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vegalocity · 3 years

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Peachtea/TripSun angst idea. Nobody knew Wukong would disappear for 500 years so they're mourning until Xiaotian starts training with him. Tang composes himself to wait a little longer but Wukong just ignores all the signs. Until he gets into an argument with Tang and Tang ends up snapping "Why did you disappear for 500 years?!"

Okay so here’s the thing, I can only get behind the whole ‘The other Pilgrims ALL thought Wukong was dead and are PISSED at him now’ stuff, only, and I mean ONLY if Wukong either thought they all didn’t want to hear from him again anyway, or if he thought they were dead too.

....I mean my only contributions to all those ‘Reunion with Baije and Wujing’ posts were both ‘Wukong thought they were dead too’ so CLEARLY thats my read on the whole thing. I sincerely can’t see him just... NOT telling people he cared that much about that he was gonna bounce for that long to be alone on FFM, so if he knew they were alive he would have told them.

And then you know someone spotted that little shrine with the origami figures in the Special and I was there like:

So like, lets do something we’ll both enjoy here then because all of those reunion fics are almost exclusively centered around the trio, and we oh so rarely see Sanzang (whether he is Tang or not) get involved.

So like first off, assuming LMK is on a sci fi alternate earth instead of being in the future, there’s still a solid nine hundred or so years between the end of the Pilgrimage and the supposed time Wukong disappeared for Monkie Kid timeline (JTTW is set in like the 600s or so if i remember correctly, might be wrong about the exacts tho) so lets assume those nine hundred years were uneventful.

So yeah, idk the hows, the hows don’t matter. What DOES matter is Wukong somehow loses contact with the others and is somehow convinced they were all killed, had his last stand against DBK and then went off travelling for a century to come to terms with his brothers and his precious, darling, beloved Master all perishing due to his inability to protect them.

and meanwhile for the others he was just... GONE. Like he’d vanished off the face of the earth, And the last the three of them ever saw of him was the staff rooted into the mountain that now kept the Bull King below. Just in case maybe the tree of them would periodically head off to Flower Fruit Mountain and check in with the monkeys that could still talk, but after about a century it was clear. If he WAS still alive, he wasn’t coming back. And the idea that he’d purposefully leave all of them behind just for the hope that he WAS still alive would do his memory a disservice.

So when Wukong returns to FFM wouldn’t it be great if he like, JUST missed that last visit? Like DAYS after Sanzang, Baije and Wujing had been there for the final time to hold an impromptu funeral for their dead friend on his homeland and finally accept that he was gone, Wukong returns to the mountain and builds his little shrine for his dead friends... the Monkeys all look at eachother awkwardly and shrug, assuming this will be settled soon enough, surely it’ll be solved before too long.

And then another 400 years of kingly depression naps and the others falling in and out of contact with eachother as they adapt to the ever changing world around them later, Xiaotian snatches the staff from the bull family.

And... Look... It’s been a ROUGH 500 years on Sanzang now called simply Tang. He’d only recently tracked down Baije-now-called-Pigsy in the past... what Ten years? and was only tangentially aware of what Wujing-now-called-Sandy was up to. And... Look... LOOK. It’s ridiculous that he’s still hung up over losing Wukong as much as he is. He’s Well FUCKING aware it’s ridiculous. He should know better, he quite LITERALLY reached immortality through enlightenment. He KNOWS he should know better.

So why-... Why can’t he say his real name without his gut still twisting into knots? He still tells the stories because telling them behind a wall of detachment, pretending he wasn’t there on the action for most of them helps in some small way, but why does he have to always call him ‘the Monkey King’? What a question, he knows why. He gave his heart away when he was still mortal, and so mortal his heart will forever stay. Dead and returned to the stone with the impulsive monkey he’d given it to.

And then It’s not dead. Because he’s not dead. and honestly at first it’s just shock, it’s just reeling with the sheer tidal wave of feelings he had to spend hours meditating just to sort through. The three of them meet up after Xiaotian and Xiaojiao have turned in for the night to discuss what the FUCK just happened, and all three of them come away with different conclusions.

Baije is furious and will refuse to seek out Wukong unless its to tell him off for letting the three of them belive him dead, Wujing is sad and would like to see Wukong again to simply ask why he’d decided to cut the three of them out of his life like that, but doesn’t want to do it alone. And he’s...conflicted.

He wants this to be a joyous discovery. he wants to be so relieved and euphoric at his monkey still being there, having ALWAYS been there, that he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for days on end. But he can’t. It’s all so... messy inside and he’s going to need to keep his distance if he wants to be able to approach Wukong with a level head. This was why attachments such as these were foolish he should have known better all those years ago but it was centuries too late now, and this confliction is what he has to suffer through as the result... wanting to laugh and cry and scream all at once because Wukong is ALIVE, he’d spent SO long in mourning for him, and HOW DARE HE ignore them all and let them assume the worst?!

So he hides behind that Scholar Tang persona while he sorts through his emotions. And it works for the most part.

And then New Years happens.

And... Look, Wukong’s been THROUGH it in the last 500 years. He’s done everything he could to just... GET OVER the loss of his love His Master and His brothers. he went through all the damn stages of grief,

Spent that first decade in denial poking around everywhere he could to see if any of them-ANY of them were in hiding somewhere, spent another three decades wandering the world and starting fights with other cultures divine warriors (and that Aphrodite chick was DEFINITELY hitting on him the entire time, extolling about how rarely she got to use her ‘Aria form’ whatever that meant) to work through his rage without actually getting himself in trouble with his own heavenly court. Spent another twenty years or so looking through as many underworlds as he could find, no matter how many of them really wanted to test just HOW immortal he was (Answer: Too Immortal for any of them) to see if ANYONE had anything he could work with, and always coming up empty. eventually crossed the ocean to the other landmass because he was tired of looking at all of these places and seeing either memories or wasted time looking for bargaining chips, and spent a decade or so deciding he hated Mexico and went back to China. and then spent another thirty years just procrastinating returning home to his mountain.

When he returns to flower fruit mountain its as though he’d never left. His monkeys greet him with excitement but he’s standing on the shores of his home he hasn’t seen in a century and... feels nothing. Like his ability to feel anything for anything beyond the people he’s lost is gone. He makes a little shrine that spends most of its time on a shelf that's difficult to be able to look at full on without craning your neck weirdly and if any of his subjects notice that he takes a bit too much care in folding the little paper figure of the monk as he sets the four figures up along the edge of the little thing none of them judge him over it. He’s rarely got the energy for tears anymore, but when he does it’s usually when that little figure catches his eye.

By the time Xiaotian crashes into his life he’s... getting better. At least he thinks he is. having the loud excitable boy in his life is helping chase the shadows away a little bit (though when they return oh how they scream) and he hears some stories of his friends on training days and... geez sometimes he’ll tell this or that story and Wukong will be so THOUROUGHLY reminded of someone that it just... hurts.

And then New Years happens.

And he finally sees him again -- And he finally meets Xiaotian’s friends

And he still doesn’t know how to feel it’s all SO MUCH -- And they feel familiar so he gives them all a quick glance with golden eyes

And he can only do the one thing that feels safe right now -- And oh... that makes sense. How lucky they all found eachother again after reincarnating.

Sanzang hides behind the Tang persona and lies with an energy that could only be harvested from the sheer maelstrom of emotions fighting for dominance -- and Wukong leaves before he says something incriminating because now he knows and he can’t Un-know.

He should have known better but its centuries too late. And it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t know how to feel about this whole thing he HAS to keep seeing him, he can NOT let him vanish again -- This was a mistake, this was a mistake, he cannot face them all and see lack of recognition, he cannot have his brothers treating him only as Xiaotian’s mentor he can NOT handle looking at him and seeing a stranger.

He needs to at least TALK to him -- He can’t stay away

Wukong doesn’t start out hanging out at the Noodle Shop on down time, that’d be too much too quick, especially since Baije-.. Since Pigsy is clearly still pretty steamed for the whole ‘letting Xiaotian into the world of magic and monsters’ stuff. But he’ll often shapeshift and keep an eye on things like that... No he is NOT eavesdropping on the reincarnations of those three out of the ridiculous desperate desire to feel close to them again. Because he’d rather just love him miss them from afar than be treated as a stranger.

But of course Tang notices when he does. Every time. And every time he wants to say something but his throat feels too tight. That first day he’d fallen on the persona because it was all he felt he COULD do but now the very idea that he’d have to pretend to be someone else just to be able to speak to his monkey not his not anymore Him was completely out of the question. Tang’s actually surprised with himself the first time he finds his voice.

The conversations come quickly, neither of them quite content to ignore the other now that its become obvious. The conversations are mostly stilted, awkward. Wukong seems both unable to help himself from talking to him, but unwilling to LOOK at him. Tang’s best guess is that he somehow doesn’t recognize him, Had he really changed that much in the time they’d been apart? Had he really lost so much affection for his old master that he could no longer recognize him beneath a slight change in appearance? That might be the reason the Hurt finally starts to win in the eternal standoff between Joy and Sorrow in how this whole thing makes him feel.

And maybe it’s something simple, maybe Wukong is just barely starting to lower his guard a bit. Maybe just sharing a space with the man who once was the love of his life his master was finally starting to chalk over the rough edges his long since broken heart would constantly stab into him with. and he just SAYS something. Something probably innocuous, something he’d said a million times on the Journey alone. And to Tang it just... feels like he’s mocking him, like he’d known this whole time and had just been playing with his emotions in a way he wouldn’t have tolerated back then- so why should he tolerate it now?

And the first words out of his own mouth are “Bad Monkey!” and Wukong freezes as Tang begins to lecture him

How he’d spent a solid third of his time immortal in mourning over him, how he’d been the one to tell Baije and Wujing that it would be a disgrace to his memory to believe him alive and instead that he’d chosen to cut the lot of them out of his life, despite how much HE’D wanted to believe it too. How hurt he was to find out that not only he HAD been ignoring them for so long but also that he’d apparently had apparently not even recognized any of them when they HAD all seen each other again! How much he’d missed him, how happy he’d still been to see him again.

Yes, yes, pathetic, emotional baldy always bursting into tears at the simplest of things nothing’s changed etcetera etcetera- He hadn’t been lying on new years when he said he had a million questions, but all he really wanted to know was why? Why did he cut them out of his life, why did he shut HIM out? Why did you disappear for 500 years Wukong?

And Wukong reaches out, his hand is- shaking? and removes the glasses from right off his face--normal glass obviously, Baije had insisted they completed the scholarly look and annoyed him into compliance--

“You’re-” he hesitates, looks, almost afraid? “You’re not a reincarnation..?”

Oh...

Well now they both looked the part of fools.

Two sobbing fools clutching to eachother in the alleyway behind Pigsy’s shop, and oh MAN did they have some things to talk about, because Wukong was DEFINITELY coming back with him to his apartment for the night and then first thing in the morning he was going to visit his brothers to internalize that THEY weren’t reincarnations either and then he was going to have to explain where he’d been for that first century while they were all still looking for him to THEM too.

And yes he should have known better than to get attached to him in this way in the first place, it was disgraceful, the sheer misery it had brought alone was proof enough of that. But Wukong was nuzzling into his shoulder, and pressing those strange feeling monkey kisses across his cheeks and jaw, and his breath was hitching with pure relief and joy and it was for him-

And fuck it, he just didn’t care.

#Peachtea #Tripsun #hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah #Y'all should read 'from here the rain falls' on AO3 #REALLY great fic for this ship #and i haven't seen the Chow movies but i could follow along p. easily so there's that #letters to vega #it seems as though epople are sending me many things for this ship and i say #Keep em coming man we must make the content we wish to see in thsi world #hoo boy did this get LONG though

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sl-shopomania · 3 years

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sasorikigai · 3 years

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Favorite Relationships in Mortal Kombat (2/?) - Kuai Liang / Hanzo Hasashi

Gently, let us steep our love In the silence deep, as thus, Branches arching high above Twine their shadows over us.

Let us blend our souls as one, Hearts’ and senses’ ecstasies, Evergreen, in unison With the pines’ vague lethargies.

Dim your eyes and, heart at rest, Freed from all futile endeavor, Arms crossed on your slumbering breast, Banish vain desire forever.

Let us yield then, you and I, To the waftings, calm and sweet, As their breeze-blown lullaby Sways the gold grass at your feet.

And, when night begins to fall From the black oaks, darkening, In the nightingale’s soft call Our despair will, solemn, sing.

In Muted Tone — Paul Verlaine

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥❄️ || There is symphonic insanity in Sub-Zero’s psyche; swirls of shapes and colors and pictures, sweeping through his brain, accompanied by a cacophony of thoughts and snatches of unsung songs from the past. Scorpion stares; as the stifling fevered warmth of his own breath smolders upon Kuai Liang’s light olive skin, caressing his beloved and sinking him in. Resulting in a subtle condensation, as the cryomancer reciprocates the arcing back and forth, the movement adhered against the deep crevice of Hanzo’s spine, a chilling sensation. Slowly, his lips graze Hanzo’s neck, gently planting, with a simple peck. Again, he hovers so heavily, creating tension; Hanzo’s body tingling with suspension.

Caressing Kuai’s lips so lightly, Hanzo opens his mouth only slightly. With passion, their tongues intertwine, so swiftly, so serpentine. As the vivid music, their shared dialogues of passion, their total devotion to one another as the hook of their heightened affection and infatuation and love weaving the sound and symphony in their nonexistent proximity, as the fluctuating equilibrium of their being settles in blissful rejuvenation; to be claimed and claim another, wearing the multitudinous face of life-mirrored aspects of their nadir and zeniths.

And before them, the tangled strings of their limbs explore the scarred, familiar topography of their bodies, exquisite in their construction, as they both recollect the times holding one another in the paralyzing chokehold of motionlessness and vicious dissection, letting their unfulfilled hunger satiated, but not with sanguine blood and macerated flesh, but with pulsating ichor and convulsing musculature.

Until Kuai Liang takes Hanzo’s head in his hands, as so to be sure the pyromancer would understand. This desire between them is so all-consuming and magnetizing, this love of theirs, still ever looming. They kiss one another ever so deeply, and Hanzo would give himself to the Lin Kuei Grandmaster completely. They are swept away to a place, where there is no time, no space. Only overtaking beauty, bliss that is encompassing and unruly. For their respective souls would dance with one another’s, comprising of elegance so divine. Creating a resonance and vibration, seeing each other in sweet illumination as they touch one another to absorb fingerprints.

For they are the lovers and the beloved. They are one another’s peace and ravaging war in their respective hearts. They are many many things in one, as their feelings pass like clouds, and they make shapes out of their outlines. How the encompassing thermodynamic equilibrium enfolding inside them becomes the building orchestra, as the colors dance together, changing every second. The rapid surging tendrils of Hanzo Hasashi’s embers against the melodious decrescendo of Kuai Liang’s glacier chill merging amidst the firmament of their euphoric aria. Perhaps this was how their proverbial wholeness of their enormous world, stretching the opposite ends of their memory spectrum; threshold of anguished despair and blissful splendor which had been created and solidified - out of five vowels and three consonants.

I love you. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥❄️ ||

#✗ partaking the care of the soul (aesthetic)#✗ obsessive cathartic (headcanon)#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ bone-deep chill of despair (sub-zero)#✗ again and always (scorpion x sub-zero)#hanzo hasashi #kuai liang #(subscorp)

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florencewritez · 4 years

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Euphoric

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WARNINGS: consumption of alcohol, cursing "Mia, babe I genuinely don't know what I'd do without you," I told her as she carefully applied another white dot above my eyebrow to the row she'd already done. Mia only smiled, squeezing my cheeks a little more and telling me to keep my eyes closed or she'd poke them out. Begrudgingly, I did as she asked, tearing my eyes away from the stunning red look she'd given herself earlier. When the Glastonbury Festival started approaching quicker and quicker and me and Mia still had nothing planned, it had been Will who suggested who went as a pair. Angel and devil. Of course, we had to jump on the idea, we'd never pass that photo opportunity. That had been around four weeks ago. Now, it was only around an hour before our group would leave for Glastonbury and I finally felt the festival excitement bubbling in my stomach. Clearly, it bubbled out too, making me squirm a little, as Mia scolded me for moving and again repeated her empty threat of poking my eye. I only giggled. Mia was the least likely person to poke someone's eyes out, let alone mine. She knew it too because when I peeked my eye open, I saw her soft smile, eyes crinkling and making a single star she'd stuck on fall off. By the time we arrived, I was sure they'd all be gone."All done! You can look now."

"Finally." She playfully smacked my arm and handed me a hand mirror. The girl looking back at me felt like a different person. Roségold shimmery eyelids with a small line of white streaking through the glitter. Pretty highlight covering my cheeks and nose, like I'd captured the very essence of a rainbow on my face, complete with two white strokes at the top of my nose. And to top it all off, the white dots above my eyebrow, complete with little jewels in between each dot. Somehow, I actually did feel angelic, more than I had when I'd actually put the wings on that were supposed to be the trademark angel piece. Mia truly had worked wonders. "I can't believe this is really me, you're makeup skills are underrated," she snorted and sat down beside me, tilting the mirror to check her hair, hand tucking a spare curl behind her ear, lips turning up into a smile. "It's payback for styling my hair, don't undersell yourself either y/n." Will's voice echoed down the hall, telling us we were leaving to catch the bus soon and I smiled at the dark-haired girl beside me. I could already feel the music pounding through my veins, the adrenaline pumping through me after the fairground. I'd been attending festivals with Will and our friends since we'd moved to London together, having grown up together as neighbours and decided to pursue YouTube together. Some of my best memories in recent years were spent in a random field usually used for dairy farming, screaming lyrics to a song I didn't know I knew, clinging to someone's wrists as we jumped up and down to the beat. The inevitable headaches were always worth the feel of the moment, not to mention the pictures dotting my wall of the before and after that always made me smile when I woke up. George, Will, Becky, James, Aria, even a few random strangers always greeted me, either pissed out of their mind or suffering a severe hangover. However, whilst Mia's face did make an appearance in several non-festival pictures on my wall, this would be the first time we attended a festival together. She'd only started dating Will a little over a year ago and at the time, she hadn't quite been welcomed to the group enough to join us for festival season. Now though, after nights spent together with our group at clubs or nights out and a lot of sleepovers with just me, her and Aria, it'd be a sin to not bring her. I turned to face her, excitement flashing in my eyes and took her hand in mine. Mia smiled back at me, squeezing my hand. "I can't believe this is the first festival we'll spend together Mia, it feels long overdue." "The first of many right?" I saw a flicker of anxiety pass through her eyes and knew she sometimes felt she didn't fit in our group, even now. I understood where she was coming from, it was always hard to find your footing in such a tight-knit group of people who'd known each other for ages, but truly, everyone loved her just as much as the others. Especially me. "Of course. You're one of us now." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a short tight squeeze, our perfumes mixing together for just a second. It was a sweet moment, my best friend hugging me close, but I couldn't help but tease her. After all, it was Will she was dating. "Though if I have to watch you and Will make out I will puke, that's too much for me. May I remind you I knew him when he was a square little lad in a diaper." Mia rolled her eyes, pulling me to my feet. I was reminded of the silver heels I was wearing on then when I stumbled forwards, grateful for her being there to make sure she caught me. "Oh please, it's not me and Will anyone is worried about. Can we talk about you and Alex?" She winked. I flushed pink, (which probably looked rotten combined with the highlight) and Mia grinned, her tongue peeking through the gap in her teeth. Alex. At first, when Will started blowing up, dragging me along from almost being featured in his videos, he started making a lot of new friends that I had never met before for the first time in our lives. Before that, we'd always had the same friend group, even through the awkward high school years where friend groups were extremely messy. One day, he'd managed to drag me to a bar with his new friends, despite my complaining, and that's where I'd met Alex. Or rather, where we met each other. Stupid swooped hair with eyes that rewrote my definition of blue eyes the very first time my eyes met his. It had been Alex who managed to integrate me into Wills new group and Alex who remained the closest person in our group to me even to this day. Alex who, along with George, my favourite mask-wearing bloke, I moved in with once Wills place got a bit cramped. And of course, Alex who all my friends liked to tease me about dating. Of course, they did the same to him, probably worse considering the boys were usually a bit dirtier mouthed with each than with the girls, but I was the only one who turned red all the time. Probably because they were right mostly. When Mia prodded about the way I looked at him, my efforts to say there was nothing to prod at were all lies. When James would wink at me when Alex would pull me in closer on nights out, always downing whatever drink was in front of him before I could glare. When Will sat me down one day, patting my knee, and asked if I liked him, he saw past my eye rolls and dramatic head shakes. Most of all it was George who brought it up, always finding a way to shove at least five comments a day about our relationship and giving me the look when I'd mumble a comment back. Because yes, of course, I liked him. I had a stupid school girl crush at the same age I got blackout drunk and could legally do drugs in some countries. Alex was the nicest person I'd ever met, always treating me with such kindness and respect. Some nights I'd pass out by my desk when editing, exhausted from the hectic schedule I forced myself to follow. When I'd wake up, my video editing would be finished and there'd be a sticky note by my head, something that would make my heart beat a little faster, with his signature and a small heart. Not to mention the blanket thrown over my shoulders that smelled faintly of him. That was just one of the many things Alex did for me regularly without ever asking for anything. Yet, something deep inside me screamed to not do anything about it, screamed it was purely platonic on his side. Alex would constantly chatter about what a great friend I was, how much he loved me as a friend. For some reason, him friend-zoning me accidentally hurt a lot more than if he hated me. At least then there was a chance he'd see me as something more than a best friend, even if it was a mortal enemy. Mia cleared her throat and I snapped back to reality, laughing awkwardly. "There's nothing to talk about Mia. We're just friends." If Will hadn't called again, I would have been in for a lot of questions and yet another speech begging me to just tell him. Instead, she just sighed and rugged on my arm. "We'd best be going before his head explodes." "That'd be a sight to see. He doesn't deal well with stress you know," I told her, walking out of my room with our arms interlocked. "Did you know during our GCSEs, I found him out my back in the wet dirt, mumbling algebraic formulas?" "Ay, y/n are you telling that bloody GSCE story again?" Will called, peeking his head out from around the corner. His festival sunglasses were perched in his hair and I couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sorry Will, it's just so fucking hilarious." "To be fair Will," Mia said, holding back a laugh, "it's pretty funny." Neither of us could hold back our laughter and finally cracked when his glasses slid down his face. Will groaned and told the boys waiting on the couch behind him we were bullying him again. I heard James say he probably deserved it, followed by Georges laughter and Alex's giggle. "Are they ready yet?" Aria called, having arrived with James already ready way before me or Mia had even started. Mia let go of my arm and walked ahead to the living room, posing at the doorway. Aria gasped and said she'd looked gorgeous and Will said the same, snaking a hand around her waist. Gross. Still, no matter how gross I called Mia and Will sometimes or how much I insisted nothing was going on between me and Alex, it didn't stop me from smiling like an idiot when he stopped giggling, calling me pretty. Schoolgirl crush. That was all that was. We'd finally piled onto the coach awhile after before pictures already filling my camera roll and only two videos on my Instagram story. One of me recording when Mia was doing my makeup and the other just our group leaving me, George and Alex's apartment to get the coach simply titled 'it begins'. Once on the coach I came to the startling revelation everyone expected me to sit with Alex, the couples all pairing up and Becky insisting she absolutely had to sit with George. My eyes stared out the window, surprising heavy despite not doing anything yet. "You alright?" Alex asked, poking me in the ribs as the coach finally started, several cheers erupting around us. I couldn't help but smile back, nodding my head. His eyes didn't stop looking worried so I opened my mouth. "I'm fine, don't worry Al. I'm just tired for some reason." "To be fair, you and Mia were up half the night talking about today. I warned you to sleep you know, don't blame me." I giggled remembering how he'd come into my room several times to warn me and Mia to get some sleep. Back then we'd only waved him off, saying we were having girl talk. Now, I wished I'd listened as a yawn escaped my throat. "See?" "Fine, you win. I should have slept earlier last night. I'll be fine when we get there, the pure adrenaline will be enough to keep me up for the entire festival." He didn't look convinced. "It takes around an hour and a half to get there you know." "I'm aware." "Go to sleep, I'll wake you when we arrive. Promise." At first, I was going to deny and say I'd be fine, ask his opinion on the latest Star Wars movie so I could listen to him ramble again. However, as another yawn escaped me, I smiled and nodded, telling him he'd better wake me up when we arrived. "Of course I will, I need someone to go on rides with me. We both know the others are pussies." I smiled, eyes closing without me telling them to. "Of course they are. We're the only brave ones on this bus. We'll ride all night." Alex raised his eyebrow but I was too tired to care, leaning my head on the bus window. The loud rattling actually helped ease me into sleep and the last thing I remembered before waking up was hearing a snippet of James and Arias conversation behind me, laughing about some joke I didn't understand. Gross couples. "N/n, mate, everyone else is waiting outside. Can you please wake up." It was dark for a bit, my dream ending before it really begun because of Alex's voice cutting through the cloudy landscape I'd arrived in. Whatever I was lying on was warm and I nuzzled in more, sleepily asking for five more minutes. Alex chuckled and poked my cheek. "We've arrived you know. The first festival of the year? The one you're usually most excited for?" I had no idea what he was talking about till the wings I had on ached against my back. Shit. The fucking festival. I jumped up quickly, too excited to be embarrassed about the fact I'd somehow ended up sleeping on Alex's instead of the window and smiled. "Everyone else is outside yeah? Do I look okay?" It was then I noticed the pink on Alex's shoulder, sticking out a lot against the light blue denim. Crap, my lipgloss. I opened my fanny pack, white to match my outfit of course, and searched for that stupid tube of lipgloss I'd brought to retouch it later. Of course, I hadn't planned to wipe it off completely on my friends' fucking jacket before I even got off the bloody coach but hey, at least I was prepared. Finally, I found the blasted thing, under my purse, phone, portable and a small bottle of vodka, of course at the very bottom and pulled it out, holding it like a sacred Egyptian jewel.Then there was another problem. "Crap, I didn't bring a mirror. How am I supposed to apply it now? Wheres my blasted phone?" Again, I started to scramble through my bag. Alex gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me from shoving my hand around. "I can do it for you, it can't be that hard. I've watched you do it to yourself like a million times."I paused. For some reason, that sounded like the worst best idea ever. I sucked my teeth for a moment before nodding. "Go on then, it's a challenge." I tossed the tube onto his lap and turned my face towards him, urging him to do something before I did. He unscrewed the tube, a focus in his eyes I'd only ever seen when he was working a video before and then gently placed his hand on my cheek, leaning in. I parted my lips as he carefully did his best to apply an even layer of sheer pink, so close I could feel his breath on my face. I gulped, moving closer to him subconsciously, hand gripping his thigh. "I think I'm done," he whispered, pulling the lipgloss down but still not moving back. In fact, I felt his hand tighten into my hair, tugging it slightly. My eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. "Thanks," my voice was barely a whisper, more of a gasp honestly, and still neither of us leaned back. I wondered if his eyelashes were always this dark or he'd changed overnight. "Oi lads, I'm going to have to start driving to pick up the 2 o clocks now. Are you okay back there?" The bus driver suddenly called, peeking his head out of his seating area. I snapped back into my seat, zipping my bag closed as Alex cleared his throat, standing up. He told the bus driver we were fine, that I'd lost a contact and then we scrambled off the bus, pulling oh hands back at even the slightest contact. The moment my feet touched the grass, I was swooped away by Mia and Aria, both smirking at me, eyes wide. "What?" I asked, my voice a lot more bashful than I meant it to. "What was that?" Aria asked, Mia nodding behind her. Arias's hand was resting on my shoulder, Mia grasping at Arias in a small human centipede. "What was what?" Completely inconspicuous, they'll never know. "Dude, James told us he'd seen you and Alex nearly kiss Alex on the bus," my eyes widened and I was quick to ask how he'd possibly seen that, bus windows weren't the easiest to see through. "He went back on to tell you and Alex to hurry up and instead found you knee-deep in a shift session," Mia exclaimed, a giggle in her tone. "Nothing happened. I just asked him to put my lipgloss on because I didn't bring my mirror." Both of them raised their eyebrows and slowly nodded. "Nothing happened," I repeated slower, making sure to make eye contact with both of them. They seemed to let it go, at least for now, and Becky's voice cut through the air and her arms were thrown over Aria and Mia's shoulders. I laughed at their surprised faces smiling at Becky who already seemed to have cracked up the drink she'd brought in her fanny pack. "Come on girls, let's go in before the boys yeah? The real show doesn't start till tomorrow when performers come so I say first stop the pier yeah? I want some candy floss." Becky looked at me, hoping I'd take her side so she'd get her damn candy floss and I complied, laughing and throwing my head back as I threw my arm over Mia's other side. "I'm down for some 1pm candy floss. Feel like we're going to have a lot of that this weekend ay?" Becky whooped again as Mia and Aria agreed and we all started to walk towards the entrance, Mia yelling for the boys to hurry up and follow before they got lost. Still, even as I laughed at another joke Becky told, posing for a video Mia was taking as we entered, I couldn't help but let my mind linger to that bus seat, to my wet lips of floss, to crystal blue eyes, to what could have happened. I tossed my head over my shoulder, hoping to see Will or George or James or even the fucking busman to distract myself but of course, instead, I met the same stupid blue eyes. He stopped talking and looked at me, I took a deep breath and then James nudged his side and Mia squeezed my ribs and the moment was over. God, this stupid tension had to arrive now, didn't it? Couldn't have waited till after festival season? Still, nothing a bit of alcohol couldn't help drown out, right? Right? "Are we going to go on the rides today lads or are we waiting for that madness till tomorrow?" George yelled over music playing, the night being relatively old at that point. Aria and James said they were heading to their tent now so they'd pass for now, as did Mia and Will after Mia persisted a little. Becky tucked her arm into mine and asked if I wanted to go to our tent yet since we were sharing and I thought it over, biting my cheek. The air still smelled like candy floss, as did Becky's breath and probably mine, though there was a slight sting that I put down to the few shots I'd downed so far, not enough to be pissed just yet. That was for Saturday night. I thought it over for another second before shaking my head, pulling back for Becky's grasp. "Actually Beck, you go ahead. I'm going to stay back with Alex," I turned and gave him a small smile, finally meeting his eyes for the first time since the incident and he smiled back. "He owes me a few hundred rides to live up to his earlier words, right Al?" "That's right. You can go back too if you want George, you keep yawning on me." "Yeah, I think I'll pass on watching whatever the fuck that's going to be you're right, I'll make sure Becky gets back to her tent fine. I'll wait with her till you decide what you're doing yeah?" I didn't ponder on what George meant and only let out a whoop, promising Becky I'd get back fine. She smiled, her nose scrunching and she pressed a kiss to my cheek before nodding at George to go. I watched her go with him, a few close encounters with people already puking on the ground from a really bad-or good-night depending on your perspective. I jumped when I felt someone take my hand until I realized it was Alex, his voice close to my ear, making me shrink away. "So Will and that are already boning huh? Think they could have waited till tomorrow to settle in at least." I snorted and pushed him away, gagging at that thought. "Jesus Alex please refrain from giving me that image. Will is still twelve years old to me. Not to mention little Aria with my man James." "Your man James? I'm offended I thought I was your man." There he goes again, that stupid your man joke. Still, it did make me smile genuinely, even if I rolled my eyes to hide how my face was so bright. I took his hand and let it rest over my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to it as we walked towards the flashiest ride. "Of course you're my man. My favourite man. But you currently aren't riding anything so I think you're a man backing out of his promise," I carefully evaded a man pissing, his poor girlfriend looking disgusted beside him, still keeping my eyes on Alex beside me. "Then let me prove it to you, three rides on this bastard. Unless you're too scared?" I chuckled, stopping to take his other hand and lean up, glaring me eyes threateningly. "Alex Elmslie, you're fucking on. The first to chicken out this weekend has to do what the other says." He thought about it for a moment before nodding, returning the glared eyes. "Okay, then y/n l/n. First challenge is this. Oh, and by the way, I'm not going to lose." Oh, it was definitely on. The last day arrived quicker than anyone wanted to and before I knew it, my suitcase was packed again, ready for the coach that would pick us up tomorrow. Still, there was one more night to enjoy and especially one last performance. Becky put her phone down, sighing as she tucked her hair behind her ear again. "Babe, we have to go soon. Billies performance will definitely be packed and I don't know about you, but I want to be as close as possible." I smile back, finally satisfied with my last day look. A simple soft pink makeup look complete with a light pink dress and flats. Flats made it a lot easier to hop around. "I'm ready Beck, just waiting for the others to show up at this point. You definitely told James and Aria to meet us here right?" Becky nodded, checking her phone again but her eyes rolling at the lack of new messages. I considered just going to save a spot for our group with just Becky until there was a yell outside asking if they could come in. A few moments later, James Marriotts face peeked through the now unzipped hole of our tent, a smile on his face. After another second, Arias's face appeared on top, face covered in pretty blue glitter. "You ready to be going then? Mia will kill me if we don't get a good spot." James tilted his head, a serious tone to his not really a joke-joke. "Oh I know," I edged towards the tent door, smiling. "She's been raving about this performance for weeks now. If she doesn't get to see more than a bean from a distance, she'll have all of our heads." Aria laughed and they both stood back, letting me step into the warm air. Ah, England's summers, surprisingly warm most of the time for such a known shit weather country. "Alex wouldn't shut up about it last night either to be fair though I suspect at least half of that was due to the drink." Becky followed me out and shared a glance with the couple. Aria licked her lips and looked away. Becky seemed to stifle a laugh, disguising it as a slight cough. I narrowed my eyes at James, hoping he'd crack and eventually he did, sighing. "Y/n, we were wondering if that stupid competition thing was still going on." I raised my eyebrows, falling into step with the trio as we headed for the stage she was performing at in an hour. "Yeah, we decided to keep it going till the festival was over. Why, would you like to join?" I teased, receiving unimpressed grunts from the whole group. Aria piped up next, seeming to take a long time in what she said next. For some reason, I felt like I wasn't going to like what she had to say. "It just feels like it's delaying the inevitable or something, that's all." "What's the inevitable?" "You and Alex getting married and having six children, three dogs and a cat." Becky chirped up, giggling. Aria and James laughed along with her. I could tell that I'd turned red and unfortunately, no makeup could cover that mess, which made everyone laugh a little harder. "I don't like Alex, we're just friends." "N/n, we were all there that night last year. Plus, there's behind such a weird vibe with you two lately, not to mention the way you look at each other all the time. Like bloody puppies or something." Aria tells me and this time, my face pales. That night a few months ago. It had been just another late night out at the club, some music playing in the distance as we all had a chat and chugging back as much as we could consume without dying. I decided to be brave and asked Alex to dance, tugging him to the floor before he could refuse. At first, we'd just been messing, twirling and more so stumbling around the place, clinging to each other for support as the world seemed to spin. It'd been just as I fell forwards the DJ announced they were starting romance hour, the music switching from stupid random beats to the soft vocals of Billie Eilish, singing about ocean eyes and falling from a height. Neither of us moved, my arms remaining wrapped around his neck as they had to stop me from falling, Alex's softly placed on my waist. "I like this song," I told him, leaning up to his ear on my tippy toes so he could hear me. "Me too, Billie's proper class." I snorted, falling back onto my heels. "It reminds me of you actually, this song," Alex tilted his head, pulling me in a little closer. "Because your eyes are blue are so pretty. You know, the first time we met the first thing I noticed was how pretty they were, even before I thought anything about how soft your hair looked. Will had to nudge me back to reality. Felt like everything just suddenly made sense." My words were slurred, heavily influenced by tequila and the heaviness starting to fall over my eyes. Still, I felt his lips press against mine, felt how it was better than any drink or drug. Perfectly moulded together, as though it was meant to be. I pulled him closer, fingers curling into his hair and he gripped desperately at my dress, his fingers able to be felt through the stupid fabric.When we'd pulled back, the song changed and I suggested we headed back to our friends, didn't look him in the eye. He agreed and we never spoke of it again. I had assumed our friends hadn't seen, that we'd been swallowed into the crowd as just another couple making out to a song. The look on my friends face at that moment told me otherwise."I just thought none of yous had seen that," I stammered, eyes looking to the ground so I didn't have to meet their eyes. "Of course we did, you were only a few feet away. Honestly, after that, we'd all just assumed you were dating in secret until this challenge thing." James explained, pointing to the girls to back him up. Both of them nodded, Aria looking slightly guilty and Becky just grinning.Great, everyone thought I was shagging my stupid crush. "Well we aren't, that was just a drunk mistake. Me and Alex are just friends, I promise." None of them looked convinced and I decided to pretend nothing had happened, saying we should hurry before all the good spots were taken. They didn't mention how I'd just moved on and agreed, breaking into a conversation about how excited they were instead. Even though I joined in, laughing when James told a joke or agreeing with Becky when she'd waffle, nothing could erase the strange feeling in my stomach. I couldn't quite decipher what it was, nervousness, guilt for lying about not liking Alex maybe, perhaps just pure excitement from seeing Billie. Whatever it was, it settled deep in my stomach and didn't go away, even as the others joined us at the spot we'd found. In fact, it only worsened when Alex landed beside me, whispering that the next challenge was to sing louder than the other, his hand resting ever so slightly on my shoulder. This would be a long night. My throat ached, begging for the relief I refused to give it as my voice croaked out the lyrics to bellyache like I'd be shot if I didn't. Alex gripped tightly at my wrists, both of us jumping up and down like idiots. I could hear Mia behind me, most likely on Will's shoulder and somewhere in front of me, George was laughing at Becky and James' awful slightly drunk dance moves, Aria most definitely recording to laugh at when they had sobered up. The rest of the world didn't matter at that moment and I pulled my wrists away from Alex's wrist to hold his face, laughing at his expression when I squeezed it. The song came to an end, turning into only loud cheering and instrumental as I croaked out that he looked extremely stupid. He pouted more and I laughed more, a slight snort coming out. The vibe of the audience changed when Billie sat down, announcing she'd be singing an oldie. Everyone got even more excited and couples linked together like magnets, arms around necks and eyes on eyes. I rolled my eyes at the gross displays of affection, letting my hands drop to rest on his shoulders. The first chord of the song played and I felt both of our bodies freeze, my throat becoming suddenly sore. Oh. It was that song. Of course, it was. Everyone else was too occupied to notice how we both stopped singing, how I opened and closed my mouth a few times before deciding to keep it shut. Except, of course, Alex and his stupidly perfect blue eyes, squarely focused on my own. "Al, we need to talk." No, we didn't, why did I say that. Shut up. "Okay." Great, no going back now. That'd make it worse. I cleared my throat. "You don't remember this but I can't pretend it didn't happen anymore. There was one night awhile ago, we were both very drunk. We had a moment and kissed. Everyone actually thought we were dating for ages." "Wait you remember that?" I nodded, swallowing harshly. If anyone had asked why my throat was suddenly dry and closing in, I'd have blamed hayfever. That would have been a lie. "N/n, I've been waiting for you to talk about it for ages. I thought you'd forgotten." My heart stopped, mind still doing cartwheels to try process the pure idiocy that was currently radiating off of both of us. Billie hit the chorus at the same time Alex leaned down ever so slightly, lips just grazing against mine for a moment as if testing the waters. I didn't hesitate to press my lips back against his, more full of emotion and present, saying everything my lack of worlds could never. I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping, the song ending, our friends whooping, but all I focused on was my heartbeat pounding out of my chest, his heartbeat against mine. When I finally pulled back, my eyes remaining closed for an extra beat to process what just happened, I saw him smile. Some people liked to say blue eyes were overrated and I used to find myself agreeing with them. Why so many love songs about boring old blue eyes, the most common eye colour, and not the mysterious browns and mesmerizing green? But at that moment, I understood. It felt like I'd seen him again for the first time but also met eyes with someone I'd known forever at the same time. A mixture of nostalgic warmth and crazed excitement wrapped into a crystalline package. Ocean eyes. And I understood. Mia threw her arm around my neck and yelled that this was our song, swinging me around. I chuckled, pulling her in closer by the waist and allowing her to tug me away. Alex didn't mind, turning around to talk, or rather shout, at Will, cheeks slightly tinted and a certain buzz in the way he laughed that wasn't there ever before. Pretty. "So," he said, arm around my shoulder and Ferris wheel slowly reaching the top. "What do you think about telling our friends we actually are dating this time?" I shrugged, nuzzling closer to the soft fabric of the hoodie he'd thrown on, probably leaving flecks of glitter that would never go away. He wouldn't care. He never cared about stuff like that. In fact, I think he had the right face for makeup. Maybe he'd let me do his makeup if I asked for a video, a festival look and q+a wrapped into one. The smell of cotton candy wafted up from above and somewhere below, I could just about hear Becky screaming on some ride. "They can figure it out themselves. Probably already have knowing our friends. Same with the fans honestly. Alex didn't answer, rubbing circles on my arm with his thumb instead. My body let out a shaky happy sigh. "Look, we're at the top now. Stopped for just a moment too." I peeked one eye open and smiled at the pretty sight before us, the lights of the rides mixing with phone flashlights and distant concert stages, smells of food stands, drink, weed, the sound of faint music, screams, laughter, happy yelling. Of course, the prettiest sight to me was the shimmering stars high above us, our interlocked hands resting on his chest. As I heard Becky let out another shriek, I was reminded of something from earlier that weekend and smile cheekily, sitting up to properly look at my boyfriend. God that felt to think without it being imaginary. "You know, technically you stopped singing before me which means you lost our game." "That sounds fair to me. So, whats my challenge then?" I pretended to think, finger tapping my chin as if I didn't already know exactly what I was going to say. "You have to be the one to tell Becky shes staying with George tonight because you're staying with me." He raised his eyebrow and turned a bright shade of red. I only smiled wider. "You lost the game, Al, those were the rules." "I haven't lost anything actually, I'd say I won a lot today," he held our interlocked hands up. And, if I wasn't so very in love with him, I would have puked. Because I was, I just rolled my eyes and made him promise to not back out. He insisted he wouldn't and walked straight over to Becky the second we were off the ride. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a bit more embarrassed than him suddenly when Becky gasped and grabbed my arm, giving it a slight shake and congratulating me on moving from big fat crush to a big fat relationship. The next Sunday, new pictures dotted my bedroom wall and my Instagram feed. There was a few that overlapped, a group shot by the pier, picture of me and the girls all on a ride, Becky laughing so hard alcohol shot out of her nose, me and Will recreating the same photo we did every year, but most were only on my wall. Me and George taking a shot at the same time, arms interlocked, James watching on with pride. Aria and a random stranger who happened to be wearing the same shoe hugging. Me and Mia in our outfits, laughing so hard we cried or spilling drinks on ourselves. A lot of Will and me simply existing together, whether it be dancing or screaming on a ride. Strangers I found interesting. But most were of Alex. A shot someone snapped when we were on the Ferris wheel. Selfies from just about every location at the festival. And of course, my personal favourite, the one James took on the bus on our way home, when this time when he applied my lipstick, I immediately ruined it with a kiss that told our friends everything they needed to know. When I sat down by the edge of my bed to admire my handiwork, years of photos mixing and telling a story, Alex grunted slightly and woke up from his sleep. He sleepily asked if I'd like to make brownies in a bit before pressing a kiss to my cheek, resting his head on my shoulder. His shampoo filled my nose and the soft material of his jumper pressed against my skin. God, I was ever so glad I understood why there were so many songs about blue eyes.

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harlot-of-oblivion · 4 years

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The Most Beautiful Flower

Your desire for your darling devil has been almost insatiable ever the beach party...so your dreams decide to take matters into your own hands.

Companion piece to Garden of Delight

This spicy lil morsel was inspired by me and @twinkstimulator schemin' away like a coupe of thot queens 😈

Abandon all pants ye who reads below the cut!

You’ve been having the same dream for the past few nights ever since the beach party. It always starts the same: you are sitting on the beach towel with Kyrie while watching the rest of the crew play volleyball. Your eyes follow Vergil’s every move as he jumps and lunges towards the ball. The way his muscles stretch and strain with every pass, and those deliciously long legs...even more scrumptious than usual thanks to the speedo he is currently sporting.

It’s about this time in the dream that you clench your thighs, attempting to control the dire need building up deep within you. Searing heat starts to pool between your legs the more you gawk at the object of your desire. It begs to be released...sweet relief from weeks of ignoring your growing need in favor of waiting for the real thing. You always think that you got it under control, but when your darling devil looks over in your direction and pierces you with his fierce gaze...all your self-restraint turns to dust, and you have to get off now…

You quickly excuse yourself and rush towards the nearest restroom up the hill near the parking lot. Your hands are practically shaking with anticipation as you enter the small stall for one, swiftly locking the hatch before leaning back against the door. You waste no time stuffing one hand under your flimsy string bikini, moaning as your fingers glide effortlessly between your slick slit while the other hand clutches one of your breasts.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your peak; a few firm circles around your clit before dipping low, driving a couple of fingers into your sopping wet cunt while fondling your breast. You come with a stifled sob, biting your lower lip while spasming around your slick fingers. The sudden release of pleasure leaves you a little lightheaded as you drift ever so slowly down from your rushed orgasm. And when you finally come back to your senses, you remove your hand from between your legs to wipe your fingers clean with a paper towel. You check yourself in the small mirror over a shabby sink, straightening out your bikini and fixing your flower crown before giving your reflection a nod of approval.

No one should be the none the wiser, you surmise while unlatching the lock on the door. Especially-

All your thoughts come to a screeching halt as soon as you open the stall door. Vergil is waiting for you right outside the restroom. Your mind starts to scramble incoherently, wondering how long he was standing there...if he heard you gasping his name out under your breath, making yourself come with your naughty thoughts about him. So far, he seems unaware of what happened...but the flaring of his nostrils makes you squirm as the door slams shut behind you.

You can see the pupils of his silver blue eyes dilate dramatically as he pins you down with a suspicious glare. He reaches out and grabs your hand...the same hand that you used to bring yourself to the brink of bliss just moments ago. Your heart beats faster as he raises your hand up to his lips, planting the softest kiss against your fingers before breathing in deeply through his nose. The low rumbling growl that permeates the air when he exhales shakes you to the core as his knowing glare turns utterly wicked.

“I would’ve helped if you have only asked, my lovely rose.”

Vergil takes one step closer to you. His tall form effectively traps your trembling body against the restroom door. Your hand is still in his firm grip as he stares straight into your very soul while his other hand brushes a stray strand of hair away from your bashful face. “Care to hear how I would’ve helped?” he offers with a smug grin before pressing your hand closer to his lips. You try to answer but a breathy gasp escapes your throat as his tongue peeks out and licks one of your fingers. He hums at the taste of your faint arousal, silver blue eyes gleaming shamelessly as he leans in closer.

“First, I would’ve finally kissed these satiny lips,” he begins, watching your mouth part as a soft whimper leaves your lips. “And my hands would’ve roamed every inch of your body…going lower and lower and lower...” he trails off as his free hand starts to caress your body, groping and kneading your soft skin while licking your fingers again. His sensuous voice drops down to a low whisper, titillating you with its deep and husky timbre as he continues.

“Until coming upon the most beautiful flower blooming between your legs.”

You gasp as his hand glides across the apex of your thighs, grazing just above your clit beneath your bikini. “...stroking your silky petals until you come on my hand,” he murmurs gruffly before sucking your fingers into his mouth while his teasing touch dips even lower. Your head falls back against the door as he softly strokes your aching center. You moan at the feel of his devilish tongue lapping at your fingers while you twitch against his questing hand with every light caress.

Vergil grunts softly as he watches you mewl at his touch, pressing himself even closer to your quivering body. He gives you a few more teasing strokes before pulling his hand away with an impatient growl. You whine at the abrupt absence of his hand rubbing between your legs, but he quickly wraps his arms around you as he opens the restroom door behind you. He ushers you into the small single stall, locking the hatch on the door before spinning around to push you back against the door.

“Show me how you pleasured yourself.”

You shiver as his naughty command echoes throughout the enclosed space. Both of his hands slide down your hips, tugging on the strings of your bikini until it falls to the ground. Your slick sex is now bare for his blatant gaze. His hum of approval makes your cheeks grow pink as you comply to his demand, slowly bringing your hand down to your aching heat. Your fingers are still wet from his tantalizing tongue, so they easily rub without much resistance as you make small tight circles around your sensitive nub.

“That’s right...you’re so wet...only for me,” he murmurs, spurring you on as your other hand fondles one of your breasts. He rests one arm above your head as he leans in closer to your ear. “What were you thinking about?” he whispers, tickling you with his hot breath while touching himself sensually. “Was it my body?” His hand sweeps across his taut chest. “My superior strength?” He nestles one leg in between your thighs, flexing his muscles while his hand travels further down.

“Or perhaps it was this…”

Your vision becomes hazy as you watch him grope the huge bulge beneath his tight speedo. You slide your hand in between your slit, teasing your slick entrance with a few soft strokes before sticking a couple of fingers inside. A broken cry bursts from your lips as an intense wave of pleasure pulses deep within your soaking wet core. You hear a guttural growl above you as he rests his head against your sweaty brow, watching your slippery fingers sink into your silky flower over and over.

“See what you’ve done to me?”

Vergil emphasizes his intimate inquiry by giving his restrained bulge a firm squeeze. “I ache for you, my lovely rose,” he admits, grunting softly before slipping his hand under his speedo. “I crave every quiver of your body...wracked with pleasure by my own hand, tongue, and cock.”

You moan wantonly as he pulls his impressively hard member out of his speedo. He pumps himself in time with your hand, licking his velvety lips at the sight of your arousal trickling down your thighs. “I yearn for a taste of the sweetest nectar between your legs...to see you pink with my love as I savor every drop.”

He swipes some pearly white drops of precum off the head of his cock with his thumb. Both of your eyes lock onto each as he raises his hand up to your eager mouth. You lavish every inch of his thumb while sucking on it, moaning at the taste of his seed as your eyes roll back in pleasure. “I long to hear you cry out in total bliss...my name spilling from these lips…like an aria of praise for your darling devil.”

The carnal lull of his voice and the salty tang of his seed on your tongue stirs the desirous heat between your legs, coiling it faster and faster as you pick up the pace. He pulls his thumb out your mouth with an audible pop, growling in satisfaction as he reaches down to stroke his cock in time with your fervid hand. You are teetering on the edge of ecstasy, calling out the name of the devil who sets your heart and body aflame. He answers your plea with a rumbling whisper of your name, and just as you feel yourself swelling over the edge...he leans down and ensnares your lips in a bruising kiss.

Your eyes snap open as you reach your peak, staring up at your bedroom ceiling instead of the beachside restroom. You writhe around on your plush bed, gasping and moaning while euphoric waves wash through your body. The erotic images of your dream continue to play out in your mind as you reach down between your legs under the tangled sheets. You vigorously rub your needy clit through your soaking wet panties, desperately clinging to the wave of pure bliss for a bit longer before it completely fades away.

It feels like you’ve just ran a marathon around the city by the time your orgasm finally recedes. Your body relaxes under the covers while your labored breath evens out. You slowly drift back down to reality, shaking both your dream and sleep from your mind as you pull your hand away from your sated sex. Your eyes widen in shock as you inspect your dripping wet hand. A blaze of heat rushes straight to your cheeks as you throw back the blanket, revealing your drenched panties and sodden bed sheets to the warm air of your bedroom.

“Sweet basil...looks like I need a shower and some fresh sheets,” you declare with a weary sigh.

The old-fashioned clock ticking away on your bedside table lets you know that you have only been asleep for a couple of hours. You waste no time crawling out of bed, bundling up the dirty blankets and throwing them in a nearby laundry hamper. Your nightgown and wet panties join the soiled sheets before you head to the shower in your adjoining bathroom. You run the hot water and swiftly step under its steamy spray, shuddering with relief as the remnants of your heady orgasm washes away from between your legs.

It only takes you a few more minutes of scrubbing and lathering before you turn off the water and step out of the shower. You quickly dry your hair and body with a towel and head back into your bedroom to change into a clean pair of panties as well as another nightgown; then you dig around your closet for some fresh sheets. You are crawling back under the covers with a drowsy yawn as soon as your bed is fully redressed, snuggling down into comfy blankets as you make yourself more comfortable for sleep.

And as you slip back into a peaceful slumber, you cannot help but wonder if your darling devil would really like to watch his lovely rose unfold like the most beautiful flower blooming in a garden of delight.

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Tagging: @bettybattaglia @drusoona and @exsultry

#vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry #solo AND mutual fun times #dreams and fantasies #The Most Beautiful Flower #a rose among the briars #and here we are once again #now its the Gardener Reader's turn 😏#can't really blame her though #vergil in speedo is just 👌😚#harlot writes

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angelliev · 4 years

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Three - Rocking with the Waves

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Aria just can’t get enough of JJ and his affection, making him absolutely irresistible and a familiar face arrives in the Outer Banks, along with suspicion from her father.

Warnings: Smut, some cursing, hopefully no typos and unsafe driving?

A/N: Words can’t even describe the joy and happiness I am experiencing from the amount of people who have read my writing. Thank you so much guys! I sincerely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or the characters.)

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Birds sing their little toons outside, the warm morning air kisses my skin and the sun beams down on my face through the windows. These are typical mornings I wake up to. Except in my own bed. By myself. Instead I wake up to the sound of a beating heart and my head laying on a naked chest that continues to rise and fall. I glance up to see JJ still asleep, his handsome face so calm without a worry in the world. I couldn’t help but lay a kiss on his warm cheek causing him to stir. For a while I just lay there drawing shapes on his chest. This causes his eyes to flutter open. He smiles down on me.

“Rise and shine lover boy.” I crawl on top of his naked boy under the sheets. “Oh, something’s rising alright.” He smirks. I lightly smack his shoulder. I have to admit though, his raspy morning voice is quite the turn on. “It’s not even noon Jay.”

“I take it that’s a no, on morning sex? It would be a real good way to start off the day.” His hands start to play with my bed hair. I simply giggle at him.

“How do you feel?” He asked genuinely concerned. “Different. Like a good different. It hurt a little at first, then it began to feel really good.” I never knew just how close you can become with someone. “Want me to me make you feel really good again?” His question laced with lust. “God, yes please.” “Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy the show.” He smirks before laying a kiss on my lips and kissing a trail down my body, taking his time. The anticipation begins to start a pool of wetness to form down below, especially when he starts kissing and nipping at the peach soft skin of my inner thighs, littering them with more love bites. When he finally reaches the region that requires the most attention, he glances up at me, holding eye contact and places my legs over his shoulders. My feet rest on his slender soft back.

“So wet for me. We’re you dreaming of me perhaps? Did I treat you so good last night?” His breath fans my pussy and he plants a kiss there, causing me to squirm. “Tell me babygirl, what do you want me to do? I need words.” His teasing look becoming too much. “Please, I want you to taste me. Make me feel good. Please baby.” I practically beg. He licks a stripe up my folds making me gasp, never taking his eyes off my pleasure filled face. My petite finger comb through his hair gripping hard, while his lengthy ones enter my core curling in. His lips attach to my sensitive clit, making me moan. He hums out of satisfaction as I continue to tug on his luxurious hair. His free hand comes up to grope my left breast. His fingers began to pick up speed as they thrust in and out of me.

“JJ, I’m so close.” I breathe out, my feet start to dig into his back and hips begin to buck. He grabs a hold of my hips stabilizing me. The familiar euphoric sensation washes over me as I reach my orgasm, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. My juices coat his fingers. He brings the glistening digits up to his lips, licking them clean along with my dripping hot core. I can taste myself on his intoxicating lips when kisses me so passionately. He’s so addictive like nicotine. I simply can’t get enough of him.

“You taste so good babygirl. Did you know that?” I giggle at the closeness and his hot breath fanning my neck before attacking it with soft kisses as I hold him close to me. We lay there enjoying each other’s presence in the morning sunlight. Unfortunately, our moment is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. On the screen I see Charis’s number.

“Hello?” I answer. “Hey where are you? Your parents called to ask if you were with me. Don’t worry I covered for you, said you crashed at my place, but they want you back home like asap. Just tell me where you are.” Shit. I didn’t even think about that. “Shit, I’m at John B’s chateau.” “What are you doing there?” She asked confused. “I’ll explain everything when you get here. See you soon.” I hang up and sigh. JJ looks up at me.

“I’m sorry, but my parents want me home.” He just smiles at me. “No worries babe.” He grabs my phone and punches in my number. “When will I see you again?” I asked hopeful. “Soon. I’ll take you out somewhere fun. Ever been surfing?” I shake my head yes. “A girl after my own heart, this should be fun, after all I’m the best surfer in the OBX.” I chuckle at his cocky attitude. “I have a question for you Jay.” “Mm?” I was a little hesitant at first to ask this question. “What does this make us?” I nervously bite my lip. “What do you want this to be?” He asked while playing with my hair. “Something more than just sex. I really like you JJ. I want to be close to you all time. I want to be intimate.” I confess hoping I don’t sound clingy. “I like the sound of that. Let’s give this a shot and see where it leads us.” “Do you think we’re going too fast?” “Nah, plus I like going fast.” He places one last kiss on my lips before we both gather our clothes.

Stepping out onto the porch, I see Charis’s car. I turn back to JJ who didn’t even bother to put on a shirt. “I’ll stay in touch that way we can hang out again.” My fingers play with his. “Sounds good.” He uses his black bandana to tie up my hair in a ponytail, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt. I loved the fact that he willingly let me have one of his belongings. I place a kiss on his cheek. Before I could turn away, he grabs my waist planting one last passionate kiss on my lips. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling us closer. Our noses touch even after pulling away. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.” I peck his lips. “See you soon beautiful.” He finally lets me go; I turn back to steal one more glance before opening the door. He sends me a wink, making me chuckle and blow a kiss.

I can feel Charis’s burning gaze on me as I situate myself. “Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the fuck just went down?” She doesn’t even take the parking brake off before hammering me for details. “I may have spent the night with JJ.” I can feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. “Wait, did you lose your V card?” She asked astonished. It just hit me that I was no longer a virgin and I just lost my virginity to JJ. Not being able to process words I just smile and nod yes. This sets her off. “Holy fucking sweet baby Jesus shit! You had sex with JJ Maybank! Holy shit! About time you got dirty in the sheets!” She hugs me tight. I’ve been the virgin of the group for a while now. Charis lost hers freshman year, while Sarah lost hers last summer. “Oh my god can we go before my parents lose their shit? My dad is already pissed at me.” I plead. “Right sorry, I’m just still trying to process this. When did this start between you guys?” “It started since we first met.” “So, are you guys just hooking up or are you dating?” “We’re kind of taking things slow.” This makes her laugh. “Bitch please, you skipped slow and went straight to speeding.” “What I mean by slow is that we’re still getting to know each other.” “Oh, I think you guys got to know each other a lot.” She laughs and continues to drive. “I need you to promise though that you won’t tell anyone about us. I really like him and my dad would lose his shit if he knew about us.” I plead. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me splinter bean.”

After showering, changing and covering many hickeys, I come downstairs and walk outside to the balcony to find my family and a familiar face. “Damian?” I asked surprised. “Hello Aria. Nice of you to finally join us.” He lifts up a glass. Damian Prescott. He’s my older brother. We get along a lot more than Jennifer and I do thankfully. He’s not around much though. He lives in Las Vegas. He works business with my dad. Standing next to him is a woman about his age.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming out here.” I give him a welcoming hug. “Thought I surprise you. I’d like to introduce you to my fiancée, Rebecca.” What?! “Fiancée?! You’re getting married?” This all came as a shock to me. He’s kind of womanizer, so for him to be engaged all of the sudden definitely surprised me. “Yes. We just bought a house here in figure eight and are planning on having our wedding here. Rebecca here is an international model and fashion designer.” “That’s impressive. Congratulations. I’m really happy for you guys, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Rebecca.” I hug her. “Likewise, darling.” I am still trying to process the surprising news.

“Where have you been Aria?” My father asked out of the blue. He stares me down with interrogating eyes. I sometimes wonder if he and Ingrid are long lost twins with their helicoptering tendencies. “I spent the night at Charis’s.” I say as calm and convincing as possible. Last thing I want to do is have him find out about who I was actually with. “Nice bandana. Where did you get it?” Asked my nosey Jennifer. “I found it earlier this week on the beach.” For the rest of evening I had to deal with peering eyes, but I didn’t let that bother me, instead I began daydreaming about seeing JJ again.

Next Day…

Today is a perfect day to go surfing. There’s not a cloud in sight, parents or Jennifer. Only me, my surfboard and soon JJ. Not a single soul stops me from leaving the house and jumping into JJ’s muscular arms kissing him long and hard. “Why hello there. I missed you too babe. You ready to go?” I nod my head excitedly. I couldn’t help but gaze at him while he was driving the van. His eyes were so focused on the road, yet he still kept his warm hand on my bare thigh. The wind blows past his hair as he drives. He seems so carefree.

“See something you like?” I blush embarrassed that he caught me staring. “Sorry. You’re just so beautiful.” I have no shame as I continue to admire his attractive features. “Awe, aren’t you sweet? C’mere.” He pulls me into his lap as he comes to halt due to a stoplight, my legs lay across the middle console. “Is this safe?” I ask, but not really caring. “Probably not.” He closes the gap between us to keep me quiet and I had no urge to protest. The annoyed drivers behind us say otherwise as they honk at us. We both laugh as continues to drive.

I then noticed a fully healed scar on the back of his hand. I trace over it hoping that it would just disappear. It saddened me to see a scar had littered his beautiful skin. “What happened?” I asked curious. “Oh, probably just a cut from something I accidentally did.” He lied brushing it off like it was nothing. His eyes said otherwise, but I didn’t want to push it.

We walk down beach surfboards in hand ready to have some fun. The warm water hitting our feet and soon engulfing our bodies. The two of us let out cheers as we successfully ride out some waves. He wasn’t kidding when he told me that he was a very talented surfer. It was heartwarming to see him in his happy place. Neither of us keep track of the time. We didn’t notice the day passing by as the sun was about to set. It was then when we decided it was time to leave the water and dry off. This time I catch him staring. “See something you like?” I tease about to tie up my hair, but he stops me. “Don’t, I like it down.” He says taking the hair tie away. He places a slow and passionate kiss on my lips making me smile and pull him closer. One thing led to another, now we’re laying down on the beach blanket having a heated make out session.

I was thankful that we were both wearing swimwear as I began tugging at his swim trunks. He pulls away surprised. “You sure?” “Positive. I want you to take me right now.” My encouragement only seems to excite him even more as he removes my bottoms and covers the two of us with an extra blanket. He strokes my slit with his tip teasing me. “You want this babygirl? Want me to fuck you out in the open?” His dirty talking turns me on even more, making me desperate. “God yes please. Make me yours.” That’s all he needed before plunging in so deep. His hand clamps over my mouth to contain my loud moans. “As much as I love to hear you moan my name with that pretty voice, we don’t want to get caught.”

His thrusts were a lot different from last time. These were faster, deeper and harder, which only increased the pleasure. His grunts were a little louder too. A bead of sweat began to form on his forehead and a little bit of his damp hair fell over his face as he continued to thrust into me. JJ and the colorful sky were both so gorgeous, a sight I could get used to. He spreads my legs further apart and grabs my hips creating a deeper angle, now hitting the spot that craves the most attention, making me moan loudly, neither of us giving a damn. “You like that babygirl?” He pants through moans.

“JJ!” I scream and my vision goes white as I tighten around him, milking his hard cock, making him throw his head back. He joins me shortly after, his hot cum spewing inside of me, riding out his high. The two of us stay there for a moment catching our breaths. “JJ, that was amazing.” I say dazed. This earns me a breathy chuckle from him “You can say that again. God damn you’re so tight around me babe.” We both laugh together.

We both enjoyed the peaceful silence in the van on the way back home, the two of us feeling spent. I was disappointed when we pulled up to my house. “I had a lot of fun today JJ. That was one hell of a first date.” He looks back at me. “I’m glad you had fun. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” “Me too. See you later.” I kiss lips before exiting the van and grabbing my surfboard. I blow him a kiss and he returns it with his infamous wink that makes me weak in the knees. I place my surfboard in the closest, and grab a bowl of strawberries to snack on. Before I could go upstairs, I am stopped by my mom.

“Hey sweetheart, I didn’t hear you come through the door.” She greets me with a smile. “Oh, I just got back.” “I never seen you wear that sweatshirt. Is it new or something?” She’s referring to JJ’s Fast Arch gray sweatshirt that he lent to me when he noticed I was cold earlier.

“Oh this? It’s not mine. My friend let me borrow it because I was cold.” This is officially my new favorite shirt. It smells just like him. Weed, mint and the ocean. I still feel engulfed by him as I wear it. “That’s nice of them. What did you guys do today?” Oh, if only she knew. “We went surfing.” I only told her half the truth. “That sounds like fun. Did you use sunblock? Do you need aloe gel? You’ve been drinking plenty of water, right?” I chuckle at her. The only time she asks me a billion questions is when it’s over my health. “Yes, mom I used sunblock and drank lots of water.” I reassure her. “Okay, well take this with you anyways.” She hands me a bottle of water. I laugh. When is she not carrying water? I swear if she were to be charged for anything, it would be possession of too much damn water. “Thank you, mommy. Goodnight.” I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight love.”

I pass by my sister when she got a whiff of my new scent. “God, did you and your so-called friend get stoned while you were at the beach?” Jennifer criticizes. “No, and eavesdropping is really rude. You should get a new hobby.” She rolls her eyes. “So, who did you go to the beach with?” She asked. “Who I hang out with is none of your business. Goodnight.” I slam the door shut with a huff and let the events of earlier replay in my head. I shower and go to bed in JJ’s shirt, letting the aroma bring me peace.

I mindlessly let my fingers travel down to my wet folds and begin playing with myself. I imagine that its JJ’s fingers thrusting and curling inside of me. I imagine the dirty things he would say to me as I chase after my own orgasm. His name leaves my lips in soft whimpers as I finally finish off the night in pure bliss.

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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Can’t Help Falling in Love with You (Sound)

Title: Can’t Help Falling in Love

Summary: Sight | Scent | Sound | Touch | Taste

Pairing: Henry x First Person Reader

Word Count: 795

A/N: I am attempting the senses challenge that @viking-raider just completed not too long ago. Find her work here! I’m doing it a little differently, each snippet will add a new filter to the same scene instead of lengthening it, if that makes sense. I live for comments, let me know your favorite part!

~~~~~~~~ Sound ~~~~~~~~

The leaves in the branches brushed each other quietly in the breeze, creating a soft, ambient, background track to the scene laid out before us. I could hear the long draw of cicadas, indicating the peak of summer. A couple of birds were flitting above us, chattering animatedly about something or other. Henry’s steady breaths entered my ear as he lay next to me; every now and then his throat would constrict and the air from his lungs would stroke his vocal chords in such a way that a small, endearing grunt would pass his lips. Further away, I could hear the waves from the lake crashing against the dock and it reminded me of our swim.

Henry had wrestled me into the water, laughing at my screeches of protest. His laugh was otherworldly, deep and rich and full of life. It was infectious; once you heard it you couldn’t help but laugh with him. All my cares seemed to melt away at the melody of his mirth, and I made it my mission to hear that sound whenever I could. We were alone; our playful banter bounced off the blue expanse of the lake, uninhibited by other residents.

“No, Henry, No!”

“You’re going in, love… the moment I catch you!”

“Oh my god, Hank, I swear. You throw me in and you can walk hoooooooome!”

He’d swung me over his shoulders and beaten, I was unceremoniously thrown off the dock, that beautiful laugh the last thing I heard before being submersed. All sound was severed as my body was baptized, and the world around me took on a completely different wavelength; I closed my eyes to listen. I heard the muffled splash of Henry following me, the rush of water as his hands pushed against its resistance, and his chuckle resonated through my insides as the surrounding liquid magnified the sound. The momentary pause in time was broken as I surfaced, normalcy of life returning to my ears. Water against water, water against skin, skin against skin; this was war.

Drying off under the tree, I had soft music playing on my phone, and time seemed to stand still as we lay there reading. The rustle of my book pages as I flipped through them reminded me of ASMR, and I shivered as goosebumps crawled over my arms. The song changed, an old romantic croon given a modern take by a newer artist. I sang along quietly, my soft soprano floating into the air like gentle spirals of smoke.

“Like the river flows surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.”

“Here, you dog-earred this one,” Henry says, and I stop singing to look at him. The book he’s reading is my collection of poems by Robert Frost that he likes to borrow when he’s visiting. He begins to read, and instantly his baritone draws me in.

“The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.”

I could immerse myself in that voice for hours. The same as his laugh, it’s deep and full and round. If he discusses anything he’s passionate about, it becomes very animated and the pitch changes rapidly, but there’s also a steady calmness about it that never fluctuates. When I’m anxious or I’ve had a bad day, I’ll snuggle in close and ask him to teach me about something. His voice is low, with a gravelly undertone, and is instantly relaxing. When he discovered that I have trouble at night when he’s gone and I listen to online interviews of his in order to sleep, he recorded my favorite book on tape so that I wouldn’t have to deal with commercials or other people interrupting. His kindness knows no bounds.

Henry finished the poem and I audibly hummed in appreciation, causing him to look my way. He catches me staring at his body and grins.

“Like what you see?” he teases, humor in his tone.

“Shut up,” I sass back before leaning down to kiss him. The tiny pip of soft lips meeting evolves slowly into the erotic smack of mouth on mouth, it’s steady beat blending with soft moans and heavy sighs to create an enchanting aria of happiness, of peace. Breathless gasps replace the song as we pull away, contented expressions on both our faces. I hear the dull thump of his hand connecting with my back as I return to my book, the score of summer once again lulling me into a euphoric state of mind.

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nobodyeverasked · 5 years

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cookies + cream; bang chan

(2250 words) - medium

Summary: Chocolate chips and velvety lips.

Chan stuffed his phone back into his pocket, a hushed chuckle easing from his thin smile as he could feel the panic that laced his best friend - Y/N’s - voice. Knowing the younger man, half of his apartment would be withered by flames already, which let an amalgamation of both amusement and worry wash throughout Chan’s mind.

Y/N was baking cookies - or trying to at least - and as soon as things started to turn out not as planned, he whipped his phone out and dialed the one person in his contact list who was actually in possession of at least half of a brain cell. The shrieks of dropping pans and the ear-piercing shrieks of a jammed egg-beater burst through their phones as soon as Chan answered the call, his shoes already halfway on and his eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

He would be an absolute fool to say no to his best friend, how could he? With those eyes that sparkled with such innocence, and a smile so bright that was kindred to the canopies of stars that would watch over them on their late-night walks or bi-nightly convenience store raids. Those new stories that Y/N managed to think of every time they were together made Chan’s head spin and his laugh rang with a joyfulness that was so pure and authentic that it felt like the skies parted above them and a chorus of angels belted in the younger’s chest.

Chan trotted out the door, welcoming the evening breezes that lodged into his sweater and swept across his skin. The sky, the warm hues of coral and pink fading into one another, and dying the clouds that drifted among them, capturing his gaze as he skipped along the sidewalk, the images of Y/N’s sheepish smile and flour-caked apron projecting in his mind.

The moments that he spent with Y/N - even the crazy ones - were when he could finally let everything go and become himself, the boundaries of his social life being pushed away by the warmth and comfort that always effortless shone off of Y/N’s sweet grin. His heart would burn every time their stares locked, and his gaze would always fall upon the younger’s face they would encounter their brief moments of peace.

With Y/N he felt whole, he did not have a better way to put it.

In just a few moments, he reached Y/N’s door, his hand already flicking up to the doorknob to let himself in with a spare key in his sweatpants pocket - a gift for sticking together through highschool - and scampered through the threshold. He soaked in the air that was tainted with the char of burnt metal, and the thick haze of flour that convulsed to the garbled coughs that stumbled from the kitchen.

Yep, this was Y/N, his best friend.

He could not be prouder.

He chuckled to himself when a young man dragged himself out of the kitchen, the sound of the door closing slipping through the distorted cacophonies that coiled Y/N’s head. He had flour embellishing his sweater and apron in thick patches - almost swathing the thick blush of embarrassment that clawed up his neck - and held a whisk dejectedly in his hand, bare of any batter.

“This is why I order Postmates…” Y/N scratched the back of his ear, a puff of flour sheathing one last cough all Chan could do was stare at Y/N with a fond smile, a playful eyebrow arched on his tanned skin. A giggle almost burst through Chan’s simper, but he held it in, thinking that Y/N has been through more than enough first-hand embarrassment for the day.

“And this is why I keep you away from anything that doesn’t say 10 and under on the box.” Chan frayed Y/N’s hair, disregarding the huff that pushed past the younger’s pout. “So what step are you on?”

“I just finished laying everything out.” Y/N hummed as they both trotted into the kitchen, a sheath of white covering most of the granite countertops.

“Let’s get this started.” Chan tried to hide his laughter when Y/N’s lips still jutted out, a pout etched on his features and the embers of embarrassment convulsing under his skin. He barely held back a grin when Y/N leaned his head on his shoulder, the memories of their late nights and study sessions shining in his mind, and their conversations about absolutely nothing playing back in his head with the symphonies of bliss and devotion.

Y/N resting his head on Chan’s shoulder was his tiny habit, and the older’s guilty pleasure. How his calm breaths dissipated into the air of comfort clinging to them, or how his eyelashes would strum faint melodies of grace whenever his eyes fluttered in his sleep. Every night they spent together, Chan would always whisper sweet nothings to the four walls of Y/N’s room, mantras of words that he wished he could say to the person beside him that helped him realize what it meant to love someone - whether they notice it or not. If the walls could live, their hearts would melt from the euphonies of Chan’s unadulterated affection.

“So we’re gonna do the dry stuff first, okay?”

“Alright.” Y/N nodded, such an innocent smile on his face that fueled the flames of ardency that writhed around them.

With Chan’s help, and thanks to his possession of something called intelligence, they were able to get through baking ‘kind of’ smoothly, and not burn down anything in the process.

“Y/N!!! THE SUGAR NOT THE SALT!”

“WHY DO THEY LOOK THE SAME!?”

Emphasis on ‘kind of’...

With an exasperated slam of the oven door, they sighed and leaned against the kitchen island, now marred with stray drops of batter and some chocolate chips that Y/N dropped while sneak-eating them. They shared an easing breath together, chuckles lining their lips and happiness pulsing in their chests.

“Yay! We’re done!” Chan picked up a batter-covered whisk that laid beside him, a mischievous glint intermixing with the sparks of joy dancing in his dark, entrancing eyes. “So what do I get for not letting you die for the millionth time?” He whipped around to Y/N, who jumped up onto the kitchen counter, his legs swaying softly to the arias of their harmonizing heartbeats, a laugh stifled into his sweater sleeves.

“You get to pick which side of the couch you sit on.” Y/N tilted his head to the side with a playful smirk, jerking back when Chan taps him on the nose with the whisk, surprise clouding his senses. “You know what? Imma choose Infinity War just so I can see you wallow in pain.” Y/N trailed off with a giggle, his crossed eyes following the line Chan drew from the bridge of his nose down to the tip, a thick line of batter adorning his skin. “Stop it!”

Flurries of laughter took off within the kitchen, bouncing off the tan walls as Y/N lunged for the whisk, nothing on his mind except revenge. He tried his best to swipe at the whisk clutched loosely in Chan’s hand, but the older was significantly taller and way too strong for him. With one soft shove, Y/N was sent stumbling back-first to the fridge, the gelid metal searing into his palms and clawing into his back.

“No fair…” Y/N crossed his arms with a huff, a pout engraved onto his lips. His eyes followed Chan’s hand as he set the whisk down on the counter beside them. The older’s own gaze, though, never left Y/N’s eyes - and how the warm ivory of the kitchen light was caught in them, the sparks of joy still writhing happily. The same ones that danced in his stare the first time they met, the first time they hung out, and the first time they traveled beyond the horizon of their small town together. Y/N never changed, and neither did the force that drew Chan to the embodiment of everything that made his cheeks burn and his heart blaze with an uncontrollable fury: the young man trapped between his arms.

With the silence draped over their bodies and seeping into their breaths, Chan had the thoughts of his boundless love sent careening to the front of his mind, nothing else to distract him from the untold truth beating at his skull for the past four years. He threw his head back with a sigh, the fingers resting on his wrist loosening his tongue for the words that hung on the tip of it.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” The younger cocked his head to the side, a curious smile gracing his features, the smell of flour caking his skin and embedding into his clothes blocked out by the euphoric haze clouding his senses.

“I…” Chan took a deep breath, fishing out the feelings that welled deep within his ocean. “I like you… Like a lot. It’s just everything about you - even the little things. Like how you smile in the face of every single thing that comes your way, or the way you light up whenever we hang out. The way you don’t change for a single person and are so, so, so special, in every way…” The whole house suddenly rose degrees hotter, the floors under them bursting up in flames of devotion, and the heat surging beneath their cheeks making the silence between them combust into choruses of their adoration. “I-”

Y/N hushed Chan with the whisk that was laying on the counter beside them, his face inching closer when he tossed it onto the floor, ignoring everything except for his best friend’s lustrous, dark eyes and his magnetic grin.

Their lips interlocked into a seamless knot of devotion, their fingers slowly curling into each other’s skin when the pulses between their mouths grew faster. A crescendo of their low hums of elation and their deep breaths of absolute contentment burying into the back of their throats. Chan was waiting for this moment forever, the desire to feel the touch of his best friend wander along his skin for more than just a brief moment, and for the sweet flavour of Y/N’s lips to amalgamate with his, the secrets that were clenched tightly to his chest to wither away in the radiant presence of a new type of love with limitless bounds.

Their lips moved together in a languid harmony, tender and unrushed, and as Chan tightened his arms around Y/N’s waist and brought their chests closer, the firestorm of admiration writhing between them seeped into their hearts - burning brighter with every velvety touch spread among their bodies and burying under their clothes.

They both pull back, a reluctance lingering through the desperate grips they had on each other. Chan’s hands absentmindedly meandered across Y/N’s hips and submerged under the waves of fabric swathing his torso, his yearning fingertips trailing up his back. Pools of molten amity were forged under their passionate touches, hands weighing heavy on their air, and their breath caressing their red-margined smiles.

Words did not need to be said, the light forged from their loving gazes telling them all they need to know - all they want to know. That was until Chan leaned in again, his lips on the brink of melding with the younger’s, and his tongue on the threshold between his teeth.

“Wh-” Y/N tried to stifle a laugh when Chan instantly raised his head to the younger’s nose, tracing small pecks all the way down the bridge - kissing away the batter lingering on his skin. “Netflix?” Y/N nodded towards the couch in the other room, thoughts of the man whose arms were entangled around his body tainting his head.

“Netflix…” Chan sighed in relief when arms draped around his neck, a radiant smile adorning his best friend's lips.

They stumbled toward the couch, fingers loosely intertwined together - as if they would lose each other in the galaxies of their gazes if they were to let go.

Moments into the movie, they already started drifting off to each other, Y/N enveloped in Chan’s limbs, and the blanket that once covered their intertwined legs had fallen to the ground, laying forlornly in the torrid presence of the admiration that finally dislodged themselves from the crevices of their thoughts.

“Somehow, this feels more natural than before…” Chan let a sigh of comfort roll amply off his tongue, his breath kneading into Y/N’s shoulder as his lips tenderly traced Y/N’s skin.

“Maybe because we kissed for like, a solid ten minutes.” Y/N eased further into the embrace wound around him. “Wanna make it even easier?” He tilted his head back, his grin instantly met with a pair of lips yearning for the sweetness that always lined his tongue. Fingers traced his jawline, and slack palms fell to his chest - cherishing touches cradling the flames of adoration festering beneath their skin. “Feel better?”

“Much better…” Chan whispered through their parting lips. “I-”

“Do you smell toast?” Both of their heads shot up to Y/N’s question, the fumes of dying flames burning their senses.

“What- THE COOKIES!”

“Oh, SHIT!”

They scramble off the couch and bolt towards the kitchen, love-struck gazes reluctantly ripped from one another, and raked to an ashen stream of smoke billowing from the oven.

‘Guess cuddles have to wait.

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𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimingladiator au x (female: Aria)

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Fights between gladiators were the biggest show in Macedoria, the wealthiest city in the Greek empire. Among them they stood out a handsome and strong young man who had no rival. Park Jimin was the most acclaimed for both genders. A spectacular adonis with inhuman beauty. After a brutal fight with the Empress’ brother, she decides to reward him for his warlike achievements, giving him the opportunity to choose whatever he wishes. Jimin is clear and points to the sweet bridesmaid of the Empress.

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut., offender au, fluff, angst, one shot.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 7 k

𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abuse, fights, very violence, blood, sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, half-naked, naked, muscles, biceps, cumshots, false rape, hard sex, domination.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: This story is in the process of writing, the more likes before I upload it. Give a lot of love to the future story !!

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Blood mixed with sand in a battle for the approval of the monarch, this is how the gladiators of Macedonia fought. For his homeland and for satisfying the great emperor Namjoon. The crowd shouted euphorically at such violent acts. That hot afternoon would be marked in history, great for the battle of the millennium, the fight between the general of armies and the great gladiator Park Jimin. The Empress’s brother was a warrior who was tanned in a thousand battles but had nothing to do with the cheetah agility of the great Park. On numerous occasions, I caught my mistress covering her eyes when the gladiator crashed her sword against the metal armor of being James. Mr. Namjoon was another world seemed to be. My lord screamed and exhaled loudly through his mouth when the metallic sounds of the swords reached the monarch box.

“By the gods, how can there be people who like these shows so violent?” I commented to myself as my palm stuck to my chest. My mouth ajar before such a barbaric spectacle. Many times I implore my lady that she will not force me to see the struggles between humans. But since I was only her company lady, she sent me to shut up and I sat next to her. It belonged to one of the best linked in all of Macedonia. The status of my family was envied by many beggars. And yet, I had tied a woman as if my blood was that of a simple maid.

The crowd shouted an excited howl when the great Park finally knocked down my lady’s brother. I rolled my eyes and rested my chin on my chin, I blew the most vulgar. Despite being surrounded by wealthy noblemen and wealthy soldiers, they looked like wild animals when the vein of the struggle was dilated before the blood in battle. I will never applaud such unheard of acts.

Ser James arrived at the sword against Park Jimin with a heavy blow to his pechal armor. The chestnut did not make a single sound, not even moved a span. He screamed and attacked Ser James. Despite having her brown hair stained with sand and grime, she couldn’t deny that the reflection of her strands with the sun was a delightful sight to repair. He was strong, with good arms and muscular legs that widened when he crushed his feet to the ground. He had eyes so penetrating that many said he had the ability to read minds. Not to mention the bulo that his dark irises resucitarian the Rowing himself. They were cheap exaggerations but every legend has some truth and I must admit that this man was the most precious sculpture I had seen in my short twenty years. More than once I had caught whispering my servants over the majestic lips I had. Fleshy and pink perfect to drive crazy who will try them. And I could have if I wanted to, because Park Jimin was an adonis made flesh but also a cheeky and a bad spoken.

I still remember the day, in the main square, when I went for a walk with my company ladies. We met the barbarian in a wildflower stand. The very imprudent approached me as if she were one of my maids and asked me for a kiss. To me! Holy Zeus, I still notice the fever in my cheeks. But the thing did not end with that horrible episode. Another day, I found him in the hallways of the palace while I went to my lady’s quarters. Not satisfied with the florist scene as soon as he recognized me he insisted again. I try to persuade myself by saying beautiful and delicate words in my ear. I pushed him and claimed him for disturbing my personal space. Not content with my disgust I take the audacity to hit a spank in my ass. Park Jimin is the most unpleasantly self-centered person who steps on these lands, and not a donkey sinner if he admitted that of the seven seas.

“Bravo! Bravisimo!” my lord’s wings woke my lady from her trance. The moment the emperor got up, everyone in the square did it with him. They were almost forced to give Park Jimin a good round of applause. I for one could not disagree more. My lady watched with her neck stretched as servants entered the arena and carried her brother, now unconscious, in a cart. All eyes were on the man who waved the sword in the air. Some cheered him. Others sang to him. And a few took their traumatized children. “Come here my champion! Please honor us with your presence!”

He, delighted that his lord filled him with such words of pride. He did not have seconds to approach the box and stick a knee in the sand as a sign of respect. I rolled my eyes, the paripe acted as a prize. He should leave the office of gladiator and dedicate himself to acting in the theater of the Colosseum.

“Get up! Get up!” My emperor asked sharply. Park Jimin obeyed immediately. He stood up showing agility in combat. I hear the heated screams of the maids at my back when the great brazen disengaged the armor and it fell to the ground showing his chest and abs cracked like stone. My lady even covered an excited gasp with her glove. Everyone remained silent waiting for the emperor to finish speaking. “My beloved, how should we compensate for your skill?”

My lady rose from her throne of stone girded with blankets and luxurious fabrics.

“As a reward for such skills and as a reward for having so skilfully defeated my brother. I grant him a universal petition. You can ask for what you most want and we …” I observe her husband with a smile of superiority for his position. “ .. we will grant you what you ask. ”

I paid the same attention as everyone. I was certainly surprised. Never in all the years of history of the gladiatorial struggle had those privileges been granted. Of course, that conceited smiled satisfied. He brought his hands to his hair darker than chocolate and slipped back with his fingers. Clearing his forehead. Letting the drops of sweat that pearl his face go down the column of his neck and end up below his pants. Swallow unconsciously. I take out my tongue and pass it through his lower lip. He seemed to taste what he would say next. There was some boldness in his eyes that yelled at me that I had chosen his desire. I attached my back to the back when he made a brief but decisive eye contact with me.

“I want one night with Aria Taris.”

The screams of the public soon rang in the colosseum. My mind was confused in the middle of a labyrinth with tortuous indecipherable paths. The unwanted part of my head was still wondering if it was true what my ears and those of hundreds of civilians had heard. His sinful smile was the ordeal of my good patience. Supporting me with the golden arms of my big armchair I jumped up. Many looks were put on my person, but it was one in particular that cast my patience.

“Do you think I’m an object, a fighter?” My father is part of the divine council of the emperor. Really, I hope you are playing a heavy joke. ”I complained, in my neutral tone. Trying not to exceed the limits of my good manners. What I lacked now, show in front of many rich insolvent how much I had bothered his stupid amendment. Of course, when he pronounced the word fighter sharply, the smile deepened on his face. They could correct me as many times as they wanted but for me it was that. A brute and animal. A dirty fighter.

“Is that what you want, Gran Park?” The emperor spoke after my speech. Granting you the possibility of making sure your order. In short, I was indirectly asking him to reconsider his wish. My father was my lord Namjoon’s best friend, of course the news had fallen in a vase of cold water. I am already materializing the vein protruding from my father’s neck. I strongly stretched the spine of my throat. Then a winning smile stood out through my lips dressed in red carmine. Park Jimin reached out to comb his hair. I could practically hear the sound of their muscles as they contracted because of the penetrating silence of the spectators. His tongue rubbed his lower lip with delight, leaving the part moist and bright with reflections of the intensity of the sun. Park Jimin looked like a mirage from a story. The reflection of a paradise full of water in the middle of a desert. But that did not take away the egocentric personality.

“It’s what I want, my cesar.”

“But you’ll be insole …”

“Shut up my lady.” My lady ordered in a decisive tone. “If it is what my gladiator wants, it will be his tonight.”

Jimin bowed. The coliseum burned in euphoric screams. My body fell silent against the chair. Desolate to the betrayal of my own friend. From my emperor. They had given me as if it were a toy. But without a doubt, the most painful knife was that of my father’s acceptance. My beloved father The man who raised me wisely when my mother died of an upset side.

My sandals went up my ankles until I finished in small swirls in my twins. My father had forced me to wear the best dress I had. The white cloth and gold belt that accentuated my waist and highlighted my breasts. The maids had left me alone watching my features painted in black ink and blood red. I saw my childhood pass before my eyes. Soon the glass was filled with imaginary shapes and silhouettes. As a child, I used to play near the pond in my garden. I liked to see the infinite colors that decorated the scales of our tents. Beautiful rainbows that gave the crystal clear water an unusual color. As an infant, I gave them names and pretended they were my friends. We talked for hours, even days. Until a little boy took me out of my fantasy world. He never told me his name. All he knew about his identity was that he was the gardener’s son. An elderly and fat man who took care of the garden of tulips and lilies that decorated the wild roads. I never admitted it but that kid with skirts like balloons and a facial smile was my first love.

Where will you be, smile boy?

A melancholy smile decorated my lips. He always caught me when I jumped near mud puddles. I scolded saying they were very expensive suits and that I should take care of them. I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was play and explore the world. Life takes many turns. One day you may be jumping freely through the garden and the other forced to open your legs towards the most despicable man in the world.

“Smile, my girl.” You must impress the Great Park.

I circled my eyes when my father repeated his sentence again.

“That beggar does not deserve or thank you.”

“Aria.” My father’s severe tone stole my attention. “You should know that if Tonight Park Jimin doesn’t ask you to marry, the family’s reputation will be ruined. Please be kind.”

How to forget the tradition more often in these times of strong winds. Every lady should know from her first period that women had a fine cloth inside their bellies that could only be broken once. That did not prevent the consensual sexual act. If your male decided to snatch your virginity you should consider his loyalty. I still remember the scandal of the Demeter family, his daughter, the youngest, contracted the act of making love with a rich nobleman who was dedicated to fuck any woman who opened her legs for him. Poor Sofi was enthralled before her marine eyes and fell into her nets. Two weeks later, Sofi’s father went to look for Marco to meet him with a prostitute wallowing through the sheets. Poor Sofi had to go to a convent because no man wanted her off the hook. I knew my father’s fear because I also processed him. Rumors of tonight’s events would be the main theme in the discussions in the city square.

Mounted in a carriage of white horses led by a man who had sent that insipid fighter. He had the honorable detail of sending for me. He must have sensed that the agreed time was not going to be respected. He had sinned for disregarding his cunning and malice. I could not know the exact time that my journey to his mansion lasted, whether it was minutes or hours, time seemed to pass slowly, being punished by the gods. Hook the nails to the padded backrest when the carriage stopped. The door opened and the air removed the protruding curls from my braid.

“Lady.” The man reached out to help me down, but I picked up the skirts of my dress and came down elegantly. I dismissed his help but the man said nothing about it.

Two more men stood in front of the large wooden door. As soon as they saw me they opened the entrance, leaving the leafy garden in view of my horny eyes. Overwhelmed by the delirious beauty of wild flowers, I dragged my feet, letting myself be carried away by the fragrant perfume that rose through my nostrils. Hypnosis ceased as soon as the doors closed. I fell from the Olympus of my memories landing in reality. The doors of the house were opened by a maid. The girl should not have many years of bedtime but enough to work. My finger touched a sheet of tulip before walking towards the house. I am not going to lie. I was shaking from head to toe. The sound of my sandals by the marbles that covered the floor tipped my skin. But a great painting let my love for art unravel me a little. It must be a Taehyung of Troy. I frowned as I extended a hand and stroked the dial. How is it possible that a simple fighter had a piece as valuable as that? Moreover, how is it possible that his taste is so exquisite and delicate when he engages in acts of violence?

“The abstract nuances are magnificent, don’t you think, honey?” A voice gasped behind me. Both security and insight was what gave him away. He did not need to face it because his grave bell was unique. Park Jimin stood by my side in no time. Intentionally brushing my bare shoulder with his white robe. He wore his classic satisfied smile. A pretty refined hairstyle to match her gold band. He was dressed so elegant that no one guessed the low origin of his being.

“I am surprised that you have a Trojan Taehyung, being one of the most expensive authors in Macedonia. Tell me, when did you steal it?” Park Jimin, the great conqueror of hearts, could not help but respond with a short laugh. My heavy joke far from bothering him seemed to have pleased him. Although, it was a question cataloged as daring, if I was curious inside to know how I had obtained the privilege of getting it.

“There are many things you don’t know about me, puppy.”

I turned my neck sharply but found no one. His white cloth disappeared through an arched door. I followed quickly. How did he know the affectionate nickname my father called me when I was little?

The large hall was matching its large anteroom. A rectangular table in the middle of the room. Two large burning candles in the middle of the tablecloth, splitting the table in two. There were two plates positioned at each end. Two golden glasses of fine origin and bowls to overflow with bread, exotic fruits and the occasional aromatic candle distributed so as not to overshadow the appetizing smell of meat. Veal with stone-roasted potatoes. My taste buds began to salivate without realizing it. My stomach roared in response. Since the disgust of the colosseum he had not tasted a bite. What lay ahead was the temptation made mirage.

“Sit down and let’s talk.” He offered with his biggest innocent smile. I raised my chin to the height of his mouth. He ran the chair and pointed kindly. Squinting I sat down. He circled the table and took his seat, so that we were facing each other. No escapes possible. Being able to perceive the reactions of the other. He took his cup and placed it high before drinking. My hands that were on my lap squeezed my kneecap as soon as I stretched my neck to drink backwards. His adam nut was moving as the liquid lowered. The glorious sight of his milky neck came to my eyes. When he returned to his position, he licked his lips to clean any wine. His lips stained a more intense color for the freshly savored drink.

“Why did you want me to come?” The question of the night was put on the table. I slid my palms across the tablecloth without touching the plate. I wanted to sneak the sweat off my hands. Park Jimin stopped smiling, for the first time all night and since I met him, he had run out of words. Satisfaction sweetened the mouth of my stomach. I brought the glass of wine to my lips as a reward for my ingenuity. I smiled mighty feeling like Caesar himself.

“It is not obvious?”

The metal brushed my lips when I stopped. I left the cup on the table before frowning.

“I asked for a night with you.” Do I need to go into details, my lady? ”His mockery collapsed the pillars of my self-esteem. Leaning back, he leaned his elbow in the back with grace as he raised an eyebrow. A cramp went down my stomach until it ran into the lower part of my belly. I squeezed my thighs inertia. He had claimed me as his. My most profane fears had come alive. After tonight it would be nothing more than the harlot who was raved by a whim. My hand threw itself against the gold cup. I brought it to my lips as fast as I could to reduce the dryness of my mouth.

“I don’t know why I thought all this was my punishment for making fun of you all these months.” I bragged, while swallowing the alcohol hard. Closing my eyes when the wine filled my stomach. Alcohol was the only thing that kept me from getting down and crying. “But you’re just a damn filthy man who takes advantage of my situation.”

The vessels were thrown to the ground when Park Jimin in an outbound start rose. His fist hit the table, breaking down the few things left standing. The tremor hit my abdomen but I did not allow it to notice. Standing full length waiting for you to speak. Let him answer. It will insult me. Anything but look at me with those eyes so intimidating.

“To my rooms,” he commanded.

As I could I stood up, remembering the coordination of my legs I followed. More fearful than ever. I knew what was coming now. I began to reproach myself for the donkey it had been. To bite the snake tongue that had got me into this problem. He should have let him get drunk until he lost consciousness. Because maybe, I could not have silenced the malicious mouths but had left with pride intact. Time escaped between my fingers. Without being able to avoid it, a tear low down my cheek. I began to pray to all my gods to decide to change my mind. But it was a waste of time since when he opened his door he pointed me inside. His eyes injected into something that deciphers as anger. I bowed my head and accepted my destiny.

The door closes suddenly.

“Go to bed.” I order roughly.

Clutching my dress skirts I obey her verbal threat. Perhaps, if he followed his orders, he would treat me delicately. A white object stood out among the leather sheets. When I verified what it was, my skirt fell suddenly.

“Is it still your favorite flower?” His question shook my vein of longing. A white lily with a short bouquet. The taste of my tears went from bitter to bittersweet. I caught the stem with my fingers to hold it high. Touch the bump with a smile. “I told you I would come back, puppy.”

“You …” with a trembling voice, I turned suddenly. Park Jimin watched me melancholy with his back against the wall. I looked at the flower again and then I realized. Your facial smile His predominant lips. The ability to make me angry with just one gesture.

Boy smile.

“But how…”

“When my father got sick and we left I could not say goodbye to you. I gave a letter to your father even knowing that you would never receive it. I was just a poor child with big dreams. You would never notice someone like me so I did not get frustrated when your father returned the letter to me. I knew it was the best for you, that’s why I left. ”

“Why didn’t you tell me, that time at the florist?” The flower fell to the mattress when I approached slowly. Jimin dodged my gaze leaving her somewhere in the window’s night landscape. I touch my overwhelmed chest. God, I should have noticed. It all took me back to my first love. To my first heartbreak. My first disappointment.

“Would you have listened to me?”

I looked down when he alluded to eye contact. Of course not, I would surely have ignored him.

“I know that cornering you this way was not very noble, I just wanted you to know.” Tearing a sad tone of voice, he moved towards the exit with his head down. His beautiful fingers sticking to the wooden door. “You can go, I will tell Gaspar to take you back home.” I watched the door with longing, however, there was something I longed for most. Jimin followed every move he made, however slight it seemed. My foot was suspended halfway, without crossing the exit. I really didn’t know that I was stopping, but a deep-seated impulse yelled at me to stay. “For the rumors, don’t worry, I’ll personally take care to shut up every mouth that speaks ill of you.”

“Jimin …” I whispered drowning in my own voice. His eyes watched me intrinsically, the darkness of his pupils was so intimidating that he immediately disconnected our eyes. I didn’t know what had been the cause of my unknown anguish. My lips needed to pronounce his name, for strange reason. The bitter need for something you know you should not do but, nevertheless, you do. Jimin induces a wet sound in his throat when he enters nervous saliva. I detailed from the tips of his feet, in brown leather sandals, to the top of his white robe. I was afraid that the captivating curiosity of my control would get more spicy and that map will end up by its strong figure. His hands clenched into strong fists, my eyes were mesmerized by the veins around his exquisite skin. Those life tubes that were marked along his forearm ending at the beginning of his scraped knuckles. In the gladiatorial fights I had taken the privilege of admiring his naked torso, his muscular legs in every jump, and yet I had never taken the privilege of observing his milky hands that surely they should do many things.

“Aria.” Hoarse and needy, Park Jimin caused a strong chill in the lower part of my belly. Still with the attention on his majestic human marks, alluding to how much his dominant gaze intimidated me. Risking me to look like a shameless girl, I slid my eyes to the exponential skin of her neck. A column so strong and consistent, decorated with a restless Adam’s nut every time he swallowed. Red lines marked one end of his neck, I deduced from the asymmetrical perfection that was due to the razors. I bit my tongue when improper thoughts of my pure mind began to marty me with images of a Jimin busy in the mirror, preparing to be more handsome than ever. The fingers of her hand combed her majestic blond hair back, clearing her wonderful forehead. I diverted my eyes a second to his brown hair. The softness that emanated was lost and not found. Used to seeing it filled with dirt by the hustle and bustle in the sand, washing was a spring for a thirsty. Jimin was sin reincarnated into man. A needy exhale stroked her lips as if she had run out of breath. My eyes flicked the innocent eyelashes in his direction, but Jimin did not return my gesture because he had been busy running through my body. Stopping in places where my scented skin was exposed. His tongue licked his lips when they rested on the bones of my collarbone. Sinking my stomach from the feeling so suffocating. At the moment, that Park Jimin returned his eyes to mine, I separated my lips unconsciously. Jimin had looked at me in many ways, but never as dark as that.

“So hard to understand, Aria.” You never let me guess how much you thought. ”His voice lashed out at my flushed cheeks. A hoarse laugh escaping from the bottom of his throat. At this point, my stomach was being mistreated by the flutter of my imaginary butterflies. I slipped my sweaty palms over my white dress. Jimin fixed his gaze on my separate lips. So much play was making me nervous. I was always aware that my emotional control was very popular among the citizens of Macedonia. However, Jimin was the only person who managed to decipher my hidden gloom. When we were children, I never wondered why I cried, I guessed it and hugged me. But those innocent gestures did not resemble anything in front of him. There was something hidden in his words, a proposition so dark that my mouth soon opened when I understood.

“Why?”

Jimin relaxed his chest as he exhaled his mentholated breath through his mouth. I connect his eyes with mine. His final smile destroyed any purity in my body.

“Because I don’t know if you look at me like that because you want me to take you to my bed and fuck you or because you’re just so desperate that you want me to do it against the wall.”

I squeezed my thighs in response.

“I think it’s going to be better for me to go.” I breathed, a deep sigh that cut my breath. So tempting was his voice that the angel on my shoulder almost succumbs to his flattery. I don’t know if it was the duty to comply with social norms, or simply, the fear I had for not knowing what would happen if I dared to stay longer, I ran away down the hall. I grabbed the knob tightly and closed the door. I didn’t want him to follow me because he would end up falling and my pride couldn’t be so easily collapsed. Stopping in the middle of the deep hall, I paralyzed enormously when I heard the sound of the door opening. Turn absorbed, ignoring the consequences. Jimin shot out as soon as he saw me, so determined and so elated, that defenses fell as soon as he caught my lips and stamped me against the wall. There was so much despair in the movements of his mouth, his saliva tasted of longing, a new flavor that prompted me to move my lips. I gave myself the privilege of closing my eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensation of his lips quilting mine. The emotion of need rooted my body like a tsunami, the same feelings with our kiss when we were children, but with different sensations, the heat and sensuality bathed their actions. Letting me drag along his body, his expert hands crawled up my thighs and sat me on the window landing. My hands were disheveled, trapping their wild strands with each suggestive squeeze I gave on my ass. In a push needed, I bring his hip to mine. A trapped lump hit the cloth that covered my intimate area with too much need. Dragged by the sensations of heat, gemi when he repeated that movement.

“Let’s go to my room.” I plead, separating our mouths to recover some sanity. His breath warmed the skin of my lips, his red and swollen giving me a slight idea of my situation. I really don’t know if it was because I didn’t want his body heat to leave me or because I had dreamed of this for a long time, but when my fingers clenched his hair intensely, Jimin kissed me snatchingly again. He lifted my body with such skill, affirming his sweet palms on my butt that served as support and to give small squeezes when he accepted his tongue in my mouth.

I deposit my body on the fluffy feathers of the sheets. Spread my thighs so that I could get between them, new sensations that caused a groan full of approval on his part. He parted our lips letting our skins rub, one of his hands went up to the strip of my dress. Notice how the dark iris of his eyes returned to normal when tension dominated his body, separate his head from the sheets to trap his lips in a small wet kiss. My gesture gave him the suffocating security of lowering the fabric of my dress. He placed his knees on the mattress to untie the golden threads of my belt, on my side, I admired his excited cloud of pleasure with his hands stretched to the sides of my head. Lifting the pelvis from the mattress to help you. His pupils widened at the pale nakedness of my body, he tasted all that curve that was at his disposal. My cheeks dyed a deep red from the exposure, it was the first time a man saw my body without clothes, but the feeling did not retract me because I knew he would never judge me. He raised his hand to traverse the invisible line that marked my body, stroking my neck in descending movements, the small space between my chest and the sinuous curve of my navel.

“Lovely.” I whisper, before being overwhelmed with a kiss full of lust. Wet and splashing sounds ringing through that alcove heated by the fireplace. I made a fist by welcoming a mountain of sheets when he parted his lips to wander them through my jaw, his tongue skilfully traversed the bone. A kiss on my neck was enough for agitated moans to flow through my lips. His hands climbed the sheets to crush mine. A feeling of helplessness running through my understanding when I wanted to stroke the strands of her hair. He went down on a sinful path, biting at all times to mark me as his. I stood up startled when her breathing bounced with the skin of my chest, I returned to the mattress when her hands held my arms.

“Jimin …” Gemi, splashing a gasp ecstatic by the new sensation. I kiss my skin with a chaste innocent gesture, near my hardened nipple. My legs opened almost completely, alluding to my need to feel him closer. Finally, I end my torture. He pulled out his expert tongue to lick my button, leaving a thread of saliva too insinuating. One of his hands left my trapped wrist to pat my virgin breast, a suggestive squeeze that would cause delusions full of pleasure. He moved to the other when he was served, kissing, stroking, his fingers curled around my nipple to stimulate him. Coming down the skin with all confidence came through small affectionate kisses to my navel, introduced his avid tongue to blow air through his mouth. Believing that his task had been terminated, I could not be more wrong, because later, I continued going down until the impression I tried to get up. His hand acted quickly, resting my palm on my belly to lay me down.

“Quiet.” I whisper, in little hot kisses in the area of my lower belly. His hot lips making faithful contact against my bristling skin, the shame caused me to cover my eyes when he placed his head between my legs. A hoarse laugh hit that exposed area, my cheeks burning intensely under my palms. “Relax, Aria. You’ll like it a lot, I promise.”

Previously, I was not aware of the immense pleasure that a muscle as small as the tongue could provide. The sensation of his skillful tongue against my little flower was the most exciting I could have ever felt. One of my hands ran to grab the sheets, a moan needed callus from my lips. Jimin delighted attentively to my reactions, being a spectator of the way his tongue came out of his mouth to lick another strip of my little hill. My neck fell back collapsed when he left those previous games aside to give way to suction on a red button in the first position. Tasting my body as if it were her favorite dessert, tasting places I had never imagined having. However, my head kept yelling at me that I needed more, a loud lunge for something more than his tongue came to me in fleeting bursts. As if my thoughts were written on the sheets, Jimin used his finger to rub the red button he had been licking, my hands clenched the sheets intensely when one of his fingers interfered with my virgin abujero. At this point, my eyes had been sealed by the endless contractions. However, the complete delirium did not come until two fingers together to slide them slowly. I gasped, drowned in my own breath. On the other hand, Jimin admired how his fingers were engulfed by my dripping jewels, moving him with overwhelming skill and determination. I screamed when a choking knot began to inflate my belly, Jimin licked again with his tongue instantly. My hand walked alone to my legs, piercing the strands of her soft hair, forming a slight fist to bring it closer to my area. A pleased growl bounced off my folds, that was the end of my torment. The knot was undone in small spasms shaking my chest. With my eyes parted with fatigue I saw Jimin separate from my sex. His padded lips stained with my own essence lie his agitated chest and his dilated gaze reacted to my state. Tightening his expression, he undid the knot of his golden belt by pulling on his robe to make way for his nakedness. His sculpted abs, his collarbone marked as a Greek sculpture, his thighs bent with adoration, no doubt, was a Greek god made flesh. My eyes were paralyzed on his huge cock raised with pride, long and thick with the pink tip, my fingers wanted to try to touch it but I was too tired by my recent release.

“You have come in my mouth, precious. Now, let me come, but elsewhere.”

Climbing up my body while catching me with a wild look, I wandered with his pupils as if he were his adored prey. I didn’t take my eyes off his cock until his mouth burned my lips. I bring my hands to my tense thighs to accommodate at will, removing myself uncomfortably when I notice the presence of his cock hitting my inner thigh. I was nervous, I could not deny it even if I wanted to, I had heard some spicy conversation from my service, they had said it hurt, that even if the woman did not relax her flower she could bleed. A small brush of my nose on my cheek wakes me from the trance, I see concern in his eyes. He brings his hands to my wrists to place mine on his formed back, alluding to the fact that if at some point I felt uncomfortable sinking into his flesh without fear. But the feeling of anguish did not abandon my thoughts, my tense legs and my trembling shoulders betrayed me.

“Everything that happens tonight is not going to get out of here, I swear to you by the gods. Just give me a chance to express everything I love you, let me love you, precious.” His sweet breath wetting the shell of my ear. His voice magically penetrating inside me, growing until it reaches my agitated heart. I turned my face to delight in the brightness of his wild eyes, pulling a hand away from his back, stroking his cheek and sticking his mouth to mine in a light kiss, unhurried but full of love. My rhythm continued with all the tranquility of the world, so slow and so sensual at the same time that my body, little by little, was relaxing before his touch, enjoying the circular caresses that I drew on my thighs. When the tension left my limbs, Jimin got the signal he needed to culminate with our passion. It hurt, much more than any unhealthy blow he had received before. Notice how the walls of my uterus tightened around his cock, sliding with the help of my flows for my previous release, but he was so understanding, he didn’t care how much he wanted to move his hips, he just worried about my comfort, kissing me to stop thinking about the pain and focus on the immense pleasure it would give me. Scratching a descending path down his back as my neck lifted so as not to lose his ecstatic expression.

“Move, please.” I exclaimed, in a small plea as a tear came down my cheek. Jimin, he frowned doubting my sanity, he didn’t want to hurt me. But we had already spent too much time in that attitude and my body demanded more, much more. I caught his lip with his teeth to incite him, under his lips to mine to cover my groans in his first thrust. My nails sank anxiously at the sensual movement of his pelvis. The soft lunges soon became wild at the stimulation of my needy groans. Privileging my beloved flower of such pleasure that I no longer control myself, I began to scream ecstatic when their movements had no control. The pain continued undoubtedly but it passed to a secondary character overshadowed by his kisses through my collarbone.

“You take me so well, you’re so sweet and tight. I love you …”

A stifling scream came out in an involuntary movement when I placed a finger to caress my battered button intensely. His mouth traveled to mine thirsty for saliva, kissing me with unbridled lust that left me at his mercy. I covered my groans with his tongue but he didn’t seem to care, he preferred my taste rather than my cries of beggar. He rose suddenly to place himself on his knees. His gaze didn’t leave mine as he fucked me harder, his playful finger pressing the button with suggestion. My appearance must be a complete disaster, my mouth half open, my chest bouncing for every lunge and my hair scattered on the pillows, but he seemed not to want to lose a single detail. My hip was raised when I placed his hands on my back and lifted my lower part with simplicity. Going deeper into this wonderful position, I closed my eyes when the knot reappeared under my belly, he didn’t have much left, I felt it in the hardness of his limb and in the urgency of his thrusts. Defectively depriving his member of disappearing within me so as not to culminate so soon.

“Come on my cock, baby.” Come on, bathe her with your peach juices. ”He growled, ecstatic at the sensation, collapsing his head back as he attacked rudely. The bright column of his neck was the stimulus I needed to drown in my second sea of perdition. The knot was undone again while my stomach urged violent ups and downs. The feeling of emptiness reached my dizzy body when, without warning, he pulled his cock from inside me to masturbate with need on my stomach, a whitish liquid came out of his limb bathing my belly, filling the navel that he had kissed before. Later, his body crushed mine when he passed out for pleasure, not caring about getting wet from his own pleasure. Taking the momentum necessary to lie beside me, bend one arm under your head and draw me with the other towards your chest. His agitated voice sounded like the god himself. “Do you still like summer?”

“It’s warm.” I replied, after catching my breath. Overcast by a suffocating confusion from such a strange occurrence.

“Then you won’t mind getting married in our garden.”

Expanding his eyes and I surprised him with his hands on his chest.

“Is that your hint to ask me to get married, Park Jimin?” He snorted, drawing naked caresses along the curves of his abs. His belly shakes, contracting his muscles when he laughs. A sound produced by the angels themselves.

“No, that’s the way I have to ask you to be my wife for the rest of eternity.”

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