towards the French windows leading to their little balcony, his purring doubling in strength. Ah, Jay now had two problems: he couldn't move since his cat had taken up residence on him, and on top of that he was acting strangely. Ah, what a perfect day.

D-4

"Jakey ? Jakey ! Jake !"

"What ?!" The Australian boy snapped, his head turning in your direction, a frown on his face. He'd dropped his pen and pushed his chair back from his little desk at breakneck speed, causing you to take three steps backwards, looking guilty, ears folded back against your skull. He exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair, restraining the urge to tear up his course sheets that he'd been staring at all evening. The whole three weeks, in fact. "What do you want ? What do you need ?"

"I-" You stammered, standing in front of him like a child being scolded. Your tail wagged nervously behind you and you began to play with the edges of your sweater. Under the pressure of his gaze, your cheeks flushed, embarrassed. "Nothing, just filling silly… 'M sorry…"

Jake huffed as he returned to his desk. He really wanted to give you all the love you deserved, but right now, if he wanted to be able to give you what you wanted and more, the last thing he needed was to repeat his year. He wasn't to be distracted by your adorable pout, let alone spend thirty minutes playing with you, even if you brought him your toys as you had done over the past few days. He couldn't afford it; he had to be the responsible one for the sake of your future. Even if it meant letting you down a little. You were a cat, you were also independent, right ?

You frowned not in anger but in frustration. For the past few days, you'd had this irrepressible urge to make yourself heard by Jake. You wanted him to listen to you, to see you, to cuddle you, to love you. But you tried so hard to push those feelings deep into your heart, knowing full well that you couldn't be a distraction for him. And yet, a little voice inside your head kept urging you to meow until he paid attention to you.

You stood behind Jake for a few minutes, part of you hoping that maybe he'd turn around and give you a hug, or let you rest your head in his lap while he worked, but none of that happened. Not even after ten minutes. Not even after thirty minutes. Or an hour. You were still standing behind him, your feet and body begging you to move, to sit, your limbs tingling, indicating that you were becoming numb. And that's what you were becoming. Numb.

"Oh my God yes finally !" Jake sighed with a mixture of joy and fatigue, big dark circles under his eyes and finished cups of coffee stacked next to his laptop. He'd spent hours on this project and was very pleased with it. He wouldn't have to work this weekend and could concentrate fully on his barista job. He might even be able to work overtime to buy you that new console game you'd been talking about after seeing the advert on TV. Yes, that's what he was going to do.

Happy and pleased with his idea, he turned to the faded sofa in the middle of the room to tell you of his genius, "Baby !" But you weren't there. You weren't lying on your stomach, snuggled under a soft comforter, reading your favorite book for the third time. Confused, he scanned his apartment, looking for your silhouette. You sometimes liked to lie on the floor when it was too hot. But you weren't there. But your favorite ball, the one you loved to play catch with Jake, was. Miserable, alone, in the middle of the dimly lit living room. The same one you'd brought him earlier in the evening.

Jake's eyes widened and he had what seemed like one last burst of caffeine, allowing it to remind him of how he'd rejected you hours before. "Oh shit shit shit." Slipping a hand nervously through his hair, he scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair with the force with which he'd stood up. "Baby com'here !" His calls fell on deaf ears and no sound reached him. He didn't have to look for you, since his apartment consisted of just three rooms. The bathroom, which also served as a toilet, the small living room where only a desk, a commode and a sofa could fit, and his bedroom, which consisted of a wall cupboard and a large double bed. He made his way into your room, silently hoping that you were sleeping peacefully, cuddling your tail. But the sight that greeted him was far different from the scene he'd imagined. You were awake, and you weren't in bed. You were sitting in front of the French window that led to the little balcony that Jake didn't like all that much. You, on the other hand, loved to groom yourself there in the afternoons, when the sun was at its zenith, rocking you in its comforting warmth.

He ignored this strange situation, which should have set him thinking, and only glanced outside through the closed window, oblivious to the faint night-light lit in the opposite building. He stroked your head and you gasped, raising your big dilated eyes to him. Ah, Jake felt so loved. Smiling, albeit tiredly, he lifted you into his arms, closing the window curtain with a quick tug, again oblivious to the way your ears had briefly folded.

"I'm sorry Baby, I'm just trying to do something nice for the both of us, didn't mean to snap at you like that." He set you down on the bed then slumped over you, blowing playfully on your face to see your face contort into the little grimace he loved so much.

You fidgeted, trying to push his face away from yours so he'd stop tickling you by rubbing his face against yours. You didn't hold a grudge and loved him so much that you couldn't bear to stay angry with him for more than a few minutes. Scratch that, you'd never been angry with him. "It's 'kay Jakey."

A few minutes passed as he stroked your hair affectionately, then he stood up and undressed, keeping only his boxers on, before snuggling up to you, whispering in the hollow of your ear, "I love you Baby, hope you know it."

And you smiled, rubbing your head against his cheek, wrapping your arms around his torso and your tail around his leg before whispering "I love you too Jakey..." between two purrs.

D-7

It was time for Jungwon to come and perch on the balcony, watching you brush or bask in the sun. It was a routine, an unspoken thing between the two of you. One would always wait for the other, lie down or sit on the balcony, ears perked up and eyes fixed on the opposite window, watching for the slightest movement. This time Jungwon had arrived much earlier, somewhere around eleven a.m., impatiently waiting for you to come and sit on the floor of your balcony. As usual, you opened the balcony when the sun was high in the sky and sat gracefully on the floor, which incidentally didn't look at all comfortable for something as precious and beautiful as you. Well, that was just Jungwon's opinion.

The black cat knew that you didn't live alone, and many clues told him that you were in the same situation as he was. There was a good chance that you were living at someone's expense, Jungwon was even sure of it, he had seen the same male silhouette several times when he sat in front of the balcony window late at night. With the night and the lack of light, he hadn't been able to clearly make out the person taking care of you, but from the way your bushy, radiant tail had dulled, he was sure this person was an idiot. Jay would have taken better care of you and never let you sit on the floor, even if it meant covering their whole apartment with carpet or rugs that were far too luxurious.

Pushing those ideas out of his mind, hiding those scenes he'd imagined, the ones where he'd carry you off and lock you in his room, grooming and pampering you for hours on end, he did what he did best in your presence, looking into your eyes with such admiration and purity that his owner would have been almost disgusted. A few times, you'd lift your gaze from your tail and dare to meet his eyes, but immediately your cheeks would flush and you'd decide that the sky was far too beautiful to ignore today. But a few minutes later you looked at him again, a few seconds longer, before avoiding his gaze. But Jungwon was satisfied with just those few seconds. He was sure that, in time, you'd finally be able to look him in the eye just as he looked at you, and you'd see the way he'd blink slowly, or make himself smaller, rolling onto his back, presenting you his favorite stuffed toy.

But he was already satisfied with the progress he'd made that week. For the first two days, you confined yourself to sitting on the edge of the door, making it clear that you didn't trust him. Even when you stared at a fixed point behind him, pretending to look at him so as not to appear intimidated, your face forming a pout that was meant to be frightening, Jungwon couldn't help finding you beautiful and adorable. You sat there all afternoon, staring at this fixed point. On the third day, you decided to ignore him, but this time you brought back your brush, which by the way seemed to be damaged. You didn't give him a single glance, but Jungwon was satisfied to see you sitting far enough away from the door, closer to the glass barrier that prevented you from falling into the green grass below your feet. And since then, you'd always settled into your usual place, leaning against the wall, watching the birds fly overhead or stroking your tail again, tirelessly.

It was a habit that Jungwon had initially found beautiful and cute, but now he couldn't help but feel worried. A strange feeling bubbled up inside him, his instincts screaming at him to stop your tireless gesture. After all, despite the time you spent brushing your appendage, Jungwon had noticed that it wasn't looking any better. On the contrary, the color of your tail was fading a little more every day, and so was the amount of hair. What worried him most was your left ear, which seemed to be losing a little more hair every day. The cat had noticed your annoying habit of vigorously scratching your ear when you were lost in thought, or when your ears suddenly twitched. You scratched your ears nervously before hurriedly getting up and leaving the balcony. Jungwon wouldn't see you again until the following day.

Lying on his stomach, sighing with contentment, not once taking his eyes off you, Jungwon suddenly had an idea when he saw you fidgeting on the spot, readjusting your position. He suddenly stood up, catching your eye and your curious gaze, before rushing into the apartment.

The instant he disappeared, you sat bolt upright, startled. A million thoughts raced through your mind. Had you been too hostile ? Not welcoming enough ? Hadn't you shown him that his presence soothed you ? Were you not good company ? A strangled cry akin to a distressed mewl almost escaped your throat, but you held it back, almost choking. You crawled forward, approaching the barrier, putting a hand on it, about to stand up, when he suddenly reappeared, a laptop that would surely cost Jake three rents in hand. Oh, your neighbor across the street must have had a wealthy owner. You shrank a little at the information, suddenly feeling ashamed of your financial situation. But before you could even back away from your spot by the railing, the big, almond eyes of the cat across the street turned to you and lit up like a child's eyes at Christmas.

Faintly, almost indistinctly, you heard a low growl. You flinched, preparing to be spat on for breaking an unspoken rule. But slowly and surely, your brain associated the noise with something very familiar. The same sound that emanated from your throat when Jake gave you attention. The boy across the street had come up to the glass, almost glued his face to it, and was purring. He was happy, just to see you come within a few centimeters even when you were meters away made him happy. Although Jungwon noticed immediately, his heart doing pirouettes, the biggest of smiles on his face, it had taken you ten minutes or so to understand and hear that there wasn't just a rumble in the air. Unconsciously, in response to his joy and soothing signals, you too began to purr. You hadn't purred for two days now. It felt good.

D-9

"Baby ! Did you ordered something ?"

Jake's voice snapped you out of your staring duel with Jungwon, and you pouted and scratched your ear at the satisfied, almost mocking look on the boy's face. Shyly, you gave him a little wave and a little smile, letting your tail slide along the glass plate before rising lazily from the floor. Whereas a few days before you'd jumped up to greet the Australian, this time you'd hesitated. You turned around a few times, took two steps back and then one forward, then went inside for good, closing the door behind you.

Jungwon noticed this hesitation and couldn't help smiling smugly, knowing that you'd almost rather stay with him than go back to your guardian. He'd made enormous progress of which he was not just a little proud, and so had had almost no qualms about tracing your curves with his eyes when you'd stood up. His gaze lingered on the curve of your hips. Wide hips and chunky thighs. Able to bear children, survive through pregnancy and give her a litter of kittens.

What ? What !

Jungwon's face paled and he suddenly buried his head in his cushion, muffling his cry at the desperate thought which just crossed his mind unexpectedly. He couldn't understand why he'd suddenly thought of that, he wasn't in heat and he wasn't about to have it. He felt a sudden urge to cuddle, so he went inside to pester Jay to come home.

Jake had asked the question before he'd even entered the house. As he returned from a particularly quiet day, ready to be greeted by your warm arms and soothing purrs, the young man had found a package outside the front door downstairs. Last time he checked, you and he were the only tenants in this building, which was far too shabby to have any other inhabitants, so this package could only be for you. It was a rather large box, and after checking that it wasn't a joke by looking left and right and looking at the address, which surprisingly matched his floor, Jake realized that a note had been added in the delivery instructions.

"For the cat..? What the-"

The Australian had been creeped out at first. Was someone stalking you, his sweet baby ? He had to ask you first before jumping to conclusions. So he'd gone upstairs and called you. But when he turned the doorknob and entered the apartment, he thought for a moment that his lunch was about to go down his throat. You weren't there, behind the door, waiting for him. You weren't waiting for him.

"Jakey..?" You'd asked in a way he knew wasn't a question. You knew he was there, but you hadn't waited for him. Why ?

"Baby ? Everything's all right ? Feeling good ? Not too hot ?" he said dropping the heavy box on the floor to check your temperature.

You leaned in his hand affectionately, humming. He exhaled, relieved, and fail to miss that the usual purring sound wasn't emanating from your throat. And hadn't for a few days.

"There's a box, I think it's for you. Did you ordered something ?"

Horrified, you opened your mouth and eyes wide. You couldn't afford to order something without asking Jake's advice when he was working day and night to provide for you. "No, I swear I didn't Jakey !" You clasped your hands around his, big round eyes looking at his worriedly.

"It's fine baby I'm not scolding you. Well, I think it's for you though so open it and tell me what it is, yeah ? I'll go make some ramens."

You nodded, eyeing the box more than a little warily, taking small steps towards it, nudging it with the tip of your finger before crouching down beside it and looking at it from side to side. You sat cross-legged, your tail wagging lazily behind you, before finally deciding to open it, finding a chisel lying around in the commode to cut off the large piece of scotch tape. After struggling for some minutes, you finally managed to pull out the huge, heavy piece of plastic contained in the box. Just as you were about to rip it open, a sheet of paper fell, landing only a few centimetres from you.

You tilted your head, curious, then picked up the piece of paper, seeing that it was just a blank sheet. Shrugging, you were about to throw it away, only to notice black ink on the back. Turning the paper over, you saw that a message had been typed on the computer.

'A queen-sized fluffy cushion for a glamorous princess. -Jungwon'

You'd never heard or read that name before. But you knew who had sent you the package. Your instincts were screaming it, your heart was singing it and your head was repeating it. He'd probably given you something you couldn't afford, something you and Jake could never afford, but that didn't matter to you right now. What mattered to you was that you could finally put a name to the face you saw every day. You could finally call by a first name the person who reassured and comforted you every day.

"Jungwon. Jungwon… Jungwonnie…"

"Well ? What is it ?" Jake returned to you, two bowls of noodles in hand, and set them down on the small coffee table in the living room.

In your haste, you found yourself hiding the sweet note behind you, discreetly sliding it under the sofa. Immediately, a feeling of guilt grabbed you by the throat and made you nauseous, your stomach churning at the mere idea that you'd just hidden something from your owner, from Jake, your best friend. You smiled hesitantly, wishing his fatigue would make your smile believable, before opening the large laminated package in the middle of the living room. Immediately, an atrophied cousin stretched out to its full length, swelling with every passing minute under your two startled gazes. The cushion was as fluffy as you could wish for, but above all, it was huge. Very huge.

"Wow, that's impressive." Jake said, bewildered at the mere sight. He leaned over the pillow and rested his hand on it, then his eyes opened wide at the sensation of the soft, squishy material beneath his fingers. He felt as if the pillow were enveloping his hand, beckoning him to sleep on it, or to rest on it without moving for hours. "Even though it's nice and obviously super expensive, it's not ours, we should send it back." Jake concludes with a shrug, already preparing to repack the package as best he can.

But that's without counting on your quick reflexes and 'soften Jake' skills. You threw yourself into his arms, burrowed in and affectionately rubbed your head in his neck. Your big, bright eyes looked up at him, pleading. "No ! I like it ! Can we keep it ?"

"Baby, it's not ours, someone must be looking for it…"

"It says for the cat ! Must be for me, right ?" you whined cutely, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jake's cheeks flushed and he felt his body and mind playing tricks on him. When did you get so cute ? When did you grow up so much ? Since when did you know how to use your charms ? "Baby, it means that some creep is looking at you." He cup your face, looking into your eyes, worried, "You'd tell me if someone was making you feel uncomfortable, right ?"

"Sure Jakey !" you purred, batting your eyelashes and smiling cutely. You innocently pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips before continuing "But I really, really like it ! Just this once ? Pretty please ?"

Jake hugged you tightly, hiding his blush in the crook of your neck, hoping you couldn't feel his heart beating faster, threatening to escape his chest. He mumbled, "Just this once…", and you squealed out of pure joy, purring loudly while throwing yourself into your new bed, rolling in it.

"I love you Baby."

"Oh this is so fun !"

Jake felt his insides twist and his eyebrows furrow. You always responded to his 'I love you's. Since you were just babies, you always responded, and sometimes you were even eager to be the first to say it. The Australian felt confused but most of all hurt, didn't you love him anymore ? Figuring you probably hadn't heard him, he repeated himself, raising his tone slightly, "Baby, I said I love you."

"Hmm ? Oh, I love you to Jake !"

Yeah, you just hadn't heard him.

D-12

"Peek-a-boo!"

Jungwon heard you giggled from across the garden and smiled, proud of himself for being able to make you laugh like that. He hid behind the glass door again, waited a moment, waiting for your breath to stop for a few seconds, as it did every time he disappeared, then emerged from behind the door with a leap, faking claws and growling playfully.

"Rawr !" you said back, imitating him, but not in a moronic or infantile way, but rather amused, perhaps even mocking. But the black cat would gladly be the target of your mockery if it meant hearing your laughter over and over again. He thought he could be satisfied with seeing you lying in that cushion he'd chosen for you, and he had been. For about five minutes. He'd seen you looking up at him with your big round eyes, then you'd blinked slowly, then stretched out full length in his present, presenting your belly to the sky and to him. Jungwon was no longer satisfied. At that moment he had decided to give you the world and more.

So, what was supposed to be just one bed, had turned into a brand new brush made from the softest, most hybrid-friendly materials, then a new range of coat care products, which you diligently applied every night so that Jungwon would see that you cherished and cared for what he was offering you, to indicate to him that you accepted his advances. And this morning you'd received a ton of clothes, luxurious brands or not, cute, black, pink, tracksuits, sweaters, skirts. But Jake hadn't seen any of it, at least not yet. You knew it annoyed him that he didn't know where all these gifts had come from, since they were obviously for you, but he was far too busy with his studies and work to investigate seriously.

All these gifts were accompanied by cute notes written on the computer or appearing on the delivery instructions. You kept them carefully between a pile of your clothes, and tried to imagine Jungwon's voice, which you'd only heard a few times before. His voice was light and comforting, like a sea breeze in midsummer, and you wished you could hear it again and again, but unfortunately you both spent your time absorbing the sun's rays or playing in silence.

'Kitten must take care of herself to be the prettiest cat. -Jungwon' 'Your tail looks ravishing, just like you... -Jungwon' 'Saw this skirt and thought aout you, you'll be the prettiest kitten in it ! -Jungwon'

It was feeding your ego, making you feel better about yourself. And spending days just lying in the sun, knowing that Jungwon was right next door, was probably the most relaxing part of your daily routine. And yet, a hollow in your heart seemed to grow with each passing day. Your heart had room for many, of course, but that also meant that Jungwon was no substitute for Jake. And every day he neglected you was a day your mood worsened. He'd probably noticed that you'd stopped coming to say hello and just waited for him in the living room, that you smiled without any real zest when he stroked your ears. Although, on Jake's part, maybe he hadn't noticed any of that.

"Oh, hi ?"

A very familiar voice startled you and you turned at full speed towards the balcony doors, Jake's silhouette awkwardly holding onto them, trying not to step on your bed. He wasn't looking at you, he was looking at the cat in front of him, he was looking at Jungwon. And Jungwon was looking at him. Just when he thought he'd be angry and probably hiss at your owner, Jungwon surprised himself by saying nothing. He simply tilted his head left and right, examining the newcomer up and down.

"Thought I heard you laugh so I came here to check because I don't know what happened to our living room. But I think-" he looked at your big round and surprised eyes and then at the black cat in front of you, then his gaze fell on the same cushion you had, and he had a revelation. "I think I know who your secret admirer is, now…"

Jake nervously ran his fingers through his hair, not even sure why he was nervous, then sighed heavily. "Hum, excuse me, are you the one sending us all those stuffs..?"

Silence answered him and your gaze kept alternating between Jungwon and Jake, both silently looking into each other's eyes before Jake let out an embarrassed laugh. Jungwon didn't really know what to say: should he tell him the truth ? Lie ? He felt a little intimidated too, the man beside you was so handsome, with a pretty nose, high palmettes and a sharp jaw. But he didn't want you to get into trouble so he nodded silently, cautiously, tail wagging rapidly behind him, anticipating what was going to happen next.

"Okay~…" Jake nodded, dragging the 'o'. He recognized some of those quirks and habits the black cat had that you had yourself. And from the comfort in which he himself was ensconced, he was probably an indoor cat, like you. "You're kinda cute y'know ?" Jake said as a matter of fact, nodding to himself.

Well, Jungwon wasn't expecting that. He hid his blushing cheeks behind his much too large sleeves, annoyed at the male laughter that escaped from your owner. It was cute, Jungwon shouldn't find it cute.

"I'm Jake by the way. Bold of me to assume this but…can I talk to your- hum…caretaker? Don't wanna sound rude."

Jungwon contemplated his options. He could lie and play the card of the independent hybrid deeply revolted by his words just so he could blow him off. Or, he could get into your owner's good graces so he could woo you without fear of him interfering. Both options seemed equally tempting. Finally, he opened his mouth, speaking just loud enough for you to hear. "He's not here, he's working."

"Do you know when he'll come back?"

"In an hour or so."

"Okay, see ya then." Jake nodded, patting your head to gain back your attention. It was painful watching you gawk at the boy in front of both of you like this, with so much care and adoration. Now that he saw you looking at someone else in this way, Jake realized that it had been a few days since he'd seen that look in your eyes when he came home. Was the cat the reason ? An ugly and unfamiliar green feeling crept up his throat and choked him, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth at the sudden realization that you no longer found interest in him since you'd found another playmate. "Come on Baby let's go home."

Jungwon's ears perked up even more at the nickname Jake had for you. Oh, he knew you were kind and sweet, but hearing Jake call you that only confirmed his certainty. Even though he'd abandoned you for days, you still tolerated him calling you by that affectionate nickname. You were adorable. Jay, for less, would already have had to redo his dressing room because of his anger.

But you ? You were so nice and pliant. So 'Baby' material. Jungwon was sure you would be too, behind closed doors. That you'd bend over for him, call him and meow his name like a cat in heat, waiting for him to take care of you and fill you with his kittens. He knew you'd take whatever he gave you without ever complaining, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, let it be in the shower or in the kitchen. He knew you'd let him fuck you in your new bed so both your smells would soak up and mingle, that you'd let him cover you and spread his cum all over your body so everyone would know you belonged to him. And that then you'd lick his dick clean with both your cum before pushing your hips towards his again, demanding more, always more, whining and whimpering to be filled with something, anything. Yeah you were a Baby, but above all you were his Kitten, his breedable Kitten. You would carry his kittens so well.

"Hi ?"

"Hi ! I'm sorry I know it's late but I really really need to talk to you. Can you get down ?" Jake asked awkwardly and hurriedly. A morbid silence answered him and he facepalmed, electing that he'd forgotten the most important piece of information. "I'm your not so new neighbor by the way."

"…I'm coming."

Jake waited a few moments outside the building similar to his own, enjoying the welcome coolness of a spring's night, when suddenly the front door opened, the sound of flip-flops reaching his ears, making him turn around.

"Oh bro you're handsome !" Jake gasped, one hand in front of his mouth, looking his neighbor up and down. He wasn't much more dressed up than that, just a gray T-shirt and black shorts, with Nike flip-flops. And yet, his fine features and discreet but prominent muscles were enough to make Jake think that his profession was modeling.

The latter arched an eyebrow, not in the least impressed, as if he received this compliment every day, and waited patiently for the young man in front of him to recover from his emotions.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I'm Jake." Jake said, extending his hand toward the boy in front of him, who gave it a firm, deft shake.

"You have a bit of an accent ?" Jay asked, recognizing an accent he couldn't put a name to. He wasn't used to running into people who spoke English this well in South Korea outside of the workplace.

"Oh I'm Australian, moved here and here in Korea, and then-" he pointed to the apartment parallel to his own, "here. Been a while actually, but I didn't know I had neighbors until, well, two hours ago."

"Yeah sorry. Should have introduced ourselves properly but no one told me new people would move in. Are you with your girlfriend ? Or boyfriend, not judging or something. Or single ?"

Jake tilted his head, confused by the sudden question, but still kept a friendly smile and replied, "No, she's my- wait it feels weird to say it like that but I can't find a better explanation at the moment. I'm with my cat hybrid."

"You have a cat hybrid ?" Jay's hitherto almost bored gaze seemed to light up a little, genuinely interested in this new information. "Me too." he smiled, thinking about what Jungwon could be doing at the moment.

"Well, I kinda know. Thought you knew that there was a cat in front of your house too…?" Jake said almost hesitantly, gauging his reaction before dropping the bomb. Clearly he didn't seem to know what was going on between their two cats. "That's why I'm here actually…"

"What ? Did something happened ? This brat spend half his day on the balcony and the other half in my arms, surprisingly. He can be a bit rude at times, did he offended her ?"

"Oh no he's a sweetheart ! It's just that- Hum, your cat is-" Jake stuttered, biting his lower lips in order to hide his embarrassment. What he was about to say was weird, he knew it. And he hated the fact that it was their first time meeting each other, it somehow made it worse. "Well, he's showering mine in gifts. Clothes, selfcare products, books..."

"He's what now ?"

"He's treating my girl. Thought it was some random fan who thought that she was pretty, but turned out your cat was the fan."

"Oh." Jay honestly didn't know what to say. He felt embarrassed, his face had paled even though he was still cool and composed. His cat was spending lavishly on the new neighbor's cat. The American had expected a lot, but certainly not this.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not a problem. I mean, for us, don't know about you. Or it wasn't. Because he shopped some pretty good clothes actually, for my girl, and she's overjoyed and all ! But our apartment is way too small and I can barely step in the living room without walking on a new book or a new package. I'm sorry, you'll have to tell him to stop sending those, otherwise we'll have to donate them."

"Oh gosh this is so embarrassing."

"Nah bro we good don't worry, my cat is pretty shy and all, she never talk to anyone, but I think she's really good friend with yours. It was pretty cute honestly."

"Is she ? That's sweet then. But I'm still sorry, I'll go and talk some sense into him."

"Okay. Well, have a good night, sorry that we have to met like that."

"Me too."

Jay stood in the same spot, pondering his life choices. You definitely had to have something to do with Jungwon's sudden change in behavior, and you had to be as sweet as Jake claimed if Jungwon had stopped breaking his glasses overnight. Now he was curious. Watching Jake's silhouette as he prepared to disappear into the shabby building that served as an apartment complex, Jay made up his mind and ran after him, holding the door behind the Australian.

"Sorry ! I'm Jay, came from America."

Jake turned and smiled brilliantly at the boy in front of him, greeting him with an awkward wave of the hand, clearly pleased with the initiative Jay had taken.

"Can we exchange phone numbers ?"

"Yeah, sure Jay."

"Who are you texting ? And why are you giving me the cold shoulder ?" Jungwon whined, wiggling on the couch to be closer to his owner.

Jay hummed and suddenly laughed, as if what he'd just seen was the funniest thing ever. Jungwon frowned, annoyed at being ignored. Two weeks earlier he wouldn't have cared, but now he felt an urge to knock the glass off the table to get the American's attention.

"Jay~!"

Jay sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly annoyed at his cat's antics. "I'm texting our neighbor."

The cat's ears perked up at the mention of the apartment opposite theirs, curious as to how and why Jay had decided to keep talking to your owner. It wasn't in his nature to want to make friends with people. He wasn't an introvert, but he didn't like being around a lot of people either. "The one from the apartment in front of ours ?"

"Well, he's the only neighbor we have." Jay answered, rolling his eyes. He knew he was being petty but he couldn't help it after the stunt Jungwon pulled. "Actually, let's talk about them." Jay frowned and put his phone down on the coffee table, resting his chin on his joined hands, looking at the younger man with a sharp gaze. The latter looked at him, round-eyed, confused and alarmed at his friend's sudden change of attitude, and fidgeted awkwardly in place, his tail wagging nervously at his side. "When were you planning to tell me about those…presents ? Or about the cat across the garden."

"Oh."

"Oh, in fact. Jake told me that their apartment is full of presents, they can barely walk in there."

"I was just taking care of her ! She seemed really uncomfortable and annoyed in there."

"Jungwon, she has an owner ! Don't you understand ? It's not our job to take care of her needs !"

"Now you're being selfish." Jungwon scoffed, rolling his eyes and getting up from the couch, ready to ignore what Jay had to say.

"Oh no I'm not done wit you-" Jay stood up in turn and decided to follow him around the apartment. "I don't give a fuck about you spending my money or whatever. I care that you did not said a single thing to me or her owner !"

"Blah, blah, blah!" Jungwon shook his head, making it clear to Jay that he wasn't listening or caring about what Jay had to say.

Jay clenched his fists and took deep breaths to calm the anger boiling inside him. He didn't want to say something he'd regret later and risk betraying the trust his mischevious cat had in him. So he decided that leaving to think things over was the best thing to do. "Oh wanna act like a child ? I'll treat you like one then."

Jungwon turned abruptly, a plea on the tip of his lips as he watched the American leave, but his ego got the better of him. He exhaled heavily and went off to perch on his mezzanine, trying to get some sleep.

D-13

The next day, when you woke up groggy, an unbearable headache made it hard to breathe without feeling a burning in your nostrils. The lights seemed too bright even though Jake had taken care to keep the curtains closed, and your senses were in overdrive. Especially your sense of smell, which, between Jake's scent and yours around you, managed to discern another odor. Acrid and bitter, unpleasant and almost suffocating despite the little you inhaled. But above all, a familiar smell. One you'd learned to recognize with your eyes closed, that of Jungwon. Except now it was laced with notes of anger and pain, and it made you want to jump over the balcony to go find him and make him feel better. It didn't matter how.

You stood up and quickly washed your face, then quickly headed for the French window without even eating. You couldn't wait to see him sitting on the other side, so maybe you could comfort him ? But the sight that greeted you left you perplexed, but above all hurt, sad and alone. Opposite you, the cushion on which Jungwon used to rest and nap was missing. Only the cold concrete graced you from its sight, as well as that of the white electric shutter, closed completely. Maybe it was too early. Maybe he was just having a bad dream. But all the same, the sight of his missing pillow gave you a feeling of anxiety that almost made you nauseous.

You fetched your alarm clock and set it down in front of you, sat cross-legged and waited patiently for Jungwon to open the glass doors and greet you with a smile, tired perhaps, but a smile all the same. But it didn't happen. As you stood motionless, staring at the doors, hoping to see the person you were waiting for, the world around you continued to turn. Gradually, the refreshing breeze had turned to stifling heat as the sun continued to race across the sky. 9:30 a.m. soon became 11:30 a.m. , and then 1:30 p.m. , and then 3:30 p.m. . The sun was at its peak and your lips were beginning to chafe from lack of hydration. A dull ache in your head made your eyes heavy, but you managed to keep awake by clumsily scratching your right ear, ignoring the sensation of warm liquid running down them as you scratched for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. In the meantime, you'd spent the whole day tirelessly brushing your tail, ignoring the clumps of hair accumulating at your feet.

As your eyelids grew heavy, a piercing pain running up and down your head, a sudden movement opposite caught your attention. You winced at the sensation of your right ear twitching, but your eyes didn't move once from the repetitive movement opposite. In fact, it wasn't a movement, just a noise. Since this morning you'd been hearing faint sounds from the other side, too well muffled by the glass for you to make out, but this one was loud. Louder and louder, in fact. As if someone were banging on glass, over and over again. A high-pitched screeching noise made your eye twitch, but you leaned forward anyway, hopeful. You were sure it was Jungwon.

"Jung-…" you murmured softly, your voice cracking from lack of hydration and speech - you'd been mute for a whole day after all, hadn't uttered so much as a sound. Saying that syllable felt like a mouse had lodged itself in your throat and was trying to claw its way out. It was a dull, burning pain, heightened by the feeling of discomfort you'd been feeling for an hour now. And yet, you did your best to pronounce his name.

"Jung- Jung...won..."

It was the first time you'd ever called him. You wished it had been under different circumstances, but every time the opportunity arose and he stood in front of you, that word stuck in the hollow of your throat and your face flushed as if someone had whispered the worst obscenities to you. But this time it was different. Even though, as before, you felt the word was stuck in the back of your throat, you forced yourself to get it out. It was just a sound, two syllables, a pathetic whimper, but it was enough to make the drumming in front of you intensify.

"Jungwon..?"

"Jungwon ?"

"Jungwon !"

You'd spent the afternoon meowing his name, but never got an answer. You leaned over the balcony, almost fell over, but never stopped calling his name over and over again. At some point, you lost consciousness and your fragile figure sprawled out in your cushion, your eyelids half-open, murmuring the name of the boy across the garden.

It was 6 p.m. and Jay had barely parked his car in front of his apartment when a bad feeling already gripped his gut. In fact, he could only have had a bad feeling when he saw his belongings spread out on the dirty street floor, the window of his apartment wide open. Furious, he climbed the stairs four at a time, eager to give a piece of his mind to Jungwon.

Jay slowly opened the door to his apartment and a scene of war unfolded before his eyes. Slowly, he entered his apartment and his eye twitched at the sound of shattering glass beneath his feet. Lowering his gaze, he found the equivalent of his entire dinner service on his floor, shattered into thousands of pieces, scattered all over his apartment. Moving on, he found his sofa ripped open, his pillows torn to shreds, his curtains slashed and his chairs overturned. Whereas he'd been angry, now he felt more worried than anything else. Sure, Jungwon would break a glass or two when he was upset, but he'd never turned his apartment upside down like that, let alone thrown his stuff out of the window.

Walking briskly to his cat's room, he wasn't surprised to find him snuggled up in his fur comforter on top of the mezzanine, his back to the door. Hesitantly, he entered the room, but stopped short at the sound that greeted him as soon as he stepped inside. Jungwon was growling. His cat was growling at him. It was the first time this had ever happened and it was frightening. Not because he was afraid of what Jungwon might do to him, but rather because he was afraid their relationship was reaching a point of no return.

The American took small steps backwards, gently so as not to upset his friend, any thoughts of scolding him gone with the sigh he'd let escape once out of the room.

"Oh gosh…" he sighed, massaging his temples before grabbing his phone, making a call.

As he slumped into what was left of his couch, completely overwhelmed by the events, his attention was drawn to a strange and albeit slightly horrifying sight.

"Clinique Inter-species hello ! How can I help you ?"

Jay didn't even notice the other voice on the other end of the line and stood up cautiously, approaching the crime scene. Then, in a flash, everything connected in his head. The way Jungwon had acted today. it was all his fault, he'd reacted badly to the news yesterday and made an impulsive decision that put you all in a difficult situation.

"Hello ?"

"Yes ! Good evening, excuse me, I'd like to make an appointment as soon as possible for a cat hybrid please."

"Ah… I'm afraid you won't have an appointment for another week. Could I have your name and the name of the hybrid ?"

"Park Jongseong, the hybrid's name is Yang Jungwon."

"Oh Mister Park ! We have room tomorrow morning if you want it ?"

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Jay didn't wait for the hostess's reply before hanging up, a grimace on his face at the way she'd completely changed her attitude at the mention of his first name. Money could work miracles. But he couldn't dwell on that insignificant detail. Not when the French window leading to the balcony had multiple cracks in it, one of his gold trophies laying next to it on the ground. Everything made sense now.

You felt yourself being shaken back and forth before a strange sensation made you feel as if you were floating. Your limbs and tail dangled lethargically, and you were now sure that someone was carrying you. Far too woozy to open your eyes, you still felt your eyelids twitch at the bright light that seemed to be right in front of you. You wished you could curl up in a ball in the sheets beneath you to hide and mope in silence, but even lifting a finger seemed too much effort.

Soon enough, your senses awoke to the sound of hurried footsteps left and right, then a cool sensation on your forehead made you sigh with contentment. Delicately, you felt a cold cloth drape over your face, bringing a welcome coolness, and you couldn't help but lean into the sensation, a frown still on your face.

"Come on, I know you're there, wake up !"

You blinked once, twice, weakly before finally opening your eyes once your vision adjusted to your surroundings. Above you, Jake's terrified face greeted you and you couldn't help but let out a confused squeak. Why did he look so worried ?

His arms engulfed you and you inhaled deeply, your nose curling up at the pungent scent Jake's distress was emitting. But you didn't have the heart to push him away after seeing his eyes glistening with tears. He may never have been around, but you loved him all the same. He was your Jake.

"What's happening Jake ?" you voice came out horse and you coughed, gulping your saliva in order to quench your thirst.

Delicately, the Australian put you in a sitting position and rushed into the kitchen to bring you a large bottle of water. He sat down beside you on your bed and, having opened the bottle, brought it to your lips with one hand, the other resting behind your neck, supporting your head.

"Drink."

You could have protested and sulked, but Jake's tone, one you'd never heard before - demanding and commanding, left you no choice but to tentatively open your lips, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he helped you drink. You'd needed to get sick and dehydrated to realize that your best friend was handsome. From the features of his face to the way he frowned, or his long, thin, veined fingers, he truly was a work of art despite being a broke and single student.

Your cheeks reddened at these thoughts and you couldn't help wanting to pull your head away from his grip, whimpering like a child for him to let you go. But Jake was having none of it, "Drink or I'll force you."

Pouting, you gulped the water that flowed into your mouth, an adorable pout on your face that made a smile escape Jake despite his concern, "There you go, that's my good girl."

You almost spat all the water in your mouth or choked with it, ears folded over your skull as you did whenever you felt particularly shy or embarrassed. This caught Jake's attention and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, horrified at the sight of the red wound on your right ear, the bloody scratch marks, the bare, red, irritated skin. Yet you seemed oblivious to what had happened to you as you simply stared at him from behind your sleeves, eyes squinting and cheeks flushed.

"What..?"

"Nothing ! You should go to sleep, rest, we'll talk about this tomorrow."

"I don't want to talk about it…" you said like a grumpy cat, laying and showing your back to your friend.

He poked your ribs, making you stifle a laugh, before saying playfully, "Now you're just being bratty. Aren't you my good girl anymore ?"

There was a pregnant silence and Jake wondered if he'd gone too far in his teasing. Maybe you were really angry with him ? Maybe he'd done something to make you feel uncomfortable ? But that thought vanished the instant you turned, sheepishly, and nestled your face in his belly, whispering, "'M still your good girl…"

"I know baby, I love you."

"..."

"I said I love you."

"I know."

Later that night, Jake felt too anxious to sleep. He was trying to figure out when events had taken such a turn, how and why you'd gotten to the point where you'd only said 'I know' when he'd told you he loved you. He'd even let a few tears escape as he disinfected your wound, aware that this first-aid kit was the only thing he could provide when it came to care. He'd let a few tears escape because he knew that your financial situation wouldn't allow him to take you to the doctor. He had replayed the events of the last few weeks in his head and suddenly everything seemed to make a lot more sense. He'd needed you to get sick for him to realize how much he'd neglected you. He was ashamed of himself and of what lack of money had made him. He'd rather eat bread all through college than have to leave you so alone again.

Resolving to quit one of his part-time jobs, he still went to a forum that had advised him many times in the past, hoping that this time again these people could help him.

'Hi everyone. I'm having some problems with my cat hybrid. We've been living together for years now and she's very sweet and affectionate. Recently I've had to work twice as hard to support us so I've not been around too much. I honestly thought that was why she had become so distant. In fact, for several days now, she's been meeting a hybrid cat on the balcony. I think they spend hours there doing and saying who knows what to each other. Recently, I learned that he was the source of many of the gifts we received at home. I wondered if her behavior had anything to do with this boy ?'

He didn't have to wait long for many people to reply, as it turned out that some answers were more useful than others. Some couldn't help but gush over how it was 'cute' while some extremists criticized Jake for being your owner, saying that hybrids had as many rights as humans. But when people actually came up with an answer to his question, it always turned out to be the same one. One that made the Australian's blood boil as it scrolled before his eyes again and again-

D-14

"He's in love."

"Pardon ?"

Jay had no experience or knowledge of hybrids. In fact, he only knew what he needed to know to take care of Jungwon. And even then, he knew what he needed to know to take care of Jungwon's specific needs. And yet, he couldn't help but doubt the doctor's verdict. The verdict from someone who'd studied for years, who'd devoted part of his life to studying hybrids of every size, of every species. Was her cat in love ?

"He's in love, it's as simple as that." the doctor said in a tone of finality, perfectly sure of himself, closing the file dedicated to Jungwon once he'd finished jotting down his diagnosis. Stirring the pot, he continued, smiling, "In fact, I don't think I even need to be a doctor to say that. It's pretty obvious from what you're telling me."

"No but- He-…"

"He can fall in love too, you know ?" The doctor said in a soft voice, a smile that was meant to be comforting on his face. "I know it must feel weird, you've grown up with him and- well, I won't make any assumptions or judgments about the nature of your relationship, but it must feel weird to realize that your little hybrid has grown up and detached himself from you to the point of falling in love with another person, right ?"

Jay remained silent. He didn't think the diagnosis would affect him so much. Nor that the idea of Jungwon in love with someone would give him that feeling, the feeling of being helpless, devoid of words or control over the situation. Then again, he kind of doubted it. No, he knew it. But he didn't want to admit that his little cat had grown so much.

"I suggest you organize a meet up between him and her. Honestly, I can't help feeling concerned about this cat's health. What happened yesterday must have taken a tole on her too. Each person reacts differently."

"So that's it ? The prescription is a meet up between them ?"

"I could tell you the things you want to hear, that it's only temporary, giving you happy pills and suggesting you to prevent him from seeing that girl so you can pretend everything's fine. But here we're acting in the interests of the hybrids and, rarely when the situation arises, their eventual owner. I know you both well enough to know that's not what you want, isn't it Mr.Park ?"

"Right. I'm sorry. Thank you doc."

Jay bowed to the doctor, thanking him again. A silent thank you for helping him think more clearly. He knew he was being selfish, and perhaps if it had been any other doctor who simply gave his client what they wanted, this situation would have ended badly for everyone. Sighing, he headed for the door, accompanied by Jungwon's attending physician, who opened the door for him and shook his hand firmly, wishing him not to see him again any time soon.

Jay looked up from the floor and was greeted by the piercing, grumpy gaze of his cat, causing him to roll his eyes. He was immune to that gaze, but that didn't stop Jungwon from continuing to look at him that way.

"Bye Jungwon ! Can't wait to hear more about her !"

Jungwon bowed in the direction of the man in the white coat, ignoring the burning sensation at the tip of his ears. He turned quickly and left the corridor with a mechanical, embarrassed gait, causing the doctor to laugh and call his next patient.

Jay didn't arrive at the car until a few minutes after Jungwon, sighing as he slumped into the driver's seat. The silence in the car was heavy, Jungwon looking out over the parking lot, brows furrowed and eyes squinting, as Jay recalled his discussion with the doctor. A meet up. He had to organize a meet up. And as fate would have it. As he reached for his phone to send Jake a message, his screen lit up on its own, displaying the Australian's contact alongside a short message.

'Hey hope I'm not disturbing you ?' -Jake 'No, I was about to send you a message' -Jay 'Oh lol' -Jake 'Was thinking' -Jake 'Maybe we could make them meet ?' -Jake

Jay held back his laughter, trying not to attract his cat's sullen mood. Fate really did have a way of doing things.

'Loool, came back from the doc and he said Jungwon needed to meet your girl, was about to text you.' -Jay 'Why were you at the doc ? Is he fine ? 😧' -Jake

'Yeah don't worry.' -Jay 'I was concerned about his behavior, he broke everything in my apartment and tried to break the balcony's window.' -Jay 'Damn 🫢' -Jake 'Ikr' -Jay 'Turns out he was mad because he couldn't see his little girl friend aka your hybrid.' -Jay 'He must really like her lol' -Jake 'Doc said he's in love.' -Jay 'Damn' -Jake 'It's cute 🥰' -Jake

'Hmm' -Jay 'You think you can be in the garden by the time we come back home ?' -Jay 'Wait' -Jake 'We're allowed in there ?!' -Jake 'Didn't you read the lease ?' -Jay 'I did' -Jake 'Not 🫥' -Jake 'Well, now you know.' -Jay 'You can enter through the little wooden gate, it's always open.' -Jay 'On it bro 🫡 ' -Jake 'Thanks bro' -Jay

"What are we waiting for?" Jungwon huffed, eyeing Jay up and down, frowning at the sight of his friend smiling at his phone.

Jay turned and put his phone down beside him, shaking his head before putting on his seatbelt and starting the car. He knew he was being petty by not answering Jungwon, but he couldn't help thinking back to the damage the cat had done to his apartment and having a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He wouldn't try to ease the tension, even if the journey to their apartment was long. In fact, it was a good thirty-minute drive from the city center, as the two neighboring buildings stuck out like a sore thumb in the countryside around Seoul. No neighbors around, just the two of them. Well, just the four of you now.

"Come on Baby, we'll go out and breath some fresh air." Jake said as he lay down next to you, huffing at the feel and comfort of his bed. If he could, he would have used his weekend to lounge around his apartment, carrying you like a baby koala wherever he went, playing with you and kissing your face. But your condition was worrying, and although he had no desire to, he knew that the only cure for your malaise might well be the cat across the garden. He was jealous, it's true. To the point of tucking your tiny figure under one of his oversized sweaters and repeating dozens of times that he loved you between two smoochies on the cheeks. But he always wanted what was best for you.

"Where are we going..?" you asked, yawning like the tired kitty that you were. You felt the urge to just lay on the balcony and sunbath while waiting for Jungwon to come out. It'd been two days since you'd seen him, and you felt as if with every passing minute a gaping hole in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger. You felt empty. So you didn't even know what state you'd be in if Jake wasn't by your side.

"The garden." Jake said, beaming as he took a cap, putting it on his head before turning right and left, looking for his keys.

"The one under the balcony ?" It had caught your eye. That famous garden that separated you from Jungwon had always caught your eye. The grass was just the right height for you to feel like rolling around and lying in it for hours, and pretty flowers lined the poor, dull, moth-eaten wooden fence that connected the two buildings. You didn't know you were allowed to go there.

"Yup." he nodded, patting the pockets of his jacket, still looking for his keys, growing more frustrated with each passing second. "Have you seen my keys ?"

You looked up from the shoes you were putting on and scanned the room, searching your memory to see where he'd lost his keyring. Again. "In the trophy."

He tilted his head, confused as to why he would have put them there but went anyway, trusting your memory. Again. A big smile stretched his lips as he found his keyring and came over to kiss your forehead, hugging you. He loved being extra clingy with you. "Thank you Baby. What would I do without you ?" And the thought crossed his mind. What would he do without you ? Where would he be ? He remembered that there had been times in his life, hard, testing and challenging, when your cute face and comforting cuddles had gotten him out of a lot of trouble. He was the caring, respectful person he is today, partly thanks to you. So what would he do if you decided to be independent and leave him for someone else ? For that cat ?

"Jake?"

He didn't want to overthink it, but the simple fact that you no longer cuddled him before bed, that you no longer wanted to play with him, that you no longer said I love you to him, and especially that you no longer called him by that nickname you'd first called him with when you were still just kids made him feel abandoned. But he knew he was only reaping what he had sown. He'd abandoned and neglected you, you had every right to do so too.

"Jake, should we head outside?"

And yet you never raised your voice at him, never cried your woes to anyone who would listen, and you were patient, oh so patient even though sometimes Jake lost patience with himself. You were sweet, adorable, innocent. So corruptible that he wanted to tuck you under his arms and protect you from the world. But you were a woman, not the baby he cradled in his arms anymore.

"Yeah, let's go."

You went down the stairs and out through the front door, since the only way into the garden was through the gate onto the main street. Well, rather than a street, it was the only road leading to your poor apartment complex. As you walked at your own pace, Jake kept the conversation going. Finally, it wasn't long before you arrived in front of the verdant garden. The door was already open, the latch rusted to the point of falling off when Jake pushed open the little door.

"Nice ! It's actually quite pretty." Jake said as he took the first step, smiling brightly as his gaze fell on every little thing that stood out in the garden, especially the pretty weeping willow that stood between the two buildings, at the other end of the entrance, close to the fence that overlooked a huge field and a forest not far away. It was charming. As he was about to go and explore the garden, he felt your small hand grip his, lacing your fingers. He turned around big rond and heart shaped eyes, and felt his heart filling up with joy and love at your cuteness overload. You were looking at him with your doe eyes, wiggling, one of your hand playing with the hem of the sweater that Jake gave you as your cheeks were reddening because of embarrassment.

"I wanna explore with you..." you pout, getting closer to him and hugging his arm.

That one sentence was enough to make all the negative thoughts lingering in his mind go away and make his heart leap out of his chest. Even after everything that had happened, he was reassured to know that he was still the person you turned to when you were looking for a feeling of security. He was happy and glad to be your safe place and hoped to remain so for as long as you wanted.

"Of course Baby let's go, I'll follow you wherever you wanna go."

So you began your little tour, gently pulling Jake by the hand so he'd follow close behind. You hadn't been out for three weeks because you didn't feel like it, but the sensation of the grass tickling your calves gave you a serotonin boost. Your heart filled with joy at the sight of life around you, insects flying and birds singing. You couldn't help but crouch down to look at the flowers every time you passed a pretty bush. There were flowers of every color and kind, and you were surprised to see that they were so pretty and, above all, in such good condition, since it had been days since it had rained and the sun had been beating down hard. Normally, they would have dried out. But they were strong and radiant.

Jake held back a laugh and quickly grabbed his phone, taking a picture of you encouraging flowers without context. He knew you loved flowers, and you were taking particularly good care of a drooping plant he'd given you a few months ago. It had grown surprisingly well, perhaps because you said good morning to it every morning and good night every evening, under his amused gaze.

Humming, you continued on your way, soon losing yourself under the mass of Weeping Willow vines, taking Jake with you. You felt as if you'd arrived in a new world. The tree was so imposing that the shade it provided beneath it had managed to keep a certain coolness in the hollows of its branches. The branches weren't very high, either. In fact, you could easily climb them with a minimum of effort. Which you wouldn't do, because you weren't keen on soiling your clothes in order to get a better perch. Your balcony was good enough.

"Oh, it's really cool here. I can picture two chairs just right here." Jake said excitedly, pointing at a random place near the trunk. "Sipping lemonade and enjoying the weather-" He then kissed your knuckles then your cheek, grinning, "-and your company."

You fought the blush that crept up your neck, deciding to ignore him and his feeble protest. But suddenly, a noise caught your attention. A creak you'd heard a few minutes before. Then the sound of footsteps muffled by the greenery. You immediately hid behind Jake, relying on his broad shoulders to protect you from whoever was coming in here even though you were literally in the middle of nowhere. Normally, you'd have been able to discern a scent, telling you at least the nature of the person in front of you, but the smell of the flowers was far too stifling.

Jake, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised at all. Even though you couldn't see him, you were sure that a huge smile was gracing his face as warmth and joy emanated from his body in waves, reassuring and comforting. If Jake wasn't worried, you wouldn't be either; you trusted him with your eyes closed.

"Hey bro !"

Still confused, you followed Jake out of the shadows, the world lighting up once more as the sunlight made you squint.

"Hey, sorry we're a bit late." an unfamiliar voice said, deep and almost professional. You now knew it was a man. Probably one of Jake's friends.

"It's fine ! She wanted to explore anyway. Come say hi Baby."

Eyes round as two marbles, you looked up from his back to his head and saw him smiling brilliantly at you, silently encouraging you to take a step forward by moving slightly to the side. You hesitated a little, but took your courage in both hands and stepped forward, remaining at your owner's side.

"Hi..."

You hadn't once looked up from the ground and weren't even sure he'd heard you, your voice was so small. But you didn't miss the way he cooed before trying to hide his chuckle between two coughs.

"Told you she's shy." Jake giggled, hugging you from behind ans resting his head on your shoulder before kissing your cheek and whispering softly "You did great Baby, I'm so proud of you."

You loved it when Jake praised you. Especially after those two grueling weeks when you'd barely been around each other. You felt the impact of his words on you was multiplied by a hundred. Your brain was mushy and fuzzy and butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. You couldn't help the sidelong glance you gave him, your eyes filled with love and respect.

But suddenly, a loud noise caught your attention. A sharp exhalation and a deep inhalation, a low rambling and a soft purring. As if in slow motion, you turned your gaze to the man who had entered the garden but, to your surprise, two people were standing in front of you. The one furthest forward stood out for his height, yet he might as well not have been there, for you didn't even spare him a glance. No, your gaze was fixed on the person behind him. Your gaze flew over the boy's raven locks and pointed ears, gliding down his face, stopping on his beautiful almond-shaped eyes, his pretty pointed nose and prominent cheekbones, before continuing its descent down his torso and stopping on his tail, just as black as his hair, watching the lazy movements it made, swaying left and right.

"Hmm, well... Surprise ?"

You gasp and challenge yourself from Jake's embrace so you can hide behind him, your eyes protruding over the Australian's shoulder, fixed on the slim silhouette of the cat in front of you. But you weren't afraid. Oh no. You felt a shiver of excitement run through you and you felt so joyful that you were convinced that the adrenalin coursing through your body would enable you to run a marathon. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils, you watched as he suddenly froze, surely trying not to make any sudden movements. The silence was heavy, no one daring to speak, not even Jake or Jay, who were busy looking at the cat in front of them. In fact, Jake was strongly restraining himself from pouncing on the smaller boy, engulfing him in his arms and stroking his tail. He was a cuddle bug, that's where you got your clinginess from.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Jungwon headed for the Weeping Willow, walking past you both while your gaze never wavered from him even for a second. He had completely ignored you, spreading the branches so that he could hide among the tree's foliage, far from your three inquisitive and curious gazes. And now mouths agape. Well, Jake and Jay were the only ones who were stunned. He didn't want to put pressure on you and give you time, even though he was eager to approach you. You could tell by the way his pupils were completely dilated as he walked past you, discreetly sniffing your scent, fingers twitching with irrepressible desire.

"This brat-"

"-It's fine don't worry ! She'll come to him whenever she's ready. Should we sit and talk ?" Jake prompted, a sweatdrop on his forehead. He could tell where Jungwon got his character from. At least the little he'd seen of it. Sighing, Jay nodded and followed you as your friend guided you to a remote corner from the tree, having to gently pull you by the hand to get you to move from your spot.

Jungwon had been patiently waiting for at least an hour. He was convinced he'd done the right thing. He didn't want to corner you and wanted you to feel at ease. Surprisingly, this situation left him with a feeling of déjà vu. Like that first time he'd seen you, sitting on the balcony, letting the world enjoy your beauty, gracing him with your sight, even from a distance. You'd gone off to hide like a frightened kitten and never stopped looking at him from behind the wall like a curious kitten. Just like today. Then he'd have to clench his fists and teeth to stop himself from pouncing on you and covering you with his scent, from squeezing you and purring in the hollow of your ears and telling you how cute and pretty you were, how he couldn't wait to be able to touch you. Everywhere.

A sudden movement caught his attention and he fought the urge to sit straight. He couldn't see you, but he knew it was you. That any moment now your adorable face would emerge from between the leaves. So he closed his eyes and waited patiently. He didn't see you, but he heard your breathing grow short, heard the sound of your hands and knees on the cool grass as you slowly approached him. You took one more step every two minutes, and soon enough Jungwon felt you beside him. So close. Your scent filled his senses and you were all he could think about. You, pretty you, darling and cutie you. The only distraction in his world.

"They left- Wanted to eat-"

The information registered briefly in his skull. He vaguely remembered hearing the sound of an engine. But the only thing he wanted to hear was your voice. Sweet voice. Soft voice, whispering and stuttering.

Honestly, if asked, Jungwon would say he didn't know what had come over him. Because from one minute to the next, he'd jerked upright, causing you to squeal and fall backwards. You turned and tried to run away, but a firm grip on your pretty tail prevented you from taking another step away from him. You turned, lips curled as you did your best to hiss at the other cat. But he was having none of it.

As soon as the sound left your mouth, he bent you over, him on top of you, and bit the back of your neck, sinking his little fangs into your flesh as he pushed his pelvis into yours. He didn't know what was happening to him, he just knew it was the right thing to do. He had to subdue you, show you that he was in charge and that this garden belonged to him, that you belonged to him. All of you. His ears were on the lookout for every sound and whimper that escaped your mouth. You were short of breath and jerking vehemently beneath him, clawing at the ground as his two hands held your wrists close to your head.

"Jung- Jungwon !"

"Ah~…" The boy couldn't help but groan at the sound of your name in his mouth. So cute, calling for help to the same exact person who was submitting you. He couldn't get enough of hearing your voice, especially if it sounded so pretty when he was bending you over in front of him. He couldn't help thrusting his hips against yours, rubbing against your bottom as he watched your legs bend under his will, watching that sweater bathed in your owner's scent ride up your thighs, briefly letting him catch a glimpse of your underwear. "Won't you be nice and listen Kitten ? Huh ? Would you do that for me ?"

You didn't answer and instead decided to fight harder, trying to turn the situation around. You felt so vulnerable, so small, and you loved every second of it. But was life without a bit of spices ? Jungwon disagreed. He didn't need spices in his life. He could add some himself, hell, he was the spices. And he'd make you understand, even if it meant leaving dozens of fang marks in the skin of your neck. It was his instinct, after all. So he leaned over and bit you once more, nipping at your skin between his lips. And it seemed he'd hit the right spot as you suddenly stopped moving, your hitherto small pupils dilated and your ears drooped, a low purring emanating from you. Unconsciously your body leaned towards his, your pelvis pressing against his, occasionally shifting against his now hard on.

"Good kitten ! You're such a good kitten !" Jungwon moaned softly in your ear again and again as he was idly rutting his cock on your ass, panting ever so slightly while praising you. He'd succeeded in submitting you to him. You belonged to him. His sweet and cute kitten. His mind was fuzzy, head empty, filled with thoughts of you. Thinking about what he should do next. And then he came to the realization that you were just here, under him, presenting so willingly, not saying a thing and purring as he was mounting you. He could bred you now. You wanted it.

And oh yes you wanted it. You so wanted it. At least, a part of you wanted it. The same part who accepted that he was stronger than you, kept on telling you that he would take care of you. The same part that made you notice how he bent over you, keeping you pinned to the ground while taking care not to crush you, the one that made you notice how he licked your wound carefully, lovingly, a small and pitiful whine escaping from his lips at the sight of your bruised ear. The one that made you notice the way he gently and slowly pushed his hips against yours. You were lost into sub-space, literally, and only wanted to please him. You knew he would take good care of you.

"Want me to breed you ? Please, lemme breed you I beg you. I'll make you feel so good, please, huh ?"

"Wanna be nice..."

"What was that ?"

" Wa-Wanna be nice for you, will you breed me ? Pretty please ? Gon' be the nicest kitten ever !"

Jungwon lost it. You were so cute he almost felt guilty ruining you like that. But who else could make you feel good ? Your owner ? No, even if he used every word of love he wanted to call you, you always went back to see him through the balcony window. He was your priority, your referent, the person you were turning to, pushing your hips against, begging for him to fill you up. He began to lick the juncture between your neck and your collarbone before leaving open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, where the far too large sweater fell loosely.

"Wanna mark you up Kitten, can I ?"

"No! Jake- Don't wan' Jakey to see-"

But it fell on deef ears as the mere mention of the Australian had been enough to piss him off, to make him jealous. He bit your shoulder, leaving two little holes in your skin, making you whimper and complain before licking the two glistening red beads.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, tastes so good, your skin is so soft."

Convinced you wouldn't try to escape, he released your wrist and began to massage your thigh, taking in all the sensations you were procuring him, welcoming them with open arms. His hand moved gently up your thigh, stopping somewhere near your clothed core in order to push your legs apart with a surprisingly strong grip. You arch your back even more, pushing again your hips into his, your tail frantically waving form side to side because of the constant attention your body was receiving.

It all felt unreal, his dick poking your back, his tongue swiping across your skin and his warm hands massaging you, worshipping you as if you were a goddess made of the finest porcelain. You felt loved. Every bit of you, every single nerves were buzzing with apprehension, wondering what he would do next, where his hands would lay, what part of your body would be stroked by his warm and wet tongue. Neediness was overflowing from your body, drenching him in your scent. Aroused, horny.

And you didn't have to wait any longer for his hand to rest on the area where you were suffering the most, where you needed him the most.

"Yes yes yes ! Right here please please please." you moaned desperately, pushing your clothed cunt into his hand, feeling his finger dig into your panties.

"You're so wet… Can feel it through your panties-" he inhaled deeply, his hips pushing against yours on their own as he stifled a moan in the hollow of your neck. "-you're gon' take me so well Kitten…"

You nodded eagerly, fist clutching around a mop of grass, ass pressing against his bulge trying to put something inside of you, anything. Your eyes were misty, your senses alert, the only thing in your world, in your bubble, was Jungwon. Pretty boy from across the garden, nice and sweet indoor cat who grabbed your heart and hid it between his fingers, keeping it warm for rainy days. But now you wanted something else on his fingers.

And he was ready to give you what you wanted and more. So he lifted himself off you for just a few seconds and pulled your sweatshirt up to the middle of your back, his eyes far too lost on your face, drinking in the expressions he wore, this time choosing to ignore the delicious view below. The curve of your buttocks, so pretty in your underwear, pressed right up against his crotch. But that wasn't something he wanted to dwell on. No, your panties were in excess. So with a swift gesture he pulled them down, letting your body feel the coolness of the outside. The wind seemed far too cold against your folds, warm, dripping with juices.

Jungwon was trying as hard as he could to slow down or stop the rhythm of his hips against yours. After all, he had to keep his seed for you, be careful not to lose a single drop, everything had to be inside. With a hand trembling with excitement, he slid his fingers along your folds, gathering all your slick before pushing two inside your hole without even warning you, and not just at the entrance. He pushed them in as far as he could, until his palm was pressed against your pulsing clit. Until you wiggled beneath him, a babbling mess.

"Ngh- Too deep !"

"No, need my Kitten to be ready to take me, right ? You can take it."

You hesitated, briefly trying to stand up only to be pushed back by his torso against yours. He peppered your cheek with kisses, occasionally nibbling at your ear as he was pressing his length against you harder. A silent warning.

"You're gon' be good for me, right ? Want to please me ? I want to please you."

"Yes, want to make you feel good…" you let out in a broken whimper, tears welling up your eyes at how overwhelmed you felt. "Gon' be a good kitten for Jungwon."

And with that, he began to move his fingers in and out of your vagina, in rhythm with the movements of his pelvis. He could feel everything. The warmth of your pussy around his fingers, how warm, spongy and good it felt. His eyes almost rolled back into his skull at the sensation of your walls tightening around him. Your body was so ready for him that his fingers slid effortlessly in and out, your juices dripping on his other fingers, making a mess on his hands. No that he minded. He just wanted to lick it all off, taste the treasure emanating from your private parts and get drunk on it. But the control he had over his body was almost non-existent at that moment.

As your moans gained in intensity, just as a strange sensation seemed to have lodged itself in your belly, he hastily withdrew his fingers from your core. A cry left your mouth so he kissed your head, reassuring you, before pulling down his jogging pants and boxers, just enough for his dick to come out, standing in all its glory. Hard, red, ready and leaking. Those low quality porn and his right hand could never replace you, even if he was surely going to masturbate at the memory of what was going to happen.

You felt his hard and dripping cock on your bare ass and you failed to contain your moan. It was heavy and warm, you just knew it would feel so good inside of you. He grabbed his length and reached between your legs, starting to desperately rub his cock between your folds so that it was drowned in your juices. Slippy and wet so it wouldn't hurt you when going inside. But Jungwon doubted he needed to do that, he was confident he could go straight in without risking hurting you. It was just that little voice in his head telling him to touch you more, to make the moment and the pleasure last. And he'd almost have cum if he hadn't grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly to keep it from spilling his fluids onto your thighs, biting his lip so hard he'd almost bleed.

"Can I put it in ? Please please."

"Please !"

He exhaled and pressed the tip at your entrance, pushing experimentally, penetrating you only a few centimeters before retracting. His breath was heavy and his palms sweaty, and the cat side of his DNA kept telling him only one thing. Mount… Mount. Mount ! So he did. He mounted you, pushing his dick deep inside you while biting your neck once again, frowning as he was focusing on knocking you up, on filling you with his kittens.

"Thank you, thank you thank you so much!"

He was too a babbling mess. But unlike you, he was present and aware of what he was doing. You ? You were vaguely aware and okay with what was going on, too lost into the subspace to protest or talk anymore. Every word and phrase that tried to come out of your mouth was muffled by your cries of pleasure, your moans just stuck in your throat, begging to be said. And yet, one word wasn't affected by your mutism. You were moaning it again and again.

"Jungwon, Jung-Jungwon-"

"I'm right here. Just- Tryin' to hold myself back."

"Don't ! Going- Gonna take it all ! F'you !"

You were so unfair to him. While he was trying to respect you and your body, you gave yourself the right to be so hot underneath him, driving him to temptation, to ruin you. The kitten whose eyes he hadn't been able to take his eyes off these last few weeks. The one who always smiled shyly at him from his balcony on the other side of the garden. The one who had occupied his thoughts, driving him mad. But if you gave him the right, then he was going to give you back to your owner tainted black and dirtied with his semen.

He didn't even try to pretend to be nice or gentle. You said it yourself, he didn't need to hold back. So he began a merciless rhythm, pounding your flesh hard and fast, drowning in the pleasure he was feeling. He felt like his dick was suffocating in your pussy. Your walls gripped him deliciously hard and your heat made him burn from the inside out. A burning passion alongside his burning love for you, pushing him to go ever harder, ever faster, practically lying on top of you as his feet planted into the ground to get better control over his frantic pace. He felt like he was going crazy, pussydrunk even, even though he always laughed at some of his friends who spent their time talking about sex. He didn't understand its appeal, not even after masturbating. But having you there, underneath him, singing his praises as your body welcomed him in the best way possible, introduced him to a whole new world. He didn't care about sex. What he wouldn't shut up about now was sex with you. And yet, he was far too respectful to talk about this to anyone.

Growling into the back of your neck as he felt his high approaching, his hand covered in your slick, previously resting on your hip, caressed your stomach with his fingertips before finding your bra. He whined, pushing it upward and his warm and wet finger found your nipple, toying with it, rolling it between his finger and tugging at it before he grabbed your whole breast and started to grop it as if it were a stress ball. You gasp and the frenetic movements of your tail redoubled in intensity, the tip of it tickling Jungwon's bare hip. With the minimum of control he had over his tail, he managed to intertwine it with yours in a gesture of pure affection that made you weep softly as your heart overflowed with joy.

All these emotions were bothering you, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Your mind wandered, dwelling first on the feel of his fingers on your chest, then on his mouth, which had not once stopped nibbling at your skin, before focusing on the sensation in your gut. Like a water balloon that kept swelling as more water was added, fueled by the sensation of his dick rearranging your insides, by the obscene noise your slick and his precum made every time his pelvis met your buttocks in a languorous, precise hip movement. And the position ? You might as well be eating grass, you didn't care if it meant he could have you and you could have him.

"Tiny pussy, dripping for me, so good so so good."

"All for you~!"

"Thank you thank you- Gonna fill you up with my kittens, want' be the prettiest mom ever ? The mother of my kittens ?"

"Yes, please..."

"Don't spill a single drop of it."

On that phrase you felt your insides being painted white, his dick shooting ropes and ropes of his cum into your hole. It was warm and made you feel good, full, dazed in a haze as he was firmly pressing his pelvis on your cunt, wanting everything to be inside. Even fully in he gave one last thrust who made you see the stars as you came undone around his dick, sucking his sperms in as your walls were convulsing and you were mewling, nails dug in the soil to keep you a minimum grounded. He moaned in your ear before affectionately chomping on it, a wide although timid smile on his face.

He waited for your labored breathing to calm before gently withdrawing from you, making you whimper at the overstimulation. "I know, I'm sorry." Carefully, he laid you on your back and straightened on his knees, looking you up and down, trying to burn that image into his retinas. Your face was flushed and your ears folded against your skull, your gaze distant and your eyes heart-shaped. Your sweater was pulled up to your navel, giving him a magnificent view of your ruined and glistening pussy, dripping with your mixed cum, lower lips red and puffy because of how he abused them while slamming his hips into yours. Your pantie was hanging somewhere near your knees and your chest was heaving up and down as you were trying to catch your breath. Soft skin glistening with your sweat, so tempting.

Gently, he pulled up your pantie, putting then back on you, and his hands slid under your cloth in order to put your bra back on too. Frowning, he focused, trying to see what was out of the ordinary. The bite marks he'd left on you were barely visible, he'd made sure his canines didn't inflict a hole bigger than a needle, so your neck was safe. Nothing was out of the ordinary except your totally lost and distant gaze and your flushed cheeks. Oh, wait, there was a little cum on your thigh. With his fingertips he cleaned your skin as best he could before bringing the mixture to his lips and devouring it whole, moaning at the taste of your cum on his taste buds. Voilà ! He could return you as good as new to this 'Jake', the only proof of your intercourse lodged deep in your womb and accumulated in your panties.

He pulled up his stockings in turn and, purring, lay down beside you, occasionally licking your damaged ear while nudging his head on yours. In turn, you snuggled up to him and sighed with contentment, falling asleep in the shade of the Willow, in a warmth that was bearable by his side.

A few minutes later, while you were both asleep against each other, your tails entwined affectionately, Jay and Jake returned from their little escapade with bags of food in their hands, chatting loudly. Jake was pleased to know that despite his cold and distant exterior Jay was in fact a really good person who always had something interesting to say. He hoped to become good friends with him, to discover that side of his personality that made him laugh loudly and swear accidentally in the middle of the street - and maybe also to cuddle Jungwon, he was adorable.

So when their eyes roamed the garden in search of you and they didn't see you, they both knew that their friendship could blossom like your love on that balcony. Sitting down, they lowered the volume of their voices and began their meal, getting to know each other.

D-36

"Come on mate, come down come down, need you right now…" Jake pressed his finger on the intercom button again and again while mumbling, hoping his message would reach his friend's ears faster.

He was in distress. He was praying for the ground to open up beneath his feet or for someone to tell him it was all a bad joke. A nightmare he'd wake up from any minute, be greeted by your pretty face against his chest, eyes blinking idly, mouth opening wide as you're yawning.

"Jake ?"

The Australian turned at full speed towards Jay, who had just emerged from the garage adjacent to his building, and rushed towards him, eyes lost and hands shaking, laughing nervously.

"You're good ? You're a bit pale, wanna go-"

"-My cat's pregnant. Jungwon is the father."

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #jungwon fanfic #jungwon hard hours #jungwon x you

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Really Drives Me Mad | Bfs Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

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With his faded tats

Sings in a cover band

Yeah he's super hot with his ripped dad bod

Oh my, oh my god

I like Dylan a lot

But oh god I love Dylan's dad

Word Count: 6k

y'all loved part 1 so I cooked this up for ya <3

Summary: You just fucked your boyfriend's dad...now what?

Warnings: voyeurism, slight confrontation, light fluff, but lotsa dirt

“Sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up.” Strong hands grip your shoulders, you feel light kisses decorate your shoulder into your neck tickling your skin and you find yourself giggling awake. “Wake up.”

Eddie’s face comes into view, and his worry lines are accentuated, and hairs standing on your arms tell you something was off. “Hmm?”

Before Eddie could even tell you what was going on Dylan bursts through his bedroom door. “Dad, have you seen—” he stops mid sentence, scanning the room quickly, you naked in Eddie’s sheets, same as his dad, and you can see the moment it clicks, his face moving from concerned to angry in a split second. “What the fuck—”

Eddie interrupts him, the white sheet around his hips he had held together by one fist completely unhelpful to his case. “Dylan—”

“No, what the fuck, guys?” He switches his glance to you, and the anger melts as the hurt seeps through. “Seriously. I-I really cared about you. I mean I knew you were too good for me, but my dad? You fucked? My dad?”

Still on Eddie’s bed, still naked, you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

His eyes flicker back to Eddie, the anger coming back to the surface. “Seriously? Hooking up with my girlfriend? Yeah sure, she cheated but you’re supposed to be my fucking father!” His teeth grits together, a mist appearing behind his eyes. “Fuck you both. I’m out of here.”

He storms out of the room, and you wrap a sheet around you to follow him. Eddie lets his sheet drop to stop you. “Move.” You tell him, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“No.” You roll your eyes, wrapping yourself tighter in the sheet, feeling self conscious now.

“I need to go talk to him…I-I have to apologize.” You look around hopelessly, wondering where the silk pajamas you were so eager to take off were now hiding, and tears threaten to escape your eyes and the sniffles are not too far behind.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He holds your face, catching a tear that falls. You refuse to look him in the eye, knowing just one look will make you melt. “Let him settle down.”

“Did you see the look on his face?” You whisper, finally reaching Eddie’s eyes.

He gulps, placing a solid kiss onto your forehead. “I did.” He hums and tugs you into a hug and you realize it’s the first physical touch he’s given you that wasn’t remotely sexual. His chin rests on your head and you tuck yourself into him, and it was hard to stop the tears from coming in from the guilt.

He leans back again, hushing you softly. “Sweetheart…” he started, catching your attention with the intention behind his tone. “Even if we didn’t do anything this morning, do you think you could’ve held back for very much longer?” Your head shakes no in the grip he held your chin in. “I would’ve given us another week, maybe, tops.” He leans in to steal your lips in a sweet kiss, one that sent butterflies invading your tummy.

“So, we would’ve ended up hurting him anyway?” You ask, the idea sour in your mind.

“I’m saying I wish you didn’t go to that mixer. Wish I could’ve met you at a bar, or a coffee shop…maybe things wouldn’t be so messy.” His fingers are lightly resting on the back of your neck, thumbs framing your face. You smile at the idea, thinking in some alternate universe Dylan didn’t have to end up in the crossfires.

Your eyes start to scan the floor looking for clothes, anyway. “I still want to apologize.” You sit on his bed, reaching down for the floor to find where the hell you tossed the two-piece off to.

Eddie sits next to you, now in a pair of boxer shorts. “Sweetheart.” He calls for your attention, you grunt, annoyed. “Baby.” You start to get frustrated, the pajamas no where near in sight. “Y/N.” You freeze at the use of your name, leaning up to see what he had wanted. “Give him time. He won’t be ready for apologies. He probably doesn’t want to see your face right now.”

Eddie gently takes some hair sitting on your shoulder, and a shudder ripples through you as it tickles as it glides across behind your back. “You know who does want to see your face?” He leans in to kiss your shoulder, his tongue feeling tempting in your skin as he moved up your neck. “To see it all bent back as I make you feel good?”

You moan lightly, warning Eddie this was not the best time for that. He grabs hold of your chin, turning it towards him swiftly before capturing your lips in a dirty, wet kiss. His hand rested heavily at the top of your thigh, you were still wrapped in his sheet, so it wasn’t really touching your skin but the weight of it earned a meek whimper out of you.

Eddie pulls away, and your eyes are clouded in lust as you stare with your mouth half open at him. The sheet drops from one of your shoulders, grabbing onto his face to pull him again. You’d already forgotten how delicious of a kisser he was. Your tongue swipes at this bottom lip, asking for access, to which he moans and grants immediately.

He reaches around you, yanking off the sheet with zest. “Lemme see that gorgeous body of yours.” He mutters, continuing to kiss you, his callused hands sweeping over. They worked like magic, as they moved along it was like he transformed goosebumps onto you. One hand lands on one of your tits, and he pulls apart just so he can watch the way your nipple perks up at the touch of him playing with it. He watches as your breathing grows shallower.

A crooked smile slowly inches across his face, watching your eyes close as he experiments with just the smallest of touches making you fall apart. He leans in, delicately placing his tongue on it, the touch sending a ripple straight to your core. As he watches he just can’t help himself, his teeth grazing the peak and you let out a small wine as you start to lay on your back.

It only encourages him, sucking on the bead and the surrounding areola through his teeth, and as he pulls back to watch his work, he sees the forming of a mark. His brown eyes overblown with lust, an idea forming in his head. He licked the distance from your mound to your neck, the touch of it exuding pure pleasure through your body and your legs shake from it. “Mine.” He whispers, and suddenly the same motion he used on your tit is on your neck, and he worked his teeth and tongue on you, the pain and pleasure mixed together earning more involuntary mewls out of you. “All mine.” He makes his way across your neck, spending time making sure each spot gets its own mark.

By the time he’s on the other side of your neck your thighs are squeezed together, wanting some relief to the heat that has pooled in your cunt. He finally pulls back, and the beginnings of the hickeys that are forming give him a sense of satisfaction he couldn’t possibly describe. “There. All marked and claimed.”

The sentence drives you wild, and you reach up for him. “Kiss me again.”

A guff of laughter escapes his mouth from the desperation in your voice, but he does as you plead, anyway, the sound of your breathless, fucked out voice just from his tongue and teeth across your neck going straight to his cock. As his tongue his yours again the want to touch him spreads through you like wildfire and you reach out to palm him, and your mouth muffles the choked-out moan.

Your hand moves up and into his boxers, fisting him and the weight of his cock in your hand makes you suddenly desperate for more.

“Need you inside me.” You gasp, letting go and pulling the boxers down to reveal his pretty cock. Your legs automatically find their way around his hips, and he stutters as the force of you pulling him in startles him.

“Fuck, baby.” He stutters out, the desperation in you too hot to handle. He leans into your ear, his chest against your own and the skin-on-skin contact makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He finally places his two fingers on your clit, massaging lightly but enough to finally give you some release. “You want me to fuck you again? Pound you?”

You nod desperately, and Ed keeps massaging your clit, making sure you were prepared for him to fuck you senseless like he had planned. Your legs fall from his hips desperately, his expert fingers only moving enough to give you a hint of what you wanted but still giving some relief. Eventually he scoops of some of the slick gathered around your entrance and coats his cock in it, the glisten of it reminding Eddie of pure sin. Fuck, he couldn’t go another fucking second without being in you.

He guides his cock into your entrance, and the guttural moan that involuntarily escapes your lips is the best sound in the world. Maybe next time he could record it and make it his text tone.

Your legs wrap around his hips again, nuzzling your nose to inhale the scent you’ve already memorized but couldn’t get enough of. “Your cock…fuck. So good.” You whisper, and the words can’t seem to come out at how fucking full he made you feel.

“Your tight pussy, baby.” He grunts out, his voice gruff in your ear. “God, I could make a religion for it.” You giggle at this, and the way your pussy pulsed with your laughter it just pulls another moan straight out of him. He pulls back, hooking his palm to frame your face and there’s this shine in his eyes as they bore into yours. He pulls his hips out, his mouth opening, but focusing on your face as he does so, watching your reaction mimic his own.

His hips snap against yours, pleasure bubbling up in your tummy as your eyes remain on his darkened gaze. His pace picks up, and your breathing matches, and it was like neither of you blinked as a bubble of pleasure circled around the two of you. A smile breaks on his face, his dimples prominent through the authenticity of it. You reach up blindly for his hand on your face, interlocking your fingers. He places them over your head, and a smile breaks across your face, nodding as you watch each other just get closer and closer. His grip tightens around your own, and your thumb starts absentmindedly rubbing his.

Your smile ends up molding back into an open mouth, Eddie letting go of your hand to use it under your knee and hike it up, using the angle to fuck you even deeper. He can see the immediate difference it makes for you, a shift in your face as your eyes glaze over, still watching him. Your breaths turn slowly into whimpers, and as his hips moved faster you found it harder to keep your eyes open.

“Keep watching.” Eddie whispers, and you listen, though his face is blurring as it gets harder to. “That’s a good girl, keep your eyes on me.”

Your face lights up at the praise, his hand hooked around your knee digging into the delicate skin of your thighs as he holds your leg open. A shudder runs through you, something Eddie hears loud and clear as the feeling of almost there starts to invade your senses.

“That’s it, baby, keep watching.” He whispers, and he leans in to kiss where your jaw meets your skull, little kitten licks causing a whimper out of you. He leans back up to pull your eyes back on him, and the other hand framing your face he puts two fingers into his mouth, licking delicately before making a show of putting the two on your clit.

Your mouth falls open, and your chest stutters at it expands. “Almost there?” You nod, and his fingers move a bit faster and the orgasm waves over you, his fingers working you through it as your pussy fluttered around his length.

He fights to keep watching you but his hips stutter through his own orgasm washing over him, but his eyes remain on yours, the flush of his cheeks and the sweat starting to glisten his forehead making him hotter when you didn’t think that was even possible.

He still rubs your clit as your orgasm finishes, and he stops gently, slowly moving his hips to a stop as well. His body weight collapses on yours, but his forehead clashes on your own, blown out eyes still on yours. “Holy shit, baby.” He whispers, a soft smile lighting up his features.

You smile back, tilting your head. You lean into kiss him, and it starts of delicate, his tongue barely grazing yours, but it’s not enough for you. “Ed.” You mumble, and it feels like he’s purposely pulling back to not give you the hot messy kisses you had started to crave. “Kiss me.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “I am, baby.”

“Kiss me harder.”

“Just had one of the best orgasms of my life, sweetheart, and you want more?” You just nod, and Eddie gives you a look of utter perplexity. Fucking youth.

“Please? I want more. Your cock feels so good.” You take advantage of his stunned inclination and lean in for a harder kiss, dirtily moving your tongue along his own and he moans into it, his hips stuttering in yours.

You sneakily bend the leg that he didn’t hook, getting a solid feel of your foot against his bed and quickly push off, effectively putting Eddie onto his back. You smile at the success, and a giggle bursts out of you as Eddie stares up at you in complete awe. “Wanna ride you.” You giggle out.

Eddie nods slowly. “Got that.” He sits up though, needing to feel your tits up against his chest again.

You lift your hips up, hooking both arms around his neck. His arms hook around your back nails digging into your back as you slam down, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. You start to roll your hips, the smell of sex exuding from the both of you. “Fuck, you use those hips so goddamn well.”

These words only encourage you, of course, your hips moving a little faster as the movement goes from circles to actual hip thrusts. You lean into his neck, licking a long stripe from the crook of his neck to his ear, making him shudder in response. “Fucking Christ.” He exclaims and you feel a sense of pride from it.

You nip at his jawline, the day-old stubble scratching at your face but you didn’t mind. You lean back, and your legs start to ache as you bounced on his cock, but you don’t mind, throwing your head back. Eddie scooches forward on his bed, eventually getting to the edge. He presses his feet solidly onto the ground and uses the traction to assist you, snapping his hips harder.

The extra assistance hits deeper, and involuntary high-pitched whines leave your throat at each thrust. He responds by tugging on your hair and it only makes your heat squeeze tighter around him. Eventually you slowed down, out of breath and overwhelmed, your hips still slowly thrusting.

You didn’t even need to tell him; he follows your cue. “Get on all fours.” He whispered, and you nodded, whining as you climbed off his cock.

You crawled forward so he could climb on the bed behind you, but he grabs you and pulls you back to him. He lines up his cock with you again and thrusts right into you. Within only four thrusts you find yourself unable to stay on your hands, falling to your chest.

He stops. “Stay on those hands, sweetheart. If you’re gonna be greedy better act like the slut you are.”

You put slowly move back onto your hands, and your arms are weak but only when they’re fully expanded does Eddie start to continue. His hips snap even harder now, and your arms are so weak you find yourself focusing on staying on your hands. A whimper escapes, your arms buckling from the pleasure alone. “What, baby can’t follow simple instructions?”

You whimper, feeling pathetic. He fucks into you about three more times as he takes pleasure watching how much your arms shake beneath you. “Alright, you can let go.”

You sigh in relief as you fall forward, and Eddie lets out a dark chuckle. His hips remain bucking into you at the rate they were, and all the energy you focused onto your upper strength can now be used in your throat as you let Eddie know just how much you loved this position with him.

The sounds that left your throat were borderline animalistic, all rough as you choke out, “Fuck, fuck, so good.”

He stops for a second, kissing down your back as his hand wraps around your neck. Your eyes roll back at this and his hips continue their journey. Your pussy tightens, not a sound coming from you, but Eddie can feel your legs tense up around his own, signalling just how close you were. “Gonna cum in this pussy again.”

Your vision is somewhat blurred when he lets go of your neck, and you fall back forward when the same hand wraps itself around in your hair, grabbing a good chunk. “Oh my good fucking slut. All mine.”

“Yours.” You manage out, the beginning of the orgasm starting to overtake you. “All yours.”

These words alone bring Eddie to another high, as his hips stutter, filling you up and from the cum in you this morning to the first round, it just ended up dripping down your leg. Eddie watches, bending over to watch obscenity of the white glistened substance dripping down your leg. He can’t help it, leaning in to take a long lick up it to clean it all up.

He takes his finger against the other thigh to scoop some up and when you turn around in question to ask, he holds up his own cum, and without any hesitation you put your mouth around the finger, enjoying the salt with a slight metallic taste of your own pussy. The taste of you two together. Fuck.

Your lips leave his finger with a pop, and Eddie lets out a sigh of disbelief, his mouth upturned into a smile. “Fuck.” He walks to his drawer, pulling out the pink two-piece you spent so much time looking for.

“You sneaky little bastard.” You laugh, grabbing them from him. “I needa shower. And my overnight bag.”

“Let me grab it.” Eddie mutters, putting on a pair of sweats and leaving his room. You can hear him knock on Dylan’s door, and Dylan answers.

“What?”

“She needs her stuff.”

Dylan doesn’t answer, put the sound of your bag being thrust in Eddies face is heard followed by a door slamming. Eddie is back in the room within seconds, a look on his face you can’t quite decipher off the bat.

“He’ll forgive you. One day.” You tell him, though you’re not sure you believed it.

“Hm.” Eddie mutters, placing your bag in front of you. “Took him a long time to forgive his mom.”

You knew nothing about their divorce, a subject Dylan liked to avoid. From the look on your face, Eddie knew you were clueless.

“She had an affair, which is why we divorced.” He explained, and he says it with such indifference you could tell he had already closed the wound. “He was only ten, and that woman was his world. He was so mad he wanted to live with me instead.” He sighed, sitting on the bed next to you. “I don’t know how long he’ll take to get over this...or if he will.”

“He’s still here. That should be a good sign.”

“Maybe.”

You lean into kiss him, petting his face in comfort. “Wanna join me?” You ask him, mostly to cheer him up, but also because the water droplets running down his tattoos is a concept that made you drool.

“Oh, sweetheart. Just the pick me up I need.”

Luckily, unlike the shower in the main bathroom, Eddie’s was big enough to hold the two of you. You stood underneath the water, basking in the feeling as the water soaked your hair. Eddie grabbed the shampoo you brought in, and before you knew it his elbows raise, and he starts massaging it gently into your scalp. Your eyes close in response, humming as his rough fingers were so gentle and intentional about their touch. He kisses your cheek as he finishes, assisting you backwards into the spray and helping wash all the soap out. He guides the hot water away from your face, scratching lightly at the scalp to make sure all the bubbles are gone. He repeats with conditioner, working it into the ends and a lighter scalp massage with the excess, and you’re a pile of goo when you open your eyes as he finishes.

He smiles lightly, and you lean forward to kiss him fiercely. You look around, seeing the curly hair shampoo on the shelf next to you. “Lemme.”

He melts into it, and you pour some shampoo into your hand. You work it into his hair, slowly massaging and watching as his face loses all the tension. Each wrinkle smooths out, a sigh of content leaving him. You get all his hair coated in the shampoo, making sure it was good and prepped. You maneuver your bodies so he’s under the water, and soon you find yourself reaching on your tip toes to see if the bubbles are gone. He takes pity, chuckling and he moves onto his knees. You thank him graciously, now able to work the water so it washed out all the shampoo.

You moved for his conditioner, right across from you and his arms wrap around you as you do so, lips reaching your abdomen right underneath your tits. He looks up at you, and it takes you aback momentarily. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve his shining eyes and parted lips, but it wasn’t enough.

“Need you back on your feet.” You tell him, and he slowly moves back onto them, hands framing your face. You place the conditioner on his ends, watching as his eyes closed again. All the excess conditioner on your hands you moved into his scalp, not quite as deeply as he did for you, but he leans into it anyway.

His hands find their way onto your hips, moving you back under the water to rinse the conditioner that has been soaking. He gives you the same care as before, working with such intentionality. “Done.” He mutters, and you grab his arms to silently instruct him back onto his knees so you could do the same.

As the conditioner leaves his hair, that same unguarded look on his face as you helped him, he glances around you for your body wash.

Before you knew it he’s back on his feet, pumping too much liquid in his hands and working the soap along your body. He smiles as the soap on your tits are a sight to see, but he doesn’t focus on it too much, working the soap everywhere, putting focus on each part. Each arm, your tummy, your neck, your ass, each leg, until you’re nice and lathered. He pushes you lightly back into the now lukewarm stream and from your goosebumps alone he turns up the hot water a bit more.

The soap cascades down your body, and you watch as he gathers a scoop of the water by itself. You were about to ask when he soaks your pussy in it, giving it a quick rinse. Your eyebrows furrow at him. “Not supposed to use soap on that. Water is fine, it’s self cleaning.”

You knew that. You were just surprised he knew that. He hands you his soap with a smirk on his face, presenting himself for you to lather up.

You do so, and you take your time with it, noting each freckle, each dip, each straggly hair with more and more awe. The bubbles on him showing a wet shine and glisten was borderline erotic but like him you appreciated the visuals and continued to take care of him. When he was all lathered, including his dick, you turned him under the now lukewarm wash. You almost move to turn up the heat, but he stops you. You watch as all the bubbles away, him enjoying the last spray under the water. He turns it off and holds your hand as you both climb out of the tub. He grabs one of the towels hanging on his racks, putting it around his hips.

You expect for him to give the other one to you to dry off, but he yanks it from out of reach, and moves it up and down your body, drying you off. He finally hands it to you, and he walks away before you could extend the same offer.

As he got himself dressed in a pair of sweats and an old band t shirt you grab a pair of looser shorts and a plain sweater from your bag, and as you’re finally dressed with your hair situated but damp you watch the door anxiously, knowing it was time to face the music, as you could hear the tv downstairs.

Eddie comes behind you, wrapping his arms over your shoulder. “When you said apologize earlier…”

“Apologize that I didn’t have the decency to break up with him before making a move with you.” You answer.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Eddie lets out a sigh of relief, kissing the top of your head.

“What did you think I meant?” You asked turning to face him.

“Small part of me was worried you were going back to him.”

“What?” Your eyes widen, and your face expresses the exasperation you felt in the very idea of it. “Why would I have slept with you again if I wanted to go back to him?”

“I dunno, you think I’m hot?”

“Well, duh.” You roll your eyes and cup his face in your hands. “Truth is, the moment I realized just picturing you got me off more than being with him did I should’ve called it off.” You tell him, and Eddie’s eyebrows tilted in a wee bit of pride. “I came over for that sleepover knowing you were here. I fucked him on that couch and in his bedroom knowing you could hear me.” Eddie’s pupils dilated and you giggle at the response. You lean in to kiss him, fierce and emotional. “I’m going to apologize for how it happened and how I treated him. But I won’t apologize for us.”

He smiles and wraps you in a hug, allowing you only a few more moments in bliss before you walked down together.

The first attempt at the apology could’ve gone better. “Hey, Dylan?” You called, halfway down the stairs as he scrolled through his phone while watching White Collar. Fuck. That was his comfort show.

“Yeah?”

“Hey. I just wanted to come down to apologize.”

Dylan looks over, sees Eddie on the stairs, you by the couch, and his face twists in anger. “Fuck, did you shower together?”

Your eyes widen, and it didn’t occur to you that this might’ve been a bad idea, rubbing your new relationship in his face. It was an accident, but in hindsight in considering his feelings this should’ve been a given.

“Sorry. I just wanted to apologize for how I ended it.”

He looks up at you, and then looks back to his show. “Really? Not for sleeping with my dad?”

“I should’ve broken up with you, first.”

“Fuck, really? You’re telling me you’re sorry that you cheated on me? And that’s all you’re sorry for?”

You nod because it was true. “I stayed with you for the convenience. That was shitty of me, I’m sorry I used you.”

“Wow.” He switches his glance back to the tv, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “This apology might seem a bit more genuine if your neck wasn’t fucking purple.”

Your hands fly up to the hickeys Eddie gave you, and you had forgotten all about them.

“Dad? Nothing to say?”

“I think we should talk about this when she’s not here.” Eddie says, and it seemed like a good idea to you.

“And when will that be?” He shoots up at you, giving you an angry look he’s never once directed at you before. Fuck, this was going to be weird getting used to.

“When she’s ready.” Eddie tells him, and there’s a bit of parental tone in that.

“Sorry. My bad.” He sarcastically bites out. “Sorry dad.” He looks at you. “Sorry, y/n.” He runs up two stairs. “Oh sorry, I mean, sorry step-mom.”

His door slams, and Eddie’s laughter he is holding back barks out.

“Was that supposed to be a burn?” You ask Eddie, side-eyeing him.

“Welcome to parenthood, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, passing you on his way to the kitchen.

Oh. Fuck. Your ex-boyfriend was your new boyfriend’s son.

Shit.

As you remain cooped up at the Munsons, Dylan did his best to avoid you. Not that you blamed him, you did sort of break his heart. You had some incoming texts but it felt weird to address the world for the moment, one thing for Dylan to know, another for your best friend and mom to know.

And everyone else after you soft launched your relationship on Instagram two weeks ago.

Would they be able to tell if you just started using Eddie’s hands?

After another mind-blowing round with Eddie in his bed, the door opens to Dylan, his eyebrows raised perplexed. “Can you guys stop fucking for like a day? Jesus Christ, man.” The door slams and you hear him down the hall and down the stairs, “All fucking day!”

You both burst into giggles, getting dressed together and the two of you finding it hard for the laughter not to leave your mouths.

Hours later, laying together watching a movie of his choice, Eddie starts slowly petting his thumb along the exposed strip of your skin along your waistline. Somehow, the moment you were horny he picked up on it every time. You lightly pushed his thumb off, leaving goosebumps behind but the heat already gathering at your center.

“You know he’s just giving you a hard time.” He whispers, his soft deep voice sending chills down your spine.

“Still.” You mutter, doing your best to pay attention to the movie.

Eddie leans back and his legs begin to shake for a few seconds until he sits up. “Ok, what if we give him a bit of space?”

Your eyes squint at the gleam in his eye. “Space?”

“My truck?”

You smirk and take his hands he offers to help you off his bed with glee.

“Going for a drive.” Eddie calls on his way out the door with you following behind him.

“Whatever.” Dylan calls back.

Eddie runs to his driver’s seat, attempting to open it. He pats himself and leans back exasperated. “Fuck. Forgot my keys.”

“I can go get them.” You offer, turning back to the house.

“Or…” Eddie smirks, leaning towards Dylan’s truck.

“Ed…” Eddie reaches for the door, and it opens, and he opens his mouth in mock surprise.

“I can just go get your keys.”

“I taught that little shit to lock up his truck.” He says, shaking his head. “C’mon. Be my dirty girl.”

He climbs in the back seat, his smile radiating a mischievous energy. He knew how much his smile let your guard down. “He did want space...”

“Now we’re talking.”

You climb into his back seat and straddle his hips, leaning in for a wet kiss. Immediately you feel the boner poking through his sweats, and you couldn’t help yourself, you grind down on it eagerly. “Oh, I can already feel how wet you are.” He chuckles, grinning at you with a wild look in his eye.

A laugh huffs out of you, the dimples melting you. He leans in and kisses at your neck, rutting against your heat which radiated against his cock. Eddie sits up, shimmying against the seat to get the sweats off. You move to get your shorts off, but he shakes his head. “Leave ‘em on.”

You tilt your head, and he scoops around the middle of them, putting his dick in and inserting himself into you. You open your mouth as he does, Eddie soaking in your darkened expression. You grind yourself, Eddie grabbing onto your ass as you do so. You lean in for an open and dirty kiss, and he chuckles into it, and suddenly the kiss is dirtier, all teeth and tongue as he ends it with tugging onto your bottom lip.

You gasp onto him in response, and he kisses it to make it feel better. You push your fingers into his hair, nails digging in as you tug at the roots. Eddie lets out a whine, something you haven’t heard yet and your hips start bouncing harder out of sheer pride as you two grab onto each other harder.

Eddie moves you onto your back along Dylan’s back seat and fucks you harder, his sweats barely off and his shirt still on while you’re still clothed. “Fucking whore just always ready for my cock, huh?”

You nodded, the feeling in your stomach already tightening up. “Always wet for you.”

“You take it so fucking well, too.” Eddie keeps rutting into you, his hot breath breathing heavy against your neck as the heat in the car rises. Your hands find their way up his shirt, clawing down his back as he fucks so hard against you. “Fucking slut just loves being whored out. Gonna fuck you everywhere.”

You nod, and he can feel the idea turn you on, you tightening around him in response. “Oh, my little slut likes that idea, huh?” You nod again, whimpering in response. “You love the idea of being found with my cock down your throat in a dressing room or back of a movie theatre.”

Eddie didn’t know how it was possible that you tightened around him even more.

You felt so close to the edge, the orgasm just there.

Chirp, chirp.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

About five minutes later, Dylan gets in and drives away in Eddie’s truck.

You stare up at Eddie with wide eyes and move your hips a little to indicate you still wanted to finish. In fact, Dylan finding you just turned you on.

Eddie chuckles darkly, leaning into your neck. “Oh, you fucking slut.”

About 8 hours later, you get home, tossing your keys on the counter.

“How was the sleepover?” Your roommate calls out from the couch, cross legged as she rewatches Buffy for the millionth time.

You hesitate in your answer and turn around to start making yourself some ramen noodles.

“What happened?” She asks, watching your face slowly.

“Uh…” you’re cut off by your phone ringing. It was your best friend. “One sec. Hey, Bethany.”

“Oh my god. You’ve been dead silent for days. I need to hear about it.”

“One sec.” You mute yourself and look up at your roommate. “You wanna hear about my weekend? Here.” You unmute yourself. “So…I fucked his dad.”

“YOU WHAT?”

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kiarastromboli · 4 months

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Teach me 3 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1. Part.2

Masterlist.

Warning: angst, argument ?

Summary: After being summoned by her principal for what she did with Chris, Y/N sees things take a completely different turn. Unintentionally, Chris will not make it any easier for her, pushing her to make a choice that is more than painful for their mutual well-being.

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A week had passed since the incident in the locker room with Chris.

After being summoned, the principal decided to suspend both Chris and me from school for two weeks.

If only that was the end of it…

After the meeting, my parents demanded a serious discussion at home.

“Y/n, I’m trying to keep my calm, but what the hell is this story?”

“This is not how we raised you. What kind of girl sleeps with a guy in her high school locker room?”

“Your behavior is disappointing, Y/n. I expected better from you.”

“For how long did you hide this little adventure with that asshole from us?”

“Do you realize how irresponsible you’ve been? Do you think universities will appreciate seeing this on your school record?”

“Believe me, you won’t see that boy again, Y/n. I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

It was mainly my father speaking, as usual. My mother just cried, casting disdainful glances at me, as if I had ruined our lives with my actions.

As always, it wasn’t about me, but about them. I was their daughter, but I wasn’t really myself. All my life, I had been just their daughter, nothing more. The one time I allowed myself to be me, I ended up making an unforgivable mistake in their eyes.

I was not allowed to go out, and I hadn’t seen my phone since then, so no way to communicate with Chris about what happened.

I felt so guilty for leaving him in the dark like this. Chris knew my parents were strict, but I had never dared to tell him how much.

I wasn’t even allowed to break up with my boyfriend as I wanted; my father took care of sending him a message, making it clear that if he dared to approach me, he’d be in trouble.

It was the first time in my life that I was punished, and the first time I saw my parents so disappointed in me. To be honest, I was disappointed in myself. What had possessed me to do that? What did I hope to achieve?

I hoped to one day be more than just their daughter, seriously, Y/n?

My days consisted of crying, staring at my bedroom ceiling, and rereading the same books over and over. Maybe that’s all I deserved after what I did.

And maybe it was better for Chris too. He and I could never have worked; we could never have hidden this relationship indefinitely, and my parents would never have accepted me being with him.

He loved a girl who didn’t even have the right to exist, and how selfish I was to trust that “we” could ever exist one day.

I had to let him go, even if it broke my heart. I knew that by staying with him, I condemned us to a catastrophic end, and it eventually happened.

It was now 2 a.m., and I was lying in my bed doing nothing. Sleep had abandoned me a long time ago.

Every night when the lights went out, the only thing I could think about was how much I had disappointed my parents, and it haunted me.

*knock knock knock*

I panicked and sat up in bed when I heard the familiar sound at my window.

*knock knock knock*

I knew it was him, but what was I supposed to do?

*knock knock knock*

Oh my God, if he keeps this up, he’ll wake up my parents. I have no choice.

I got up to open the window for him, and he immediately entered, almost pushing me without waiting for my approval.

“Chris, what the hell?!” I said, surprised, as he stumbled towards my desk.

He looked in bad shape, with huge dark circles, disheveled hair, red eyes, and the smell of alcohol.

“My beautiful baby,” he said, placing his hand on my cheek and smiling.

“Chris, have you been drinking?” I asked, concerned, before going to lock my door.

“I missed you so much, Y/n,” he said, sitting on my bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I sighed.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my messages, baby? What did i do wrong?” he said, looking up at me.

“Chris, you have to leave. You can’t stay here,” I told him, sighing.

“I’m not going anywhere until you answer me,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh God, please, I’m serious. If my parents find you here, they’ll kill me. It’s not a joke!” I told him, getting annoyed.

“Y/n, I don’t care about your parents. This is about us!” he said, standing up.

“But what ‘us’ are you talking about, Chris? There’s no ‘us’ anymore!” I replied, feeling tears welling up.

"Y/n, you can't do this to me; I just went through the toughest week of my life without you," he said, breaking down.

"Y/n, look at me, look at the state I end up in without you; I need you," he said, hitting his chest.

I was simply helpless before his speech; it killed me to see him so distressed, and it broke my heart not to be able to do more to help him.

"Look at how pathetic I am without you," he said, grabbing my hand.

"Chris, you have to leave now," I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"You can't give me the best moments of my life and take everything away like this overnight without giving me an explanation, Y/n. I'm sorry for what happened in the locker room; let me make it up to you," he said, getting upset.

I didn't know what to say; honestly, I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, but I had to let him go. The state he had just put himself in because of me was proof enough that this relationship was not good for him, and that's not what I wanted for him.

"Y/n, we'll find a solution, but you have to explain me the problem if you want us to get through this. I know you're not telling me everything, baby, talk to me," he said, locking his eyes with mine and placing his hands on my cheeks.

And I cracked. I cracked when I saw hope in his eyes, when I saw how much he wanted it to work. It was what I wanted too, but it led to nothing.

It would have been selfish of me to tell him how much I loved him, how much I wanted us to find a solution because I knew I had condemned myself. I knew that by giving him the slightest hope, I risked breaking him even more than I already had.

"Don't make things more complicated, please. I can't do this, Chris, go away," I said, crying.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong," he said in a trembling voice.

"My parents don't want me to see you anymore," I confessed, hoping he would understand, but I knew he wouldn't give up that easily.

"And is that the only problem? Y/n, if that's all, we can continue to see each other secretly. I swear I don't mind; they won't know anything! If that's what we have to do to stay together, then I'm ready to do it, ready for anything. But please, Y/n, don't end everything like this, I beg you," he said desperately.

"No, you don't understand. It will never work. What kind of couple hides their relationship from the world, Chris? You deserve better than that," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"But it's you I want, Y/n. I climbed to your window, and it's with you that I want to spend the rest of my days," he said, advancing toward me.

His words were like shards of glass stabbing into my heart. As long as they remained, I knew the blood wouldn't flow, but I also knew I had to tear them out to heal.

"No, you're just drunk, and you don't mean any of what you're saying," I said, shaking my head and trying to hold back the tears.

"I'll tell you all this again tomorrow when I'm sober, and I'll tell you every day of my life if I have to. But, Y/n, please, I need you; I can't do it without you," he said, a tear running down his cheek.

I stood there, staring at him, crying, and he took me in his arms.

And I felt those same shards pierce my heart again because of the comfort I could find in his arms. I wished to die there, die in his arms.

"I'll fix everything, Y/n, I promise. Let me fix everything for you," he said, stroking my head, and my heart was never heavier than at that moment.

I cried so much I had trouble breathing; I couldn't stop. I was in his arms, and I knew it was probably the last time.

"Y/n, I love you; don't let me down," he said in a weak voice, and I left his arms.

I looked at him with tear-filled eyes; I wanted to scream that I loved him too, but I couldn't. So I closed my eyes and screamed it in my head without letting the sound escape my mouth.

He looked at me confused, and I bit my lip to stop my sobs.

"Y/n, please," he said, sighing.

I shook my head, and he started to move towards me, but before he reached me, I told him everything.

I had to tell him the truth if I wanted him to understand, even though I knew it meant stabbing him in the heart.

"My parents are sending me to another school, Chris," I said in one go.

"What?" he said, confused, stopping.

"They don't trust me anymore. They're sending me to a private school on the other side of the country," I told him, trying not to cry.

He took a step back, completely disoriented when he heard that.

He sat down on my bed and ran his hand over his face, letting out a few sobs that broke my heart.

He had just realized the situation; he had just realized it was hopeless.

I stood there, watching him realize what I had just told him, and it was horrible, but at least now he knew it was over for good.

"It's okay," he said, wiping his tears and getting up. "We'll find a solution, Y/n. I'll come to see you."

"No, Chris," I said, crying.

"Yes, I'll fix it. I'll sort this out," he said, pacing back and forth.

"Chris please..." I sighed.

"I'll just set aside some money to come and see you," he continued, completely in denial.

"Chris-" I said, with a weak voice, still crying.

He lifted his head towards me and immediately came to wipe away my tears. "Don't cry, baby, it's okay, it's not a big deal."

"You have to let me go," I replied in a voice so weak that I almost doubted he heard it.

"No, Y/N, we just got together, stop saying such things," he said with a fake laugh, trying to conceal his sobs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Chris, you have to let me go," I said, placing my hand on his cheek with a reassuring smile to show him that it would be okay.

"No," he said, letting a few tears fall. "Y/N, I'll handle this, I promise. I'll do it for us," he continued, wiping his tears and placing his other hand on my cheek. "I'll fix it."

"There's no 'us' anymore, Chris; it's over," I said.

"So what, you're going to give up at the first problem?" he said, raising his voice.

"You're just going to throw everything away just because your parents don't want you with me?" he said, getting upset.

"Y/n, fight for us, for me... for yourself," he said, desperate.

I wanted to answer him, but I had nothing left to say; it was too hard. It hurt too much to see him break his heart over me like this.

"I'm ready to fight for you, and you're giving up just to please your parents, seriously, Y/n, damn it," he said, cracking.

He placed his hands back on my cheeks, "You're not going to let your parents separate us, baby, I-," he started before I cut him off.

It was too much for me; I couldn't continue to stand there listening to him beg me to fight for him when I couldn't.

"It's over, please go now," I said, removing his hands from my face.

"You don't mean it, Y/n; you can't even say it properly. You don't want it to end; I told you we'd find a solution," he said, getting frustrated.

I closed my eyes before taking a deep breath; I felt like I was suffocating.

"Y/n, if you want me to leave, look me in the eyes and tell me clearly," he said, clenching his jaw.

I opened my eyes and tried with all my might to hold back my tears.

I tried to contain all my pain; it was so unfair. Why didn't he just let me go? Why did he have to ask me to fight? Why did he keep pushing me to keep hope?

I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice; I had to tear the bandage off at once if I wanted Chris to be happy one day without me.

"Chris, it's over; I want us to separate i don’t love you anymore. This relationship is doomed to fail; go, please," I said in a harsh tone without looking away from him.

And I could almost hear his heart shatter in his chest.

I was dying to tell him that I didn't mean a word of it, but I didn't have the right to condemn him in this relationship.

He turned around and started walking towards my window, and before leaving, he looked at me one last time, his eyes shining with tears.

He was waiting for me to stop him, to grab him by the shirt and kiss him like the first night he climbed through that window.

He was waiting for me to crack like all the other times and tell him everything would be okay.

But this time, it wasn't the case, and when he realized that, he went through my window and left.

I collapsed on the floor; I had just put an end to the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

I had just broken my heart and the heart of the man I love the most.

All this would never have happened if I hadn't kissed him that night.

If I hadn't let him into my room and into my heart.

I was convinced that love stories like ours never died like in books; I thought things would eventually work out, and a solution would come to us unexpectedly.

But life is a heartless bitch ready to rip your heart out when you least expect it.

The next week, I found myself packing my bags to leave Boston for good. Chris never climbed back through my window, and I deleted his number from my phone, hoping he would eventually find someone with whom he would have a happy ending.

We were just an anomaly in the system of lines that were supposed to remain parallel but ours ended up crashing into each other.

We consumed each other without knowing that this story had an expiration date, and I pay the price every day waking up far from him.

I pay the price every time I see something that reminds me of him.

A lacrosse jersey, a half-open window, a soda can—absolutely everything brought me back to him.

And I continued to search for a piece of him in every new person I met.

Even though I lost him, my love for him will never fade. Every day, I pray for my day to end quickly so I can find him every night in my dreams.

To the boy who made me realize how good love could feel.

And how painful it could be too.

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #angst

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 months

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villain x hero where the hero gets seriously injured after a fight and looses a limb, and the villain makes them a new robotic one? :0

It was strange technology, unknown to the hero and definitely not...legal. Their new arm was perfectly fine, without any errors, without any unexpected movements. It was a perfect replica of their old arm and yet...

"It's linked to your brain," the villain explained. "I've constructed one very similar to this one a few years ago. I'm confident that you won't have any troubles."

The hero formed a fist over and over again, training their hand but even that didn't seem to be necessary. The villain looked at the data on their computer, avoiding the hero's eyes. Their ears were red.

"You don't have to feel guilty," the hero said. "You don't have to do this out of pity."

"I know," the villain mumbled.

"We both know you had to cut it off. It was damaged beyond repair."

"I know," the villain said again. They looked at the hero for a split second before their eyes found the monitor again. The villain had always been someone rather nervous. Fidgeting often, a little clumsy even. "You're left-handed. You need your arm in battle."

The hero didn't know the villain was aware of that.

"No, I can't accept this. It's too much," they said. They eyed the arm, perfect in its functionality and pleasant in its aesthetic. It looked futuristic and touching the table, feeling the cool surface was like a memory they had lost coming back to them.

"I'm not gonna take it back. What am I supposed to do with a third arm?" The villain laughed and it was soft. Very sweet. It tempted the hero and almost made them smile.

"You're kind," the hero said. It had been a chore to them, fighting and protecting. The job had made them bitter and a little cold. It wasn't something they wanted to be. They wanted to be as excited as the villain, as optimistic as them, they wanted to be free of responsibility like them. It was unrealistic wishful thinking.

When they had lost their arm, they hadn't spoken for weeks. Because, honestly, once they were old (if they made it that far), how much of their body would be left? In a year they might lose a leg, they might lose their fingers. The arm was nice but it wasn't real. It wasn't them.

"I've been cruel for a long time," the villain said. "And I have made mistakes. But you saved me and you shouldn't suffer because of it."

Their eyes locked.

"I'll be honest. I like the arm. But it isn't the same. I still feel as if a part of myself is lost. As if I am still incomplete. I still feel unnatural. I know I shouldn't...I know it's not my place to..."

"It's not about the arm. It's about the touch. It's about being able to experience life to the fullest. It doesn't matter what it looks like or that the original is lost. It's about experiencing life in the best way possible," the villain explained. "Physical touch is important. It is a universal language that everyone understands...no wonder that all of us crave it. I didn't make this because you're worthless without an arm or incomplete, I made this..."

The villain didn't finish the sentence right away. They looked a little lost in thought. "...I made this for you."

"I have never liked physical touch that much," the hero admitted. "But I have to admit, I did crave it. I craved a gentle form of it."

"You haven't experienced much gentleness, have you?" the villain asked and the hero didn't answer since the answer was quite clear. "Come here."

The hero hesitated but when the villain stood up from their chair, they did the same. The villain took their arm, the robotic one, and guided it towards their face until the hero could feel their cheek pressed against their palm. It was warm and it felt real, it felt kind.

Automatically, their other hand followed until they cupped the villain's other cheek. The villain closed their eyes and smiled softly.

"Can I touch you, too?" The hero nodded slowly and as the villain's fingertips brushed against their cheeks, they felt a peace they hadn't felt in a very long time.

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lipglossanon · 11 months

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It’s Moving Faster (It’s Coming Closer)

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy trifecta x fem!reader

(This means all 3 stepdad versions at once 🤭) This is essentially a crack fic so don’t take it seriously 👍 😆 Literally just for s and g’s

Inspiration:

Answer to anon: The After Dark series is in its own universe as the OG stepdad!Leon. The others like With Devils Inside Me (super dark stepdad Leon) and then the sweet, alcoholic stepdad Leon in If You Could Only See are each their own thing.

thanks for the insane idea 🤭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, foursome (F/M/M/M), daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, oral (f & m receiving), biting, nipple play, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, talks of lactation kink

Title from Slither by Djo

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You wake up with a start, head ringing like a bell. Raising up, you realize you’re in your bedroom but it seems.. off.

“Oh she’s awake!” Leon’s voice comes from your left; you turn to see him sitting against the headboard, hip even with your shoulders.

“We can all see that,” another lower timbre speaks, sounding almost exactly like Leon coming from your right along with a copy of his laugh.

You blink sleepily at him as he brushes your hair away from your face, “Ignore them, sweetheart.”

You move your attention to the other voices and freeze in place. Your eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing. Sitting on your dresser, is an exact copy of your stepdad and leaning against the wall next to him is another duplicate.

“What?” You whisper out loud, quickly turning to your Leon, “how—“

He shrugs and pets your hair again, “Don’t know. We all just woke up here.”

You feel your bed dip as another weight sits down.

You turn and see a meaner, younger Leon staring at you.

“It’s uncanny how much they look alike,” this new Leon pets your calf, dark eyes empty and cold, “still so pretty.”

Your breath catches as you pull your leg away, pushing closer to your actual stepdad. The other Leon pulls his hand away with a mean little smile.

“Act the same way too,” his eyes flicker from yours up to your Leon, “got me wondering if her cunt’s as good.”

You gasp as he laughs at you. Your Leon only pets your hair softly.

“No need to be so crass,” the third Leon comes in closer; this one looks a little rougher around the edges, eyes bloodshot but kind.

The mean Leon shrugs, “You know you’re thinking it, too. What it would be like to bury your face in this hot little cunt to see if she compares to the one at home.”

The third Leon flushes and drops your gaze bashfully as he doesn’t argue. A hot tongue of arousal buzzes your cunt both from the younger Leon’s words to the reaction of this shy Leon thinking such dirty thoughts about you.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” your Leon finally speaks up, voice colored in amusement, “who said I even felt like sharing?”

Your clit throbs at the thought of Leon letting these two strangers have their way with you. You whine in your throat making two pairs of eyes watch you greedily.

“She sounds the same,” the shy Leon speaks up, voice rough, “always so good.”

“Could make her sound even better,” the Leon sitting on your bed scoots a little closer, “could make her scream.”

You push up until you’re sitting between your Leon’s splayed legs, hands gripping his thighs tightly to press yourself as close to him as possible.

He chuckles and runs his hands down your sides to your skirt, “Feeling nervous, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, eyes glued to his copycats who watch you just as closely.

“Babygirl,” the rough looking, shy Leon moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed as well, “no reason to be nervous.”

You smile shyly at him as the Leon behind you murmurs in your ear, “He’s right, baby, no reason to be nervous. Besides..”

He flips your skirt up to show your damp panties off to the other two Leons.

“They’ve seen needy cunts before,” he kisses your ear as you mewl in embarrassment, “now I’m just gonna show them the best one.”

“Daddy,” you gasp out as your stepdad holds your skirt up with one hand and rubs against your wet panties with the other.

You spill more slick into the gusset of your panties making you try to hide your face from all of them staring straight at your cloth covered pussy. Your body’s so hot making you pant softly, nipples hard and showing through your shirt.

The crass Leon moves until he’s kneeling between your legs.

“So wet already and none of us have even touched you,” he smirks at you, a mean look hovering in his eyes, “little slut.”

Your hips rock up with a whine as your own Leon laughs down at you making you hotter and wetter. Whatever happens, there’s no way you’re going to survive all of them at once.

“So mean,” the third Leon cuts in, scooting across the bed until he’s pressed against your right side, “she’s our perfect girl, gotta be sweet to’er.”

He dips his head down and presses a gentle kiss to your neck making your eyes flutter as you sigh.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth across you jaw with slow kisses until he reaches your lips, “can I kiss you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, reaching out to wrap your hands around the nape of his neck.

You whine into his mouth as he kisses you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste your hot, wet mouth. There’s a hint of whiskey on his tongue, driving you a little wild, making you suck on it greedily. He groans and fucks his tongue deeper into your mouth.

Once he pulls away, there’s a strand of spit connecting your mouths. You surge forward and lick it off making him moan.

“Perfect girl,” he kisses you hungrily, giving up being sweet to roughly lick into your mouth to suck on your tongue.

“Keep going,” you hear the Leon between your legs speak, “getting this pussy nice and wet with those kisses. Maybe should kiss this sweet little kitty huh?”

You break the kiss to whine, spreading your thighs wider, “Daddy!”

You feel your Leon’s cock pressing against your ass making you rock down into him.

“Can h-he?” You pant as the Leon you were kissing drags his mouth across your neck to leave suckling bruises in his wake.

“Can he what, sweetheart? Ya gotta be clear about what you want or how can he give it to you?” he rumbles against your back, hands dragging down your thighs and back up to stroke your cunt through your panties.

You whine, chest heaving, feeling dizzy with arousal.

“P-please,” you turn your wide eyes to the Leon between your legs, “will you eat my pussy, daddy? Pretty please?”

You still have your right arm draped over the shy Leon’s neck as he kisses and bites your neck; dragging your left hand down, you hold your skirt out of the way. Your Leon lets go of your skirt and uses both hands to tease your cunt through your panties, stroking your pussy lips and rubbing your sensitive clit.

The Leon directly in front of you grins crookedly making your pulse leap in your throat, “What manners,” he coos, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

He lays flat on your bed and slowly kisses his way from your shaking calves up to your spread thighs.

“Bite her,” your Leon cuts in, “she likes a little teeth near her sweet cunt. Gets her tight hole soaking wet.”

They both laugh meanly at your high moan; the shy Leon groans against you neck.

“Biting?” he pulls away, pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes, “you like that pretty girl?”

Before you can say anything, the Leon between your legs sinks his teeth deep into your thigh close to your pussy. You cry out, body arching as you press into his sharp teeth. Leon pulls away and sinks his mouth right back into your thigh making you whine and buck your hips.

“Fuck,” the shy Leon whispers, eyes glued to the Leon sucking and biting your tender skin.

“Oh yeah,” your Leon growls, “fucking loves getting those thighs bruised up. Only place her mom won’t see, isn’t that right, baby?”

Your eyes are lidded and hazy, “Uh huh, daddy. S’good, makes me so wet.”

You feel as the sweet Leon rolls his hips into your side.

“God, I’ll have to try it with mine,” he pants against you, “where else? Her momma ain’t in the picture anymore.”

You drag your gaze away from the Leon mauling your thighs in sharp bites. He pulls back to slip your panties off but presses his mouth into your thighs to leave more bruises .

“Neck, shoulders,” you whisper at him, lips swollen and enticing, “want daddy to mark me up everywhere.”

You tug him closer with your arm, lips brushing against his as you sigh out, “Tits are a good place too. And if you get me going really good, you can bite my pussy lips.”

He shoves his tongue in your mouth with a whine, licking into you sloppily getting spit everywhere.

“Fuck,” he pulls away, hands ripping his shirt off followed by him slipping his jeans and underwear off.

You watch hungrily as he strokes his cock a few times to take the edge off.

“Got me so fucking hard, sweet girl,” he groans, kissing you messily again causing your clit to throb, “want daddy to bite your cute little cunt? Fuck, s’hot baby.”

“Daddy,” you whine at him, “you’re so sweet,” he kisses you again, a little softer but no less eagerly.

“You got a lucky girl,” you pull away to whisper in his ear, “do you give her lotsa kisses?”

“Yeah,” he pants, stroking his cock pulling the foreskin down to spread his precum around the head, “lotsa kisses.”

You hum and whisper again, “What about her pussy? Do you give her pussy lotsa kisses too?”

“Fuck,” he grits out, “yeah, yeah, I do, god, how can I not? Love kissing that pretty pussy.”

You sigh and tug him closer, “Then help eat me out, daddy. Give me lots of those sweet kisses.”

He surges against you this time to lick into your giggling mouth. He shifts to kneel between your legs.

“Move,” he presses against the shoulder of the Leon between your thighs.

That Leon raises his head, lips swollen from sucking and kissing bite after bite into your thighs.

“Fuck you mean move?” He snarls at him, “she asked me to eat her cunt.”

“Yeah well she just asked me to as well,” he growls right back.

Your pussy flutters around nothing as more slick gushes from your hole watching as they argue over eating you out.

“Sneaky,” your Leon chuckles in your ear, “and greedy, sweetheart. You want their mouths that bad, couldn’t wait so had to have both?”

You whine, “Daddy, I need it. Need them to give my pussy lots of kisses.”

“Don’t want her feeling left out, huh?” his smoky voice makes your skin pebble with goosebumps.

You shake your head, “Uh uh, daddy gives the best kisses. She needs them too.”

Your spine arches as two greedy mouths lap at your glistening cunt at the same time, a low whine spilling from your lips. You can’t think past the hot wet tongues licking into your pussy and circling your clit.

“S-so good, unh, unh, d-daddy s’good,” you moan, pushing your hips up into their mouths.

Your hazy eyes watch as the mean Leon fucks his tongue into your clenching hole with a groan while the sweeter one suckles and kisses your clit.

“Help’em out, sweetheart,” your Leon whispers hotly in your ear, “hold your cute little pussy open so they can eat her all up.”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, yes, please.”

You flip your skirt all the way up and reach down to spread open your cunt.

“Good girl,” the sweet Leon praises you lighting up your nerve endings.

He and the other Leon messily make out with your cunt, tongues running all over your swollen clit and fat pussy lips, licking into your dripping wet hole only to repeat it over and over and over until they’re holding your thighs down so you can’t move away from their mouths.

You’re crying from how good you feel; arousal is pulsing all through your body, heightening when your Leon slides his hands around to lift the hem of your shirt and take it off of you. He tugs your bra down so your breasts spill out of the cups, nipples hardening in the cool air.

He tugs and pinches the hard buds making you mewl and push into his rough fingers.

“Daddy,” you pant, eyes open but unseeing as the Leon at your back fondles your breasts and teases your nipples.

“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, “just let us play with you, baby.”

He twists your nipples making you squeal, slick gushing from your pussy to coat the mouth of the Leon lapping at your hole while the other Leon sloppily kisses your sensitive clit. Your Leon keeps up the harsh tugs and pinches making you whine from the too much feeling pulsing in your tightened buds.

“Like me being rough on these cute little nipples, huh?” he mocks, “look at you getting so wet for us. Think that sweet cunt’s ready to get fucked?”

You mewl needily, “Uh huh, need daddy so bad. Please, Leon, please want it. Give it to me, please, please.”

The two Leon’s between your thighs pull back with a loud wet noise.

“Going first,” the mean Leon states, eyes taking in your wet pussy as they drag up to your nipples, still being toyed with by your Leon, then up to your blissed out face, “one of you two can get my sloppy seconds.”

You moan and arch your hips down towards him, “Please, daddy.”

He spanks his hand down on your swollen mound and clit making you squeal.

“You’re gonna be a good fuck, babygirl,” he laughs, getting completely undressed then pressing his fat cock against your drooling pussy.

He eases in, stretching you open on his throbbing length making you moan into the feeling. He pauses for a second then fucks himself into your clenching walls, not stopping until he’s completely bottomed out, tip kissing your womb.

“S’deep,” you choke out, hands moving up to grab your Leon’s forearms, nails digging in, “he’s too deep, daddy.”

“No he’s not,” he laughs in your ear, “you can take’em, sweetheart. Your little pussy’s made for daddy’s dick, right?”

You nod, tears streaming from your eyes, “H-hurts, daddy.”

They all groan at that, the Leon inside you bucking forward trying to get even deeper into your pussy.

“Fuck,” he grins crookedly at you, “gonna breed this pretty pussy then it’s his turn right?”

He nods to the sweeter Leon kneeling at your side, slowly stroking his cock as he watches you get fucked open.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mewl, mouth watering as you watch Leon jerk his cock slowly, precum oozing over his knuckles making them sticky—making you want to clean him up.

Leon pulls his cock out of your pussy slowly then slams back in hard making you cry out, eyes closed and head tossed back. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, chasing his own pleasure as he bullies his cock into your cunt until you’re practically screaming.

“That’s it, fucking take it,” he growls at you, eyes stormy and mean, “gonna fill this little pussy up.”

“Say thank you, sweetheart,” your Leon kisses your ear, still tugging and pinching your swollen nipples.

“T-thank you, d-daddy,” you gasp, voice hoarse.

The sweet Leon moans and fucks his fist a little harder making you whine over at him.

“Want me to suck it, daddy?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Mm only if you want to, honey,” he shuffles up and the Leon behind you lets you lean over to kitten lick at the fat tip of this other Leon.

He groans and grabs the back of your neck, holding onto you but not pushing any further making you moan and suck more of his cock into your mouth. Your pussy squelches with every thrust by the mean Leon, jostling you until you’re gagging on the dick in your mouth.

Your Leon grabs you head and holds you there, “He’s gonna fuck your mouth, baby. Sit still.”

With that permission, the sweet Leon slowly builds up rolling thrusts to fuck his cock in and out of your spit filled mouth. He groans and pants, rocking the tip of his dick into your throat making you choke but neither he nor your Leon let you up so you just have to take it, drooling all over his cock so much it drips down his balls.

“Nothing but a slut,” the Leon fucking your pussy grits out, picking up speed to bully his cock into your soaked cunt.

You moan, the sound garbled and wet as your stepdad starts playing with your sensitive nipples again, tugging hard before pinching your tits.

“Mm she likes that,” Leon laughs meanly, fucking into your pussy harder, “squeeze down on me babygirl, about to cream this pretty cunt.”

Not being able to move makes you sigh and whine against the cock filling your throat and squeeze down hard on the one filling your pussy. Leon tugs on your nipples just right and your eyes flutter shut as your cunt milks the fat dick splitting you open.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” Leon pushes his cock as deep as possible, hot spurts of jizz painting your spasming walls as he empties himself inside you.

It feels like forever before he slowly pulls out, a wet noisy suction that makes them all groan.

“Your turn,” he grins at the Leon you’re sucking off.

“Mm, ready, honey?” he eases out of your swollen mouth and moves down between your legs.

“You’re so full, sweetheart,” he moans, “gonna fill you up so much, we might knock ya up.”

You moan and rock your hips down, “Daddy, don’t say that.”

He smiles at you, “Sorry baby. Just gets me hot thinking we might breed your pretty pussy.”

He slowly feeds his cock into your sore pussy. You can feel cum and slick drip out of your hole as he presses deeper and deeper into you. Whining, you dig your nails into your Leon’s arms again.

“He’s too big, too,” you pant, “s’too much. You’re gonna break my pussy.”

Hips jumping, the sweet Leon bottoms out in your cunt suddenly making you wail at the pressure against your cervix.

He presses down on your thighs to keep you spread open, “Sorry, baby, you just make it so hard to go slow.”

The mean Leon lays along your side so he can mouth at your breasts.

“Just think, if we knock you up you could be leaking from here, too,” he bites your nipple making a reedy moan leave your throat.

Your Leon laughs in agreement, “Milk you like you milk us, sweetheart.”

They take turns being rough on your nipples with your Leon pinching and rolling them in his fingers while the other bites and sucks on the hard buds.

“So tight,” Leon grinds deep into your cunt, rubbing against your g-spot.

“There, daddy,” you gasp, “there, there, there!”

He doesn’t move and just keeps grinding his dick over and over until your whole body shakes apart, orgasm completely wiping your brain out with white noise. When you finally come back to yourself, this Leon is still between your legs pounding your pussy over and over, soft whines and grunts slipping past his pouty lips.

You feel a hot wet mouth suckling your nipples making you arch into the suction.

“Like those tits being sucked don’t you?” A low smoky voice whispers in your ear making you sigh in pleasure.

“Mmhmm, s’good,” you whimper.

“Say it, baby, wanna hear you say it,” the low tone laughs.

“Like when daddy sucks on my tits,” you whisper, “feels good.”

The Leon filling your cunt moans, “Gonna cum, honey, where do you want it?”

“In me, please,” you try to spread your thighs more, “want daddy to breed my pretty pussy.”

“God, fuck, ungh,” he growls and pumps his load into your spent pussy, hot strings of cum dripping down his throbbing cock since your pussy is filled to the brim.

He pulls out and shoots the rest out on your fat pussy lips and swollen clit. You sigh at the hot jizz coating your pussy.

“My turn, sweet girl,” your Leon states tugging you up and away from the two Leons on the bed.

He manhandles you with ease until you’re both at the foot of the bed, he’s standing behind you as your kneeling on the sheets arms twisted behind you, back arched to accommodate the hold he has on them.

“They’re gonna suck on your pretty tits while I rail this sloppy cunt,” he kisses your neck as the other two Leons move up until they’re right in front of you.

You mewl as two hot mouths eagerly suck on each nipple, tongues and teeth teasing at the hard buds. Your Leon slowly presses his dick into your abused pussy, cum dripping all over your thighs from the other creampies.

“That’s it, good girl,” he coos in your ear, “feels good getting those cute tits licked huh? It must cause this pussy is sucking me in.”

You can only pant, body overloaded on sensation. The two Leons in front of you grunt and moan into your breasts, sucking hard and greedily. You notice they’re each stroking their own cocks, getting off on tasting your tits.

“Daddy,” your tongue feels swollen in your mouth, “want you to cum in me.”

“I’m going to sweetheart, don’t worry,” he smacks your ass, “just wanna enjoy this sloppy cum filled pussy. S’hot getting somebody’s sloppy seconds. Or should I say sloppy thirds?”

He laughs making you clench down on him hard. He spanks your ass a few more times making you whine and buck back into him. Once he bottoms out, he just grinds the fat head against your cervix making you arch your back, which only presses your tits further into the hungry mouths sucking on them.

“Would be hot to milk those cute titties of yours, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “you’d be so wet and messy everywhere. Wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off of you.”

“Leon,” you whimper, “don’t wanna—“

He reaches around and spanks your pussy, “It’s just a dirty thought, sweetheart,” he chides, “your pussy sure likes the thought of me sucking on your milky tits though.”

He grips your arms harder and starts railing into your cunt deeper, hips humping faster into your wet squelching pussy. He keeps spanking your pussy making you drool all over yourself as your belly gets warmer and warmer, orgasm just around the corner.

One of the mouths on your breasts starts biting making you mewl and press harder into their teeth.

“Bite me, daddy,” you’re crying softly now, feeling too good, “bite me, please.”

All three listen to you, each mouth on your nipples nipping the bud before sinking teeth into your areola. Leon behind you bites down on your shoulder making your legs shake in pleasure.

“G’nna cum, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum,” you moan, body squirming—not sure where to go against the onslaught of feelings.

Leon spanks down on your clit the hardest he’s ever done and you scream, pussy gushing all over his cock. You think you’re babbling thank you but you honestly have no idea. Your brain is totally offline as pleasure makes you stupid, sweeping through your body leaving nothing behind.

You feel the mouths slowly pull off of your nipples as you Leon says something. Then, you’re completely bent over the bed so he can pound into your sloppy cunt. You weakly clench down on him and he snaps, knocking his cock into your cervix and spilling inside of you. It’s so hot it makes you moan brokenly. Without pulling out, he starts to shake your shoulders roughly.

“What?” Your brain feels like soup.

“I said you need to wake up, sweetheart,” his voice says from above you making you slowly blink your eyes open.

You shoot up in bed and look around. It’s your room again but this time it doesn’t have that weird dream vibe to it.

You look up at Leon who’s standing next to your bed with a confused expression.

“You okay? Are you getting sick?”

You shake your head no even as he tests your forehead for a temperature.

“Hmm, well if you don’t feel well let me know and I’ll pick up some medicine while I’m out,” his frown doesn’t disappear even as he walks towards your open door.

“Will do,” you call out to his retreating back as he shuts he door.

You flop back down on your bed with a huff. Maybe you shouldn’t have ice cream before bed.

#crack fic #stepdad!leon multiverse? 😂#stepdad!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepdad leon s kennedy #stepdad!leon kennedy #stepdad!leon s kennedy #stepcest #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy #alcohlic stepdad!leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossanon

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psychelis-new · 1 year

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pick a pile: "Who are/will be your friends"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read about how your friends see you and/or how you may be meeting your new friends and what they will think about you/how they will see you. Also no offence for the pics choice, I love sheeps.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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These are people that are pretty similar to you. You may be knowing them for a lot now, for some they may be childhood friends or something. You just need to look at them to be able to read their mind and understand what they think. Huge deep bond. For others, they may be part of your soul family or a past life partner/friend/connection. Okay there are two situations here: 1) you know them so deep down, every small detail about the other, that basically you are the same person and you support each other and care and really talk like 24/7 about any little thing that happens and you are very aware of how the other changed through the years (it could be also for new people: you talk a lot and tell the other everything about your life in a few days); 2) you have been knowing each other for long (or even just met) but you don't really know the other's favorite color, for example. It's a slightly different type of friendship. It's close, it's caring, but it's not as deep as one would imagine. You may even go a few days/weeks without talking and it's fine, when you meet again, it's like nothing happened. The care, the support, the help are there in whatever case. And it works for y'all, so why not. In both cases I think it involves you and another max. 2 people, not more (but it could be just 1). You may be kinda introverted people or just enjoy some time off occasionally, to recharge or do your own things. But you end up being there for the other if they need, no matter what. You may even sleep to each other's place to be able to share your experiences during the evening/night. For many of you I feel it's a same gender friendship for others is a different gender one, and for a few ones this person may turn into your romantic partner.

song: tú | maye

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Very protective friends. They kinda shield you. If you meet someone new, maybe even a love interest, they are pretty jealous of you and need to know everything about this person before feeling okay with you going out with them. They may even stalk this person on socials? Masculine/boss energy, but it doesn't have to be a male person ofc (or people... actually I'm getting 3-4 people, so it could even be mixed). You may be knowing them from high school or college/university, for some of you they may be your colleagues. Very grounded, stable energy, I am feeling like those superhero that stand in front of you to protect you from a possible danger. This may turn into something toxic tbh, cause they should trust you and let you leave your life the way you need... it's just that they don't want you to suffer, probably cause you've been suffering a lot through your life. It's very nice and cute of them ofc, but it's also their codependency talking: be aware of this and talk things out with them if they are a bit too controlling and protective of you. They may be needing to work on themselves, on these parts of them, these triggers. The moment they realize all this with your help, things will change for everyone and be more easy to afford. Find a way to compromise, to come together to an healthier point with time and patience. They will change their approach and point of view on life and on you, and accept that you can and need to experience your life as you're an adult and you can take care of you too. And you can even get hurt while living. But you can survive, they'll know. And they'll be there to support you whenever you need. Huge older brother/sister energy. Even crush energy for a few (you are their crush).

song: boyfriend | dove cameron

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Huge "squad" energy. You may be all the same gender and like to go out and enjoy all together. If someone is missing for any issue, you feel their absence and find ways to be with them anyway maybe through a phone call. Let's say one person of your team is ill, you may renounce to a night out and go to their place to cheer them up and be with them. You totally do anything together. I think it's about 4-5 people here, including you. You like to go out at night especially, go to parties/pubs and dance together. Maybe you like to make fun of guys/people trying to approach you (if applicable)? But sometimes it's different... I see you, not gonna go there with this reading, sorry. :) I think you may share courses too, maybe college or dancing courses, or play in a sport team (even cheeleaders?)... something like that. You spend a lot of time together also during the day. You like shopping together, eating together... you talk a lot too. There's some kind of sisterhood or brotherhood here. You're there to help each other, your are totally a group, like "bro's before ho's". Together you're stronger, like nothing can hit you and having the others' support is fundamental. But from cards it seems you don't always talk about heavy stuff or past stuff (before you got together), at least not with everyone there. That's probably something you may need to do, to be more open about anything you don't like or how you really feel inside. It's true that y'all enjoy being together but if you feel down, not all of your friends may notice or you (or one friend) may hide that. Your squad is strong, please find ways to talk about your mental health together: you can get out of any personal problem also thanks to your friends, you don't have to hide and push it all down night after night. Take courage and speak up, you will be understood by your friends (or ask your friends to speak if you feel something isn't right with them). None of you is a burden for the others, you should know that.

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Your friends are or will be pretty different from you (etnicity, background, upbringing, culture, ideas, "social class"...). They are very caring of you, very kind and generous and indeed, very different even among them. They see you as very sweet and they kinda feel protective of you but in an healthy way. It feels like y'all complete each other. You learn a lot from each other too. Lot of fun times together, lot of laughs, but also nice talks at night even on heavy topics or sharing your lives' experiences. They may help you heal some parts of you that still need work (maybe some fears or insecurities about yourself and how you can be perceived by others/in relationships of any type), they'll help you be more focused and determined, more you. Very supportive group. They help you also working towards your dreams, finding your true call and desire and create your own dream outcome. They help you know yourself better too. Just by communicating with them, you find ways to reach your inner side more easily. They balance you very well, and help you stay balanced. It may be a spiritual connection too, they may be part (all of them or just a few) of your soul family, and you may be supposed to meet them at a specific time in your life. Some of you may be trying to manifest them in their life atm, it will happen the moment you let go and trust, especially yourself (work on your inner world to decide what you really want out of a friendship). There's no judgment here, it's a pure friendship. For some it may involve a slightly large group (around 5-6 or a few more people but no more than 8), for others it's 3-4 or less.

song: angel of mine | monica

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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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dude, your mom's hot | kirishima eijirou

synopsis ↬ your stepson's best friend has a crush on you

warnings ↬ modern au, age difference, the reader is bakugou’s stepmom, kirishima is about 20 and in college, the reader can be any age but obviously older than kiri, infidelity/cheating, 0ral (giving), tit-fuck, slight nipple play, let me know if I missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!kirishima eijirou x milf!fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.2k

kinktober day one

Outstretching your arm and waving to the two boys, you stood by the front door of your home and watched as they walked away from the lawn. Bakugou, your stepson, mustered a tiny wave and uttered a weak "bye". His head ducked down towards the pavement leading to the sidewalk, partially embarrassed at your overly friendly antics towards his classmate. You were very conscious of his distant and standoffish demeanor, but nonetheless, you didn't mind. Simply thinking he wasn't comfortable with you yet.

Always buddying up and thriving off the attention from them, he wondered if you were getting tired of Dad already. He could vaguely remember the last time he saw you two being affectionate, not that he paid attention to those things. The nights were quiet and the days were too dull for a newlywed couple; last night, he learned that you two weren't even sleeping in the same bed – instead, you resided in a room adjacent to his.

"Have a good day!" You said cheerfully as they disappeared down the street. "I'll be waiting for you to come home!"

"Whatever..." Bakugou muttered under his breath with his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. He tried his best to ignore you, thankful that you weren't as boisterous as you usually are.

"Dude, your mom's hot..!" His best friend, Kirishima, tried to whisper after they walked some distance away from your home. He spoke in a hushed voice, but still loud enough for some passersby to hear.

"What?" Perhaps Bakugou misheard because there was no way Kirishima would have the guts to say that. Unfortunately, his hearing was clear. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Sure, he wasn't particularly fond of you with his father but regardless, you were family. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect.

"Nothing, jus' had to get it off my chest." Kirishima placed his hand over his heart and looked up at the blue sky as if he was daydreaming about something innocent. As his lips curled into a sly smirk, his friend could tell that it was the opposite.

Bakugou didn't have the desire to ask about the filthy thoughts that filled the redhead's mind. It was the same sentiments he heard from his other friends.

Dunce-face Denki kept fidgeting and stumbling over his words as he spoke to you for the first time. Sero wouldn't wipe that dumb smile from his face, practically flirting with you right in front of his father. God, Mina wouldn't shut up about how you almost made her 'switch sides' after meeting you one morning. No wonder you enjoyed the company of his friends. They all seemed so enchanted by your presence and now his best friend was stricken by the same love potion.

"Mina was right... She's so perfect," Kirishima's lips soon began to spill countless praises for you. "I don't see why you hate her, you're so lucky. Wish I could get a taste of that sweet-" Before he could continue more sickening words, Bakugou tightly grasped his friend's shoulder.

"I don't hate her, dumbass..." His fingers clenched around Kirishima as both men halted their movements. "If I ever catch you saying shit like that again, I'll kill you." Kirishima didn't take his friend's words seriously. Of course, to him, it was a light joke so he laughed off Bakugou's threats. Except, he wasn't kidding.

Especially as the mornings seemed to always include Kirishima stopping by his house to walk with him to their University. One day, he arrived early as you finished preparing breakfast for Bakugou. His father had already left for work a few minutes prior. Thank goodness you couldn't see your stepson's scowl and shock as he peeped into the kitchen and saw his best friend handsy with you. Sneakingly placing his arm around your waist and bringing you closer to him. He watched, seething in rage when Kirishima embraced you in a back hug; you seemed so rejuvenated as you two laughed together.

Being stuck in an 'odd' marriage and having a new stepson must've made you lonely, Bakugou thought. Clinging to the ounce of attention his friends repeatedly gave, you knew it wasn't the healthiest decision, yet, you didn't seem to care. Every passing day, Kirishima's stays would lengthen in your home. Visiting in the mornings and returning with your stepson by the evening. Occasionally staying for dinner and even proposing a sleepover that was quickly shut down by Bakugou.

Tonight played out like all the previous encounters. The two arrived home directly after their last class finished. Your stepson kept grumbling under his breath as Kirishima followed close behind him like a lost puppy. You welcomed them by the front door, something you did nearly every day. Kirishima greeted you with a warm yet lingering embrace while Bakugou trudged up the stairs to his room. His crimson eyes rolled to the back of his head, not even bothering to spare a glance at your strange display of affection.

He expected his friend to join him – after all, Kirishima promised to help him on an assignment for a class they shared – but as the minutes passed, the redhead remained downstairs. Bakugou could hear the symphony of your resounding laughter through the thin walls of the home. Fuck it. He reached for his speakers and began to blare loud music, trying to drown out the noise below him. He could already feel himself becoming nauseous from the thought of you two. The sound traveled to the kitchen, where you and Kirishima chatted while enjoying drinks.

"What's that sound?" He asked while peering up at the stairs. The beer glass in his hands nearly spilled with his sudden movements.

It's a luxury brand that one of your closest friends purchased as a wedding gift. Your husband claimed he didn't like beer, but you figured it would be better to use them before they spoiled.

"Oh, it's Kats' music. Sorry, he doesn't always play it this loud. Should I tell him to turn it down?" You say, yet your feet have already begun marching in his direction.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry," Trying to convince you otherwise doesn't work. Kirishima steps in front of you while reaching out, causing you both to collide into each other.

You notice his presence too late; not until his body is fully in front of you and the cold sensation of the carbonated drink touches your cleavage. The liquid leaps out of the glass and sullies your perfectly clean blouse. Your own beer glass is away from Kirishima's body, only spilling on the floor and leaving him untouched. The redhead seems to notice the mess last as the feeling of your chest pressed against him and his hand excites him, even if it was only for a brief moment. He tries to pull his eyes away but your shirt becomes partially see-through and sticks to your skin.

"S- Sorry..!" He stutters out and backs away as he sees his mistake. He sets his glass on the table and frantically searches for something to help clean.

"It's okay, I can clean it up..." You tore off some paper towels on the counter and lightly dabbed the stain. After a few seconds of wiping, you soon realize the amber smudge won't come off your shirt. Kirishima whispers a string of apologies as you curse under your breath out of frustration. Finally, you set the dry towel aside and try to excuse yourself upstairs so that you could change.

Until you feel Kirishima's brawny arms cage your body in a tight grasp, much more desperate and clingy. The apologies from his lips seem to lose their meaning and fade out of his ears. Trying to speak and asking him what was wrong didn't work, he ignored your own voice as well. You watch, completely stunned as his head ducks down to the valley between your chest.

His sharp teeth sink into the fabric, suckling until the faint taste of beer coats his tongue. Your hands naturally reach for his biceps; not to pull him away but to deepen the hold he has on your body as a tingle surges through your core. He continues this for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he becomes satisfied. The shirt obviously isn't clean but is only dampened more by his saliva. Kirishima's fingers gently graze across your sides as he presses you against the kitchen counter.

He hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, tugging the clothing upwards until the front of your bra straps is exposed. His tongue flattens out and glides across your cleavage, directly over the area of the stain. Soon lapping at whatever taste of the alcohol remained on your skin. His tongue left behind a clear coating of liquid with each broad stroke along your flesh. Your fingers grip his shirt as he nips into your skin and nestles his tongue between your breasts. Frantically moving, he was trying desperately to clean you after making a mess.

As he finally slowed to a stop, his hands eagerly moved to pull your brassier down and reveal your tits. You easily succumbed to his wishes; a strong urge to continue rushed through your spirit, you were aware of your devious actions. His assault on your chest only continued as his warm muscle flicked across your hardened bud. Enveloping it around his lips before suckling as whines soon escaped from your throat. Your hands reached into his hair and pushed Kirishima's head closer.

Minutes passed and the noise created between you two began to fade. There was no more laughter. Frequent gasps and strange groans were the only sounds Bakugou could hear from his room upstairs. He figured that something was wrong, you were always chatty with the guests whenever they came over. Immediately, he stopped his work and fled down the stairs; only the worst possible outcomes flooded his mind.

As he walked down, your bodies finally came into view.

There you were, kneeling in front of Kirishima with your tits enveloping his throbbing cock. As you moved upwards, his tip oozed clear and sticky precum that mixed with his saliva and lubricated your glistening chest. When gliding downwards, his cock peeked out of your cleavage only to be greeted by your tongue. Fluttering across his tip and collecting some of his precum that failed to cover your chest. His hands that tangled in your hair moved to grasp onto your arms, trying to make you quicken your pace. You happily obliged; Bakugou came right on time, a perfect ending for the show.

Drawing Kirishima closer and closer to his orgasm, you pull away from him for a brief second. A needy whine leaves his mouth but is soon replaced with a pleased hum when his tip enters your slick mouth. Staring up at him with lovestruck eyes, you take as much of his girth until he nearly reaches the back of your throat and moves your hand along the rest of his shaft. As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, stings of drool trickled down your chin. Feeling your tongue glide across the underside of his cock coaxed praises and words of affection out of his lips.

Kirishima’s face flushed a deep shade of pink at the sudden surge of pleasure on his member. God, if he knew you were this good he would’ve tried this sooner. He could only imagine the feeling of your warmth clenching around him; just the thought almost made him bust on your tongue. His mouth was now held agape with only slurred words and whimpers. Tilting his head backward, the whites of his eyes were visible as his adam’s apple throbbed with his groans becoming louder.

Suddenly, his hand harshly tugs at your hair and pushes your head away. Leaving his girth so quickly nearly caused your teeth to scrape against his skin. Soon, he begins fucking his cock with a balled fist and thrusting over your face as some of his precum drizzles down to your lips.

“Fu- fuck m’ gonna cum… gonna cum,” His hand holds your chin tightly and tilts your head upwards so you look up at him. “Lemme ruin that cute little face…”

“Oh fuck Kiri, gimme your cum..! Wanna taste it so bad,” His thumb pushes past your lips and forces your mouth open. Your tongue hangs down, eagerly awaiting his sweet release.

After a few more thrusts of his fist, the creamy essence gushed out of his tip. Painting your face white before dribbling down to your jaw and throat. He cums with pants and husky moans as his chest rapidly rises and falls. A long streak goes past your forehead into your hair while most of his salty seed pools in your tongue.

Kirishima glances in the direction where his best friend is standing, completely stunned. He leans downwards, licking at his own cum as it runs along your neck. His tongue moves up before meeting your lips and meeting you with a deep kiss.

Bakugou stumbles backward at the brazen act, blinking rapidly in disbelief. His pants suddenly feel tight and constricting; did he seriously enjoy watching that? The blonde seems to answer his own question as he retreats to his bedroom, nearly tripping down the stairs, to settle his new problem.

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brighttears · 1 year

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reader is pregnant and doesn’t tell Joel until she like 6 months or 7 months pregnant that she like hides it with jumpers and what not until the end of ep8 with David , Ellie and Joel notice her stumbling and breathing heavily like she’s gonna faint that’s when she uncovers her coat and his response is not good and Ellie just in shock so very angst .

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, canon violence, mentions of abortion and death of a baby, pet names (baby)

Word count: 2k

A/n: yay first request!

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Hell no you didn’t plan for this. But by the time you noticed the bump, you couldn’t go back. The first thing you did was tell Maria, who was thrilled. You sat and had a long talk with her, and she made you feel much less afraid, even excited about it. Jackson was a safe place. There were plenty of kids there already, even a school. It was the next day that Joel told you about the plan to see what you could find at the university where the Fireflies might be. Maria tried her hardest to talk you out of it, but now having spent over a year barely leaving Joel’s side, no way were you staying back. Knowing you’re carrying his baby made you only more sure about the decision.

The one good thing about winter was your big fluffy coat and layers. That really is the only good thing, though. Now six months along, it was getting harder and harder to hide, although the lack of food made you look more like four months rather than six months pregnant. Also you were growing more and more uncomfortable. You excused it as maybe a cold, which worried Joel greatly, because it wasn’t like any cold he’d ever seen. You didn’t want to be a burden but you were fucking ravenous. To make up for it you went out hunting often, until a couple months ago, when you couldn't get away with lying down on your belly to use the rifle.

Jackson provided the best food and care you could ever ask for, and Maria was very supportive, but you were scared. By that point, though, there wasn’t really anything you could do. Every day that you didn’t have a miscarriage, you were grateful. Every morning you woke up knowing Joel and Ellie were both safe and with you, you were grateful.

And then Joel got stabbed.

You hated yourself for not doing anything, only holding Ellie behind you as Joel fought off the raider. When Joel turned and you saw the rusty blue protruding from a circle of deep red on his abdomen, the breath was knocked out of you. Before you could yell “Don’t” he had already pulled it out.

Ellie was the one to get you out of there. She had to basically shove you two on the horse for her and Joel and then jumped (impressively, all on her own) onto your horse. You used one hand for the reins and the other to try to keep Joel’s wrapped around you but you almost got pulled down yourself when he fell to the ground. It didn't take long but took too long at the same time to find the neighborhood, then you and Ellie strained to get him set up in a basement. Your hands were trembling as they put pressure on the wound. You felt useless. Your head was swimming from the panic and fear mixed with hunger and exhaustion. Your stomach hurt.

Still, you insisted you be the one to go out a hunt, but Ellie was adamant that you stay.

“You couldn’t hold a gun steady if you tried.” she tried to joke, referencing your almost vibrating hands. You didn’t laugh, just finally nodded. While she was gone, Joel woke up. He did a terrible job trying to convince you to “take the girl and run.”

“Are you fucking joking? You hit your head, too? No wait seriously, did you hit your head?”

Between the time he fell back unconscious and Ellie came back, your mind cleared just enough to search the house for something to stitch him up with. All you could find was thread, which was definitely not ideal, but it was all you had. At the very least, you were able to use your lighter to try to sterilize the needle.

While it was very concerning when Ellie came back with penicillin, then going straight back out, too quick for you to question her, the look in Ellie’s eyes when she came back scared the shit out of you. But once again she made you stay with him, “You have to. I know you’ve been sick and I’m not. I'm healthier than both of you combined. Just take this…” she had grabbed your hand and wrapped your fingers around a knife, “and don’t get killed.”

So, you handled it.

The penicillin worked along with watching your struggle killing the intruder to get Joel, although still weak, to his feet. You found where Ellie was and went after her on foot–you did puke when you saw the bodies hung like pigs in the shed–and then were guided the rest of the way by the smoke. The fear alone was enough to make you nauseated again, and after the adrenaline wore off some and you’d created some distance between you and the resort, it caught up with you and you eventually collapsed.

Joel took your face in his hands, eyes wide, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m–Joel, I, no, I—”

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“Joel…”

“What is it?” he demanded.

You couldn’t hide it anymore. You unzipped your jacket and unbuttoned the lighter one beneath it, revealing your pregnant belly. Joel’s face dropped.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nod timidly.

“This why you been so sick?”

You nod again.

“You’re havin’ a fuckin’ kid?”

“I guess so.” you give him a faint smile but it doesn’t last long.

“How could you.” Joel breathes out.

Tears well up in your eyes at his harsh tone, “I thought, maybe–”

“What, that’d we’d make a family? No. No. I don’t want a family. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? How stupid you’re being?”

“Joel, I–”

“No! That thing’s gonna kill you! I don’t want it.” Joel enunciates the last sentence through his teeth. You start to cry. Joel pulls you in to hold you, then brings you back away by your shoulders, looks into your eyes then down to your belly, then back into your eyes. He pulls you in and then away again, “Baby… in another life… if we weren't–if the world wasn’t like it is, this would be one of the best days of my life.” He squeezes your shoulders. “But it’s not. We don’t live in a world where we can do that. You can’t do this.”

“What about Tommy?”

“What about Tommy?” Joel raises his voice, “Tommy’s livin’ in dreamland. On his fuckin’ commune. I live in the fuckin’ real world, where kids should not be born.”

“What about me?” Ellie interjects and you both look up, having almost forgotten she was there, “You don’t think I was supposed to be born?”

“Ellie, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean you.” Joel gets up to hug her but she breaks free and kneels down to hug you instead, face buried in your collar. You pet her hair and look up at Joel, brow furrowed.

“How many months along are you?” Joel’s tone remains grim.

“Six months.”

“I’m sorry, Joel.” you whimper.

Joel almost falls onto one knee, raking his hands through his hair. He starts to breathe heavily and puts one hand on the ground to balance himself.

“Joel, please,”

He starts to gasp.

“Joel.” you almost cry out. It catches his attention and he looks at you with emotion you can’t identify. Then he lunges to wrap his arms around you and Ellie.

After a few moments of breathing together, Joel speaks, “Okay. Okay, baby. We’ll figure this out. It’s okay. We can do this.” he raises his head to kiss your forehead and then leans his onto it. “We can do this. Let's get you up. Come on.” he raises you and Ellie gently to your feet. When he looks into your eyes again he wraps his arms around you tightly without a word. Then he brings his arm to take Ellie in with you, his hand on the back of her head, and kisses the top of each of your heads. “We can do this.”

It was basically silent on your way back to the house. You’d decided to stop there just for a little to catch your bearings. Ellie had other plans, apparently, almost immediately falling asleep. She must have been more than exhausted. You and Joel sat on the opposite side of the basement, not wanting to leave Ellie alone. You sat as far away from her as you could so you could talk. The small amount of softness that Joel had grown since you broke the news melted away.

“How could you do this?”

“Well condoms and abortion clinics are pretty scarce these days, Joel.”

“Don’t fuckin’ joke with me.”

“That isn’t a joke.”

“There are plenty of ways to have a misscarriage, you don’t need an abortion clinic.”

You stop, stunned. “Are you telling me you expected me to find some hanger to shove into myself? Maybe throw myself down a flight of stairs or onto a fucking firehydrant or something?”

He says nothing but continues to glare.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?”

“Me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He tries to keep his voice low but it is furious, “How could you do this? How could you bring a child into this world? How could you do this to me? I can’t be a fuckin’ father,”

“But you are, Joel. You had a daughter, and you were a great dad.”

“My daughter is dead.” he hisses, “And I am not going to lose another child.” Joel’s lip quivers and he looks to the ground.

“What about Ellie?”

“What about Ellie?” he goes back to glaring at you and you just look back at him. “Ellie is not my goddamn daughter.” He snaps. You both look over to see if it woke her but she remains still, back facing you on the mattress. “I don’t want a daughter. I don’t want a child. This isn’t only about you.”

“You think I’m only thinking about me? You think I’m going through all this for my sake, being pregnant while starving, traveling across the country in the dead of winter?”

“You can’t blame me for not being able to feed you a fuckin’ five course meal three times a day–”

“I’m not! At what point in this conversation have I ever blamed you?”

“You can’t expect me to provide like a father should. Fuck fatherhood. That’s not a luxury I can afford.”

“So, what?”

“What?”

“Well I’m having this baby–”

“You ever stop to think that maybe you won’t? You ever heard of a stillborn? Even if it lives past birth you expect it to live past a week? A year at the very best? A year of it starvin’–what if we run into a Clicker? Then we’re all dead. What if you don’t make it through childbirth? If you’ve been starvin’ this whole time–and don’t think the deer’ll come on out now that the world knows you’re fuckin’ pregnant. Fuck the baby, this isn’t safe for you.”

“Joel, I don’t know what you want me to say,”

“I want you to tell me you’re fuckin’ joking.”

“Well I’m not.”

“Christ.” Joel presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I can’t fuckin’ handle this.” he gets up and starts heading up the stairs.

“Joel, where are you–”

“Don’t worry, I’m not walkin’ out on you. I’m not that much of a piece a shit, as much as you might think so.” with that, he disappears from sight.

Only a few moments later, Ellie moves. She turns her head to look at you, then gets up and crawls over, turning to rest her back against the wall next to you and peers up at you.

“What did you hear?” you ask her in a hushed tone. She says nothing, just rests her head on your shoulder.

Eventually, she whispers, “I think you’ll make a good mom.”

“Thank you, Ellie… I don’t know anymore, though.”

“What do you mean?” she moves to look up at you again.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be a mom anymore. Even if I do… decide to keep it… Joel’s right, how long is it gonna live?”

“Marlene told me about my mom, right before she handed me over to Tess and Joel.” she turns her face ahead and you look down at her now, watching her expression. “She gave birth… in some shitty, abandoned house, all alone. An Infected broke in, broke down the door, she gave birth to me while being attacked by an Infected. She got bit. That's why she’s not around anymore. You know my knife? That’s the knife she used to kill it. Isn’t that crazy? …My mom was fuckin’ badass.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

She meets your gaze and gives you a slight smile.

“Sometimes, I’m not sure if I think… she was, you know, right, for giving birth to me.”

“Don’t say that Ellie.”

“Well, I am ‘humanity's last hope’” she mocks a deep voice, “so I guess she was in the right.”

“That’s not all you’re worth, Ellie. You’re a wonderful person. You’re the strongest, smartest, bravest, funniest, most badass kid I’ve ever met. I mean it.”

She slants a smile. “Yeah, I think you’ll make a good mom. Joel will, too. He just has to get used to the idea. It is kinda fair, for him to be so nervous, you know, with his daughter and all.”

“Yeah. I know. You’re right. He’s right.”

“That’s ok, there are plenty of bachelors in Jackson and at least one of them’s gotta have a thing for pregnant women.”

You both laugh and you hit her arm, “Gross, Ellie.”

“I’m not wrong.”

“Probably not, no.”

Joel opens the door to the basement and asks Ellie on the way down, “Give us a minute, would’ya?”

“Yes sir.”

Joel surprises you by kneeling down in front of you, putting a hand on your knee. He bites the inside of his bottom lip and his eyes are glistening. You wait, completely still and quiet.

“Look,” he looks away, maybe trying to fight back the tears but fails when he looks back at you. “I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than I’ve loved any woman in my life.” you start breathing heavier, thinking you might start crying again, too. “You would make a great mom. N’ I loved being a dad. But I know what it's like t’… lose a child. I wanted to kill myself after I lost Sarah.” He points to a small scar just in his hairline, “See that? I tried to shoot myself. But I flinched. I never knew why.” Joel rubs his thumb on your knee. “But now I know. “

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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader

Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!

The Confinement, To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.

Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.

!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.

!! Proceed at your own discretion

Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.

Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.

Word Count: 3.9k

∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.

You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.

Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.

"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.

Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.

Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.

"None, thank you for showing me around."

You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.

"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.

Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.

"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.

MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.

"I'm—"

"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.

A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.

"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"

Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?

"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"

"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.

Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.

"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.

"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"

With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.

"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.

You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.

Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.

In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.

The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.

When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.

He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.

"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.

"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."

"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.

"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."

You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.

You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.

König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.

You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.

∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.

"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.

"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.

The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.

Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."

"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."

He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.

Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.

Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.

"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.

Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.

She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.

Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?

"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.

Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.

Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.

Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.

1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.

Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.

There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.

What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?

The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.

He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.

Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.

Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.

"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.

Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.

You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.

"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.

You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.

"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."

He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.

Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.

"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.

Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.

The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.

Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.

Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.

If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.

"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.

∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.

With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.

Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.

Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.

Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.

It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.

You sat down, trying to calm yourself.

Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.

That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.

Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.

— &

You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.

Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.

This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.

"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.

Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.

"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.

Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.

"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."

It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.

“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.

You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.

“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”

“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”

“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”

You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.

He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.

“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.

“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“It did not.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.

You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.

“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”

You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.

“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.

In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.

He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.

“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”

This marks the end of this chapter.

[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]

CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:

[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest

[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want

[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost

[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language

[5]: Maus, Mouse

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