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jihyocentric · 2 days
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today i offer you mohyo!
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“why won’t you pick up the phone?!”
the scream of a question can be heard from sana’s room, and perhaps even the neighbors had heard it through the thick walls of their apartments. momo was rarely loud, which compensated for sana’s lack of quiet, but the constant buzzing and ringing of sana’s phone had been disturbing her through her movie, enough to make her snap.
it was even more rare for the device not to be on sana’s hand all the time, given sana’s need to be persistently online, yet the phone was left on a counter at the kitchen, far from sana and closer to momo.
“because it’s her!” sana screams as she answers back, huffing as she finished her makeup with way too much blush on her cheeks.
that night, sana had a date. it’s not like the date was meant for her to know more about the girl who had asked her out — the both of them had other intentions, clearly, which was why they’d meet up at a club. after breaking up with jihyo, sana has had quite a few dates, all of which ended up on only one thing, indicating that sana was still her same old self, as if jihyo was never even there.
looking back to when she was still with jihyo, sana really thought she’d eventually fall for her. jihyo was complicated — but sana found her to be lovable. she was the first girl who sana called ‘girlfriend’, all because, for some reason, she couldn’t just have a one night stand with her, and they kept repeating their first night together until eventually jihyo decided that sana was her girlfriend.
now, after no longer than two months of their breakup, with sana aware that jihyo knew, somehow, that she had a date, sana regrets not rejecting her. deeply so, flushed not only because of the excessive makeup on her cheeks, but because she was angry.
momo pauses her movie, grunting as she hears sana’s annoying ringtone for the nth time. “she’s calling again!”
“sanaaaaaaa.” jihyo cries, impatiently waiting for sana to answer her calls.
she had parked her car in front of sana’s building, a familiar place that jihyo was no longer allowed to enter. despite granting sana’s wish of sending jihyo away and forbidding jihyo of paying sana a ‘visit’, the doorman still pitied the young girl, pretending he didn’t see her car parked where it wasn’t supposed to.
jihyo had been crying since morning. it became routine after sana left her — jihyo woke up, thought about sana, wondered why her girlfriend had been acting so mean, and wept until she found enough comfort to go on with her day, pretending to everybody, including her own friends, that she and sana had never broken up.
jihyo couldn’t understand why sana had left her. part of the reason why that happened was the idealization she had of sana's love for her, which was fueled by sana, who even told jihyo nobody had ever made her feel what jihyo made her feel. sana wasn’t lying then, her feelings for jihyo were genuine, and they might have evolved into something stronger if only they were meant to be. that wasn’t the case, and while jihyo fell harder, sana kept losing her interest on her.
the rejection was unbearable. truly so, to the point jihyo rejected being rejected. sana definitely didn’t mean all the things she had been saying to jihyo lately, and she certainly didn’t mean to break up with her. they were perfect together, the campus’ perfect couple. it didn’t matter if their relationship had only lasted a little over six months and that sana had been going out with other women. she is just confused, jihyo believed. sana would go back to her.
jihyo anxiously moves one of her legs, putting weight on her knee, the leg bobbing incessantly as she waited. for a period of time, jihyo has her forehead against the wheel of her car, breathing slowly as she tried to prevent the tears from coming, but the more she waited, the more heartbroken she was.
the buzzing of her phone stops, and jihyo is about to dial sana’s number again, but then there’s a voice coming through the speakers.
“if you don’t get this call, i’ll get it for you!” momo huffs, unusually annoyed.
“i don’t care!” sana shouts from her room.
sana did the extraordinary — she was starting to piss momo off. momo stands up, loudly threatening sana to tell her ex where she’d be for the night (or part of it), and sana takes perhaps too long to understand momo’s intent behind answering the call. her feet make a harsh sound as she rushes out of her room, and momo was about to take her phone when she appears in the kitchen.
“momo, no!” sana chastises.
“it’s been a whole hour of this! you could’ve muted it!” momo says, evidently upset.
“momo,” sana’s eyes widen. she tries to get her phone from momo’s hands, but momo turns around and sana ends up hugging her, still trying to snatch it from her roommate’s hands. “momo, you can’t pick this up! she’ll ruin my night, stop it!”
momo ignores sana’s pleas. “she ruined my movie!”
before sana can do anything to stop momo, her phone stops ringing and they hear a whimper. instant regret is what momo feels, because she wasn’t really trying to snitch on sana, but now she was on a call with her ex, and the girl was clearly crying from the sounds of it.
“hey, uh…” momo starts, trying to remember her name. she remembers sana used to call her ji, but that couldn’t be her full name, so momo resorts to another approach. “pretty girl.”
“sana?” jihyo rushes to pick her phone from the dashboard of the car, hands shaking. to her, the few words she’d heard had been nothing but a rhythmic pattern of sound. in her pitiful state, she couldn’t tell that the person wasn’t sana.
momo shakes her head, as if jihyo could see her. “momo. so, cutie, sana can’t answer the phone right now. she asked me to tell you that, uhh…”
sana panics, letting go of the tight hug to face momo, silently begging her not to tell jihyo where she was going. she was already trying to imagine how it would be to tell her date that they couldn’t go to their desired location because her crazy ex would follow her anywhere. perhaps sana would just have to cancel it at last minute, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself because of jihyo.
momo clears her throat. “s-she… she’s sick!” she bursts out with the affirmation. “she’s resting in bed, so she can’t talk to you.”
“really?” jihyo sniffs. she has her arms crossed, eyes red and puffy from crying, disappointed because she wouldn’t get to see sana. “it’s nothing serious, right? will she be okay?”
“it’s very contagious!” momo explains.
sana looks at her with a reprimanding face, not fond of where that conversation with her ex was going. at least she was free from jihyo. for that, sana was relieved.
“contagious?” jihyo pouts, her heart aching from imagining sana suffering in bed.
“oh, yes. very. but i’m taking care of her, so you shouldn’t worry. she will talk to you soon!” momo laughs when sana grimaces.
jihyo’s heart races. it had been too long since sana willingly spoke with her. “she… she will?”
“uhh, sure! hehe.” momo fakes out a laugh, knowing sana wanted to end her right there and then. “i have to go now.”
“okay.” jihyo sighs. “tell her i miss her. and… that i wish she recovers fast.”
“will do,” momo replies. “bye bye.”
sana steals her phone back as soon as momo hangs up, her breathing heavy from the slight fear of momo messing up built up in her stomach.
“you owe me one.” momo declares. “she will stop calling and she thinks you’re staying at home.”
“did you have to add that it was contagious?” sana asks, still mad at momo.
“i saved your night and that’s what you’re thinking about?” momo complains, walking away from sana. as she was already in the kitchen, it wouldn’t hurt to grab a snack to eat while watching her movie. “so ungrateful.”
it was time for jihyo to give up and leave. sana wouldn’t have her date and jihyo wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so there was no point in staying, waiting for nothing to happen.
no tears were left inside of her to keep crying, so jihyo spent a couple of minutes drying her face and reapplying her makeup, uncertain of where she’d be heading to now that sana was unavailable. meeting up with her friends was always an option — a way better one than returning to the loneliness of her own apartment.
jihyo checks her appearance through the rearview of her car. she still looked good, but it was evident that she had cried. the tear stains were quickly covered with powder, but her eyes remained puffy, and it would take a while for them to look normal again.
as she considers finding her friends and having a good time that night, jihyo notices someone familiar leaving the building in front of her.
“sana…” jihyo mutters.
it was her. sana, with her phone against her ear, wearing the jacket jihyo had failed to steal before they broke up. sana looked beautiful — she looked beautiful for another person, and she had just lied to her.
jihyo grabs her purse and the car keys, her heart pounding, both hurt and angry, making her way to sana before she got to call a cab or whatever the person she was calling was.
sana wants to evaporate the moment she sees jihyo in front of her. that was new — jihyo had been waiting outside, it seemed. not that it surprised sana that she would do something like that, but it was definitely not something she had expected to happen that particular night.
“i see you’re sick.” it’s the first thing jihyo says.
the tone of her voice is impolite and coated with rage, and sana considers running back inside and making momo fix the situation she had created. but sana didn’t owe jihyo anything, and so, she decides she won’t allow jihyo to really ruin her night.
“why are you here?” sana asks, coming out harsher than she’d ever been with jihyo. unfortunately, her date hadn’t picked up the call, so there was nothing sana could do to avoid speaking to jihyo.
the hostility seems to be enough to make jihyo lose her posture. it had always been easy, to make jihyo lose her bravado and look like nothing but a spoiled little girl who couldn’t bear to not have what she wanted. that’s how sana saw her, jihyo knows. sana wasn’t wrong, and jihyo also knew that, but she still wanted sana, even when it made her look like a fool.
“because you’re my girlfriend.” jihyo answers. “you can’t go on dates with others when you already have me.”
“i broke up with you, two months ago.” sana says, with her jaw locked. “if you follow me, i’ll make you regret. i’m so serious, jihyo, you’re…”
“why can’t you take me on a date instead?” jihyo suddenly asks, ignoring sana’s last comment. she didn’t mean that anyway, jihyo was sure. “these girls will never give you what i can give you. you will never love them, sana.”
“and i’ll never love you.” sana sighs, frustrated. “that’s why we broke up. i don’t love you. i never did and never will. i made it clear from the beginning that i wasn’t looking for that.”
jihyo shakes her head. “but you said you liked me, that the feeling was new to you. we were starting to…”
sana phone rings again, interrupting the younger girl in front of her. this time, sana wants to answer the call — because it wasn’t jihyo.
“forget what we had.” sana asks, too cold with her words. “leave me alone.”
when sana walks away, jihyo wants to run to her. her legs don’t move and sana is already entering another street when jihyo lets her words really sink in. they had hurt her more than hearing from sana that she wanted to break up with her, and still jihyo wanted sana.
it doesn’t take longer than another week of jihyo pretending they were still together for sana to decide that she wasn’t going to deal with her anymore.
“it’s worse to let her know i don’t care about her than blocking her.” sana explains to momo, unblocking jihyo on all of her social media accounts. “i have a plan. and you are helping me.”
“me? why?” momo suddenly pays attention to sana. she’d been barely listening to her, too busy cooking lunch for them to hear what sana had to say about her ex.
“because you picked up the phone last week and everything went wrong. you owe me something.” sana states. “so now you’re dealing with her. i’ll tell the doorman she can come any time she wants, but it’s you who’s going to talk to her. i won’t be here when she arrives.”
momo stirs the meat in the pan, considering stealing a piece for a small taste. “how would you know when she’s coming?”
“she always comes when she knows i’m going out. so i’ll leave earlier than i usually do, and because she will have access to the apartment, she’ll come here.” sana says, as if she had thought about it for long enough to have the details planned out. “all you have to do is keep her here for a while, that way she won’t follow me. if we keep doing that, maybe she’ll give up.”
“she didn’t follow you last week, though. maybe she’s starting to accept the breakup.” momo gives in and grabs a piece of meat, sneakily putting it in her mouth before sana can look away from the phone to focus on her.
sana sighs. “that’s only because we had a fight. she was upset, but she’s not anymore. it’s like a loop. she keeps coming back even when i hurt her.”
“so you’ll have a date outside and i’ll have a date inside,” momo jokes, accepting her own fate. “does she like video games?”
sana raises an eyebrow at momo’s mention of her having a ‘date’ with her ex. “i never asked. she doesn’t seem like the type of girl who does.”
momo shrugs. “i’ll find something to do with her.”
jihyo feels like something is wrong the moment her entry in sana’s building isn’t denied. everything seemed odd from the moment sana was no longer blocking her on social media — jihyo should feel happy, because now she gets to see sana’s posts again, but it’s almost as if sana was putting an end to them for good, and jihyo just didn’t know how.
it’s nighttime when she gets there. it’s usually around that time that sana would go out. sana did it every week, unable to stay at home, as if her nights out were the only moments of genuine joy in her week. jihyo never understood that part of sana — her need to party, to meet new people, and her incapability of committing to someone instead of having one night stands.
if the obsession hadn’t corrupted her mind, jihyo would know that sana wasn’t the right person for her. they were nothing alike. what she has always wanted for her life was never what sana wished to have for hers. to have a stable relationship, to get married eventually and have kids when it was the right time.
and it’s not like jihyo wanted to keep getting hurt, but even when sana told her clearly that she’d never love her, something still made jihyo not give up, pulling her towards sana like a magnet — it was both hope that sana would magically realize that she loves her and that they’d be happy once that happened, and something else. something jihyo had yet to figure out.
it’s not sana who answers the door. it’s momo — jihyo remembers her name. sana’s roommate. she couldn’t tell, but momo was sweating, because she’d promised sana to keep jihyo inside for an hour, but now that she’s face to face with her, momo hardly know what to say or what to do with her.
“ji…” momo stops to think, attempting to remember her name once again. sana had said it a couple of times that day, and yet all momo could remember was the ‘ji’. “soo? jisoo?”
“jihyo.” she smiles, sweet. “can i talk to sana?”
it’s when jihyo crosses her arms, with a purse dangling from her elbow and faint pink on her cheeks, that momo notices she’s prettier than she’d expected. momo has seen her before, of course, but never that close, and she was never bothered enough about sana’s girlfriend to pay attention to her. that was sana’s girl, after all. there was no point, back then, to give her any special attention.
but jihyo wasn’t sana’s anymore, so momo was allowed to look at her the way she was unconsciously doing. ogling her from head to toe, licking her lips when she notices how short jihyo’s skirt was, sighing when she stops herself from staring at her any further, or else jihyo would think she was a creep and sana’s plan would go to ashes.
“come in, jihyo.” momo invites.
unaware of the fact that momo had just checked her out, jihyo steps inside, nervous because she believed sana was there.
if momo had any worries about not having what to do with jihyo, they were all gone as soon as jihyo turned around, with her arms still crossed, hands rubbing her own arms as if she was cold, giving momo an even better sight of her cleavage slightly squeezed by her arms.
momo had been the best friend sana could ask for, really. she deserved a treat, and there was an interesting way momo could help both sana and herself simultaneously.
“sana is out, jihyo,” momo announces after closing the door. that way, maybe jihyo wouldn’t find an excuse to leave so quickly. “but would you mind making me some company until she arrives?”
nothing about momo made jihyo want to refuse the request — nothing but her friend, sana, who probably had her hands inside a random girl’s pants by that time. jihyo considers leaving, but she had nothing to do at home. and then she considers staying, which sounded more reasonable to her than leaving after being there for half a minute.
“…it’s because i cook when i’m anxious. and when i’m happy. or sad. i cook a lot. but sana doesn’t eat at home often and i can’t eat it all by myself, so i give everything i make to the neighbors…”
jihyo listens attentively as momo shares a story with her, on her third glass of wine, seemingly forgetting about the fact that she would have to drive later. jihyo didn’t want to stay for too long, at first. she had stayed because she was far too polite not to, but she ends up having dinner with momo, and then she finds herself watching a movie and drinking with her, as if they were on a date.
“…but the granny from an apartment downstairs has a very jealous husband,” momo pouts as she speaks, making jihyo laugh, already imagining what was about to come. “he thought i was flirting with her because i kept giving them the desserts i made, but i only gave those to them because she is nice! he was so loud telling me to have respect for the elders that i think the entire floor heard him.” she whines. “that cheesecake was delicious! it was his loss, honestly.”
without even realizing, jihyo had forgotten about sana. momo did that effortlessly, being funny and flirty, giving her something sana had never given her. a proper date — even though jihyo didn’t see whatever that was as a date. they were only strangers who shared one thing in common.
sana. jihyo was there for sana, until she was there for momo’s stories, the relaxed voiced that came out hoarsely after a couple drinks, and the bold hand subtly touching her knee, without a mere announcement or request — momo was touching her, palming her warm skin that was bare from wearing a skirt, as if they weren’t just acquaintances.
“i can understand why he would think you were flirting with her,” jihyo laughs softly, leaving the nearly empty glass at the center table. “you are very flirty.”
momo smiles, the movie long forgotten as she sits facing jihyo. her hand never moves away. “you think so?”
jihyo nods slowly, cheeks flushed due to the alcohol. “are you flirting with me now?”
momo had noticed from the moment she saw her — jihyo’s eyes were big. they were the prettiest she had ever seen, sparkling brighter the more she laughed. at the back of momo’s head, where there weren’t any thoughts about moving her hand higher, she wondered how sana didn’t fall for jihyo, even after dating her for months. it had only been an hour and momo felt like she had. or perhaps she was blinded by a filthy need located everywhere but in her head, unable to think straight.
“maybe.” momo replies. “would you like that?”
jihyo watches, feels, as the hand moves, going under her skirt. “i…”
“i love this!”
it’s amusing — momo has a subtle smile on her lips, wondering if they would receive any complaints about the noise.
jihyo was loud. maybe that was only a consequence of the lack of sana, but momo was hardly doing anything and jihyo was on the edge once again.
before momo had her like that, impaled on her cock, riding her with sheer enthusiasm, loudly whining and making sure to vocalize how good momo was for her, how good she felt inside, how she’d never taken anyone bigger, taking the girl to her room had been difficult. jihyo kissed like she’d never been kissed before, hungry and messy, as if she had no coordination at all, and now she rode her just the same.
momo coos, wanting to ask jihyo if that was what she really needed — if taking her cock was all she needed to forget her obsession with sana, wondering what jihyo’s answer would’ve been then, when almost all of her length was inside of the smaller girl who stubbornly attempted to take more cock than she could.
“b… big, momo,” jihyo mutters, reciting the only things she could possibly think about, her ex’s best friend and the way she stretched her up. “a-again, i’m… i-i’m… momo!”
labored breaths, tiny shrieks of pleasure and a sweet voice chanting momo’s name fills the room again. at that point, momo doubted that the neighbors would have the compassion not to complain about the noise, but caring about it the last thing momo thinks about, especially when jihyo was making herself come yet another time on her cock, still riding her hard as if refusing to cease to a stop.
“won’t you give yourself a rest, pretty girl?” momo asks. the noise that comes out of jihyo’s mouth as an answer doesn’t quite meet momo’s ears before jihyo is crashing into her, desperately finding her lips, and then momo’s tongue is playing with jihyo’s, as if guiding her into a brief change of pace, slowing down to be able to kiss jihyo properly.
jihyo pulls away. her hair, that had once been neat and perfectly styled into waves, is now messy, contributing to her disheveled appearance. she’s the prettiest girl momo had ever seen, truly, and momo almost blows her load when she remembers she was still inside of her. and jihyo was impossibly tight, gripping her length like she had never taken a cock before, rolling hips slowly as she recovered from reaching her peak, about to keep riding.
momo can’t think of anyone that had been that excited to ride her — she has had a good amount of girls, not as much as sana, but enough to know that jihyo was something else. being a good friend really paid off, momo concludes, if that was what she got from giving sana a hand. momo brings her hands to jihyo’s bare tits, squeezing the abundant flesh and sighing, muttering a ‘thank you, sana’ only in her head.
“you’re just too needy, aren’t you?” momo’s eyes travel down jihyo’s body, sighing when she finds jihyo’s heels still on her feet. they had been way too busy with each other’s lips before to notice jihyo had forgotten to take them off. a hand slips lower and a thumb stops lazily over jihyo’s clit, rubbing it with no effort, just so to make jihyo tremble on top of her. “get on your fours, pretty.”
it’s only when jihyo presents herself on her hands and knees that momo understands how blessed she had really been. jihyo is quickly filled again, letting a small gasp escape from her lips as she received momo again.
“s-so full…” jihyo whines mindlessly, face buried against momo’s pillow.
“that’s all you needed, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” momo taunts, in a way jihyo wouldn’t understand — mocks her for going after sana when all she needed was that. a big dick filling her up. and jihyo nods, being good, despite only being interested on the way momo held her hips and thrusted into her deliciously deep, making her see stars with how hard she closed her eyes.
if momo had been idle before, letting jihyo have fun bouncing on her lap and making herself come, she’s nothing like that when she has jihyo on her fours. she’s rude, holding her hips with little to no care, bending jihyo against the bed so that her face was kept against the pillow, ass still up for her.
that kind of treatment cleans jihyo’s mind completely, reducing her to nothing but the pleasure between her thighs. momo gives her everything she didn’t know she needed, making her helpless underneath her, clawing at the sheets and moaning prettily. she truly relishes in the way jihyo’s noises overlapped the constant squeaking of the bed, laughing softly when jihyo started to cover her own mouth, apparently noticing she was being too loud.
carelessly, momo gets so utterly entertained with the plaything she had gotten for the night, that the idea of using protection doesn’t cross her mind. not even when she’s coming inside jihyo, over and over again, does momo think about further consequences. it would be worth it, though — momo knows, enjoying every second of being inside sana’s ex and coming undone inside of her.
momo is still sleeping when jihyo leaves.
she’s incredibly sore, a result of momo’s rough handling, and her head aches as she begins to remember everything she’d done with her. the pain makes sense, considering that momo had spent a good amount of time forcing her face down on her cock to fuck her mouth and pulling her hair as if jihyo giving herself for her wasn’t enough — momo had to take.
and momo did, so hard that jihyo whimpered putting on her clothes, or some of them, because she couldn’t find her bra. jihyo steals a leather jacket momo had somewhere on a busy corner of her room, needing to cover herself and her shame with something, anything, cheeks red when she glances at momo one more time before she has to go.
jihyo was so busy focusing on walking properly despite the pain on her thighs that she doesn’t notice she’s walking into sana.
the bump startles her — sana is at the living room, not giving any access to an exit, with her arms crossed, shocked to find jihyo there.
what was worse was that jihyo looked like she’d just been attacked, from how messy she looked. with fresh hickeys adorning her neck, a hair that desperately needed to be brushed back into place and the jacket covering the wrinkled clothes, jihyo was nothing like her usual neat self.
“you… what are you…” sana fails to form a sentence.
“i-i… g-good morning! i n-need to go,” jihyo’s eyes never meet hers. she looks down to the ground, but sana can still see how flushed she is.
jihyo all but runs away from sana, and it’s the first time in months that sana being in front of her doesn’t make her heart race. jihyo’s heart still beats fast, but it’s because she’s shy, ashamed and still thinking about her night momo, not because sana was next to her.
while jihyo does her best to go home in safety, wanting to evaporate after seeing sana, sana keeps still right where she was. for minutes, long minutes of heavy breathing and thinking, she tries to understand what had just happened. sana tries hard to keep her cool, but she ends up storming into momo’s room and waking her up with a pillow being thrown on her face.
“eh?!” momo sits up confusedly. much to sana’s relief, she was wearing clothes.
“you fucked her.” sana accuses, harsh with her voice. “i told you to keep her distracted, not to fuck her!”
momo yawns, understanding what was going on. “why is that such a big deal?” she asks.
“she’s my ex, momo. my ex!” sana gets the pillow again, hitting momo with it a second time.
“but i was gentle!” momo lies, attempting to dodge the pillow — and failing.
sana seems to get angrier when momo mentions being gentle, screaming as loud as jihyo had done all night long as she cursed momo, except that now the neighbors witnessed sheer anger instead of pleasure.
“oooh, at least she’s cute.” nayeon teases as jihyo scrolled through momo’s photos on social media. “will you check the test now, mommy?”
jihyo bites her lips, still staring at her screen, hands trembling the more she saw of momo’s face. “it’s not funny, unnie.”
“but it is!” nayeon laughs, bumping her hand into jihyo’s shoulder playfully. “come on, this is hilarious. you’re having a baby with hirai momo. that’s literally the dumbest jock you could’ve ever picked. but she might be hottest too, so i’ll let that slide. the baby will be smart if they’re like you.”
“we don’t know that yet!” jihyo whines, considering to see the results of the pregnancy test, but she was far too afraid of what she would find. “and she’s not dumb. never say that again.”
nayeon coos. “already defending her like a girlfriend, i see.”
jihyo ignores nayeon, nervously grabbing the test away from the center table, holding it with her shaky hands. “i’ll do it now.”
a couple of weeks after sleeping with momo, jihyo had woken up on the verge of throwing up, nauseated despite keeping a balanced diet. there was nothing that could have gotten her sick, really. so when the days passed and jihyo kept throwing up, sometimes the moment she woke up, other times due to certain scents, jihyo became sure that something was not right — and maybe she’d even contributed to that, purposefully not taking a pill or asking momo to use a condom.
“i still can’t believe you let her come inside.” nayeon makes a comment, still trying to push jihyo’s buttons. it was for jihyo’s own good, really, as keeping her angry was better than letting her get anxious or even sad.
jihyo hardly hears what nayeon says. “unnie… it’s positive.”
the doorbell isn’t heard by momo, who’s busy trying to make boo, her puppy, keep ribbons on his head, quietly mumbling something about him going to her feed. sana opens the door mindlessly, not even checking who the person was, as some of the neighbors showed up there from time to time in order to give them (mostly momo) food and sweets, so that was what she was expecting to find.
unfortunately, it was jihyo, her worst nightmare, standing in front of her.
“not again…” sana sighs, ready to throw a speech about how she wasn’t jihyo’s girlfriend anymore and that jihyo shouldn’t go after her like a crazy stalker. “jihyo, you-”
“is momo home?” jihyo asks, rather shyly, almost unable to look at sana in the eye. she was still ashamed about the ‘walk of shame’ she’d done in front of sana out of all people, still reminiscing the moment.
just as jihyo makes her question, momo appears behind sana, curious to know who sana was speaking to, happy when she sees jihyo by the door.
“hyo!” momo exclaims sweetly, pushing sana away to see jihyo. that way, sana was left behind and momo was able to greet her properly, with a kiss on the cheek.
“hi… momo,” jihyo laughs awkwardly, suddenly not good with words anymore. sana was still there, jihyo knew, but she didn’t know how to announce a pregnancy, and the waiting had gotten her impatient. she had to say it already, tell momo what she had done. “i’m pregnant.”
at first, there’s silence.
jihyo looks at them — momo first, and then she acknowledges that sana was still there, getting even more flushed, realizing that she had just told sana that her roommate had gotten her pregnant.
“what?!” sana is the first one to break the silence.
“that’s awesome!” momo’s voice follows sana’s.
it’s clear that sana knows what was going on, but momo seemed to be thinking that maybe the baby was someone else’s. perhaps jihyo was only there to tell that to sana because sana was her ex, therefore her knowing about it made a lot of sense — it’s what momo believes at first, even going in for a hug with jihyo, as if she was congratulating her.
“momo…” jihyo calls, making momo pull away from her. “it’s yours. we didn’t… uh… we…” jihyo clears her throat. “the baby is yours.”
momo thinks she might faint. “cool. cool!”
“cool?!” sana tightens her fists, incredibly upset, because not only did momo get her ex pregnant, but that was how she reacted.
“are you okay?” jihyo palms momo’s face, worried as momo had gotten suddenly pale.
jihyo’s soft voice is the last thing momo hears before she faints — even before sana can make her, and she really wanted to. cool, momo thinks one last time before everything is black.
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(Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader)
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(Author's note:
Hi everyone! Thank you for patiently waiting for me! I'm done with writing my exams now, so I will be able to write more again until Juli. Since I like history a lot, the beginning got a bit longer than originally planned, but I hope you will be able to enjoy it nonetheless. I tried to make everything as historically accurate as possible, but please don't expect everything to be true.
Stay healthy! I will do my best to upload the next piece as soon as possible!)
Every muscle feels like it's burning. Your legs and arms feel heavy. Your feet barely lift off the uneven ground with every step you take.
Dried blood stains your face. Your armour doesn't look much better. The shield you are holding, has a big dent in it. The javelin in your right hand feels like it's made out of steel. The chainmail on your chest weighs heavier than usual.
"Marius!"
Your second in command shouts at you from the back.
"The women need a break!"
You sigh in annoyance. It's bad enough that you almost got your whole century killed. Now you have to delay your reunion with the rest of the legion because of those Gaul captives.
"We will take a short break."
You announce to your eighty legionaries and the twenty rebels you captured.
Spotting a small stream near by, you walk closer, while most of the soldiers sit on the ground, some are standing guard.
Taking off your helmet, you start to wash your face. The dried blood sticks to your skin. After some effort, you are just a little bit cleaner.
Another sigh leaves your lips as you kneel in place. In front of the small stream, your century in the back, looking into the deep forest.
You have lived a hard life. You were not born a Roman. Not born a free man. But you took your life into your own hands, instead of hoping for the mercy of the gods. Because gods don't have mercy. Only you can change your own destiny.
"Let's keep marching. We are almost there."
You go back to the front of the century, your men following your orders. Most of the Gaul rebels you captured are women and children. Their husbands and fathers killed by your swords and javelins.
Orders are orders. To kill or to be killed. These are the only two principles you live by. At least most of the time.
"Have you heard yet?"
Quintus asks from behind you, catching your attention. You silently wave for him to walk next to you. It's not necessarily the gossip you're interested in, but you did learn that it's important to know what is going on inside your century and the legion itself.
"Aelius fucked up some of his soldiers."
You raise your eyebrow while you keep walking. Nothing new there. Aelius is a spoiled son of a whore. He only became centurion in the tenth, because of his family's status. And he is usually unnecessarily brutal with his century.
"Reason?"
"They ate some of the extra rations we all got a week ago. Aelius said that they are meant for centurions only. Not for legionaries."
You have to stop yourself from spitting onto the muddy path you are walking on.
Aelius paints the perfect picture of the Roman nobility. Rich assholes. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Did he kill someone again?"
Quintus shakes his head.
"But I heard that the premus pilus had a talk with him."
You let out a dry chuckle.
"All the centurions of the first cohort are the same. Do you really think he got in trouble?"
"No. But I thought you would be interested. It's not like you have very good connections with-"
"Shut it, fool."
It's not really a secret in the tenth legion that you and Aelius are bitter rivals. The two of you are the completely opposite of one another. A rich brat, who is the centurion of the third century in the first cohort. And you. The former slave, who climbed the ranks to be the centurion of the first century in the second cohort.
There aren't many ranks that separate the two of you. But making the jump into the first cohort as a former slave is nearly impossible.
Your century walks in almost complete silence for the next couple of hours. Despite being one of the most feared soldiers in the legion, you can't help but be cautious. In case there are more rebels lurking in the shadows of the large trees.
"Marius!"
The scout you send out to check the path ahead is jogging in your direction.
"We take another short break."
A light murmur of gratitude echoes through the ranks.
You wait for the young man, barely older than a boy, to reach the spot where you are standing.
"Someone seems to be traveling towards the camp. Our paths are going to cross, once we reach the small clearing ahead."
"Do you know who it is?"
"It looked like a person from the nobility. There was a carriage. And a couple of men with spears. Probably guards."
"We can't be too cautious. Titus!"
You shout for your second in command to walk to the front.
"Take your contubernia and make fast pace. I want to make sure that everything is going according to regulations."
"Yes, Marius."
The rest of the century starts marching at normal pace again, while the eight men rush ahead. The scout leading them towards the small crossroads.
"You know what's going on?"
You shake your head at Quintus' question.
"Might be a politician from Rome. Or a nobleman's wife."
"You know that that's against the law."
Of course everyone knows. It's illegal for a legionary to be married. And yet, some centurions always think that they are above the rest of the legion, when it comes to this kind of rules.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
An angry shout echoes around the forest, just as you and your men reach the small clearing.
The scout was right. A carriage, pulled by two grays, accompanied by a handful of men, armed with spears, and some servants.
An older woman is standing in front of the carriage's door, screaming at the poor Titus. Glancing over his shoulder, your optio rolls his eyes.
"Woman. Don't scream at a Roman legionary."
You make your presence known as you keep walking towards the middle of the clearing.
The servant, probably around forty to fifty years of age, looks at you with anger in her eyes.
"Do you even know, whom you are holding up?!"
"No."
You state bluntly, finally standing in front of her. Behind you, you can hear your men take their positions. Not to threaten the travelers, but to guard the area.
"Well, she is one of the most prestigious women in all of Rome."
"And what is a woman like her doing so far away from the city?"
"Visiting her husband."
You click your tongue. As far as you know, none of the centurions in the first cohort have wives. Which means, she must be the woman of a centurion, who ranks lower than you.
A smirk, which you can't suppress, plays around your lips. How are you able to enjoy a higher position than a noble in this republic?
You walk off without another word, leaving Titus in charge. There is no need to bother with this stuff. Some of the Gaul rebels fell a little behind earlier. You have to check on them. In case they are sick or badly injured.
"Her name?"
You hear Titus ask, before the woman let's out an exaggerated gasp.
"Sana Lucii."
You groan in annoyance. By Jupiter. Is this really his wife? Lucius Aelius? Just when you thought, you couldn't hate that man even more.
You despise men, who don't follow the law and rules of the republic and the legion. Of course, sometimes you can define them a little different for your own gains, but this is just breaking them.
Trying to stay calm, your fingers tap the pommel of your gladius. You don't hear a response from Titus. He must know which Lucius the old woman ment.
"Marius?"
He finally makes you turn around.
You walk back up towards the carriage, just as the door opens.
"By Bellona! What is taking so long!"
You have to say, you are amused by the woman's expression. You didn't expect her to call out for the goddess of war.
"Just doing our duty, lady."
Titus answers politely, although you know how hard it is for him to not lash out. He hates Aelius just as much as the next soldier. Especially, since he is your optio.
You are stunned, once the woman actually shows herself. Her beautiful face is slightly twisted with annoyance. Although, you would be sure that she could look like Venus herself, when she smiles.
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She is wearing a turquoise stola, which also covers her brown hair. The thin material enables you to have a look at her white tunic underneath. Her skin looks flawless and pure. A golden necklace adorns her neck and collarbone. It's probably worth more than a whole year of your salary.
An image of a goddess.
"I hope we can speed up this process. I'm supposed to be by my husband's side."
Lucky bastard.
"Please. Speak respectfully with my legionaries."
Her gaze meets yours. You can feel your heart skipping a beat. Not one woman has looked as pretty as she does. Not one.
"Who are you to lecture me on speaking?"
"Salve."
Your fist meats the blood stained chainmail on your chest.
Maybe, if you behave respectfully, so does she. The army is for her protection after all.
"My name is Marius. And-"
"What's your first name, centurion?"
A cute smile suddenly plays around her lips. Maybe this will get her out of here faster.
"Gaius."
"I see, Gaius. I'm sure you have more important things to do than stop me from traveling further? My husband must be waiting for me."
If she didn't know better, Sana could swear that she caught a glint of hate in your eyes.
"This is protocol. We have to check on everyone, who approaches the camp."
"I'm a noble woman. Can't you make an exception for me?'
You don't fall for her sweet smile. You are on duty. Not even Venus herself could distract you. Well, maybe a little bit.
"Your choice. Here, or at the gate in front of even more legionaries. Like everyone else."
That last part makes her glare at you. You won this round.
Not waiting for a response, you gesture for your men to search the woman's belongings. Your Imperial legate has more than enough enemies in Rome to be cautious of. And you don't want him to end up dead inside his own camp. Even if she is allegedly Aelius' wife.
Quintus nods in your direction after going through her belongings, signaling that everything is alright.
"We will accompany you on your way to the camp. We are on our way back, anyway."
You turn around without looking at Sana again. A signal for your men to get into formation.
It feels like she stares at your back for a second longer, before you hear the door close behind you. You don't like the Roman nobility. At all. There is only one man you are willing to follow.
After two more hours of marching, your century and the noblewoman's entourage finally reach the camp's gate.
"The village, where the senior officers are staying, is right behind the camp. You can't miss it."
The older woman, who screamed at Titus earlier, still looks at you as if she is holding a grudge.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in these wonderful lands, lady."
You raise your voice a little, making sure that Sana can hear you. It drips with sarcasm and you can hear Quintus chuckle behind you.
"Vale."
With a dismissive wave of your hand, you walk past the old servant. Her shock at your rudeness visible on her face.
Already making your way past the guards, you can't hear Sana's scoff.
Who are you to talk to her like that? If she is gonna tell her husband about this, you are going to be in trouble for sure.
Sana will never be able to get used to this. She was able to decide that, immediately after she stepped out of her carriage. It took her only a couple of steps to enter the small house her husband is living in right now. But that was enough for her already.
Nothing here looks like Rome. Even the legionaries look out of place. And their shouts and the sounds of shields and stuff isn't what she hears when she is home. Sana is already missing the comfortable house with the atrium. She likes to bathe in the sun throughout the day, while sipping on a really good wine.
"You're late."
Lucius doesn't even look up from his small table as he hears his wife coming in.
"That's how you great me after a year?"
"You know how I value punctuality."
"Out of my hands. Some centurion insisted on searching my luggage. He was really rude."
Now Lucius is looking at her. Sana knows that he can't stand someone disrespecting him. And when she gets disrespected, it goes deeper. He is affected as well.
"Who?"
She can see his eyes becoming a little darker. He bites his lip, maybe trying to prevent himself from shouting.
"His name is Garius Marius. I think?"
"That son of a whore. How does a slave dare to stop you?"
Now, Sana feels shame run down her spine. If she knew that he was born a slave, she would've hit him for talking to her like that. No matter his rank, he is and will always be beneath her. Once a slave, always a slave.
"I swear to Jupiter. One day in battle, I will..."
Lucius takes a deep breath, before focusing back on his wife.
"We are eating dinner with the Imperial legate, the leader of these legions tomorrow, and the senior generals. I expect you to impress them."
"I'd be happy to, love."
Sana almost spits out that last word, but Lucius doesn't seem to notice. He sits back down, opening an envelope. She can see how his eyebrows are still furrowed. He won't let this incident pass without consequences.
Sana eventually leaves the house to explore the small town and it's market. Despite being married to Lucius, she can't stay around him for too long. She is only his wife, because of his money and connections. As soon as she can find someone better...
Sana feels a little dizzy as she steps out of the big house. Lucius told her to be on her best behavior. But that idiot was behaving the worst throughout the dinner.
She hated how calm and reserved the other centurion was, the man who stopped her. He was the lowest ranking soldier and yet, everyone listened to his advice and thoughts about future and past battles. And how is he on a first name basis with the imperial legate? And why is Lucius too incapable to enjoy the same treatment? How can he do worse than a slave?
Sana holds onto the wall, standing right next to the entrance. Suddenly, two men walk out the door. They don't see her because it's dark. She tries to find out who they are. The first one is a little taller, while the second has broader shoulders and looks more muscular.
"We can't do this forever, Gaius. We need a plan to wipe him out. I expect you to help me with that."
"Of course, Gaius."
Sana almost groans in annoyance. Of course it's that Gaius Marius. And the other one is the Imperial legate. Gaius Julius Caesar.
"Rome is an empire. We will defeat Vercingetorix sooner rather than later. His supporters will crumble soon."
"You did a good job today, centurion. You've proven once again, why you rightfully carry the name I gave you. Gaius Marius Antonius."
Sana assumes they are talking about some barbarian leader. But Caesar gave him that cognomen? She can't help but wonder what he must've done to be called "priceless".
"You know the political situation in Rome. The more time I waste conquering Gaul, the more powerful my enemies become."
"I swear to Mars. I will cut down anyone who tries to oppose you, Gaius."
She sees Caesar put a hand on the centurion's shoulder.
"It's only a matter of time, until you will be one of the Tribuni angusticlavii, leading the tenth legion into battle. And I will make sure, you will eventually become a rich senator."
Sana has heard enough. It's so disgusting to her. A slave becoming a senator. She is working so hard to become the most powerful woman in Rome. And with that in the whole empire. How can that lowlife become something better than she herself? Sana either needs to push Lucius further up the ranks, or she needs to find someone, who can match Marius' new found status.
Sana groans in relief, when she can finally leave the small village. It's not like someone forbid her to leave, but there just wasn't something to do in and outside the village. What was she gonna do in a forest? A very dangerous one at that?
But now, she heard of a big market place around two hours away. Sana is still looking to buy some oils and pottery. She could do that in Rome of course, but she is hoping to find them cheaper in their land of origin.
Looking out of her carriage, Sana leaves behind the village and the big camp right next to it. The constant noise made her head spin. Not that Rome isn't loud, but this is something else.
After about an hour, Sana hears a troop of men marching in front of her. She became familiar with that sound after a few days. She doesn't look outside, despite being curious. Why would a century be here? The battles would take place in the opposite direction. Right?
Sana hears how the carriage passes the back of the century. The heavy steps of the legionaries kick up some dust. Her old servant looks outside, curious herself.
"It's him again."
The older woman grimaces, before letting the curtain drop back into place.
"Who?"
"The man who stopped us a couple of days ago."
Sana's attention is now on the men outside. She remembers the conversation you had with Caesar.
"Really?"
She pretends to be cold, not wanting to get caught. After having seen you around a couple of times, the young noble woman is unsure on how to feel about you.
Yes, you are a former slave. A peasant. But you are also a great centurion. A trusted man to Julius Caesar.
Despite being not the highest ranking officer, Sana did notice how the other men look at you. She catches an occasional whisper of your brave actions in battle. She sees the men greet you with almost too much respect. Even the other centurions seem to want to be on your good side.
Maybe that's what Sana has to do too. In order to further climb up the ladder. It is risky. And it's still a long time in the future. But if Caesar can really make his ambitions reality, you will be one of the first people who benefit from it. And if Sana plays her cards well, she can benefit too.
For a moment, she wonders what a man like you would need. Something she could have to bargain with. Money? You probably earn quite a lot already. Especially compared to your earlier environment. Land? You will get that too, if you stay long enough in the army. A wife? You are a soldier. You are not allowed to be married.
As Sana is still pondering on what to do to convince you to help her gain more power, she gets closer towards the front of the century.
And it's not like she doesn't have influence. She could maybe even get you a promotion into the first cohort. Of course without her husband finding out.
Sana draws back the curtain a little with only one finger. Just a few meters ahead, she can see you walking.
Your helmet is decorated by a big crest of red horse hair. The back of the helmet and the rest of your armor shimmer in the light of the sun. She remembers your first encounter. Your armor was full with blood, indicating that you were more than able to fight a battle.
You turn around as you hear horses behind you. It wouldn't have been a surprise. One of the auxilia officers could be taking his men out to train.
Surprised at the sight of the carriage, you catch a glimpse of the passenger. Her eyes meet yours, a big golden ring decorates the finger that holds back the curtain. You could swear you see a small hint of a smile play around her lips.
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"Salve."
You great her by hitting your armored chest with your fist. Not because you like her, but out of politeness.
"Salve, centurion."
Her passive aggressive mentioning of your rank indicates that she is still not over that incident a couple of days ago.
"Are you visiting the market?"
"I am. I suppose you are not here to buy pottery?"
A mocking smile replaces the earlier one.
"It may sound unbelievable, but I'm not."
A cute chuckle escapes her mouth.
"Well, I hope you enjoy this beautiful day."
Is she still mocking you, because you are on duty? You are not sure, but you can see her lazily wave goodbye as the carriage drives past you.
"Don't get too close to her. She is only gonna be trouble."
You look at Quintus.
"I'm merely being polite. I don't need trouble with angry nobles. At least not now."
"By Jupiter. One might think you've become a responsible, grown man now."
"Fuck off."
You raise your hand, but Quintus ducks away, avoiding a potential slap.
Only listening with one ear to the conversation next to you, you scan the market for the young noble woman. Despite her attitude and the fact that she is married, you can't help but glance at her occasionally. Plus, the market isn't as safe as it might seem. Cunning merchants, thiefs and rebels might roam the place, ready to strike at any moment. And being a beautiful Roman woman makes her one of the most desirable targets right now.
"Listen, Roman! I barely sell anything! How do you expect me to pay your unreasonable taxes?!"
"Shut it."
You turn back to the stall holder. Titus' and his conversation got heated.
"We are not hear to argue. We are here to collect taxes."
The man grits his teeth.
"I'm telling you! I don't have anything to give away!"
The other people around you look at the scene, before walking past. Only you and a couple of legionaries are here. The rest of your century is patrolling another village nearby and the rest of the market, making sure you are not getting ambushed.
"Don't scream at me, old man. Pay up."
"I don't have a fucking coin!"
You know he is lying. You saw someone buy his fabric from a far as you entered the marketplace. And, judging by the money bag he held earlier, it wasn't cheap at all.
"We can do this the easy way, or the heard way."
You take a step forward, towering above him.
"But the hard way won't end well for you."
"I already told you, I-"
You let your head fall back in annoyance. Collecting taxes is a necessity. Not something to be proud of. It's not as honorable as fighting in battle.
"Do you really want to go this far?"
You look down at him again, your hand now resting on the pommel of your gladius.
He caught the movement of your hand, worry creeping onto his features.
"What is it gonna be? Your life? Or coin?"
The old man is not stupid. And a couple of moments later, you walk away from his stall. The tinkle behind you indicates, that Titus is adding the silver denarii into the bag with the rest of the already collected money.
"Are you trying to rob me, old man? You are a con artist!"
Women screaming at a merchant are as common as clouds under the sky, so you don't pay much attention to it as you hear someone scream.
"How can you demand so much for this lousy work?"
You keep walking, although you kinda feel, like you heard this voice before. It sounds oddly familiar.
"By Bellona! I'm going to have you beaten for your rudeness!"
And there it is. With an annoyed groan, you immediately recognize, who is disturbing the rather peaceful market.
If she was a common local woman, you would've kept walking. The Galli could solve their own disputes.
But Sana is, as unfortunate as it is, not a local. She is a Roman woman. A member of the elite even.
You take a deep breath, before walking towards her screams. You can already guess whom she is screaming at.
"Keep going."
You tell Titus over your shoulder, as you approach her from behind. Her servant must have stayed with the carriage, because Sana is standing in front of the stall of the potter all alone.
Before the young woman can scream another word, you grab her arm.
"What-"
You spin her around and walk away, pulling her with you.
"What do you think you are doing?!"
"Silence."
You didn't say it in a loud voice, but your tone makes her go silent.
After a couple of meters, you stop, turning around to look at her.
"You're welcome."
"Excuse you?"
Her hands now rest on her hips. You can't help but catch how slender her waist seems to be.
"I just saved you from embarrassing yourself even further. You owe me."
You turn away, ready to reunite with Titus and your men.
"What the-"
It's now Sana's turn to grab your arm, stopping you from leaving.
"I don't owe you shit."
"Really?"
You turn to look at her again.
"Your temper is as bad as your observation skills. Minerva would strike you down for your utter incompetence."
You said the words, before you thought about them. You are aggravated. Because of the merchant earlier, because of her causing a scene, because of Lucius (as always) and because of her being his wife. Alright, maybe that last one was a little jealousy.
"How dare you? You are some rude-"
You stop her from saying another word by grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around.
"Look. Look and tell me what you see."
"What are you talking about?"
You see her frowning. An act that makes her beautiful face a little less flawless.
"Tell me what's going on."
You realize you are using the same tone as with the men during training. Harsh, straight forward, a little condescending. But not rude. Just factual.
"The merchant is still selling his stupidly expensive pottery."
You don't answer, waiting for more.
Sana, visibly annoyed, struggles against your grip for a moment, before giving in. You are a seasoned legionnaire. There is no way she is gonna get out of your hold on her.
"There are a couple of women and men who browse his items."
"Keep going."
"Someone is buying a bowl and an amphora."
"What is the woman on the right doing?"
"She is paying for her stuff. What-"
"Can you see how much she is paying?"
"Way too much for a stupid-"
"Do you see any of the locals complaining?"
Sana hesitantly shakes her head.
"Do you know the reason?"
"Because they are stupid. In Rome it's cheap-"
"We aren't in Rome, woman. This is Gaul."
You stand behind her, both of you silent for a couple of moments. You give her time to think about the possible reason. Although she is probably just complaining about you to the gods in silence.
"They all pay the price he demands, because he and his work are respected here."
"But they look-"
"Yeah. Some of his pieces aren't pretty."
You admit that.
"But he is an old man. His hands aren't as good as they used to be. He is obviously regarded with a decent amount of respect."
You gesture for Sana to look around the market.
"Most of the people here bargain over every single item. Food, cloth, tools and even pottery."
You turn her back towards the old man's stall.
"But not there. They respect him too much to try to get a better price. His work might not be the very best anymore, but his skill is known by everyone here."
Sana groans in annoyance and anger as she sees you coming out of the biggest tent of the camp. A week has gone by, since you treated her like a child at the market. Her blood still boils, whenever she sees you from a far.
She decided against telling her husband, not wanting to cause unnecessary friction. And if you have the favor of Caesar, it might be a bad idea to egg on her husband.
And Sana is still debating on your ability to help her seize more power. She is ready to do anything to get to the top. Even if it means working together with someone as low born as you.
Sana stops in her tracks as she sees her husband walk towards you.
"Aelius."
You don't greet him like any other lower ranking centurion would. The young woman can feel the tension between the two men, despite standing barely in earshot.
"Marius."
His face shows a disapproving twitch.
"It seems like we are catching up to Vercingetorix. I hope you don't make any mistakes in battle. I would hate to lose a lower ranking officer."
You click your tongue, taking a step forward.
With the two of you standing right in front of each other, Sana realizes that you are bigger than her husband. Not just in statue, but also in the way you carry yourself. With slightly less arrogance and more discipline.
"Don't worry about me, Aelius. As you know, I always make sure my men are taken care off."
Sana feels a shiver run down her spine. She heard more than enough stories about the battles of the tenth legion since she joined her husband. The amount of times that you were mentioned in one of them was noticeably high.
The young woman heard of a battle two summers ago. You weren't a centurion at the time. Merely a soldier of the second cohort. But in battle, your centurion chose to let his men die, while he stayed behind, watching his century getting slaughtered. After half of the eighty men were dead, you walked straight towards the cowardly centurion. A nobleman, which the storyteller didn't fail to mention with a hint of disgust. Your gladius seperated his head from his shoulders in one swift motion and you took command of the second century until the end of the battle. Caesar honored your bravery and agreed with your actions. Instead of getting executed, you got promoted.
"Are you implying I'm not leading my men well?"
Sana hears you chuckle.
"News travel fast among the younger men, Aelius."
"Maybe you should discipline your soldiers like I do. Your century is a disgrace to the tenth legion."
"Nugas garris. You are pathetic."
You walk off, leaving him behind.
Sana almost expects her husband to draw his gladius. How can you call him a disgrace? And idiot? He is higher ranking than you and he is a member of the elite.
But Aelius just watches you leave, before entering the tent you just came out of.
That short interaction reminds Sana of the power you actually hold. You might not be the highest officer, but almost the whole legion treats you as such. If it wasn't for your low birth, you might have been able to be the centurion of the first century of the first cohort.
Sana's decision is slowly forming in her mind. A plan to gain more power than she has right now. Siding with you might be risky. But the rewards could be great.
Sana glances at you from across the room as you stare at Caesar, who is currently talking. She is still not quite sure what she can offer you to make you join her side. But when the leader of the legion mentions the nobility in his speech, she sees your expression change for just a second. It is obvious that you hate all the wealthy and arrogant men and women. Maybe Sana can offer you something to get back at them. Or at least get back at Aelius.
"And that's why the tenth legion outshines any other. Your bravery and honor are praised throughout the whole empire. Rome is grateful for what you have done. And the gods smile down at the men, who give their lifes to the republic."
Caesar ends his speech. And with that, the long meal is finally over. It is night time already. Only the moon and the stars still shine.
You walk out of the large tent, ready to sleep. It has been a long day and there is no doubt that you will be fighting soon. Caesar's promise to promote you to such a high position still rings in your ears. You can't believe you've come this far.
"Gaius."
Her sweet voice makes you stop in front of your tent. She doesn't sound as angry as she usually does.
"Yes?"
You turn around, standing face to face with Sana.
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"I'm here to ask you for something."
You look at her, waiting for an explanation.
"I heard that you are the bravest and most powerful man in this legion. At least unofficially."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Where is all of this honey suddenly coming from?"
Sana gives you a melodic chuckle. Only now do you realize how close she is standing. Her oils make you breath in the flowery air that surrounds her.
"I want to strike a deal with you."
"What would you want from such a low ranking officer like me?"
Your sarcasm makes it hard for Sana to not lash out. Just because she needs you, doesn't mean that she likes you.
"As far as I've heard, you won't be a low ranking officer for long."
"Is that so?"
You cross your arms in front of your chest.
"Well, it's actually quite simple. You have something I want. And I have something you want."
"I highly doubt that."
You watch Sana turn her head left and right, making sure that no one is around.
"There is a always something a man wants from a woman."
You are surprised at what she is suggesting.
"Judging by the look on your face, I can comfortably say that I'm right."
You shake your head, which seems harder than usual.
"Have you never thought about having your way with me? A noble woman?"
She takes another step closer. Now, Sana's sandals are touching yours.
"A married one at that? I bet you would love to destroy my husband. This could be your first step to success."
You narrow your eyes, still unsure of what to do. You've never been in this kind of situation. Is she making fun of you? Did Aelius put her up to this, setting a trap for you? Or is she genuine?
"What would you get in return?"
"Your power. Your influence. I can't live, knowing that another person might have more power than I do. I need to be at the top of the republic."
"And you think, I can get you there?"
Sana nods.
"With my support? Definitely."
She looks at you, waiting for a response.
You are still torn. She has a nice body, yes. But you're not fond of her attitude. She is a noble woman. And she is married. Getting caught would have serious consequences. For the both of you.
But the chance to use her? A noble woman? Fucking her, while her husband is only sleeping a couple of tents away? More than just tempting.
You look around the camp yourself. No one in sight.
"Get in."
A victorious smile forms on her lips. As she walks past you, she lets her finger glide over your armoured chest.
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You follow her immediately after.
"Now that we have come to an agreement, I-"
You push Sana forward, bending her over the wooden table.
"What-"
You don't give her time to speak. If you're going to do this, you're going to do this quickly.
Hiking up her red stola, you reach underneath her tunic. The smoothness of her legs makes you hard as you reach between them.
"It seems like you are enjoying this more than I expected."
Your fingers graze her lower lips. She is not just a little wet.
"Hey, I didn't give you permission to-"
You shut Sana up by covering her mouth with your other hand.
"I don't need you permission. I'm going to ruin you anyway."
Her gasp is muffled by your hand as you push your first finger inside.
You haven't slept with a lot of women, the army being mainly responsible for that. Nonetheless, you do know how to pleasure a woman.
Sana's moan escapes between your fingers as your digits slide along her wet walls. Her pussy is already gripping them tightly.
If it weren't for your hand, her head would've sunk onto the table already. But you are holding her in place, which ultimately makes her arch her back.
She tries to say something, but your grip on her mouth makes it impossible for her to speak properly.
You are surprised at how wet Sana is.
"Was your desire for power just an excuse? Do you just want me to fuck you?"
She tries to shake her head. You don't let her.
"Do you get off, knowing that a lower born man is fucking you?"
Sana is unable to respond, when you let go off her face. Her whole upper body is now lying on top of the table. You drop your belt and hike her clothes up a little further.
"Don't get confused. I still don't like you."
Sana's growl doesn't sound very convincing with your fingers inside of her.
"Might be true. But you aren't married to Aelius because of his personality anyways."
Pulling your fingers out of her core makes Sana moan loudly. She blushes in shame. Doubt starting to rise inside of her. Is she really only doing this to team up with you?
"You only seem to care for power."
"So? Only a coward wouldn't want power."
You shut her up by letting your tip graze against her lips. Sana hisses through her teeth, unwilling to moan again.
"I'm just curious about how far you would be willing to go. How dedicated you are to this cause."
"Don't worry. I'm ready to do anything."
"Anything?"
You raise an eyebrow, which Sana can't see.
"Anything."
"That's reassuring."
Your nonchalant tone makes Sana shiver.
Finally, you push inside of her.
"Fuck, woman."
You can't help but marvel at how tight she actually is.
"Fuck me already."
It's a mixture of plea and demand.
With one hand you grab her hair, pushing her cheek against the wooden surface. Your other hand holds her waist.
Another moan escapes Sana's lips as you thrust forward. Before she can react, you pull back and push inside of her again.
After just a couple of seconds, you start to fuck her hard. The table rocks back and forth with every thrust. Her moans escape her lips, whenever you bottom out inside of her.
"Harder!"
Sana holds onto the edge of the table, her knuckles slowly starting to turn white.
Because you keep pushing her upwards with your thrusts, the young woman's feet eventually dangle in the air.
You are now able to fuck her even deeper. Her moans become louder when she feels your cock invading her pussy even further.
At this point, Sana is merely a hole for you to fuck. She doesn't move. Only your thrusts rock her body back and forth. The thin material of her clothes makes Sana's nipples rub against the wooden surface. They've become hard due to her arousal and are now adding to the pleasure she is already feeling.
"So good!"
She moans yet again. You suddenly realize, that this isn't really a save place to be this loud.
"Shut up."
You growl into her ear, trying to quiet her.
But Sana can't help it. She has already lost control over her body. Your cock is parting her walls again and again, making her clench around it tightly.
She is even unable to produce a disappointed whine, when you stop fucking her. You leaver her snug pussy, before getting her off your table.
Turning her around, you push Sana against the wooden post, which is holding up the roof of your tent. Reaching for your belt, you hold her arms up, before tying them together.
Sana is now unable to leave. You pick up her light frame, making her impale herself on your cock.
"By Bellona! Fuck!"
"I told you to stay quiet."
Your faces are barely an inch apart.
Because you push her body against the post, you are able to lift her up with only your left hand. Your right one moves upwards to wrap its fingers around her throat.
"One more word..."
You let the threat of unknown punishment linger in the air for a moment.
But you can't hold yourself back for long. Sana's pussy drips her juices onto your cock, coaxing you into resuming your pounding.
A whimper escapes her mouth, when you start to fuck her again. You can tell she is at least trying to stay quiet this time. While you make her bounce on your cock, you thrust upwards. It makes her eyes roll back, whenever she feels your cock pushing against her guts.
"Venus!"
A louder sigh escapes her mouth yet again. You close your fingers around her throat a little further.
"Behave."
The conflict in Sana's eyes amuses you.
She should be the one in charge. She is the noble one of the two of you after all. But here she is, bound to your post, your hand around her throat as you fuck her as hard as you can.
Sana tries to fight the belt, wanting to tell you that you have to choke her harder. She can't keep quiet when you fuck her like this.
Another moan escapes her lips and you tighten your grip yet again.
"I warned you."
You hiss into her face.
Sana's wide eyes look beautiful. The way she stares at you, begging you to fuck her harder, while she tries her best not to make any noise.
But she fails miserably. A loud sigh echoes through the tent.
Without a word, you reach upwards. The sound of metal on metal cuts through the night as you pull your pugio out of its sheath. You let Sana get a good look at it. Then, you slowly part her lips with its blade.
"If you don't want to hurt your pretty face..."
You don't continue your sentence once more. But Sana is well aware of the risks.
With your dagger in her mouth, Sana has to pull back her lips, while simultaneously biting onto the blade, to make sure it doesn't fall or hurt her.
You see her closing her eyes as you keep fucking her. She is now really quiet, focused on keeping your pugio in place.
"Finally. Your voice so annoying."
Sana blushes in shame, able to see your honesty in your eyes.
"At least you have a nice body. I could fuck you every day."
The young woman almost lets out another moan. She really has to hold herself back. This was the first time someone reduced her to nothing but a wet hole to fuck. She didn't expect it to feel this good.
You suddenly hear footsteps outside. You stop moving, almost making Sana whine in disappointment, but then she hears it too. The two of you hold your breath. Neither of you wanting to get caught.
As the footsteps disappear into the night, you resume your fucking.
You make Sana bounce up and down on your cock. She glides along its full length. Whenever you impale her on it, Sana's eyes shoot wide open. She would scream if it wasn't for the dagger between her teeth.
"I'm gonna cum."
You hiss into her face, unable to hold back longer. Her tight pussy has been working on draining your cock this whole time. It feels perfect, almost too good to pull out. But cuming inside is obviously not an option.
You put Sana back onto her own two feet, taking the knife out of her mouth. Undoing your belt, you free her arms. Sana drops to her knees, opening her mouth. You catch a couple drops of blood on the corners of her mouth, before she wraps her lips around your cock.
Your pugio falls out of your hand and you take a fistful of her beautiful hair. Her eyes look up at you, telling you to finish inside her mouth. Her tongue glides over every inch of your cock it can find, while her lips are tightly sealed around it.
"Sana."
You manage to groan her name, before you unload inside her mouth. You feel dizzy, having to close your eyes for a moment.
When you open them again, you see Sana gulping down your cum.
"How often do we need to do this, so that we have a deal?"
"I think you know the answer."
It's so dark that Sana's face is barely lit by the torch outside. You could swear a small smile plays around her lips though.
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