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Aletheia & Etterath

ChaCha Story Commissions.

Gahyeon x Male Reader ft. SuA

Tags: Romance, Lover’s Sex, Dreamcatcher, Gahyeon, SuA, Fluff, Melodrama

Wordcount: 11956

LAST PART OF THE SERIES

PART 1 - Aulasy & Kairoclerosis

PART 2 - Amour & Liaison

A/N: This is the last part of this series. Yey! I hope it's okay, I haven't written anything this technical before and I haven't written smut for more than a year. please do tell me how is it. It's not perfect but yeah.

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“Unnie, do you love me?” There’s just something that has always been both a blessing and a curse for me. People seem to think I am just a dumb pretty face who is unaware of anything around her—even my members always treat me like I'm a child.

However, the truth is, I know…

I observe and I always watch.

I know.

I just don't talk.

“Gahyeonie, of course, I love you.” She smiled caringly as she continued to wipe that iniquitous body of hers that I’m so jealous of—slender, sexy, toned, and petite so unlike my curvy voluptuous body. Well, despite my jealousy of her body and other things, I’m glad to have her, she loves me so genuinely like her own sister.

I love her too.

But I know…

She’s jealous of me too, and makes me so happy.

“Do you love him too?” She smiled again, but this time it was almost too bittersweetly. Bora-unnie opened her mouth and she didn't speak for a moment.

“Of course, I love him.” I know you. That was your true feelings, wasn't it?

“Every member loves him. He’s cute and he takes good care of you. There's no way we wouldn't love him.” That was true. She didn't lie, but it was far from her truth.

Nonetheless, I just tucked myself in the sheets and pretended to sleep. I just didn't know what to say to her or you so I held back. It wasn't before I felt her warm body beside me. It was Bora-unnie.

She's always been good to me. She always took good care of me. What's mine could have been hers, but she didn't take it. She gave you to me.

I always knew.

I saw it.

That spark in your eyes the first time you met her. Time must have slowed for you during those five seconds.

The way you listened intently to my stories, but you always had ears for things about her. You were always curious, but you never asked.

The way you glance over her reaction whenever they teased us of being lovers before.

The way she had always greeted you first. And was always there watching over us two.

You two always had an eye for each other.

It always felt like she wanted you.

And when you asked her about love.

When you said “I love you” to her.

I knew.

“Can’t fall asleep?” I heard Bora-unnie say. I thought it was for me, but then…

“Noona, what will happen from now on?” You answered her from my left side. I only noticed your presence then, maybe from all the thinking.

“I honestly don’t know,” Bora-unnie said as I felt her warm embrace engulf me, “she didn’t say it but I think she knows, but I’m too scared to ask.”

And I’m too scared to tell you two. Why didn’t I just wish the two of you to live happily? Why must you two hurt because of me?

“I’m happy and grateful for her tonight so I decided not to be greedy from now on. Tonight might happen again or not ever again but either way, I’m fine with it,” she continued as her hug tightened.

I’m the one who should be sorry for ruining something beautiful between the two of you. I’m sorry for being selfish, but I’m sorry because I don’t regret it.

“Whether she might decide to keep this sexual thing going or decide to acknowledge my feelings for you and let me share your relationship with the three of us or just bury it, I will not complain and do something.” I already did acknowledge it Bora-unnie, but the moment you surrendered him to me, that was when you already lost.

“After all, I already gave you up to her ever since that day, and it’s a decision I don’t wanna take back and regret,” she said lastly. The pain was apparent in her tone. Her hands that hugged me were shaking. You sighed, you were quiet, you were just listening, and I wish you had expressed your thoughts more, but as usual, you were reserved.

“So that’s it?” You said with a tone of acceptance and defeat.

“That’s it,” She agreed before breaking her hug and turning her back to drift to sleep.

I opened my eyes, only to be met by your sleeping face.

The face of the man that I love.

The man who I wish loved me as much I love him, but sadly I’m not confident.

What a player. It feels conflicting. I don’t plan on giving you up, but I’m not sure what these emotions are or what should I feel. You never cheated on me with her. You never did anything to compromise this relationship. You worked so hard to show your love for me, but whenever Bora-unnie is here, it always feels like you are chained to her, and she only pulls once, then you’ll leave me. I’m always at the mercy of her pity for me. Your words earlier still linger in my ear. I trust you and your words.

“I loved you but I love Gahyeon.”

“Thank you, but please wait for me… at least until I can make a decision”

That's what I said but then again,

I knew…

I would still choose you even if you don't.

And I wish,

You would choose me too.

The next day after that night was anticlimactic. It was awkward eating breakfast that morning. Everyone was quiet while eating the hotel room service food. It was a simple breakfast of toast, honey, butter, bacon, eggs, and coffee.

“This breakfast reminds me of Europe, we would eat this every day and I kinda missed the usual Korean breakfast after a while,” Gahyeon reminisced and you followed the conversation by asking about things about their tour while SuA stayed quiet, just listening to the two of you until breakfast was over. Gahyeon was weird today. She wasn’t doing that thing while she ate.

SuA excused herself, saying that she had an appointment and left you two alone.

“I’ll go now, Kids. Take care you two.” SuA said before she left. SuA looked rather down, she wasn’t being her usual mature and mischievous self. It felt like she had a problem she couldn’t share.

“Worried?” She asked you.

It became even more awkward when you and Gahyeon were left alone inside the room. No one dared to talk about what happened last night. It felt like there was a wall between the two of you and Gahyeon had a lump inside her throat that she couldn’t get out. She tried to smile but they were bittersweet. You wanted to say something to help her but there was nothing, as you were painfully aware of the fact that you were the reason.

“About what?” You answered back but you knew it was about SuA leaving so abruptly.

“I have no things to worry about.” You added as you smiled awkwardly.

Gahyeon stayed quiet after that and sat right beside you before locking hands with yours as she leaned onto your shoulders. She was clingy, refusing to let off your hand. It was comforting and reassuring, but it might be even a call for help from her.

“Do you wanna stay like this all day?” You opted to stay with her.

“No, I should visit my mom and dad. I haven’t seen them for so long,” She said and asked you to drive to her parent’s house. They haven’t seen her for so long you agreed.

The drive wasn’t any better. It was uncomfortably quiet with only the radio music filling the air. Thankfully, it played one Dreamcatcher’s song, and Gahyeon humming along with it made the atmosphere a little lighter. It was quite a long ride, but you survived.

Something was going on, and you were being kept in the dark. You knew it was about SuA. About what happened yesterday? It was not like you weren’t affected either. But you knew it was because of you, and you couldn’t do much.

“I love you,” you whispered before kissing her gently on the lips in front of her parents’ house. It was the only thing you thought you could do. A gentle kiss and the words she wanted to hear the most.

Gahyeon reciprocated with a peck of her own on your lips. She inched close, another on your cheek. Before whispering her reply to your words.

“I love you too.” This time the side of her lips raised as she was almost too drawn by the black hole in front of her. Three words and a kiss were the reassurance she deserved. She turned around happily to their house.

The night before, Gahyeon wished for you to express yourself more. Say that you wanted her as much as she wanted you. Reject Bora flatly, but instead, what she got was only you wondering and a last defeated line.

But this time, the saying of those three words and the kiss reassured Gahyeon of something. Something that made her feel less of a pitied woman and more of a chosen love.

Months have passed since then and it was like the hatchet was buried. The topic has never been talked about. Unsaid feelings and concerns were left unsaid, but you and Gahyeon continued to work on your relationship. It was like she didn’t have to bring it up, as you knew ever since that moment in front of her parent’s house—it was a testament to your feelings—it was all that was needed.

Today, there she was sitting on her chair. With that black dress’ fitting her, she would make every model in this world thankful that Gahyeon became an idol—it hugged her body tightly, proudly highlighting her gorgeous figure. Not just that, the French tips, the designer ring you gifted her, a scrunchy just in case, pink hair, and red lips, complete a date night look.

Gahyeon was a goddess.

Gahyeon no matter what she was wearing or even if she was wearing nothing at all, she would be the most beautiful girl in this world to you and many people. Today though, she was dressed extra special, just for you, and with that, you were thankful for being the one chosen by this goddess.

Gahyeon’s attention was all poured into the menu in front of her. She giggled as she looked at each page excitedly. Why wouldn’t she be excited? The meal was treated by you, and it was your second anniversary. You just stared at her, reminiscing all of the things that you two had gone through for the past year. From a rather peculiar deal after a one-night stand, a night for three naked bodies with the same girl you had a one-night stand with, and through all of that confusion and pain you had caused the girl in front of you, here you were celebrating this festive day.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m gonna melt,” she teased as she closed the menu and gestured for the waiter to take her orders before looking back at you. Gahyeon smiled naughtily as if she had concocted something mischievous inside her head.

She inched closer until there was only a few centimeters between you and her lips which made you instinctively close your eyes.

For a kiss, but you just heard giggling before you—

“Ahh! What was that?” you asked as you opened your eyes only to find the love of your life back at her seat with the same smirk she had earlier. You just caressed your forehead, trying to ease the pain of her attack.

“You looked too cute, I had to tease you.” Her laughs echoed into your ears—a symphony you would never get tired of. Sadly, that soon came to a halt as the waiter came to take the food order. Of course, the order was hers to decide alone, you had given her the privilege to do so on this special occasion.

She opted for a specialty dish, a whole pizza, a side of roasted potatoes, an assorted seafood dish, and pints of beer to keep the cold night warm.

“Yah, that’s too much, we can’t possibly finish all of that,” You said to her to which she replied with a pout, “Aish, you’re not planning on making me finish all of that?”

“Of course! It’s the man of the relationship's job to finish all the food his woman ordered.” Gahyeon pointed out before handing the menu to the waiter. There she goes, a typical girlfriend moves to use gender roles to get what they want.

The food didn’t take too long to arrive. And it also didn’t take any for you two to enjoy the feast in front of you.

“Here try this,” Gahyeon offered you a spoonful of the specialty dish she ordered which you gladly accepted shyly before she herself tried it. Whether she was sweet or she wanted to see how it tasted first, her mixed expression said it was both.

“How was it?” She asked and you just nodded. Gahyeon never was the kind to hide her affection. She didn't even try to hide the relationship from the media. For a while it became a headache for her management, but with time and effort, it all became fine. Now it is an open fact that Gahyeon from Dreamcatcher is dating a non-showbiz man.

“It’s delicious!” Gahyeon blissfully exclaimed after she took a bite. You smiled unknowingly while watching her—it looked like it was worth it to book this restaurant months earlier for this date. She was happy—the way she hummed as she ate was a testament to this.

“Don’t stuff yourself too much or you’ll end up complaining to me later that you gained weight,” you teased her as you too stuffed yourself with the delicious food. She glared at you—never mention gaining weight with someone who controls theirs for their job. An idol needs to always stay in shape after all—their almost impossible-like figures.

“I’m sorry.”

Time passed like that. You two passed bicker on to each other. Talking about all the mundane things. Just there, enjoying the company of each other.

The night has been perfect so far. The cold breeze was countered by the alcohol, delicious food alongside great conservation, and the reincarnation of beauty and kindness, your date Gahyeon has been nothing but lovely(also a teasing master), there was no reason to be unhappy.

“I said to stop staring at me like that.” She looked at you sourly, pretending to be annoyed at you.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t looking at you!” you retorted at her. “I was looking at that last piece of pizza.”

You took it, bit on it, and she looked like hell rose and her soul left her body.

“But, I was gonna take that last piece,” she dejectedly said as she pouted at you.

“Yah! You, we’re breaking up! You stole my pizza.” Gahyeon pointed her fork at you, threatening you with it.

“Come on now, fox, I’m sorry. Here take the piece.” You placed the pizza on her, but she just glared at you.

“But, you already took a bite!” She moved the piece back to your plate but you refused and placed it again on her plate.

“No! This is betrayal! Did you know wars started because of pizza!” Whelp, that was clearly an overreaction. Or maybe not, you made a mental note to search later which historical event she might be referring to.

For the second time, she returned the pizza. And by then you had already noticed other guests from the tables near you looking. Not that it was embarrassing you, but being a cause of distraction to other people was bad.

“Babe, I’m really sorry,” You apologized sincerely. “Look, we can order another pizza if you still want them. We can also take them as a takeout for later.”

“The next time, I promise I’ll ask you, if you want the food before I eat it, okay?” You held out your pinky, and she raised just her eyebrow and crossed her arms as you wiggled the finger in front of her.

“Hmm, k. You better order the same one!” Gahyeon hooked her finger onto yours and stood up. It all happened too fast and before you even knew it, her lips connected to yours, not caring if it was a public display of affection or if she could be photographed by a random fan.

You two had done it more than times you could ever count, but it was still as magical—her soft supple lips landing on yours, staining it with her red lipstick.

“Be ready, I think you’ll be on Dispatch tomorrow,” Gahyeon smirked as she disconnected her finger from yours and snatched the piece of pizza on your plate before she sat again and ate it. You will definitely be on Dispatch tomorrow after that, but this time, it won’t be a controversy but it is to report about Gahyeon’s successful relationship.

As for you, you shyly sat there—red as an apple after that scene straight out of a KDrama.

You shyly gestured for the waiter.

“Can we get the check and then a pizza for takeout,” you said to the waiter as Gahyeon continued to enjoy herself, taking pictures as she ate her food. You took out your phone to capture some photos.

It was such a mundane thing, but it was so beautiful. Her just being there, eating the food you treated her comfortably without any care in the world.

The way she smiles.

The way she munches her food.

It was love when even the most boring things became the most interesting.

There was no worry in this world with you and her in it. It was proving how fruitful your efforts were in this relationship.

You love her and that is all that matters. You wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone. That was what you decided ever since that day.

Soon the waiter came with a box of pizza and the check for the food. You paid for everything and got ready to leave. The night was still young, there were so many things to do, and there was only so much you could do.

Not much time after, Gahyeon found herself walking alongside the beach, and you followed her from behind. The air was cold to feel, the song of the ocean resonated to the ear, her footsteps left prints on the sand beneath, and her dress flew and formed waves like the ocean’s.

It was a sight to behold.

There was just a certain kind of beauty as the moon just shone on her like it was a spotlight, her porcelain skin glowed as if it was reflecting the moon like the water does. The focus was all just for her and everything, even the breathtaking view just became a backdrop to her beauty. It was a picturesque sight that would forever be imprinted on one’s brain.

However, it wasn’t anything special. Rather it was just Gahyeon and your eyes. The eyes that allowed you to see her for who she was. It wasn’t because of her beauty, or her personality, it was Gahyeon as a whole.

What people don’t really understand was that attraction and love are two different things.

Seeing someone and wanting them is attraction.

Seeing someone and wishing to be with them is love.

Of course, attraction is normal among lovers, but there is a fine line between lust, infatuation, and love. To which is what is underneath all that attraction. The normality and comfort of just being in her presence. Gahyeon isn’t the goddess or the idol of everyone. The difference between your love and the love of her fans is that you don’t look up in the sky for her—seeing her in glasses of such absurdity and obscurity.

Gahyeon is there.

She’s always been there up ahead. She’s not up there on a pedestal.

She’s there with you.

And that’s what you call Love.

And that’s when you truly see. It was not the glow of her skin under the moonlight, or the way her pink hair and black dress swayed to the blow of the sea breeze, or the way that sight was like a masterpiece waiting to be captured and kept in an art museum.

It was again only Gahyeon. Gahyeon who was just walking alongside the beach. Gahyeon, who was stuffed with all of the food she ate. Gahyeon, who probably was feeling cold, because one, she wore sleeveless, two she didn’t bring any jacket even though you told her to do so earlier, and three, because it was simply cold during that night.

Gahyeon makes you worry. Gahyeon makes you feel unease. Gahyeon makes you hurt. Gahyeon makes you wanna care. Gahyeon makes you feel alive. Gahyeon makes you cry. Gahyeon makes you laugh.

Gahyeon is Gahyeon.

She took out her phone, pointed it onto the horizon, and soon you felt a vibration inside your pocket.

“The moon looks so beautiful isn't it?” Her message said alongside the picture of the horizon as if you weren't there with her. You smiled as you typed the reply.

“Come on, why are you acting like I’m not even here,” you said as you approached her and nudged her. She giggled and looked at your face for a second before she went back to staring at the horizon. You dropped the pizza that you ordered as takeout at the sand, took off your jacket, and shielded Gahyeon from having a cold later tonight.

“I knew you’d do that. That’s why I didn't bring a jacket. It is a boyfriend thing to do,” she commented and you just giggled in response.

“The moon looks so blue.” There it was up above the skies, shining alone brightly. It must have been lonely. There were no stars above and even if there were, no matter how it seemed like they were close to each other, they were truly drifting away from each other. It was scary.

She held your hand. Tightly as if she was scared you would just disappear through thin air. It was sweaty and cold, but she didn't mind.

“I prefer the red sunset.”

Yes, that red sunset back when we were just teenagers without any care in the world, chasing our dreams, and then and there I knew I only had one dream.

And it was to be with you.

It was funny because I was making fun of how frail you were, and how you wouldn’t be able to run a mile. You wouldn’t be able to reach the beach at the end of the town. Your house was on the other end of the town after all.

But you did, and the first thing you did was send me a photo of that beautiful red sunset.

t was so beautiful.

It made me happy.

You were amazing and it was beautiful.

I could imagine how you were frowning when I replied and said how pretty it was.

I mean, you sent it to me to show how amazing you were right?

It made me so happy so I took my bike and pedaled all the way to you.

You were so funny. I caught you complaining.

“Not that! I want her to know how awesome it is that I ran here!” You exclaimed.

“Oh, you didn’t want to show me the sunset?” You didn’t even notice that I was behind you.

“That’s right… not the sunset…” That was when you realized, and looked back before jumping out of shock.

“Gah, what are you doing here?” You asked me.

“Talking to you last time made me want to see the sunset.” That is what I answered, but the truth is…

I wanted to see you. I even brought you a bottle of water. You drank as we sat on the sand.

“I’m so happy,”—I expressed— “you ran all the way here to send me a picture of that beautiful sunset.”

“It’s not like that…” you denied but you were blushing. You continued mumbling, trying to come up with an excuse. You were so cute, you didn’t know what to do and you couldn’t even understand what you were feeling.

I called out your name. You were so rattled.

“It’s so red, isn’t it?”

“Red? Am I blushing?”

But I just said…

“It’s a beautiful red sunset. So pretty…”

“The sunset? It sure is. It’s red, isn’t it.”

“Well, it’s not as red as you.” I couldn’t really help but tease you. Your reactions were so cute.

But really… I was so glad.

I could watch that beautiful sunset with you.

Those were the days.

That was also the day, I realized… It wasn’t a crush.

I love you.

“Red sunset?” Your question brought back Gahyeon from her trance.

“Yes, I wanna see it again,” Gahyeon said as she continued to watch to the horizon while you watched her.

“Is this that beautiful?” You asked her.

“Yes, it was so beautiful,” Gahyeon answered. She turned to look at you and locked eyes.

“Yes, beautiful.” She giggled.

“Take me to the beach again soon,” Gahyeon asked full of expectations.

“Why?” You asked but you already made a mental note to plan another beach trip. Maybe this time back in yours and Gahyeon’s hometown. You remember visiting alone the last time you drove her to see her parents, and it was beautiful. Maybe you two could eat some crabs and other seafood.

Gahyeon loves seafood a lot after all.

“I wanna see a nice red sunset again. Also, I really want to catch some crabs.” Gahyeon said and rubbed her stomach. Is she a mind reader? Or was she just thinking about using her stomach? Either way, it made you laugh a little. You expected her to say something about food.

“Then, we should go earlier than today so that we catch some crabs while we wait for the sun to set.” It’s been decided. You don’t when, but you knew it was gonna happen, maybe when Gahyeon’s schedule loosened up again.

“I wonder how many I can catch.” She said after you ruffled her pink hair. Gahyeon retaliated, trying hard for you not to ruin her hair that she had so much time to perfect just for your anniversary date. When she finally was able to stop you, she glared at you and pouted cutely.

“You won’t be able to and you’ll make me catch them instead.” You just laughed as you tried to fix her again. You know her too much. Gahyeon would say that it’s a boyfriend thing to do to catch crabs for her girlfriend and cook them—she would leverage her girlfriend card again.

“That’s rude, I can do it too.” She slapped your hand and fixed her hair herself. Of course, her slap didn’t use too much force. Gahyeon is sulky girlfriend but she doesn’t want to cause you harm.

“I didn’t say, you can’t. I’m saying you’ll be too scared to do so.” She threw punches. Again they were not hurtful, but she was throwing a real tantrum and if you don’t calm her, she will sulk for the rest of the date.

“Come, sit here.” You held her hand and pulled her to sit on the sand near where you put down the takeout food from earlier.

“Open the pizza. I’m hungry.” She ordered to which to gladly followed. As soon as the box revealed the food, her eyes widened. Gahyeon, who was almost drooling turned her mood upside down because of the luscious pizza in front of her. She couldn’t restrain herself, as she excitedly hummed before she went for a piece and ate it.

“You’ll get fat,” You commented and she nudged you while her mouth was still stuffed.

“You’ll exercise with me, don’t worry,” Gahyeon retorted and you just laughed as you too took a piece.

The box of pizza was emptied as the night went on. Conservation under the moon went by faster than normal and that’s okay. As long as it was with her, time spent was time spent well.

Soon she decided that the cold ocean breeze was not doing it for her anymore and opted you two to leave the beach. Hand-in-hand you two went back to your accommodation for the night—a hotel near the beach and the restaurant.

The hotel room was nice. It wasn’t anything special like what most fans would thought idols were always staying in. It was a small suite with a single bed, kitchen, bath, and a balcony that overlooks the ocean. It was nice and not over the top. Gahyeon loved it. As soon as she entered the room, flopped and bounced on the bed, playing as if she still had so much energy to burn.

“Come on, our anniversary night is still not over!” Gahyeon had her arms open wide, tempting you to jump on her arms. It wasn’t an offer anyone could refuse. A woman as cute and attractive as she flopped her arms open wide on top of a fortress of pillows and mattress, there was no way you would pass on that.

It was a long night that you wish wouldn’t end.

You didn’t waste any more time to accept her offer as soon you were engulfed by her arms. You were on top of her, pressing onto her as she caressed the back of your head. Gahyeon smelled nice. Gahyeon always smells nice. Her smell made you feel relaxed, and her hug was comfortable. She gently ghosted her hand back and forth of your hair as she hummed your favorite song.

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It felt like a baby being held and hummed to sleep. It felt like heaven. It felt like home. It felt like the right place. And that place was inside her nestling hug. Gahyeon cuddled you, and you nestled back. Her voice was angelic. It was a known fact, but hearing her voice almost whispering the melodies of love, was the greatest fan service only available to you.

Your phone vibrated a few times, but you ignored it as you focused only on her and her alone. Relish the moment while it lasts. Take advantage of each second before it passes. For God JiU’s sake, it was your anniversary and nothing is more important than Gahyeon and you—it was probably just some work problem needing of solution anyway, they could at least handle it for one night.

Before you even knew it, Gahyeon finished her song.

“Thank you for putting up with me.” She whispered.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m your boyfriend.” You answered back.

“Do you lo—”

“I love you,” you cut her before she could the question to allow her to hear the words. However, she didn’t do so after all.

“I love you too,” Gahyeon whispered before she pushed you off her and got off the bed with a mischievous smile.

“You’ll suffocate and squish me if we stay this way for long,”—Gahyeon pointed at you—“Special cuddling fanservice session is finished.”

This time you were the one to pout at her.

“No fair, I wanna cuddle more,” You complained.

“Take care of that constant vibration on your phone first while I take quick shower.” Gahyeon winked, “We’ll do something special when you come back.”

In the blink of an eye, Gahyeon disappears to the bathroom after insinuating something naughty for later. You were left in a daze for a few seconds, imagining what she meant by her words. You were only able to break the trance after a vibration.

You finally opened your phone only to be shocked by what was on the screen which made your smile turned upside down.

You quickly went down to the hotel lobby, where the message on your phone led you to find her.

“I just came back from a long hiatus and you’ll greet me with that face?” She pointed out your conflicted expression.

“Noona… why are you here?” She approached for a hug, but you were quick to step back and draw a line between the two of you.

It was SuA who you didn’t hear so much after months of cutting the connection from all of you—or at least from you. You were reluctant to talk to her.

“Why are you giving me the cold shoulders?” SuA teased as she once again approached step-by-step and you backed down for each step she took.

“Noona, stop this… what are you doing.” But she didn’t listen and forcefully tried to take your hand. Of course, you had more strength than her but being forceful to someone you cared about was hard.

“I’m taking you with me,” SuA declared as she tried to pull you, but you just didn’t let her as she pleased.

“Noona, I’m not going with you. Where? Where were you even? Where are you trying to take me?!” You lashed out at her. Thankfully, no one was around to see the scene. The older one just stared at you annoyed that you didn’t listen to her.

That standoff took a few seconds before you turned your back to walk away. You were finished with her. You were not doing this. Atleast, not on your anniversary night. You were not going to get swayed by her.

“Didn’t you say that you love me?”—her words stopped your steps—“Prove it to me now, ran away with me.”

Turn back. Look at her. Hear her cries.

“I love you.” Beads of tears slowly fell down her gorgeous face.

“Please, say it.

I wanna hear it again.

Say that you love me.

Choose me.”

It was painful, watching her cry fully knowing that you were the reason.

“I love Gahyeon.” Three words. One sentence. One name that wasn’t her.

It was short but meaningful. You didn’t regret. You were straight. You didn’t apologize for either hurting her or not choosing her. You said it. And that broke SuA.

“I shouldn’t have let you go.” Those were the words that escaped SuA's mouth as she realized it was too late and where it all went wrong for her—where she lost. You helped her. She looked so frail. What did she even do all this time?

“Noona…” SuA wiped her tears and quickly composed herself.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” SuA faked a smile and you returned it to her with a caring one.

“I’ll be off your back, don’t worry,” SuA said as she tried to walk away. You stopped her. You held her hand, but just like what you did earlier.

“Where are you going?” You asked her worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I already told Minji-yah that I’ll be coming back. I ain’t going nowhere,” She explained as she walked away.

“Let’s catch up soon.”

She looked back.

She smiled bittersweetly.

“Tell me, when did you realize that you love her?” Those were her last words before she walked away and left you speechless. However, maybe it wasn’t really what she wanted to ask, but rather the words were…

“When did you realize you didn’t really love me?”

It didn’t take long before SuA was no longer in sight. And her words are still stuck in your head. When? When did you really realize it?

Take out your phone. Stare at the picture of the woman on your wallpaper, Gahyeon.

When did I realize I love you?

That’s a really funny question.

But really.

It was maybe sometime after we officially started dating.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure yet. I knew I loved Bora-unnie or so I thought I loved her. I wasn’t sure. I was confused at that time. But I did my best to make you happy.

To try to make it with you.

I said I love you. We kissed already. We even had sex already at that time. I’m cruel aren’t I? I’ll probably go to hell for being a liar.

I knew I didn't love you yet. I felt disgusted with myself. You were like a sister to me after all. And I was lying and taking advantage of your feelings for me.

But…

Love is a Lie.

I said and I knew it was a lie.

But I wished, for one day… I’ll be able to truly tell you without any lies. To be able to kiss you out of love. To be able to be one with you. To want you as much as you wanted me.

To love you more than you love me.

One day…

It happened.

It wasn’t like I expected it to be.

It was a normal day. It wasn’t anything special.

I just woke up and that was when I realized…

I love you, Gahyeon.

When I saw your face the moment I opened my eyes. You were far from your beautiful self in front of the camera. You were ugly. Your hair was like a broom. You were snoring. Your breath stinks. You were eating your hair and you had dried drool on the sides of your lips.

You were ugly, Gahyeon.

It made me laugh. Although, I wasn’t any better. I was just fortunate enough to wake up earlier than you. I had time to fix myself before I got called ugly by you.

But I didn't…

I went for the kiss on your drool-painted lips. Mine wasn’t any different.

But this time it was different.

I kissed you because I love you.

I love you.

Not anyone else.

How could I be so blind when you were here all along?

I kissed you again and it felt so right.

But I accidentally woke you up.

You were smiling. That was the brightest smile I've ever seen in my life. You giggled as the sun funneling through the window illuminated you.

“Your breath stinks,” you teased.

“Please, brush your teeth then come back and kiss me,” you added.

It was funny. Yours stinks too! I didn't mind it at all, and I bet you didn't mind mine too.

That morning was a drop of dew. And I just watched you with love. The way you walked around with your disheveled hair and just my shirt on. You didn't care at all. Why would you? It's just me, the man you love.

You were so lazy that I had to brush your teeth and tie up your hair. If only your fans could see you, I wonder how they would react?

You're a slowpoke, Gahyeon. I couldn't blame you though, with a schedule as busy as yours. I would use any free time to laze around.

“When will breakfast be ready?!” You exclaimed from the bathroom while I was in the kitchen. You always cared about food.

“In a few minutes, take your time with your routine!” You were sleepy and lazy but you were always so diligent. You never skip on anything. You always took care of yourself. Although, most of the time, I still had to take care of you.

Maybe, that's my job.

“Gah! Breakfast is ready!” When breakfast was finally ready, you sprinted to the dining table. You were suddenly but then became sheepish. You took most bites with your eyes closed.

From then I took a mental note to prepare something that would help you sleep better every night before bed.

You took each bite excitedly but still sheepishly. You hummed as you ate. You always hum when you eat. It has always been an indicator that you were eating something delicious.

“This sucks. Do you want to take cooking lessons?” That was what you right after when you literally handed your plate for a second serving.

I gladly gave it to you. Do you remember?

That morning was so bright, comfortable, and was fleeting. Before I knew it, you were going to leave for practice and I was going to work.

However, I wasn’t sad because we were parting for the day, rather, I was already expecting the bliss that I would have when I finally met in the night.

It was such a peculiar thing, but I knew right then and there when I saw your back passing through my apartment door…

I love you.

“I should go back to Gahyeon,” You muttered to yourself as you made your way back to your hotel room, but unbeknownst to you, you would find an empty room. You wondered where she was. Did she meet SuA? Or did she somewhere else?

You were worried. You tried to text her and also tried to ask the hotel staff if they saw a pink-haired girl roaming. You might have taken too long because of SuA and she went out to look for you.

That was when you received a reply from Gahyeon.

“Wait for me.” That was what her text message said.

Where were you Gahyeon?

“Unnie,” Gahyeon called who was waiting at the other end of the hallway for SuA. The older stopped and looked at the younger. Did she he—

“I saw and heard everything.” For the first Gahyeon admitted that she was there or that she was listening. She always kept to herself and was always patient whenever something like this happened, but tonight Gahyeon decided differently.

“Not gonna welcome your unnie back? I just came back from a long hiatus,” SuA commented as they faced each other. Two women, who love the same men, but while the other succeeds, the other fails.

“Well, I would be happy to welcome you with a hug and a kiss but you just tried to steal my boyfriend,” Gahyeon answered with an annoyed tone.

“I didn’t try to steal him,” SuA corrected as she approached Gahyeon step-by-step. The younger stepped backward every time the older closed in up until she couldn’t, hitting the wall behind her. SuA was so closed, uncomfortably closed for Gahyeon, but she didn’t backed down.

“He’s mine to begin with,”—No one dared to break eye contact—“He loves m—”

“He loved you, Bora,” Gahyeon cut. She said so sternly and clearly, even opting not to use any honorifics. SuA bit her lip in response to what Gahyeon said. She knew deep down it was true. She just couldn’t accept it.

“He loved you,”—Gahyeon reiterated before SuA could even retort—“What? Cat’s got your tongue? It’s true is it not?”

Gahyeon had put SuA in her place or rather, she had put her back in her place. It was harsh, but SuA was reckless. She came out of nowhere and tried to hijack their anniversary night. It was almost as if SuA went there and just hoped for the best and trusted the little hope she had. Gahyeon, on the other hand, didn’t think twice to defend her place.

“I shouldn’t have pitied y—” SuA said before biting her lip as she instantly regretted what she had said, but it was too late. Gahyeon after hearing what SuA said, had a hammer punched in her stomach. She wasn’t expecting SuA to at least not say those words. Or at least for SuA not to feel that way. Gahyeon knew her and you happened partly because SuA felt bad about her, but for it to be said in her face…

Something inside of them broke, and a bottomless pit sunk inside of their hearts.

“I don’t know you anymore.” Gahyeon pushed her, and SuA fell to the ground. She didn’t mean to push her down to the ground, just enough to put distance between the two of them. Her heart ached. Gahyeon was worried as she looked down on her as the older looked away in shame.

“Please don’t call me or him. I don’t care about our jobs. Please, I’ll find a way. Just leave.” Gahyeon walked away and SuA could only watch her as tears once again flowed out of her eyes. She knew she had not only lost you, but now she lost Gahyeon.

Gahyeon wasn’t any better, she cried and wept as she took heavy steps fully knowing she had just cut off one of the most important people in her life. They both didn’t want for things to end up like this, but emotions cascaded like a waterfall and there was no way of stopping this. There was no way it could have ended with all parties happy—it was simply impossible.

Love takes.

Love is painful.

Love comes with a price.

Gahyeon clearly remembered. She didn’t want things to end up this way. She tried. A scenario where no one was hurt, but in the end… all of you ended up hurting. It was foolish to hope. Gahyeon wiped her tears and found somewhere to sit. She closed her eyes.

“Gahyeonie, wake up.” I opened my eyes and my eyes met with daggers of light before I saw her—the face of the person I was most jealous of. SuA, who was asleep beside me. SuA who made love with me and my boyfriend.

“Swa, good morning,” I greeted, still half-asleep.

“Good morning, Baby.” She caressed my face. Her eyes… They looked so sad. She looked like she was in pain, but she smiled.

“What's wrong, Unnie? I asked worriedly. Although, once again I knew… I knew but I couldn't do anything. Or I wouldn't do anything. I would die if I were to give back what she gave me.

‘Gahyeonie, do you love him?” SuA said, almost choking on her words.

“Yes, I love him so much. I have loved him for so long.” Those were my words. Those were also the words that drove you like this.

I'm sorry for being selfish.

“Unnie, do you love him?” I asked her once again. The same question from the night before.

“I do,” She confessed, and tears started to flow down her cheeks, staining her pretty face. She confessed… it came straight from her mouth. Her true feelings.

“But I love you more.” Those words… I didn't even know how to react. It was so sincere.

I wiped her tears, but I was crying too. Everything was a mess, and honestly, I was surprised how you slept through all of it.

When you woke up, it was as if nothing happened. We had a pleasant breakfast but the atmosphere was so awkward.

But I didn't expect it. That was the last I would see SuA for a long time. She just left. If I knew I would have hugged her. But I only found out later on from JiU-unnie that she left the country and went on a sudden hiatus.

If I knew…

I should have known at that moment.

It was goodbye.

That is until now.

Gahyeon opened her eyes. She had calmed down. She stopped crying. She knew she had to return to your suite. You were waiting for her, but she knew you would notice her puffy eyes.

That she cried a lot.

“So much for an anniversary night,” Gahyeon muttered as she stood up to head to a comfort room before going back to the suite where you were waiting.

Soon, Gahyeon stood in front of the door. Nervous about how she would explain what happened or how to open up about the topic or how to even talk about it. She wasn't ready, but she knew you would ask.

“Please, don’t ask.” She grabbed the doorknob and turned it. As the door swung, she found you, and couldn’t help but smile as she found you pacing back and forth, worried about her.

“Gahyeon!” You exclaimed. You saw her and ran up to her—finally relieved that Gahyeon had come back.

Before she could even react, she was engulfed by your arms in a bear hug. Her arms enveloped back as yours tightened. Hearts were booming. You could feel it, she could feel it, every fast-paced beat booming as your hearts connected.

Gahyeon had let go. She just let it happen. She didn’t speak, she just nestled into the comfort and protection of your hug. It was her home. It was warm yet something cold on your chest countered it. It was your shirt wetted by the diamonds dripping down her beautiful face. You caressed her back, trying to lull the crying girl as Gahyeon buried her face against your chest.

“It’s okay.” Gahyeon clenched her teeth and fists, took a handful of the backside of your shirt, and bit on the fabric her mouth was able to reach. She just kept crying without uttering a word. She just released what she was holding back inside of her.

It broke your heart seeing her like this. You couldn’t do anything but caress her back and hope that it was enough to ease her pain. Several minutes passed and she wasn’t calming down. You kissed her forehead and she looked up to you.

“Do you love me?” Gahyeon asked, her eyes pleading for reassurance as they continuously stained her face with tears. You kissed her once again, but this time it wasn’t your lips and her forehead, it was her lips and yours colliding softly for a peck. She smiled brightly. You haven’t even said the words she wanted to hear, but her eyes already lit up as if she knew it was coming.

“I love you.” The words were finally uttered and it was all that was needed for Ghayeon to wrap her arms around your neck. Pull in. Let go. Hug it. Before you even knew it, your lips collided with hers once again. Close your eyes. She captured your lips and pulled you into a longing hungry kiss. Knots were tied, and two soft marshmallow muscles clashed, moving with the rhythm of her hunger.

She was a blackhole longing for love. It was scary how a woman in pain like her craved love like this. It wasn’t a sweep inside your mouth as she playfully tickled the underside of your tongue while exploring the depths only she could reach.

Gahyeon pulled out, caught her breath, and chased once again as she lured you. She started sucking on your tongue, and you gladly let her without any resistance. She pulled and sucked. She circled her tongue around yours.

Seconds passed by and the endless exchange between lips didn’t end. Seconds became minutes, and tears already stopped flowing, but the fervent kiss didn’t end there. It started with a peck and it ended up in a torrid kiss. Eyes closed and lips glued to each other. Her arms traveled around your neck while yours gently caressed her hair.

She pulled out and a string of saliva bridged the two of you. Her eyes still brimming with hunger as yours locked with her lovingly. She wanted more and you would gladly give anything for her.

“Do you love me?” Gahyeon asked once again. This time you were the one to capture her lips and Gahyeon couldn’t help but smile while her lips were still connected to yours. Glide from her back to her lower hips as Gahyeon cupped your cheeks as she continued devouring you.

In one swoop motion, you lifted her off the ground, resulting in a momentary disconnection between the two of you. That didn’t matter though as she was quick to clash lips once again while you tried to excruciatingly navigate around the suite to get into the bedroom almost blindly.

You had hit several corners. Topped down appliances and broke a few glasses before you found a counter to sit Gahyeon on. It wasn't the destination, but you soon would get there but for now.

She was laughing and smiling, you were in a crazy haze. You pulled back. Eyes locked as the playful hands grabbed onto the ends of her black dress. You didn't waste any moment as her porcelain skin revealed itself as you peeled that dress off her—from the tips of her toes, her luscious legs, toned stomach, and torso. A momentary break of eye contact as the garment blocked your sight of her.

Look up and down. Magnificence exuded as inch and every corner of her felt it was sculpted by a higher being itself. Her porcelain skin felt like clouds on your palm, and the way her body subtlety reacted… each touch shivers, each touch was electrifying.

Gahyeon wasn't one to just be the one almost on her birthday with only her matching black lingerie. She pulled you by the hand, grabbed your shirt, and didn't waste any moment to remove it. She ogled at you—it was a sight for her—it was the prize that was for hers alone.

“You’re mine,” Gahyeon said, asserting her ownership over you as she bit her lips, almost drolling while eyeing you. She didn't waste any more time as she pulled even closer for another make-out session—this time more athirst. Each feathery touch made her more hungry, intoxicated, and addicted. Kisses were her morphine—each one made her forget the pain and put her on a high.

“I’m yours.” You broke the kiss. You traveled from her lips to her left ear as you engulfed her for a hug. She wrapped her leg around your hips. The distance was small. It didn’t allow any wild movement, but that was okay, being able to see her gorgeous face up close was more than enough. This time she was smiling. You had only seen it through your peripheral vision, but her lips, her eyes, they both were happy.

“Shut up, carry me to the bed, and fuck me,” Gahyeon ordered. Giggles left your mouth as you gently carried her off the countertop table. She hugged you and nestled on your shoulders. She rested and relished once again taking advantage of the comfort of your warmth.

Soon you laid her down on the bed. While you caught your breath, you took a moment to once again look at the art in front of you. She wasn’t crying. Gahyeon was happy. She was anticipating. She was like a kid waiting for her request to be granted. You could stare at her all day, but her order, you needed it as much as she did.

You smirked at her as you unbuckled your pants and stripped down to your birthday suit. She smirked back and taunted you with her body. She didn’t have any intention to remove her lingerie. She wanted you to do it. Although fucking her with that sexy lingerie still on was still also an option, you wanted her to be as bare as you were—completely naked and vulnerable.

“Why are you so lazy?” You grabbed the hem of her black thong and tried to peel it off her. It was stubborn, and her ass held on to it. You lifted that peach ass of hers that she spent so much time in the gym to achieve for a moment just to get it off, began to slowly remove it off her lips, making its way down her smooth and slender porcelain legs, and revealed a treasure, her smooth, glistening pink lips.

You wanted a taste. You wanted to tease her. So you dove right into the treat in front of you. You started with kisses up and down her inner thighs, gaining soft moans while your lips repeatedly contacted her warm skin. You planted wet kisses on her thighs again, but this time dangerously near her wet folds.

“Just do it already.” Gahyeon was already squirming. She wanted it, and a lick down her thighs, staining her pristine thighs with long licks garnered even more moans. You giggled mischievously while she was getting more and more impatient, but before she could complain once again, the first lick came in, tracing her pink slit—one long sweet taste of her wet folds.

Teasing her might have backfired as she grabbed onto your head, and pushed you in her legs forcibly, forcing you to continue eating her. You didn’t have any choice, buried in her crotch, you accepted your fate, and her delicious pussy. Explore every corner. Reach the deepest depths. You dove in to find out how deep your tongue could reach inside her. You basked and inhaled the aroma of her pussy. You didn’t let any of her juices pass your mouth. And Gahyeon took it all in, receiving all of it, moaning and expressing how pleasurable it was all.

You let your hot breath blow against her crotch, and she whined in response. Quickly, you went in with an up-and-down motion deep inside using your tongue. She cussed, she moaned, and she quivered as you continued eating her out.

“More!” She exclaimed as if that was the cue, you put pressure on her clit. You swirled around it, gaining louder and more high-pitched moans as you ran circular patterns on it. Push and swirl. You gently pushed it with your tongue, then took it in your mouth and sucked on her clit.

Her legs squished, and her nails dug in deeper and deeper as every second passed by. She pushed you deeper in hopes that your tongue would reach deeper inside her slits. It was getting harder to breathe as minutes went by. Your head was going numb from the pain from her nails digging. Her wet pussy almost drowned you. Buried against her crotch, all you could do was go crazy, trying to taste and service her as much as you can, sucking her wet and delicious pussy as you turned Gahyeon into a squirming mess.

The only option was to tap out. You forcibly disengaged, simultaneously edging her. It wasn’t time for her to reach her climax, and it wasn’t time yet for a death by thighs head locking you. You licked your lips and caught your breath. You smirked fully knowing what you did as you tenderly caressed her thighs while she pouted.

“What are you looking at?” You teasingly snarked at her, and she glared at you before you got on top of her. You weren’t one to keep her waiting when you just edged her. And just like any other time before and now, you lined the tip of your cock up against the opening of her entrance and captured her lips for a kiss as you pushed—slowly and caringly, entering her inch by inch smoothly inside of her already soaking wet quim.

Gahyeon hugged every bit of your cock. She was perfectly wet and perfectly tight every time, and it was always cute how she was also perfectly cute, innocent, and sexy at the same time. Sex with her had always been a mix of comfort and excitement. With Gahyeon you wouldn’t call it sex, it was the ever-cliched lovemaking.

You started fucking her, slowly, sensually, and carefully. It was different from how you teased her and edged. You pressed bodies, allowing each other to relish the warmth of each other. You let her feel you gravitating against her. Gahyeon had your weight on top of her and she had always loved it. It felt like the sun, warm on the skin, but it didn't burn. Sweaty and almost smelly but it felt cold and fresh to be so close to her. Again and again, like clockwork, you slowly pull your member out from her, but as soon as your tip peeked out of her, you bury yourself deep inside her, causing a melody of her pleasure getting fill up.

“I love you,” she uttered in between her moans.

Again, pull, and push.

“I love you too.”

Now that you had built a slow and steady rhythm, you gradually upped the pace. Faster but not so sudden. The goal was to induce pleasure and not pain, pushing in but within the comfort of your lover just as she loved as both of you became moaning messes—quick huffed breaths—sounds of sex only the two of you know of. The smell of sex, sweat, and saliva lingered in the air. Moans, squelching noises, profanities, proclamations of love, and chased breaths, roared inside that hotel room, accompanied by the warmth of each other.

You started pounding her, faster and more vigorously than before. Full of vigor but full of control. A little bit rough but Gahyeon wrapped her leg around your lips nonetheless, she wouldn’t want you breaking off her while you thrust and looked at her with the desire to pleasure her. Her eyes shut close and she became louder, screaming at the pleasure of your cock.

For Gahyeon this kind of physical intimacy was a form of assurance to ease her fear. Gahyeon feels your love the most when you two are connected. Sex is the highest form of love. Sex is the greatest expression of it. The heat she was relishing, the roughness, the gentleness, the pain, and the pleasure were evidence of love.

It was a treasure how your palm caressed her cheek underneath all that mess. After all, she was a mess and you were a mess, but there was this certain kind of beauty and order amidst all of that and only you two knew of it—only your love knew of it.

There was no time for rest as you as that climax was coming. She didn’t want you to stop fucking, and you didn’t want to either. You fucked her hard and fast. It was a high that you knew too much of. A drug that was only available for you. A medicine that heals Gahyeon and you, but keeps you addicted. It was a contradiction, amidst all that high and intoxication, being lost in the trance of pleasure, you didn’t get lost and chased the pleasure for you alone. You chased her pleasure, and she chased your pleasure, aiming to please each other.

You found her breast, still clothed in her black brassiere. You squeezed and she whined in response and quickly tried to get rid of it, reaching for her straps and setting them aside before flipping them to expose her bountiful mounds. You dove right onto it, took her hardened nippled, and suck on it while massaging the other breast. It was softer than marshmallows, it was like you were kissed by a cloud.

However, you didn’t forget fucking her, you thrust as you sucked like a baby on Gahyeon’s breast. All Gahyeon could do was to receive all of it, and hug your head, hoping it would help you eat her better.

It was time to give attention to the unattended boob. You removed yourself from her boob and left red marks all over her breasts, and a lingering feeling of stretch on her nipple, saliva all over it. You did the same to the other boob, suckles, bites, kisses, peck, smack, smooch, and snog, all the things you could to do to make her release those lovely sounds and to compel her to hug you more tightly and to enable yourself to feel her warmth more, get buried on her breast more.

Although you couldn’t give her boob as much attention at the one as she pulled you up for a momentary rest. You made eye contact with you and chased your breath. Get pulled by her brown orbs. The tips of her lips raised, showcasing her iconic fox smile. Her eyes were as dazed as yours, but she still gazed at you lovingly before uttering the words, “Kiss me.”

“I love you, Lee Gahyeon.” You gladly complied and dove right into kissing her. Gahyeon cupped your cheeks. It was an amorous kiss you shared. A kiss to last a lifetime. One of too many. Certainly not the last but you kissed her as if it was the last. It was as sweet as the first though. You slowed down your pace to allow yourself to relish it more, the way your cock stirred her insides, the it twitches after hitting her deepest parts every time, the way it filled her, the way her lips connect to yours, the way you fuck her while you two shared a loving kiss, and the way she loves you.

Soon a knot in your loins introduced itself to you. What she was chasing for you eventually came and without breaking the kiss of the movement of your hips. You felt a built-up in your groins as her quim clenched, and tightened around your cock. It was time for her too. She tightened her hug, nails dug into your back as you slammed deep inside and pulled her out again and again until you could no longer hold it another.

One last time for the last run, putting in all of your remaining stamina. You fucked like you had every intention to impregnate her. Both of you groan in great pleasure as you let loose to release wave after wave of your thick semen deep inside her while quivered, shut her eyes, bit your lips, and bucked her hips as her orgasm collided with you. An instant climax, and delight, with her plugged pussy leaking out juices that were mixed with her fluids yours. Her orgasm was strong as all of that built up in her stomach released a wave of ecstasy.

The high felt like forever. The satisfaction was great. Both climaxes subsided and you felt your flaccid member slipping out of her, and her pussy finally unplugged, leaked out your cum. After a few seconds of being frozen in place, Gahyeon released your lip and you let out a sigh of relief before licking the blood off your lip. You collapsed beside her and she turned to face you and hugged you as she tried to recover from the hot session herself.

“I love you too.” Gahyeon gave you a peck, resulting in you blushing. Out of embarrassment you turned your back on her, stood up to get tissues and that thing, and hid it underneath the box of tissues. You went back to the bed and helped her wipe herself and lean off the leaking semen in between her legs. She was smiling mischievously as you wiped her as if she was planning to tease you.

“Why are you acting shy? You’re wiping as if that’s not your cum and you didn’t just eat my pussy.” Her words made you choke and she just laughed heartily. Gahyeon was back to her usual self—cheerful and teasing master.

“I’m not, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

You reasoned out. It was far from what she said, but it was the truth. Looking back to all that happened, you couldn’t help but just be happy and relief that you ended up this way. It might be just a hunch but it felt like things would finally get better from here on. It was a little bit chaotic but you finally settled it with SuA. You didn’t choose Gahyeon instead of SuA. You just love Gahyeon and there wasn’t even a competition. What happened with SuA and your feelings for her won’t be forgotten, but it was a lesson. A lesson you would take as you journey with Gahyeon.

Gahyeon is love.

“Why do you have to think about that when you just have to show me?” Gahyeon gazed at you. Her eyes were full of expectation. She was looking far ahead. Looking at the things you two will do from now on. You were looking forward to it too. Gahyeon is the loveliest girl and she isn’t one to hide her love. You just hope to be more like her, and be more confident of your love for her.

“Yes, I’ll do that from now on,” You answered her. You took her hand and smiled at her lovingly. Love was truly bare. Your feelings were as bare as your naked bodies as both of you wore your hearts out. And looking at her, you knew it was time.

You took her left hand and kissed it. Gahyeon just smiled, not suspicious of anything as you reached for the ring you had hidden earlier. Gahyeon just watched. Her eyes showed a hint of confusion. You just continued smiling. Although, maybe there was a hint of nervousness and awkwardness.

“Gahyeon…” You call for her before kissing your fist, still not revealing the ring you had inside it. At this point, Gahyeon already had an idea of what was happening. Tears formed in her eyes with the anticipation of it. And she was right as you revealed the ring. Her mouth kept agape, surprised, and couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Gahyeon’s puppy eyes were both in shock and filled with bliss.

It felt like your heart was about to burst out of nervousness. Will she say yes? Will she decline? Those questions played in your head on repeat as you held the ring tightly. It was an expensive ring or anything that could put a hole in your pockets, but it was something more important. The heirloom ring from your mother. An old piece of gold jewelry with a humble diamond.

“Will you marry me?” You finally asked her and beads of clear crystal started flowing down her beautiful face. You let of her hand and wipe them off.

“Stop crying will you?” You said to her but you started crying also. With the ring, you imagined dreams of seeing her in that white dress, walking down the aisle while you wait for her at the altar. You’ll spend time off for a vacation, a honeymoon on the beachside—you know how much Gahyeon loves the beach. Maybe even starting your own family.

Fingers fidget, and hearts boomed. Time slowed down at that moment in that hotel room. You panicked and weren’t sure if you would wipe her tears first or wipe yours first, but you opted for a third option. You took her left hand once again, and carefully put the ring on her finger.

“Yes, I will marry you!” Gahyeon didn’t stop crying, but she didn’t seem sad at all. The smile painted all over her face said it all, and seeing that made you feel warm inside. It was burning, but it didn’t hurt at all. Neither of you stopped crying but it was okay.

It was a beautiful moment to share. She hugged you tightly, and you reciprocated until you found yourself sharing a kiss. A lovely kiss. Then once again locked eyes, gazing at each other, ever smiling and happy.

Her smile was beautiful. Her happiness was the most beautiful thing to exist. And you’ll do anything to protect that.

Yes, just like that day.

That one cold winter night.

We were out late because of a schoolwork project. The other kids had already gone home and were the only ones to go in the same direction so we walked together. Well, I wouldn’t let a girl walk home that late at night.

We were walking and at that time, we weren’t particularly close or friends yet.

But we ended up talking.

You talked about your dreams. And I talked about mine.

It was just fun.

And maybe,

That was when I started developing something for you.

Well, I realized too late that it was love.

But maybe at that moment, I fell in love with you unknowingly.

All of you were just too beautiful.

The moon bore witness to it.

Your laughs.

Your smile.

Your eyes.

Your dream.

Your everything.

That was when Jasmines bloomed in winter.

Aletheia & Etterath

*Series End*

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A/N - idk did I do something? i think it's bad HAHAHAH

#reader insert #panchatea #kofi commission #kpop smut #readerinsert #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher #gahyeon x reader #sua x reader #Youtube

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wiltedreamofbaldursgate · 6 months

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Steady Hands, Frame My Love

characters: Astarion x race/class neutral fem!Tav/reader word count: +3.2k Rating: M trigger warning: mild-ish sexual content. bad eyebrows. This hasn't been beta-read nor am I a native speaker. read on ao3 read more BG3 one shots

Entrusting you with his face isn’t easy for Astarion, which is exactly why you’re so nervous about the whole thing to begin with. You want to do your very best—make him look his very best so that Astarion can feel good about himself. You couldn’t bear anyone making a bad comment on his appearance when he trusts you to be his mirror.

“Come out, spawn. There is no use in hiding.”

You know there is trouble when you spot Lae'zel in front of Astarion’s tent. Her tiny nose is scrunched up in a way that would be cute if it didn’t mean she wants to skin someone alive. The perfectly sharpened blade twitching in her hand is just another hint that she’s out for blood. You almost can’t blame Astarion for hiding from the Githyanki warrior’s wrath—almost, because it’s within every reason to assume he’s brought her wrath upon himself.

Taking a quick look around camp, you find that everybody is suspiciously busy minding their own business for once, skillfully ignoring the one-sided commotion in front of your lover’s tent. You can’t really blame them either; it’s been a very long day, and everybody wants to get some rest before dinner. You have half the mind to do the very same when Lae'zel’s intense gaze suddenly locks with yours—an honest rookie mistake.

There’s no use pretending you haven’t noticed her now, so you put your journal aside and approach the red tent with long strides and a smile that you can only hope will have a calming effect on her. Unsurprisingly, your hopes are shattered instantly.

Lae'zel doesn’t wait for you to friendly inquire about what the fuck the matter is this time; before you can even open your mouth, she’s all the way in your face.

“The spawn does as he pleases!”

Lae'zel would need to get a great deal more specific when it comes to Astarion, but you refrain from telling her so, opting for a questioning look instead.

The young warrior shakes her head, annoyed that her explanation isn’t sufficient enough for your small istik brain to comprehend.

“It is the spawn’s turn to fetch water from the stream. Thus is his duty,” Lae'zel explains slowly, accentuating every word with a well-placed hiss to get her point across. “A duty he fails to perform.”

You think it is progress that she isn’t waving her sword at you, although she does glare at you as if you were the offending party, which—since your relationship with the pale elf has become common knowledge around camp—you somewhat are.

“Where I am from, we make sure to keep our mates in check, however pleasing they might be. You might want to do the same.”

Maybe not so much progress, after all.

“Haven't I made myself quite clear on that before, Lae'zel?”

Holding her intense glare, you stare the warrior down. You have made yourself clear on occasion—you aren’t Astarion’s keeper.

It takes a moment, but Lae'zel is the first to break eye contact, eventually taking a step back. Not lowering your gaze, you wait patiently for her to continue.

“The spawn would better honour his word, or else…” She spits, not at you, but at Astarion’s firmly closed tent flap.

“I will remind him,” you assure her, not unkindly.

Lae'zel looks you up and down before she inclines her head ever so slightly.

“I trust you will,” she drawls, glaring at the tent one last time before she stalks away.

Left to take care of the issue at hand, you frown at the closed tent flap. As much as Astarion bitches about pulling his weight in camp, it’s unlike him to not do his chores one way or the other. And now that you think about it, he’s set up his tent uncharacteristically fast earlier, too, not even trying to rope anyone in to help him do his work. The realisation that you haven’t seen him since he vanished into said tent quite a while ago settles unpleasantly in your stomach.

“Astarion?”

You step closer to the heavy fabric closing off the tent’s entrance, listening. There’s no answer, although you do hear some hurried movement from within the tent. It’s a good sign, you suppose.

“You good in there?”

The silence stretches for another moment before Astarion finally lets out an exaggerated sigh. Going by the sound of it, he, too, must be standing rather close to the entrance.

“Truth be told, darling, I have been better.”

“Are you hurt?” You ask, not bothering to hide the obvious worry lacing your voice.

When could he have even gotten hurt? Haven’t you checked up on everyone after your earlier fight with some overly pesky, giant spiders? Or is he just messing with you—trying to avoid his laborious chore after all?

It takes yet another moment for Astarion to mumble something incomprehensible in reply. With raised eyebrows, you repeat your question, which earns you another sigh from him, this time more exasperated than theatrical.

“I just so happened to get some acid in my face when we took care of those cursed spiders and—”

“And?” You press, alarmed.

“It’s nothing, darling, really; it’s just—well…”

“Astarion!”

The vampire curses, and you can hear him step even closer to the tent’s opening, closer to you. You’re almost sure that if you pressed your hand against the fabric shielding him from you, you would be able to touch him.

“They're gone,” he says, his voice so low you have to strain your ears to hear him.

Your frown deepens. “What is?”

More mumbling reaches your ear, and Astarion has to repeat himself twice before you can eventually make any sense of his words. You stare at the tent flap in disbelief. You can't have heard right.

“Your eyebrows are gone?”

Astarion inhales sharply. “Must you scream it around for everyone to hear? Come in, come in!”

Not knowing what to expect, you enter the tent.

Astarion has retreated to the shadows; his hand is firmly pressed against his forehead. You stare up at him, trying to assess the situation. He looks pained alright, although you have an inkling it’s more from wounded vanity than actual injury. As you step closer to him, you give him a reassuring smile.

“So, acid, huh? I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

He is not convinced. At all. Wordlessly, he’s staring back at you, his jaw set. Your smile fades.

“Let me take a look?” You try again, feeling your already shaky optimism dwindle further.

He thinks it over for a couple of heartbeats before he slowly drags his hand to his hairline, pushing up the stands of white hair that usually fall so gracefully in his face…

Astarion must’ve drunk a healing potion because the presumably once-angry burns on his skin have already faded into pale red blotches sprinkled all over his forehead. By morning, nobody would even be able to tell the acid burns were ever there—were it not for Astarion’s eyebrows, or what’s left of them, that is.

You instantly force your face into a mask of neutrality. You have to approach this very delicately.

“It’s… salvageable. Really,” is all you can blurt out, though.

Astarion’s crimson eyes grow comically round, accentuated by the lack of eyebrows; he doesn’t believe a word you say, which you can’t really hold against him. You’re talking shit. It’s bad, and you wonder how in the nine hells you haven’t noticed this before.

“You can redraw them here and…there,” you go on for lack of anything better to say—Gods, you really should shut up. “Fill them back in, you know…?”

Astarion wets his lips while you're evading his piercing gaze.

“Why, what a grand idea,” he breathes, shakily. “I never would’ve thought of that myself. If only there wasn’t this one peculiar little thing. What was it again, my dear?”

You cringe. Of course. Of course… How could you forget?

“Ah, right…” You only notice the delicate hand mirror Astarion was holding when it flies across the tent, shattering somewhere on the bare ground farthest from you. “I can’t fucking see my face!”

As if all strength has left his body, Astarion sinks to the ground, where he lets himself fall back into his pile of blankets, arms draped over his eyes. It’s all rather dramatic, but you guess you can’t have one without the other.

Grimacing, because you’re sorry for him, you sink to your knees next to him, gently tugging at his sleeve.

“Do you want me to do it? Redraw them, I mean.”

You can tell by the way Astarion sits up as if struck by lightning that he was only waiting for your offer. Suddenly very close, he considers you with narrowed eyes.

“I suppose you could,” he muses, tracing the shape of your left eyebrow with his index finger. “You usually look presentable enough.”

You let the comment slide, but not without rolling your eyes at him. It’s just show, though, a way to suppress a smile. Astarion thinks he’s sly about it, but you catch him often enough looking at you as if you were the sun at dawn.

Of course, you would never dare mention that to him.

“Give me a minute,” you say instead, already rising to your feet, were it not for the cold fingers curling around your wrist.

Astarion gives you a stern look as he's holding you in place, his nose nearly brushing against yours. “Not a word to anyone about this.”

You give him a solemn look in return as you comb your fingers through his hair, gently guiding some stray locks back into place. “I’ll take your secret to the grave.”

Your hand is trembling just a little—enough for Astarion to notice. Enough for that damn smirk to find its way to his lips. You hold your breath.

“Nervous, love?”

Yes, and it’s stupid because you’ve done this often enough—daily, even. It’s just easier to apply cosmetics on yourself, sitting in front of a mirror and not kneeling in front of him, trying to evade his piercing gaze.

“Why would I be?” You scowl, readjusting the hold on your charred willow stick that has yet to make contact with Astarion’s skin. “Aren’t my eyebrows, are they?”

You shift closer to him, brushing against his leg with your knee, which doesn’t help your case at all. You can’t help feeling a little shaky when he’s this close—and he knows it.

“No need to tremble like a virgin, then, my sweet.”

Giving him a sharp look, you draw back a little, although you don’t make it far.

“Maybe you just need to come a little closer still,” he purrs as his hand takes hold of the back of your knee, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. “Might be less distracting for you…”

For someone close to having a meltdown less than fifteen minutes ago, he’s surely having lots of fun now. Biting your lower lip, you adjust your weight, straddling Astarion properly. Trying to ignore the hard body pressing against yours, you assess the natural growth of his eyebrows again, eventually setting the tip of the charred willow stick down on his skin, only to remove it again. This won’t work like this.

“Honestly, can you please just close your eyes?”

Astarion scoffs. “Should I blow out the candles, too, while I’m at it? Leave the nightdress on?”

“Shut up, or you’ll end up looking like a clown.”

That eventually does the trick. He gives you one last look that is somewhere between peeved and wary before he closes his eyes.

Entrusting you with his face isn’t easy for Astarion, which is exactly why you’re so nervous about the whole thing, to begin with. You want to do your very best—make him look his very best so that Astarion can feel good about himself. You couldn’t bear anyone making a bad comment on his appearance when he trusts you to be his mirror. The thought alone makes you shudder.

Astarion’s hand wanders up from your knee to your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze; this time, his touch is more encouragement than teasing.

After taking a deep breath, you lean back in.

With steady hands, you begin to redraw the missing parts of his eyebrows. Taking your time, you make sure to follow the natural shape of them; to blend out the colour where the charcoal comes off as too stark a contrast to his white hair.

While you’re working, Astarion doesn’t move one bit, eager—for once—to not fluster you. It’s not until you lean back to consider the fruits of your labour that he opens his eyes again.

“And?”

“Well,” you muse, “you look presentable enough.”

He scowls as you throw his own words back at him; you suppress a laugh before you take his face between your hands.

“If I could see the stars right now, I could not tell them apart from you,” you proclaim, mimicking his dramatics once again. It’s not as funny when you do it, so you’re quick to add, “You’re as beautiful as ever.”

You mean it, and Astarion knows it; trusts that you do. He leans forward to brush a kiss against your lips, hugging you to him, which is as much thanks as you expected to receive.

“Will you do it again tomorrow? And the day after,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, “please?”

“Of course,” you assure him, deepening the embrace, “until they’ve grown back.”

Astarion hums in agreement and you remain like this for a moment before you pull back to look into his eyes, which are once again framed by a pair of sharp eyebrows accentuating his perfect features.

“I should’ve noticed earlier,” you say, at last. “I’m sorry. I’m not a very good mirror, it seems.”

Astarion frowns at you, the intensity of his gaze taking you aback as it is wont to do.

“Don’t be,” he urges, gently taking your dominant hand in his. He runs his fingers along the back of it, careful not to put too much pressure on your still-raw skin. His touch stings nonetheless, reminding you of your own acid burns that have yet to heal—those spiders really are a menace. “You should be more careful, too, you know? You’re the only working mirror I have.”

You’re lying flat on your back before you can even gasp in surprise. To your embarrassment, your legs have already wrapped around Astarion’s waist; all you can see is that damn smirk on his lips as he’s towering over you, his face barely a finger width away from yours. Your breath hitches as you take him in; nobody has any right to be this beautiful.

“It would be a shame if I lost it, my precious little mirror,” he sighs before pressing his lips to yours.

It’s a far cry from his earlier kiss—heated, needy. Knowing you don’t stand a chance against his tongue gliding over your lower lip, you open your mouth to him, slowly losing yourself in him. There’s really nothing easier than that.

Your hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer as your fingers dig through his locks, eliciting a low moan from him. This is a lot more thanks for your service than you’ve expected, but you find yourself unable to complain. Your mouth is far too occupied for that anyway.

It’s almost obscene how easily Astarion can undo your stays and by the time his hand finds its way underneath your thin shirt, your mind is long clouded by lust. Leaving goosebumps in its wake, his hand glides over your belly up to your sternum before it firmly cups your breast. The lazy pace of his thumb drawing circles around your hardened nipple has you aching your back, trying to ease the wet heat gathering between your legs.

Wet.

Somewhere very far in the back of your mind, you remember that you had a reason for coming to him earlier—way before you ended up on his lap, let alone underneath him. Let alone this damn wet. What was it again?

You break loose from Astarion to take a quick breath. Not wasting any time away from you, his lips begin to trace along your jaw, your throat, your collarbone; his wicked grin is painfully obvious against your skin. By the time you realise Astarion is scheming something, he’s already pushing his knee under your ass, repositioning you so that you can feel his hardness pressing against your core. You hiss at the sudden contact.

Ah, right—hiss! Lae'zel.

You throw your head back with a sigh as Astarion begins to grind his hips against you, making any thought of the Githyanki warrior evaporate quickly. Fuck Lae'zel and her sense of duty and honour. You can just sit out her wrath with Astarion right here, right now, however long it may take. It doesn’t really matter that you’re not sitting much, either.

But then again, maybe this is why your companions take offence at you the moment Astarion is stepping out of line, although you’re sure they would be biassed, too, if they knew how positively divine he feels—especially when he’s teasing the waistband of your trousers with his long fingers as he does now. Your hips move in answer to his touch, and yet…Fuck.

You groan. Not with pleasure but from your own sense of duty. The others trust you as much as Astarion does; that’s why they somehow thought it wise to make you their leader. Almost annoyed with yourself, you prop yourself up on one elbow, pressing your hand against Astarion’s chest, telling him to stop before you’re way past the point of no return.

He raises an eyebrow at you. His hair is messy and his lips are red and swollen from your kisses and by the Gods you want him to fuck you. It takes you a very long moment to gather yourself.

“Now that we took care of your issue,” you pant, tracing the shape of his left eyebrow with your index finger, “you might wanna go fetch water if you don’t want Lae'zel to wipe them off right away.”

Tilting his head, Astarion gives you a long look. His fingers keep digging into your thigh which has you grinding your teeth to suppress another sigh. He doesn’t buy your attempt at keeping order and peace, not when he can undoubtedly feel you trembling with need for him. You’re not even protesting when he leans back over you, one arm next to your head to support his weight.

“So, what?” he breathes against your shoulder before planting a hot kiss against your skin. And another. And another, as he is slowly kissing his way down your body. “You said you would redo them over and over and over again, didn’t you, darling?”

Holding your breath, you watch your shirt being pushed up the lower he’s moving down on you, gasping only when the crisp evening air caresses your exposed chest.

Astarion’s trail of kisses comes to a halt right below your belly button. His crimson eyes are looking at you expectantly but you’re too preoccupied with his fingers slowly undoing your trousers to make any sense of his wordless question. You swallow.

“You did say that, didn’t you?” He repeats, the amusement evident in his voice.

“Yes,” you nod rather enthusiastically. “No problem. Not at all.”

“That’s what I thought,” Astarion grins, finally freeing you of your trousers to see how pathetically ready you already are for him.

Duty can wait a little longer, you decide as you give yourself over to the pale elf. You only promised Lae'zel to remind Astarion of his chores, not that you would make him do them, you reason.

You’re not his keeper, after all.

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wandas-lunchbox · 4 months

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so sick of you (chapter 3)

series summary: you and natasha have ended your relationship due to her cheating on you. it's been 5 years now. what happens when you bump into her at a bar on your birthday?

warnings: some swearing, but otherwise none

a/n: omg guys i’m acc so sorry this took 2 whole years to write. we’re gonna pretend that never happened…. you may end up having to wait another 5 years for the next chapter

finally i was on the plane. it felt like it took forever. it was an overnight flight which was good because i could finally get some sleep. wanda like the rich ass she is got us business class so we were pretty comfortable throughout the plane journey.

a couple hours had past and we were still mid air, wanda and i were sat next to eachother and in the chair next to me was a fairly pretty woman. ok i lied she was gorgeous. her hair was brunette with waves, she wore these black rimmed glasses and her lips looked so beautiful. i dont know why i noticed her lips but i guess i just did.

oh well.

i decided to get up and strech my legs for a bit, i felt some cramps in my legs so i needed to walk. wanda was snoring next to me while when harry met sally was playing in the background. i took a photo of her for evidence later. i walk up and head to the bathroom. it was occupied.

i stood there for a good whole 5 minutes till i heard faint moans coming from the bathroom. what the fuck. why are people having sex in an airplane bathroom, thats the most disgusting thing ever. they needed to hurry up bc a girls got to piss.

the beautiful brunette girl walks up to me, or well i guess to the bathroom. i admire her face.

“are people seriously having sex in an airplane bathroom”

i laugh and continue to look at her.

“honestly, like i understand doing it in your seat but the bathroom? seriously? thats the dirtiest place on the whole plane,” i said

“she laughs, are you headed to italy or is it a stop before another flight?” she asks

“yeah i’m going to italy, a friend actually planned this as a birthday trip, what about you?”

“oh, i live in italy, sorry let me rephrase i am italian and i used to live there, just visiting some family” she says

“oh nice, you’ll have to tell me some of the great places to go”

“of course!” she smiles at me

suddenly the bathroom door opens and a lady and a man walk out. both of them fixing their hair snd their clothes.

“after you,” the brunette says

“wait, i never ended up getting your name”

“we still have a whole 2 hours left of this flight, don’t worry you’ll figure it out” she laughs

i lock the door and began to do my buiness. i look at myself and i think i’ve seen death. my hair was a mess, and eye bags darker than ever.

i fixed it as a quick as possible before returning to my seat.

i smile at the girl before she goes in. when i sit at my seat i slap wanda a couple times trying to tell her what happened just now. she just slaps me back harder and starts snoring.

this girl could cause an avalanche with her snoring.

suddenly the girl returns to her seat and we continue to converse as if nothing had stopped us before.

we spoke as if we had known eachother forever. maybe we did?

the flight started to come to an end but our conversation definitely didn’t.

“you got a number or something?”

“yeah here let me type it for you.

i type in my number and write “your plain gf ;)” misspelling plane.

she laughs and points it out. “guess you’re a basic girlfriend then”

i look at her confused, only for her to show me i misspelled plane. i laugh and blush akwardly.

when the plane lands it takes forever for me to wake up wanda. this bitch just wouldn’t wake up.

after what felt like 3 trillion years, i get her up and we start to get ready to leave the plane.

we were in italy…

a/n: omg finally chapter 3 is out

lmk if you want to be added to the taglist making a new one

new year new me 😜

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talaok · 8 months

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Could you please write an imagine where Pedro and reader know each other for a very long time and reader comes from a not so happy family (unlike Pedro)

He’s in love with her and she does love him but does believe love is real or that relationships can last (thinking everyone only wants her for her body from past flings) and can’t give him a chance due to fear

Happy ending if you want

Thanks

warnings: angst, and brief talk about reader's bad childhood

a/n: im starting to honestly think yall should start writing fics, cause the shit you come up with is so good like

The first time you told him you were 13.

You had showed up at his doorsteps asking for a place to sleep.

You couldn't stand another minute of hearing your parents scream at each other two doors down.

They hadn't even noticed you were gone, they never did.

He was your only real friend at the time, and after a sort of awkward moment with his parents, he'd led you to his room and asked what had happened.

And that's the first time he heard the sentence he'd grow to hate.

"Love isn't real. It never lasts"

Your parents were the proof. Love is a trap, it deceives you into thinking you can spend your life with someone, when really, all you're doing is locking yourself into a cage, and when you finally realize what you've done, it will be too late, because then you'll be scared to get out, to start new, and that's why you'll stay, forever imprisoned because your own stupid choices.

From then on, it became your mantra.

With every guy who disappeared after having gotten you into bed, with every guy who dumped you as soon as they'd seen what's underneath your clothes, one sentence engraved itself in your mind.

Love isn't real. Love isn't real. Love isn't real.

And that's why, he, of all people, knew better than anyone why he shouldn't tell you, why he should continue pretending like he'd been doing for almost twenty years,

Maybe he was a masochist, or maybe his feelings were getting too strong and they had started to fog his brain, but he couldn't hold it in anymore, he'd kept it hidden for too long, and no matter how many women he'd meet there was always you in the back of his mind.

It had always been you.

And that's why tonight... tonight he had finally let go.

"Y/n, I love you"

He saw you freeze before his eyes, shocked and terrified of the words that had just come out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry" he murmured, swiping his sweaty hands on his jeans and looking around your living room to try and gather some composure. "I'm sorry to drop this on you like this. I know how you feel about the whole... love thing" he winced internally as his eyes set anywhere but on yours "And- and I don't want to ruin our friendship, and it's ok if you don't feel the same way, but..." He swallowed what felt like sand in his mouth as he finally looked into your eyes "Y/n I've felt this way for so fucking long" he breathed "I-I think I was too young to understand it when we met, but as we grew up it just became clearer and clearer and... and I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't keep it to myself anymore y/n, I'm sorry"

His words felt distant, muffled.

You felt like you were drowning and he was trying to talk to you from above the water.

He'd just told you the three words you dreaded most in the world, and now you didn't know what to do, or say, or even think.

And it wasn't the same as when any of your old boyfriends had said it, no, with him, with Pedro, those words scared you because they meant so much more,

because they reached into that deep, hidden part of you that... that felt the same way.

And that part of you was hidden for a reason, that part of you was the only thing that prevented you from becoming like your mom, from falling into the trap.

And now he'd just handed you the keys, and all you needed to do was decide to open the lock.

And you didn't know if you wanted to.

"I don't want to lose you y/n, the last thing I want is to lose you, you- you're the most important person in my life, I-I'd be lost without you, so if you don't feel the same way, it's fine, I promise it's fine, I can take it, but before you say anything I just want you to know that when I say I love you I mean it," Both your hearts were beating faster than they'd ever beaten before"I mean I love every single part of you, every single inch, that I love you when you sing off-tune and I love you when you call me in the middle of the night" he laughed "That- that I wake up and go to sleep thinking of you- that without you I wouldn't know how to breathe, that since I met you, I felt the need to become a better person so that maybe I'd deserve you." he said more softly now "And I'm sorry about your parents, and I'm sorry about everything that happened in your life, but I promise you that I'd never do anything to hurt you, that if you just give me a chance, I'll try my hardest to prove to you that love is real, that- that it can last if you just give it a try"

The soft roar of an engine made its way to your ears as a car drove by outside, the fabric of the couch felt itchy all of a sudden, and your breathing had become uneven.

You didn't know how long you both stayed silent, how long it took you to take in all he had just said, but when you finally opened your mouth, your voice didn't sound like your own.

"Pedro-" his eyes were filled with hope, but yours only with pain "Pedro you know how I feel about this" you murmured, like doctors did just as they delivered bad news "I'm sorry I- I can't do this, you know I can't... I just-" there was this feeling in your stomach, like all your organs were twisting, like your body was telling you you were making a mistake "I don't want to lose you, and I know that if we did... this, it would only end badly" you watched all the hope in his eyes crumble and you didn't think you'd ever hated yourself more than in that exact moment.

"I'm sorry Pedro," you said "I can't"

He didn't look like himself anymore, he didn't feel like it either. He felt as if all the life had left his body, and all that remained was a useless sack of skin.

But still, still, he couldn't help but realize that you hadn't said one thing, the one thing that was gonna make him give up forever.

"So you don't feel the same way?"

It wasn't tears threatening to spill from your eyes, it was liquid pain, liquid hatred for yourself.

"T-that doesn't matter"

He frowned, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't make him sound any more pathetic than he already was.

"B-but it does y/n. it does"

You swallowed thickly "Pedro, please" you begged

"I need to know," he said with a thread of voice

"I-I can't" you murmured, as a tear finally stained your cheek "I..."

He took that as his answer.

You didn't love him, and deep down, he'd always known.

"I think-" he cleared his throat to try and gain some composure, "I think it's best if I go," he said as he stood up.

you didn't know if you nodded, you didn't know anything anymore

He glanced back at you for a moment to see if there was any sign of you wanting to stop him, but your head was down.

both of your hearts broke with each step he took, and as he got farther and farther, this... feeling spread inside your body, this presentiment of having just made the biggest mistake of your life sneaked up your throat and robbed you of all oxygen.

And was only when his fingers grabbed the doorknob, and you grasped his arm, that you could breathe again.

"y/n-" he tried to speak, but you needed to do this before your mind could catch up, so you cut him off.

"I do," you said, as more tears fell from your eyes "I love you, Pedro"

His mind was a mess and his heart was a mess but he still managed to spit out a sentence

"Y/n, if you're saying that just because-"

"Pedro" you softly placed your hands on each side of his head, as you huffed out a silly laugh "Just kiss me"

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Reliable - Sebek

Author's Notes: This fic is for @rainbowcake1212 for my 300 Followers Event! I hope you enjoy your Hot Chocolate and Cheesecake fic!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Hot Chocolate and Cheesecake prompt

Word count: 2454

I stared, flabbergasted, at Sebek, who merely looked at me with that point-blank stare of his.

“So let me get this right…. You are getting harassed by overly pushy noble ladies seeking a…”

“A relationship.” He finished impatiently, scowling slightly before he continued, “I have rejected them countless times, but they still return. They no doubt wish to use me to get close to my Lord, but I will not allow it.”

A smug grin crossed his face as he finished, no doubt proud that he was protecting Malleus from a perceived threat. It was just sad that he didn’t realize he was perfectly worth being interested in all on his own without his connection to Malleus.

“And you want me to accompany you to this ball as your fake date?” I questioned him, hardly even able to believe that he had even brought this up.

And he simply nodded in confirmation, like there was nothing odd about it.

I shook my head incredulously, “Wouldn’t it be better to find someone a little more… I don’t know, impressive, to scare off your suitors?”

His eyebrows rose in a surprisingly slow climb for someone quite as hot-blooded as Sebek, “No.”

His hand twitched at his side, no doubt a sign of agitation at his having to request assistance from a human such as myself, “You will do perfectly well.”

I found myself shrugging, still not entirely certain about Sebek’s grand scheme but also willing to help. After all, it couldn’t be pleasant to be pursued by someone you’d already rejected.

“Alright, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?” That ended up being the question I wished I’d never asked since that was the question that led to my copious and detailed instruction regarding the Valley of Thorns and its many, many customs.

But, come the day of the ball, I was certainly prepared. Especially since Mrs. Zigvolt herself had gotten me a suitably dressy outfit ready.

She’d been thrilled that Sebek had brought a friend home, and then even more delighted when she found I was going to be his partner for the evening. Even after I’d told her I was just his fake date, she remained delighted. Chuckling slightly to herself as she’d gotten my measurements, “Of course, dear. Of course.”

I’d frowned at her but kept my silence, not quite having the heart to tell her that Sebek was anything but interested in me. I was just handy for the current situation he was in.

We were friends, but I doubted that line would ever be crossed since I was human and he’d made it painfully clear how he felt about humans in general. But, at the very least, pretending to be his date for the evening might be fun. Even if just a little.

And so I entered the palace on Sebek’s arm, doing my best to not be distracted by how good he looked in his clean-cut suit that made him look like a true knight even though he was still in training.

If I hadn’t been able to see it before, I could certainly see why he had a great many suitors who were apparently hounding him.

The doors swung open as we arrived, carefully walking down the wide staircase into the ballroom filled with fae, who all turned to openly stare at us.

Over at the raised dais, I could see Malleus, guarded by Lilia and Silver, alongside a seated woman whom I could assume was the queen.

The three of them seemed pleased to see me alongside Sebek, but I couldn’t say the same for everyone present.

There were several women, in particular, who seemed rather annoyed by my presence. Or perhaps it was more who I was with.

I leaned closer to Sebek, smiling relaxedly even as I whispered to him, “So what is it, exactly, that you’re wanting me to do?”

He glanced at me with one raised eyebrow, totally ruining the image of a happy couple by the lack of smile on his face, “You merely need to stay by my side.”

He spoke like that was obvious, and I sighed. Apparently, selling this relationship was going to be entirely up to me.

And our first test came all too soon as a younger-looking noble came over, a smile on his face as he greeted Sebek, “Ah. It is good to see you again, Master Zigvolt. I am sure you are relieved to be home from school.”

I watched awkwardly as the formalities were dispensed, feeling halfway like I was watching some sort of period film from a front row seat, until the man twisted to look at me, a charming smile on his face as he looked down at me, “And this is…?”

“Mine.” The response was blunt and immediate and had me looking up in utter shock at Sebek, who seemed perfectly relaxed. Like he hadn’t just spouted something utterly ridiculous, even if I was his fake date.

I smiled awkwardly as I looked back at the young man, who looked just as startled as I was, confirming that ‘mine’ was an odd way of introducing one’s partner even in the Valley of Thorns.

“Yes, I am Sebek’s partner,” I calmly let my hand continue to rest where it was, tucked through the crook of Sebek’s elbow, even as I squeezed his arm slightly in annoyed revenge. Earning myself an odd look from Sebek as I began cleaning up his mess.

“Please, call me Y/n,” The man nodded, smiling awkwardly as the two of us pretended that Sebek hadn’t just calmly asserted that I belonged to him. The man went on with what I assumed were more common pleasantries before at last bidding us adieu.

“It was a pleasure to have met you.” He bobbed his head awkwardly before quickly retreating as soon as he’d finished his piece. Leaving me to look up at Sebek in still frustrated shock.

“What was that?” I hissed at Sebek, earning myself an incredulous look from the young man, who apparently had seen nothing wrong with the introduction he’d given for me.

“I was letting him know that you were with me,” He was still utterly flummoxed, dragging a sigh out of me.

I’d known that Sebek was utterly hopeless, but this… I honestly hadn’t expected it to be quite this bad.

“Sebek, you can’t just introduce me as yours. No one does that. You need to just let people assume we’re together,” I quietly explained as we continued to meander through the room. Dodging various other guests who continued to watch the two of us with curious gazes.

“And why are people staring so much anyway? Is it that odd for you to come with someone?” Sebek was apparently more prepared for this line of conversation since he responded much more promptly and with less confusion as he shook his head.

“No. They are not used to humans. My father does not come to these… celebrations. The only human usually present is Silver, and he has already proved himself to be a competent knight. Other than that, it is only ever dignitaries.” I nodded as I mulled over his words, not entirely liking what they meant.

“So I’m the odd one here?” His nod confirmed my words, and I sighed, wondering for the thousandth time why he thought I would be a good choice for his fake date.

“Alright, what do we do next? Is there anyone you need to greet?” I looked up at him questioningly as he stopped us off to the side of the room. Glancing around as if to check that no one was too close to overhear us, even though people had been giving us wide-berth the entire time.

I suppose it was easier for them to observe from a distance.

“No, if anyone wishes to speak to me, they will come. At most, we’ll have to do one dance. For now, I’m going to get something to drink. Stay here,” So saying, he strode off. Straight-backed and proud as ever, even though it seemed like absolutely everyone was questioning his choice on his date. Including myself.

But that was the way Sebek often was. It was impossible to tell what was going to bother him and what wasn’t. While certain things being said about him would bother him endlessly, others wouldn’t.

What surprised me was that the others whispering about the fact he’d come with a human didn’t bother him. It was true that his parents were a human and fae match, but I’d figured that such a thing would bother him.

I frowned, watching as one of the fae broke off from the crowd and approached me. It was a woman.

She was, just like the other fae, absolutely gorgeous. But, more importantly, she had me pointed and was obviously approaching to have a word with me. And if my reasons for being at this ball were anything to go by, it was going to have something to do with Sebek and what I was doing with him.

This was quite likely one of the suitors he’d wished to deter.

She smiled as she stopped in front of me, “You must be Sebek’s partner. I confess I wasn’t aware he had someone he was with until the two of you appeared. It is lovely to meet you.”

Her tone was sweet, and, to anyone watching, she would appear quite genuine. But there was something in the way she held herself, like a snake poised to strike at the very instant I gave her an opening, that spoke of anything but sweetness.

But this was something I’d already been prepared for. While Sebek hadn’t mentioned it, Lilia had.

The suitors Sebek so wished to deter weren’t likely to just accept that he’d found someone that he preferred over them. Much less if that person didn’t have a rank and wasn’t fae.

So I smiled back, preparing to play whatever game was being laid out in front of me, “Oh, we haven’t been together that long, and Sebek wanted to make sure I was ready to attend one of these balls before he brought me with him. He’s incredibly attentive, you see.”

Attentive indeed. I doubted I would ever forget the rigorous testing I’d gone through before he’d at last decided that I was ready for tonight.

“Indeed, he is quite a charming man. It’s good that he prepared you, though. It would be so unfortunate if something went wrong. After all, it wouldn’t just affect you, but him as well. Better to be safe than sorry, as they say.”

She was an insincere one, that was certain. I could understand why Sebek wouldn’t like her, even as lovely as she was.

And charming wasn’t the first word I would use to describe Sebek.

It was true that he had some endearing qualities and that he was quite attractive, but still… Charming didn’t quite encompass all of Sebek when one thought of exactly how loud and blunt he could be at times.

But I didn’t miss her oh-so-subtle threat about how if something were to occur, it would affect him. That was something I’d already realized and had been the only reason I’d accepted his lessons with little complaint.

“Well, yes, of course. I could never let something happen to harm him.” They weren’t untrue words. In fact, nothing I’d said was untrue. But, just from watching her, it didn’t look like I had to lie to upset her.

“My, you are a sweet one. I can understand why he likes you so well. However, I can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to handle the pressure?”

I would have almost preferred if she’d thrown a drink in my face rather than attempting to slip through the cracks and hit me with attacks meant to weaken my resolve and cause uncertainty. But that was also her trouble. She wasn’t going to be able to sway me with such threats.

“Ah, well. I have faced certain pressures before, and I don’t want to disappoint Sebek….” I trailed off, watching as the man in question approached with a frown on his face.

“Y/n?” The woman turned to face him, her eyes wide at the tone he’d used. One that spoke of concern while simultaneously promising to handle the situation if I needed him to.

And that was one of the reasons this woman wouldn’t be able to sway me. Not only had she underestimated me, she’d underestimated exactly how much Sebek and I trusted one another.

I smiled at him, resting my hand on his arm, “Everything’s fine. I was just about to tell the lovely young woman that she needn’t worry about me. How could I ever crumble under any pressure and disappoint you when you are always so reliable?”

It was subtle, but I could see her fist clench behind her as she looked between me and Sebek. The picture of a supportive couple who wouldn’t crumble just because of a few spiteful words.

“I see.” He looked down at me for a brief moment, with a certain softness to his gaze before he looked her way. A proud smirk appeared on his face that had me bracing for the loudness that was coming.

“I THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN FOR MY PARTNER, MISS RAFFLESIA. BUT AS YOU CAN SEE THERE IS NO NEED FOR SUCH WORRIES!”

I barely managed to not cringe at his loudness but smiled nonetheless as he broadcasted the entire situation to everyone at the ball.

Whether calculated or not, he had certainly embarrassed ‘Miss Rafflesia,’ as evidenced by the way she retreated at impressive speeds.

“Was the yelling really necessary?” I looked up at him, still smiling at his customary volume, which had been oddly absent this evening.

He looked down at me, nodding firmly as he lowered his voice, no doubt because I’d mentioned his yelling, “Indeed. They all need to know that you have my utter trust. That way, they won’t bother trying to harass you when I am not near. It would take more than just a few words to break my trust in you, and I have faith that it is the same for you.”

My eyes widened at his words, ever blunt in his honesty, no matter the topic. I laughed slightly as I recovered from my surprise, earning myself a surprised look from my partner, which only amused me further.

But how could I help it when I’d long since realized that even though this was just a fake arrangement, I could have a far worse partner than someone quite as reliable as my very own knight.

*Rafflesia is a genus of parasitic flowering plants in the family Rafflesiaceae.

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coopigeoncoo · 4 days

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Meat Cute, Chapter 5

Chapter Links: First, Previous <- Chapter 5 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change, Swearing

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour!

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“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

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A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!

Most days, Charlie's incessant prattling amused Alastor. It was one of the few traits they both shared after all; the ability to pick up the threads of dropped conversations and weave them into something new. Usually a pithy quip on his part while Charlie would provide some long-winded tirade about friendship and optimism; nonsensical sorts of things that Alastor didn’t spare much thought towards.

Generally, it was an effortless feat for Alastor to redirect Charlie's attention and energy onto something or someone else; goodness knows that the residents of their hotel could generously be described as an absolute mess most of the time. There was always some sort of disaster brewing that the little Princess couldn't help but insert herself into. A lovers tiff here, a genocide there, another new guest with an uninspired tale of woe that required comfort and a supportive embrace or two.

But there was a stubborn streak in Charlie today that kept her focus fully on the Overlord. And while he usually never shied away from being the center of attention, Alastor had to admit that he was beginning to grow increasingly weary of her present line of questioning.

“-so what do you think? Are you willing to give it a shot?” Charlie asked, her entire body practically quivering in anticipation for his answer.

“Hmm? I'm sorry, I must have drifted off for a moment there. What were you saying?” Alastor apologized, his eyes alight with false sincerity.

“Oh, come on! There was no way you tuned out that entire musical number!” Charlie groaned in frustration. “I hit like, three super high notes! There was confetti-”

“I was dancin’,” a passing sanitation worker interjected, unceremoniously dumping a bin full of used hypodermic needles into the back of an idling trash truck.

“-the garbageman was dancing, Alastor!”

“I’m sure it was a most spectacular sight!” Alastor assured him.

“Damn right it was,” the garbage man grumbled under his breath as he hefted a heavily stained mattress into his arms.

“Okay, just- ugh! ” Charlie sighed, dragging a hand down her face in exasperation. “Forget the song-”

“Way ahead of you, my dear!” Alastor grinned, spinning his staff merrily as he set off down the sidewalk, Charlie quickly catching up despite his longer stride.

“I'm just worried, Alastor. You haven't really made any effort to open up to anyone at the hotel.”

“Haven't you ever heard the saying about mixing business and pleasure? I'm merely maintaining a professional demeanor. I would hate for the sterling reputation of our fine establishment to be tarnished by unprofessionalism!” Alastor explained, wiggling his fingers at a passing sinner who cowered under the oppressive weight of Alastor's fleeting glance.

“See, this is exactly what I mean!” Charlie shouted, frantically waving at all the pedestrians ducking down alleys and darting recklessly into oncoming traffic to avoid having to cross paths with the Radio Demon. “People are afraid of you, Alastor.”

“As well they should be! I am an Overlord after all, my dear. Being terrifying is part of the job description.”

“Yes, I know that! But the problem is that everyone is afraid of you.”

“Are they now? I guess most people must be smarter than they look!” Alastor laughed in delight as Charlie's consternation grew.

“I'm being serious here! Even the people at the hotel are still…uncomfortable with you,” Charlie offered diplomatically. “Which isn't what the hotel is supposed to be about. It's supposed to be a place of friendship and comradery- where people can feel safe enough to open up and be vulnerable.”

Charlie paused in her explanation to gesture to the palpable air of malevolence that radiated from her hotelier.

“And you come off as everything but safe.”

“Oh, stop it! You're making me blush!” Alastor cooed, lifting a coy hand to cradle his pale cheek.

“Alastor,” Charlie sighed, quickly shuffling around him on the sidewalk so she could place herself directly in his path, forcing him to come to an abrupt halt and look into her pleading eyes. “Please. I need the hotel to be a success. And I think that's what you want, too. For whatever reason.”

Alastor was quiet as he examined the determined jut of Charlie's chin, his head tilting slightly to the side in consideration. “What exactly is it that you require of me?”

“To be friendly. To honestly try and connect with someone.”

“Shall I braid your hair then? Gossip with the Effeminate Fellow about boys? ”

“Those are both great ideas! But they…don't really seem like your thing,” Charlie hesitantly admitted. “Why don't you start out with something you're good at?”

“Torture?”

“Talking.”

“If you insist,” Alastor sighed. “But my suggestion would be considerably more entertaining.”

“Hey, you never know where a good conversation might lead! Just look at me and Vaggie!,” the Princess chirped excitedly, her eyes sparkling in delight at the mere thought of her taciturn partner. “She would barely say two words to me when we met and now we tell each other everything!”

“Ahhh,” Alastor narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Is that your angle? To find me a partner? A paramour? To try to soften me up with affection? ”

“What? No, that's not it at all!” Charlie rushed to assure him, her hands flapping wildly in front of her body as though she could physically waft away the misunderstanding. “I mean, it would be great if you could find someone like that, you know, if- if you wanted to! It's nice to have someone to care about- to care about you , in that way.”

“Please, do elaborate,” Alastor said, gesturing in front of himself with an exaggerated wave of his hand, encouraging Charlie to continue down the hopelessly cracked and pitted sidewalk towards Cannibal Town.

“Oh- uhhh,” Charlie sputtered, stumbling over her own legs slightly as she moved to fall into step beside Alastor, her fingers nervously twiddling around each other as she struggled to find the words to explain herself. “Partners are, well- it's sort of like being friends, but more? Better, I guess? You talk with them and spend time with them like friends, but they just-”

Charlie paused, heaving in a deep sigh as she imagined her girlfriend in her mind's eye, and tried to verbalize all the wonderful feelings that Vaggie cultivated in her heart.

“When you see someone you love, your day just instantly brightens. You get excited thinking about the next time you see them- it feels like a bunch of moths are fluttering around inside of your belly.”

Alastor's upper lip curled up in revulsion. “And that's a desirable feeling? Intestinal insects?”

“Well, not when you put it that way,” Charlie huffed, crossing her arms across her chest in frustration. “It's something you can't really explain unless you've experienced it.”

Alastor was unusually quiet, the ambient humming that surrounded him barely audible as they continued on their way. For a moment, Charlie worried that she had maybe gone too far; that she had drawn an exclusive circle around herself and her experiences that painted Alastor as even more of an outsider than he already was. An apology sat perched on her tongue, ready to assure him that it was okay to never have felt these things, when Alastor spoke up.

“It doesn’t feel like fluttering ,” Alastor drawled, his free hand pressed against his abdomen pensively. “It’s more akin to a gnawing sensation.”

“Wait- ,” Charlie gasped, quickly sucking in a lungful of the humid Hellish air. “Alastor, is there- is there someone you have feelings for?”

“Upon reflection I do believe there might be, based on your exceptionally vivid description of the experience,” Alastor informed her with an excited grin, pushing open the reinforced glass door of a building and ushering Charlie over the threshold ahead of him with a courteous incline of his head.

“Ooooohhhhh, Alastor!” Charlie squealed, bouncing on her toes in barely suppressed jubilation as she queued up in the short line in front of the register. “Who is it? How long have you known them? Can I meet them? Do you think they like you back? Wait- that's too many questions! I'm sorry! But I'm just so excited for you!”

“It's fine, my dear! Perfectly understandable,” Alastor reassured her with an indulgent laugh. “And of course you can meet them, if that's what you'd like.”

“YES! ” Charlie yelled, only realizing how loud she was once all the numerous eyes of both the customers and the walls of the store quickly shifted their focus onto her. She coughed into her fist and straightened her lapels in embarrassment as she waited for the other customers to lose interest and turn away. “I mean- that is to say, it would be lovely to meet them at your earliest convenience.”

“But of course!” Alastor agreed readily as he stepped with Charlie to the front of the line. “Here she comes now!”

“Now?” Charlie squawked, spinning around frantically in quick circles to try and catch a glimpse of who in the store Alastor might be referring to.

“Here you are, Alastor, Sir,” you announced with a nervous grin, sliding a large, paper-wrapped parcel across the counter. “One whole venison round, as requested.”

“Thank you, my dear!” Alastor said as he took hold of the meat, vanishing it to locations unknown with a quick snap of his fingers. “I was wondering if I might trouble you for a moment longer, though?”

Sweat immediately began to gather at your hairline as you tried to swallow down the bile creeping up your throat. “Is- is there a problem with your order?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Alastor assured you with a sharp grin that did little to settle your nerves. “It has recently been brought to my attention that I am enamored with you.”

All sounds inside the butcher shop abruptly halted, like the entire store had been sucked into a vacuum; customer's jaws hanging slack in shock at the unexpected confession.

“You're what?” You squeak in obvious distress, casting pleading glances at your coworkers who were quietly peeking in through a slim crack through the backroom door, eager to spy on the unfolding drama.

“Enamored, my dear! Beguiled! Infatuated! Smitten, if you will.”

“You… like me?” You muttered dumbly as your brain struggled to process the bizarre scene you had found yourself thrust into the middle of.

“Apparently!” Alastor laughed, reaching behind himself to tug his companion to his side. “See, I was chatting with my associate here, Charlie, the Princess of Hell-”

“Your Grace,” you croak dryly, dropping into what was hopefully a passable curtsy.

“Hey, uh- nice to meet you!” Charlie greeted with a stiff wave and an even stiffer smile.

“-and she made me realize what my true feelings for you were! How you make my day better, how I look forward to the next time I see you, how you make my stomach rumble, ” Alastor growled lowly, his already towering form seeming to elongate as he loomed over you.

“...It ah- it sounds like maybe you're just… hungry whenever you see me?”

“Perhaps!” Alastor cackled, his staticy laugh even more distorted up close. “But one man's passion is another man's hunger, as they say!”

“Do they say that? Is that a thing people say?! ” You whispered manically towards Charlie, her shoulders jumping up towards her ears in a helpless shrug.

“Gastrointestinal palpitations aside, you can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow, his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place; afraid that any sudden movement might somehow cause him to pounce. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

“RIGHT , okay!” Charlie interrupted with a nervous laugh, slamming a handful of bills down onto the counter as she managed to mercifully push herself between the Radio Demon and the meat counter. “So sorry, but we have to go- there's important hotel business we need to get back to! It was lovely meeting you, have a nice day, BYE!”

You were still staring at the door minutes after Charlie had frantically pulled Alastor out of the store, only snapping out of your daze when your manager shuffled up beside you, nose buried in the employee handbook.

“I've triple checked and experiencing sudden romantic overtones isn't grounds for taking personal leave,” he explained, pointing to the exact passage in the well-worn guide. “You're gonna’ have to finish out your shift.”

“Of course,” you replied distantly, unable to meaningfully focus on anything other than your racing thoughts and the strange, muffled ringing in your ears. “What about if I pass out?”

“Says here you'll get a fifteen minute break and a strong cup of tea.”

“Better put the kettle on then,” you mumbled as your knees buckled, vision going black as you plummeted towards the floor. Your manager looked down at your crumpled body and sighed, nudging you out of the way with his foot and stepping up to the register.

“Next in line!”

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Tommy Miller x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

WC: 3138

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @networkluna

Summary: f/Reader was in a relationship with Tommy before he leaves the QZ. She joins Joel, Tess & Ellie along with her twin sons to find Tommy, & when they finally see him, it doesn't go how she expected it.

YN'S POV:

When I found out Joel was going to find Tommy, I knew I had to tag along. At first, Tess wasn't happy that I was coming along.

Not because she thought I wanted Joel, but because she made a promise to Tommy, that she was going to keep me safe, and by keeping me safe, that was keeping me in the QZ.

I met Tommy when he and Joel first arrived in the Boston QZ. I was instantly drawn to them. They barely spoke to anyone when they first arrived but I was able to get to know Tommy after we ended up working on the same shifts. I learned about his life before the Outbreak.

But Tommy started to hate it in the place I have learned to call home. A place that was free from the Infected. Yeah, the people in charge were pieces of shit. He then met Marlene and became enthralled with the idea of the Fireflies and their ideas.

He was convinced that they could change the world and make it a better place for us, but they were just ideas.

When he would bring up me and Joel joining the Fireflies, I would gently turn him down as I hated seeing his face crestfallen.

Now him bringing it up to Joel, would cause a massive fight between the two of them. I would end up leaving them alone and heading to my place before curfew.

I would usually find Tommy at my door, needing a place to stay while he cooled off from his fight with Joel.

The two of us found solace in one another. We started as friends with benefits. Then I found myself falling for the charming man who was only a few years older than me.

After many months of the two of us hooking up, I told Tommy I couldn't see him anymore.

"Why not? Haven't I been good to you YN?" He asked me. Him clearly confused.

"Yeah, Tommy but I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when," I trailed off. I couldn't even continue my sentence.

"When what, YN?" He stood up from his spot on the couch, in my apartment.

"Doesn't even matter Tommy."

"Come now baby girl, tell me what is wrong." He went to put his arms around me to console me but I just shrugged him off.

"I can't keep pretending everything is fine when I have fallen for you."

"We made a deal that we wouldn't do that YN." His voice was low as he put his arms at his side.

"I know but I just couldn't help it. I tried to fight it, I did Tommy."

He opened his mouth to say something else when he closed it, turned around and grabbed his coat and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

He left me standing there, stunned at what just happened.

My heart felt like it shattered into a billion pieces at that very moment, instantly regretting having this conversation.

I made myself busy and took on extra shifts to keep myself occupied. It worked during the day, but when I was alone, the thoughts came rushing back.

A few days after our conversation, I found myself re-reading Anne of Green Gables for what seemed to be the 100th time, there was a knock on my door.

It was past curfew, and I knew that no one should be coming.

I got up and looked through the peephole and to my surprise it was Joel. I opened the door and I could by the look on his face that this wasn't a happy visit.

"What's wrong?"

"We have to go, now." He said to me.

"Joel, I am not leaving and risk getting caught unless you tell me what the hell is going on." I stood my ground for once with him.

"It's Tommy. He got into a fight and he won't let me nor Tess fix him up. He is asking for you." That had me pushing past Joel, not caring if I got caught for being out past curfew. I had to get to Tommy.

But that night, if it wasn't for Joel, I most certainly would have been caught.

The two of us walked quietly and swiftly through the streets of Boston QZ and made it to Joel's apartment.

"I have to warn yeah YN, he got it pretty bad." I nodded my head in understanding, waiting with bated breath as he took his time to open his door.

I could hear Tommy and Tess arguing.

The two of them quieted down when Joel and I walked in. Tess looked relieved and moved away from Tommy.

"Joel and I will just be in the other room." She said as she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

I got to work, doing my best to clean him up as best as I could, with what little I had. The two of us didn't speak, me trying to concentrate and him, well who knows why.

"YN," He finally spoke. I stopped bandaging his hand and looked up at him, but the anger I felt towards him came rushing back at that very moment.

"YN, will you please look at me."

"Why? I have nothing to say to you, Tommy."

"That isn't true baby girl." My head snapped up at the nickname.

"You do not get to call me that. Once I am done here, I am through with you. I poured my heart out to you and what did you do? Walked out the door and didn't even bother to look back."

I went back to work on him, looking over each bruise and cut. Made sure that nothing was broken. "I left because you are too good for me YN."

I snorted at that and kept working.

"It's true, at least to me YN. When you told me how you felt, I could just see myself screwing up your life. You deserve someone better than me."

"I should be the one to decide that, not you. Can't you see it has been you since we got to know each other Tommy?" I sighed. I could feel myself getting tired.

"I can do all I can do. Keep the cuts clean and change the bandages. Only light work for a few days."

"You would have made a great Doctor YN." I gave Tommy a forced smile. I was just in my second year of schooling when the Outbreak happened. I help out now in the QZ when I can for the smaller ailments.

I was about to get up when I felt Tommy place his hand on my arm. "You know I love you too YN. Being away from you these last few days has been horrible, but I can't stand to lose you as a friend."

"You won't Tommy. I am not going anywhere."

That night we had our first kiss as a couple with his older brother coming out to make fun of him. A playful side of Joel that doesn't come out that often.

But as the years went on, Tommy couldn't stand living in the QZ anymore and that was the cause of our big fights.

And one day he was just gone. He left in the middle of the night, knowing I would make him stay. It was after a massive fight he had with Joel I came to find out later.

My heartbroken once more. Not knowing if he was okay or not. Two days later I found a note he wrote for me.

He told me that he loved me and that he will be back for me. To take me away from this hell hole that we have come to call home.

That was five years ago and he hasn't returned. Joel was the one who communicated with him. I was so angry with Tommy and he knew it.

When it was my turn to send out a message, Tommy never responded. I tried a few times but Tommy decided to cut me out his life and I had to learn to accept that as I had more important things to worry about, or should I say two little someone's.

I found out a few weeks after Tommy left that I was pregnant. When it came time to deliver, I was stunned when two boys came.

Theo and Tate Miller, I named them.

And that has brought me here to this very moment, Joel was beyond pissed when the three of us joined him, Tess and Ellie, on this adventure as I called it for the boys.

"I am not leaving them behind. Who knows what FEDRA would do to them," I could see that Joel was fighting an inner battle with himself, but he knew we would just follow behind him.

And he also knew I was right. If I stayed behind, he knows that I would be detained, along with my sons. I would have been tortured or the boys of been tortured as well.

"Fine, but the children stay in the middle. No wondering off, got it?" He said sternly to his nephews.

"Yes, Uncle Joel."

Ellie stood between them and held their hands and asked them questions as we walked toward the ruins of the old city.

Things were going smoothly until all hell broke loose. First I saw Ellie's arm and her head almost got blown off.

"I am not infected. I am immune. I have been like this for like three weeks." I had the boys behind me as I looked at Joel to see what the fuck he wanted to do.

So we waited it out and Ellie was right. She showed no signs of being infected and I was stunned.

And the next thing I knew, we were running for our lives and trying to stay quiet as the Clickers can't see shit.

Then Tess became infected and stayed behind to sacrifice herself.

The five of us that were left, ran out of the building. Theo slipped from my grasp on the way out, but Ellie was able to grab him and pull him up.

We watched as the building went up in flames, my heart breaking at the thought of losing Tess, but we had to move on. We couldn't stay here any longer than we needed to.

We walked to Bill and Frank's place. I was excited to meet them as I heard so much about the from Tess. When I asked Joel about them, all he told me was, "they can be trusted," and that was good enough for me. If Joel didn't trust someone, then there is a good reason.

But as we soon learned, they died together, on their terms. So we grabbed supplies and got in Bill's truck and headed on our way.

I sat up front with Joel and the kids sat in the back. "What are you gonna do when you see him?" I asked Joel.

"Probably punch him." I couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was joking or not, but knowing Joel it can go one of three ways.

Punch to the face.

A hug.

Or a punch to the face and then a hug right after, blood pouring out of Tommy's nose.

"You?"

"Same." I might just punch him.

"Good. After what he put you through, you can have the first punch."

"Thank you, Joel."

Joel was furious that Tommy left and he became almost enraged when I told Joel I was pregnant. At first, Joel stayed away, not knowing how to take the news, but one day I came home and there was a crib next to my bed.

I found Joel, standing next to it looking kind of sheepish. I was at a loss for words.

"I know the baby can't sleep in your bed all the time so I thought, well," Joel was stuttering trying to show some type of emotion. All I did was hug him and say thank you and he patted my back awkwardly.

We got to the blockade and had to go around it. Ellie is sitting up front now and I am in the back with Theo and Tate, letting them sleep against me.

They woke up to the sound of their Uncle getting frustrated at us for getting lost in an unfamiliar city.

"Where the hell is everyone?" I asked.

"My thoughts exactly YN." Joel and I were on high alert, trying to see if there was anyone. Someone came stumbling out of nowhere, calling for help.

Joel didn't waste a second as he backed up and got away from the obvious trap.

"Put your heads down," I told Ellie and the boys. Ellie went to question me but the boys quickly ducked their heads.

But then people were shooting at us and we had to get to safety. We ended up in some garage, Joel and I shooting at the small ambush.

We didn't hear the man walk through the back way. I felt something hit the back of my head and I went down, instantly blacking out for a few moments.

I woke up to Ellie standing behind Joel and the attacker, and Ellie shooting to protect Joel.

The man was begging for his life, but Joel quickly put an end to his pleas.

"You good YN?"

"Yeah, just a headache." I could see Theo and Tate peeking out of the wall.

"Good, we have to find somewhere to hide." We grabbed what we could from the truck and headed to unfamiliar territory.

The tears were streaming down my face as I helped Joel and Ellie bury Sam and Henry. Poor Sam became infected and his own brother shot him.

We tried to get the gun away from Henry, but he turned it on himself before we could stop him.

Joel and I moved the bodies outside and picked the spot where we could bury them. Ellie insisted on helping us and I let her, even though Joel said no.

The boys weren't too far from us as they know not to go far. They have been quiet since they witnessed their friend get shot.

But this is just how this world is now. We either kill when we have to or become the Infected.

"Which way is West?" Ellie asked. Joel looked around and pointed in the direction. Ellie took her backpack and started to walk that way.

I dropped the shovel and grabbed my bag, whistling to get my son's attention. They quickly joined by side, gripping my hands as tight as they could.

Joel wasn't far behind us and Theo let go of my hand and waited for his Uncle to catch up. I turned to watch the two of them, smiling to myself as I watched Joel take Theo's outstretched hand in his and slow down his stride just a bit so his nephew could catch up.

Tommy told me about Sarah and that first night of the Outbreak. How Sarah died in her Dad's arms. That explains how Joel was and still is. That can mess someone up.

But when I see him with Theo and Tate, I can catch glimpses of what I assume is the previous Joel. These two have a hold over him and he will never admit it, but I can see it.

The seasons changed and it is now late Autumn, early Winter I am assuming. We have finally made it to Wyoming.

We found some good people who took us and even gave us horses to ride on. Ellie had her own, and Joel and Tate were on one, as were Theo and I.

We rode for a few days, stopping when we could to give the horses and ourselves a break and then we made it to a small community.

I made sure that I had one arm wrapped securely around my son as the people were giving us funny looks.

We got off the horses and I saw Joel go running. I heard him call out a name and I looked up and it felt like everything froze.

Tommy.

The two of them embraced and I knew they were questioning each other, and then Tommy's made eye contact with me over Joel's shoulder.

"I guess that is Tommy," Ellie said as she stood next to me.

"Yeah, it is." I had so many emotions running through me, I had no idea how to react. The two of them are now heading this way and a woman had now joined them.

"YN." Tommy barely had my name out his mouth and I was hugging him, telling him how much I have missed him.

He pulled back and gave me a tight-lipped smile and looked down at his sons. "These are Theo and Tate. They are very excited to meet you."

"And I am Ellie." Who stuck her hand out for Tommy and the mysterious woman to shake.

"YN, I believe you and I should talk."

"Oh, this is the YN, how nice to meet you. I am Maria."

"Hello, Maria, nice to meet you," I said to her before Tommy escorted me away from the small group. I knew the kids would be safe with Joel and Ellie.

"YN," He ran his hand across the back of his neck.

"Tommy what is it you can tell me." I took a step closer to him and he took a step back.

"I don't know how to say this, but Maria is my wife."

It was my turn to take a step back. I looked him up and down and the next thing I knew, my fist almost connected with his nose, but he caught it.

"You are a piece of shit Tommy Miller. You have had five fucking years to tell me you found someone else. I came out here to find you with our sons."

"You could have stayed home."

"And how the hell was I supposed to know you were married? You didn't tell any of us."

I turned around and stomped away from him, but he was trying to get me to talk to him.

"YN you have to understand." I spun around and pushed him away from me.

"Understand what? You got lonely? That you needed someone to keep you company? You know what the hell I was doing? Oh, no because you ignored me. I was raising your boys, telling them how great their Dad is and how he can't wait to meet them."

"And I want to get to know them."

"Nope, not happening. As soon as Joel and I can head back to the QZ, we are leaving."

"YN, come on."

"Fuck you Miller. Have a nice life."

PART 2

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Patience #1.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to invisibleninja12]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 7,646 (I’m sorry it’s so long)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part One from Jiraiya's POV

Masturbating (Pillow Humping)

Age Gap

Power Difference (teacher/student)

Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial

Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl

Hair Pulling/Choking (for five seconds)

Soft Domination/Praising

Fingering/Oral/Titty Play

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My breath is sharp as I exhale. Pressing my hands and forehead to the wood of the hotel door doesn't ground me as much as I thought it would. This trip has been testing my patience and not in a good way.

The youthful kunoichi I've been training hasn't been kind to my thoughts. The youthful kunoichi who has a habit of ordering Chuhais with dinner, not so kindly reminding me that she is in fact an adult and not the usual 'fresh out of the academy' shinobis I train. The youthful kunoichi who gets a pissy look on her face when another woman catches my eye.

The youthful kunoichi that has a habit of turning me on, either on accident or - I'm starting to think - on purpose. She messes with my head. The skirts and dresses she wears on our days off. Her big doe eyes when she looks up at me. The way her hands linger on me the few times we touch. Her -

"Jiraiya-Sensei," my student calls, the noise muffled by the distance between us.

The soft whine sparks my mind out of the gutter and back into motion. A million different scenarios run through my head, none of them good. Why did my undercover have to meet today? Why couldn't he have waited until my kunoichi was back safely tucked away in the village?

My movements are quick but quiet as I open the hotel door, all worries chipped away just a bit once the distance is even smaller. The soft sound of the shower running and no threat to be seen calms my panic down in an instant.

The thought of checking the bathroom flickers through my mind. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate... but I've done worse things. Besides, my student called for me. What if she's in danger and I ignore her plea for help?

I stay silent, turning the door handle slowly, continuing the stealth movements as I push it open. "Please Jiraiya?" Comes her voice again, this time strained and a bit breathless.

She is not in danger, that's for sure. Through the cloth current, I can see her silhouette. It's hunched over, the sight and sounds filtering from it mixing to make a very good picture in my head. A good picture that rushes blood to my penis.

My mind is torn. My kunoichi very obviously wants me, she's begging for me as she gets herself off. But... she's my kunoichi. What if she says yes to everything in fear of her teacher? Of me? It would be hot, playing out a teacher-student fantasy like that... A fantasy that isn't fake. A fantasy that could destroy our teacher-student relationship and possibly her future as a shinobi.

My thoughts are cut off by movement in the shower, the situation being pulled to the front instead of my conflicting thoughts. Once again panic rises in my chest. What do I do? She can't see me in here. That's wrong, even too wrong for me.

I quickly work my way back out of the bathroom, doing my best to stay as quiet as before. What do I do? Pretend I was never in the bathroom, for one. Do I pretend I'm just getting back? Pretend I didn't hear any of it?

But if I do act as if I heard it her cheeks will get all pink and her eyes will blow out in their doe-like way. Why did I take on such a young woman for a student? She acts so naive and it's adorable and I just want to see how good she'd look with those eyes looking at me as she pans for me to touch her.

The sound of the water shutting off and the shower curtain opening only makes me panic more. I'm running out of time for a game plan. I'll just hide. That'll be... difficult. I'm not exactly the size of my student, I can't hide in whatever knock or cranny I find.

When the sound of the door knob turning fills the room, I panic even more, ducking into the unused closet of the hotel. Just as I'm snapping the doors closed, the bathroom door swings open.

"Dear Lord, Sweetheart," I mumble to myself once she falls into my view. Her head is on a swivel, scanning the room, making me worry. Did she hear me? Is that why she's looking for me?

A whine falls from the little one when she doesn't find me. The sound going straight to my penis, turning me on even more.

My eyes trail after her as she walks across the room, my mind running laps the whole time. I can't just pop out of the closet. How the hell would I explain that? It's later in the day, maybe I can wait for her to go to bed. It'll only be three or four... hours. I sigh at the thought, it won't be fun being cramped in this closet for so long.

I continue to watch her, which probably isn't the best choice. My dick pulses as my sweet, young, obedient student crawls into my bed. My student, stretches out on the sheets, resting for just a beat.

My little one is back in motion soon enough, reaching for one of my pillows and tucking it between her knees. All I can think is 'Please don't' as I screw my eyes shut. She's my student. My student who is getting herself off while she thinks she's alone. My student that's mewling for me as she soaks my pillow.

"Fuck me," I mumble, eyes snapping open when my dick starts to pulse again. The sight of my student working herself up shoves the thought of jacking off into my mind. "My student, my student, my student," I whisper to myself on repeat, reaching down to grip my dick through my pants.

"Jiraiya," she calls again, the sound of my name echoing in my head in that breathless, needy tone of hers.

"My student, my student, my student," I continue, snapping the closet doors open before I can stop myself. I need to leave the room, I need to pretend to just be getting back, I need to touch her before I explode.

"My student," I whisper once more, stopping at the edge of my bed.

The little one's hips are none stop as she humps my pillow, my literal pillow princess. My eyes snag on her pussy. She's soaked, her juices leaking through her pajama pants and starting to soak the pillowcase. "Please Sensei?" Comes another plea, snapping what little piece of righteousness I have left.

I reach forward, gently pushing on the material of her pants, forcing it just barely into her hole. More of her juices soak out from the movement, coating my bed even quicker.

My student yells in surprise, her body shooting up as she clings to my bedsheets, making her even more adorable. A soft moan slips from her movements as I enjoy the warmth and mess seeping from her, collecting it in my palm.

"So chatty, aren't we?" I tease, trying to soothe her fright. I need my sweet thing to not be fearful or else I'll stop before anything happens, or else I put her future and mine in jeopardy for no reason.

"Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei," I continue, testing the waters. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she doesn't want this, maybe this is a fantasy of hers she never actually wanted to play out. Maybe she wants me but not as 'Sensei' in bed.

More naturally made lube seeps out of her, a sign that she does like this. A sign that my obedient little student gets off to me bossing her around. "I... um... didn't hear you," she whispers as her body language loosens, arms falling back to the bed as her hands still cling to my bed sheets.

The tips of her ears are pink in embarrassment, and I'm sure her eyes are blown out like they usually are when I catch her doing something she's not supposed to. "Are you a chatterbox in bed, Sweetheart?" I repeat, testing the waters again, this time with a nickname.

I reluctantly shimmy my hand out from under her before resting them on her hips. I want her moving again, I want to hear her foggy lust-filled sounds and calls for me. I want to pound her into the mattress until she's exhausted with those tired tearful eyes she gets after a training session.

"Sometimes," comes her answer, head stiff as she looks forward. Is that a good or bad sign?

"What have you been up to, Little One?" I ask calmly, the nickname slipping out before I can stop it. I busy my hands, forcing her hips to thrust forward in hopes the stimulation will damper the pet name.

"While you were..." She starts, her jaw clicking shut, cutting the answer off. A muffled moan spills out nonetheless, reminding me of my forgotten hard-on still locked away in my pants.

I stop her movements long enough to tap her cheek, a usual redirection I use when she gets too mouthy with a fellow shinobi or an employer. "Don't do that, Sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again," I confess, shifting her hips back and forth to damper my words for the second time.

My student's head starts leaning backward, causing panic to rise in my chest. I don't think I can continue this with her looking at me. Not yet. My hands jump from her hips to grip her face, my fingertips gently digging into her cheeks. "Keep your head forward, Little One," I order, holding my breath as I wait for her response.

The Sweet Thing goes back into position, neck straight and face forward, but only for a moment. Her head tilts to the side, adding innocence to this heated moment. Adding the small piece of approval I need to be sure she wants this too and that she won't follow an order she doesn't want to.

"While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," she answers softly, flowing more blood to my dick as thoughts of destroying her innocent act fill my head. God it would be so good hearing her beg me to do dirty things to her, to see her pussy soaked and creamy from my cum. "Sensei?"

The gentle question only jacks up my arousal even more. I want that word tumbling out of her as I stuff her full. "Sweetheart?" I call back, redirecting my hormones by rubbing her cheeks softly. When that isn't enough, I lean forward and press a kiss behind her ear, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as I do so.

"If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" The question is wrapped in more fake innocence, the clenching of her thighs tipping me off to the real reasoning. My youthful pillow princess is seeping in unchecked hormones with no outlet because of how much time we spend away from the village.

As I think of an answer, I shift to the other side of her head, repeating my kiss behind her other ear this time. "Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village," I tease, tapping into the sweet girl's jealousy. Jealousy that I now know is jealousy and not just the usual pissy attitude most young Shinobis have.

She huffs, and I'm sure her cheeks are dusted in pink and popped out like they always are when she's angry. "Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time," I shortly explain, trying to plan the best way to ease into this.

My sweet girl wants this, and I sure as hell know I want it, but I don't want to scare her. I don't want her rushing into things or saying yes to everything because she doesn't feel safe. Or because she doesn't know any better.

I'd be lying if I said I haven't sniffed around about my kunoichi's dating life. At the time it was for shinobi purposes, she couldn't have any loose ends in the village if we're traveling so much. The more I sniffed, the more I found out that as far as people know, she hasn't done anything. No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no reappearing visitor, and no signs of reoccurring or occasional one-night stands. Given, that doesn't mean it hasn't happened, but the signs sure do point that way.

If we're going to mess up our current relationship, this extreme step is going to come with as many safety nets for her as possible. From possible first-time experience to whatever aftermath this will have, she will be safe and comfortable in any way I can provide.

"Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?" The questions come out soaked in jealousy, tugging at my heart even more. This sweet little thing is craving me so badly. I wonder how long her craving has been clawing at her.

I laugh at her behavior before I can stop myself, still toying with the soft skin on her cheeks. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers," I answer honestly, as pieces of moving this forward click into place.

"Lair," she huffs again, head shifting in my hold to tilt in the other direction.

I laugh again at her answer, dipping my hands further down her face to cup it better. I push her head backward, finally ready to see her face. "Hello, Little One," I coo, soaking in her features. Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are big and dewy with embarrassment as she scans over me too.

"Hi," she answers, voice still soft as her sight snaps away from me.

"Aw, come on, Sweetheart," I continue to coo, trying to soothe whatever emotions are rushing through her. "Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." It takes a second, but the little one shifts her focus back to me. "What an obedient student I have," I praise her, dipping down to place drawn-out kisses across her face.

"Sensei?" She calls once my focus shifts to the other side of her face.

"Hush, Little One," I order, knowing I won't last long if she keeps mewling for me. My hands slide down further, cupping her throat in my hands. Her neck seems small in my hold, reminding me how big of a man I am. I keep my touches light, worried I'll hurt her.

"But - "

"But nothing," I cut her off, hoping I'm cutting off another 'Sensei' instead of a 'no'. "I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." I wait a second, scanning for a reaction out of the corner of my eye as I stay busy littering kisses across her skin. My Sweetheart's thighs rub together again, letting me know my plan is a go, she likes the idea of me being Sensei in bed.

I try a gentle squeeze on her skin, starting my trial and error for her likes and dislikes. Her body jerks, her dewy eyes quickly filling with fear from the gentle kink test. I freeze my movements instantly, fingers jumping to rub her jaw and kisses forgotten. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you," I apologize gently, trying to soothe her again.

"It's okay," my sweet girl answers, the lust-filled eyes shifting back into place, her fear from a second ago completely forgotten. She feels safe, good.

I go back to littering her with soft kisses, continuing to tune her hormones and keep her calm. "It's not. I won't do anything you don't want, Little One," I mumble, softly shifting her behavior. She needs to know her discomfort isn't okay and that her comfort is a top priority, always, but especially right now.

The Pillow Princess shifts, a soft mewl falling from her, reminding me once again about both of our arousals. "Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, Sweetheart?" I ask, grip tightening as I try to ignore my needs. I want to toy with her and figure out her chirps and whistles so she enjoys this. Plus, if there are more times, I want to be ready right care for her needs.

"Please?" My sweet thing whines, her needs soaking through the single word and seeping into my core.

"Fuck. You sound so pretty," I praise, trying my best to chase away the thoughts of pounding her right here, right now. I let my hands drop back to my obedient girl's hips, lifting her and setting her on her feet, still facing away from me. I need to calm down my thoughts and keep my mind straight before I look at her again. "My pretty pillow princess," I continue to admire, sliding my hand into her loose hair.

Again I wait and scan for a reaction, starting my mental list of 'yes's and 'no's. When no reaction comes, I tighten my hold, being careful not to pull too hard. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?" I explain shortly, reiterating the importance of her comfort.

"Got it," my sweet girl answers, thighs rubbing together again.

My fingers relax in her hair, a small reward for the correct answer. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I continue to explain, gently teasing her for being so impatient for my attention.

Her head shifts forward, my princess tugging the locks of her hair as she attempts to physically reply to me. Her vocal cords rub together in a vocalized response, making my mind flicker to the thought of her humming around my dick.

"I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?" I tease back, filling her head with thoughts like she's done to me all day. What a teasing little princess I have.

"Yes, Sensei." The answer makes my dick pulse again. It's becoming almost painful, the lack of attention to my needs.

It needs to stay like this though, slow-paced and gentle so my student doesn't get spooked. I repeat it in my head a couple of times, massaging my sweet girl's roots as I redirect my thoughts.

Once my thoughts are straightened out, I shift my attention back to my sweetheart, my hands clinging to her hips again. I tug her backward, pressing her against me in an attempt to further my thoughts straight. "There's my obedient girl," I praise, positive reinforcement for her answer.

My fingers curl around her shirt hem, the start of her first 'lesson'. My hands move slowly, sliding over every inch of her sides as I tug her shirt up. My sweet girl squirms from the touches, disappointing me a bit. "Or not," I mutter, my dick pressed against her ass from the movements. She was doing so good, waiting so well. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it," I continue to praise, hoping she'll pass the small test this time.

My hands fall back down, resting for a second before I lift my hands again, going even slower this round. She passes this time, leading to me tugging her shirt over her head before tossing it to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing. Are you ready for our next step?" I ask, soaking in the feeling of her stomach. It's so warm and soothing against my skin.

My obedient girl is buzzing with nerves as she tries her best to obey me, staying still despite my purposefully teasing touches. "Yes," she answers, voice chipped and sharp as she struggles with her needs.

I let myself fall backward, settling on the edge of the bed. "Come here, little one," I order, tugging her with me. She fits in my lap perfectly, my dick having presser added from my sweet thing sitting against it. "Turn around, Sweet Girl," I mutter, wanting to see her breasts more than I want attention to my penis.

My student does as she's told, continuing to be my obedient girl, as my hands slide down to cup her ass. I tease the new skin in my hold, squeezing it as I admire her chest. Her boobs are perfect, just as I've imagined them to be.

"What an obedient little thing. You're being so good. I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" I begin with another praise, hoping it'll calm any nervousness my request brings.

I test for a response, letting go of one of her butt cheeks to gently toy with her nipple. "Okay, Sensei," comes my sweet girl's answer, face dusted and eyes wide as her hands cling to my shoulders. "Why won't you touch me, Sensei?" My student asks, the question coming out as a whimper as she shifts her hips forward, ruining her obedient streak.

"I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient," I correct her vocally as my hand shifts to correct her physically. I don't want her rushing into things or psyching herself out.

My sweet girl shifts back into place, quickly starting her obedient streak up again. Despite the obedience, a whine and puffed-out pouty lip come from her. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson," I promise before wrapping my mouth around her nipple.

I latch on, sucking on her as my hand toys with her free boob. I do my best to stay gentle, softly rolling and tugging at her with my lips and fingers. I constantly switch my mouth between the two, worried she'll start aching quicker than I'll notice.

"You're being so good," I tell her, giving my mouth a rest from suckling. "So, so good," I repeat, licking her sensitive nipple before gently sliding my teeth over the bud. I repeat the action on the other side, wanting to keep her sensitivities as even as possible.

I use my hold on her ass to tug her into my lap, wanting to see her arch as I toy with her chest. I press her pussy against my dick, needing even the smallest amount of relief. I scan my student's face wanting to see how she reacts to the added pressure on her pussy. Her face is scrunched up, worrying me a bit.

"Sensei?" She calls, nails suddenly present against my shoulders.

"Yes, Little One?" I ask, worry building in my chest. Which action doesn't she like? Which one needs to stop?

"It's starting to hurt."

I instantly pull myself away from her, my hand dropping back to hold her by her butt and lips going to work to soothe her aching skin. "Good job, sweet girl," I encourage, peace settling into my mind at her boundary. She'll set her boundaries and now she knows I'll follow them. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward," I tell her, not satisfied with only verbally encouraging my sweet thing.

"For what?" She asks, her mind fogging from pleasure. Again, the thought of sliding into her soaked pussy and fucking her now coats my mind, but I can't do that. She needs prep to take me. We're not to the point where I can just slide right in and pace myself as she adjusts.

"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient." I explain slowly, gripping her hips again.

I rock my sweet girl's hips against mine, getting a "hey," rumbling out of her with a string of shaky breathes. My sweet little one clings to me, whimpers seeping out more than they're not.

It's not enough, rubbing her against me. I want to taste her, stretch her out, stuff my cock into her as she whines under me. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up," I promise, more for my needs than hers.

I stop shifting her around, my sweet girl tensing from the sudden lack of stimulation as she continues to cling to me. "Okay, Sensei," she mumbles against me, head resting against my shoulder. It would be so easy to slide into her propped against me like this. Bounce her on my dick until my sweet thing is lulled to sleep.

"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand?" I explain, mentally preparing my student for our next step and setting my expectations. "Are you going to let me spread you out?"

"Yes!" She squeals, her head lifted from my shoulder with her excitement.

I chuckle at her excitement, clinging to her as I stand up. I hold her against my chest, enjoying her body heat and her scent once again. I set my pillow princess on her feet, keeping her close to my chest as I mess with her waistband. I admire the sight of peeling her soaked pants from her legs, letting the clothing tumble to the ground.

"I can't wait to make you feel good, Little One," I confess, trailing kisses along her neck. I want to suck on her delicate skin, sink my teeth into it, and mark up my pretty kunoichi as mine. But, that'll have to wait for another time.

I move slowly, trailing my fingertips up her bare thighs as I litter more kisses cross her neck, forcing the feeling of her skin against my lips into memory. Once my hands are back to my Sweetheart's waist, I tug her back up my body for the second it takes me to set her on the bed. "Lay down princess," I direct, kissing the skin stretched across her shoulders.

My obedient girl does as I ask, lying on her back with her legs open. My eyes flicker around her body, scanning her face, rolling over her tits, and settling on her pussy for a beat before I do it again. She looks pale; is it from nervousness or fear? My sweet girl's head snaps upwards as her knees snap closed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "Jiraiya?" She calls, voice shaky and filled with the threat of tears.

"Hey," I answer gently, scanning her body language again. Her legs are shaking, her chest pumping on override, and her hands clench the bedsheets. I've pushed and probed too much. My sweet girl is overstimulated, overused by my slow pace and constant attention shifts. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?" I ask, rubbing her knees in an attempt to help her calm down.

"A lot," Comes her soft answer, breath a little less shallow this time.

I focus my attention on a different part of her, littering kisses across her smooth skin. I spell out praises with my lips, a silent form of comfort. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down," I explain, ideas of how to calm my scattered princess swirling around my head.

I settle on wrapping her up against myself, offering warmth and compression to her body. I move slowly, shifting behind her and wrapping my sweet girl in my arms before settling her against my chest again. I press her legs together cocooning them between mine to help ball her up some more. Despite the possible negative effect, I rest my head in the crook of her neck, rubbing my nose against her skin as I enjoy her scent again.

I need to be more observant next time and watch out for signs of her overstimulation. I want her to enjoy this, and being overstimulated isn't a way to do that, at least not for our first time together. Why does my student have to be so young? It adds to the attraction - for both of us I'm sure - but it means she's not good at listening to her body. Or understanding it in the first place.

"Sensei?" My sweet girl calls, pulling a hum out of me in response. "I know what being overstimulated is," her statement comes out cocky, in her usual 'I think I know more than you' way, tugging a smile to my face as my lips ghost over her shoulder.

"Do you, sweetheart?" I tease, trying to get her mind off the feelings of her body. "I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed," I let my awareness of my student's eventful evening slip out, getting my little reward of embarrassment coating her face. "So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"

My sweet girl stays silent, leaving my question unanswered. I poke her cheek, like I did earlier before letting my order slip out. "Answer me, Sweetie."

"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it," Her answer was predictable, partly from her embarrassment and partly because of how little I've done to her so far today. It's going to be a lot of work increasing her physical and mental stamina in bed.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," I tease again before littering my sweet girl with more kisses. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," I utter, toying with her thighs to see how she'll react, to see if she's ready to start again or if she's spent for the night.

"Sensei?" She whimpers, legs eagerly spreading for me.

"Sweetheart?"

She clings to me, quickly grabbing for me as she struggles to find her words. A soft "please?" falls out instead of whatever she was trying to say.

I shift my pillow princess forward before pulling off my shirt. "How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" I ask her, tugging my shirt over my head before adding it to the pile forming on the floor.

Again, I shift my sweet girl, this time back in place. The connection of her skin against my scared tissue stingings, but in a good way for once. It's a nice feeling, having her pressed against a part of me I don't let people see, let alone touch.

"Spread your legs wider, Sweet Girl," I emptily order, doing it myself before she has the chance to. I left them up, resting them on top of my own to move them easier if need be. "Good job, Little One," I hum, pampering her in another compliment as my hands dance across her inner thighs and my tongue enjoys the taste of the skin of her neck. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

"Okay," she agrees, head lulling against my shoulder. Her hands settle on my legs, fingers gently gripping me as she prepares for the attention she's spent the evening begging for.

My touches are soft as I jump around different parts of her pussy. I settle on her entrants, adding pressure to her ignored needs. My thumb goes straight to work, rubbing circles to her swollen clit through her panties. I turn my head toward her, our noses sharing a butterfly kiss because of it.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," I almost beg, fear of overstimulating her again swirling in my head. I get what I want, watery and pupil-filled eyes staring back at me. "There are those pretty eyes. Can I have a kiss, Sweet Girl?" I ask, my attention settling on her lips. They're pink and puffy and look so good.

"Yes." Once the word is out, I clash my lips against hers. As my lips work with hers, my fingers settle on tugging off her underwear, quickly adding it to the pile on the floor.

"Wider, Sweet Thing," Another empty request as I pull her knees further apart.

The movement causes her ass to rub against my dick, my even more forgotten needs stewing in my head. This is for her. Make her feel good. My student's needs come first.

"Fuck," I groan as my fingers work through her, scooping up the mess I've made. The thought of bouncing her on my dick circles my head again, swaying me from my path of focusing on my obedient girl.

"Open your mouth," comes the first real command to leave my lips in the past few minutes. She lives up to her nickname, lips parting and tongue teasing to poke out. I'm rougher than I mean to be as I shove my fingers down her throat. The noises my sweet girl makes forcing more curses from me. "I swear I could fuck you right now," the words tumble out faster than I can stop them.

"Please?" The stifled word almost makes me crack, the sound of her blocked plea making my pants even more uncomfortable if that's even possible at this point.

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and quickly go back to prepping her pussy. I shift my focus back and forth, rubbing slow circles into her clit before dipping my fingertips into her hole. My eyes stay locked on my sweetheart, waiting for her tint of nervousness to disappear before pushing my fingers in.

I chase the new depth with a kiss, hoping it'll help soothe anything that might swim around her mind. Again, when I'm satisfied with the fact she's enjoying herself, I curl my fingers, getting wider eyes and opened mouth. "Hey," My obedient girl whines, back arching a bit from the new feeling.

"Hey," I mimic, shifting to a slightly faster pace as I finger and stretch the sweet thing spread out on my lap.

I stay focused, watching for the tip of her orgasm. For how much I want my little one to finish on my fingers, I want her to finish on my tongue more. When I see it, the slight curl of her body as her orgasm approaches, I stop, pulling my fingers out of her for good measure.

"Hey! That's... you can't do that," she whimpers, clinging to my legs as I soak in her desperation and her big doe eyes that beg me to keep touching her.

"I can and I did, Sweetheart," I mock, busying my hands by cupping her breasts again.

I give in to one of my wants from earlier, littering her skin with open-mouth kisses as I test different levels of grips on her boobs. I suck on her skin, just enough to please myself but not enough to leave a mark as I scan for her reactions, all of which come back positive. "We're going to play a game," I mutter, licking the last place I sucked on, worried it was a bit too hard and will leave a mark.

"We... we are?" Comes my Kunoichi's shallow question, the words overran by her panting.

I let out a hum, not entirely sure what our game is going to be as I tug at her thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?" It's a selfish game, one that I know benefits me as much as it benefits her. I want to hear her voice, taste her, feel her thighs squeeze my head as she wiggles on top of me.

"Ya, yes, yeah," my student almost begs, clinging to me as she leans closer. I litter her in a few short kisses before leaning in for a deeper kiss, a small break from the heat that quickly built back up.

I shift my sweet girl again, reluctantly peeling her off of me long enough to tug my pants off. Her eyes widen as she looks me over, anticipation or fear? The way her mouth waters, I'm going to safely assume anticipation.

"Come here, Sweet Thing," I mutter, gripping her thighs to tug her on top of me again. She settles on my lap, shifting a bit when I lay down. I scoot her forward, ending up with her hovering over my face. "Sit, Sweetheart," I ask more than I tell her. She glances down at me, worries on her face as she continues to hover, just a bit lower this time. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," I mutter, trying to stay calm in hopes it'll calm her down too.

I shift my hold back to her legs, tugging her down until she's sitting like I asked. I slither my tongue out, sliding it across her clit. "Jiraiya," My sweet girl whines as she shifts forward. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I hum in response, continuing to flick her clit with my tongue.

My eyes shift up, taking in the sight of her chest hanging and pumping as she huffs for air. I tongue at her a few more times before stopping, waiting for her to follow through on her end of the deal. My sweet girl's eyes flicker for a second as she struggles, "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?"

I dive right back in, her beg for me ringing in my head and sinking to my balls. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." Her words are broken, a mix of the pleasure I'm giving her and her heavy breathing. "I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god," The words and the feeling of her fingers tugging on my hair aren’t making this easy. I want to flip her over and sink into her right now.

But I won't. I want her to feel good, to finish before I get my relief. My tongue jumps down, teasing her hole instead of her clit. If I can't fuck her with my cock, I'll fuck her with my tongue. I shove my tongue into her, trying to remember where I curled my fingers that got the best reactions as my tongue pokes around.

"You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone," My sweetheart continues, hands still tugging on my hair.

I lift the girl, partly to tease her and partly to catch my breath. "That's because you're a jealous little thing," I poke, getting a huff and a whine in response to the lack of my mouth against her. "I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl." My response is honest, for the most part. If these little rendezvous continue I'll have no interest in anyone else. If they don't, I'll try not to flirt in front of my student. Maybe.

After my promise, I settle her back on my mouth, shifting between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue again. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My sweet girl is leaking, coating my tongue in her juices as I help her forward. "I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit."

The confession strokes my ego along with making me pulse again. She's going to look adorable, folded up under me as I pound her pretty pussy. Said pretty pussy clenches as I dip my tongue into her again, her orgasm promised to come soon. I decide to be a jerk, sucking on her clit for the first time tonight. It’s the final shove she needs to tip over the edge.

My sweet girl's hands cling to my hair, pulling on it as her hips shift forward. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck," She curses, back arched with her chest pushed out.

I enjoy the reward of working my princess's orgasm out of her. My nose teases her clit, probably not the best choice since she was already overstimulated earlier, but I want her to squirm as I slurp up her cum. I let the bittersweet taste of her leak into my mouth, working to clean up every part of her before shifting her off my face.

My sweet girl settles on my chest, panting as her wet pussy continues to leak. Her mess coats my scar, making it sting like it did earlier. I swear the feeling of it might make me cum without ever paying attention to my dick.

"That was quick, sweet thing," I tease, scanning over her. My princess's chest is pumping faster than it should be, her legs shaking against my side, and her eyes a mix of panic and arousal. I shouldn't have kept playing with her clit, I pushed her too far again. "Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," I mutter, more to myself than her. My hands settle on her thighs, softly rubbing them to try and help her calm down.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she rushes out, panic creeping into the unneeded apology.

"You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," I reassure her, scooping her into my hold again. Maybe a nap will help calm her down, and give her a chance to settle her panic and nervous. I move her around, wrapping her up on my chest, and securing her legs around my waist.

I probably shouldn't but I press myself against her, letting her pussy juices soak into my boxers. I need at least some relief if I'm going to survive my needy student. I knot her fingers along mine, a precaution for the hissy fit I'm sure she's going to through when it settles in her head that I don't plan on fucking her right now.

My obedient girl rests against me for a second before her head pops up, desperation coating her face. "Sensei, you said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step," her words are a mess, her whines, and heavy breath jumbling up her words.

The sweet thing's body is as desperate as her words, pussy grinding against my dick in an attempt to get the relief she thinks she needs. The movements fog my mind a bit, making it even more difficult to deny her.

"I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," I say, in an attempt to calm her down. I follow the explanation with a string of kisses, easing out the need and panic from her skin.

"You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair," my student continues to whine, my attempt to calm her falling flat as her hips move faster.

My eyes scan over her, a smile tugging on my lips despite the scene in front of me. It's hot seeing how horny and needy my pretty little student is for me, because of me. I shake her hands around, thinking of another way to chill her nerves. My eyes flicker down, settling on the spot where her pussy rubs against me. She needs a nap and I need relief. It would be pretty watching her sleep as I use her as a cock warmer.

"I'll make you a deal, okay?" I start, eyes staying in place as my sweet girl continues to stimulate the both of us. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"

"A nap?!" She yelps in disagreement, more panic filling her face. "Sensei-"

"Yes, a nap," I cut her off. "You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it," I try to explain, scanning her face for an actual reaction under the layers of lustful panic. "I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess." That's a promise I fully intend to fulfill.

"Fine." The answer is short and still disappointed, but it's all I can offer without the worry of breaking her anymore. Once the word is out, I physically move my sweet girl, just enough that I can slide my boxers off, joining her in the nude.

My hands grip her hips again, hovering her over my cock. My tip is red and pulsing from lack of attention and anticipation. "Nice and easy, Sweetheart," I mutter, gently sliding her down my shaft. Her face shifts back to pleasure, a long moan tumbling out of parted lips and begging eyes as I sink into her.

She feels good, wrapped around me tight as I enjoy the warmth of her pussy squeezing me. My student looks good, filled to the brim with my cock. She'd look even better with my cum leaking out of her.

"Nap time, Sweet Thing," I push out, tugging her to lay on top of me before my thoughts can outweigh my senses.

Her head settles on my shoulder, fingers gently digging into my scar and making it sting in the new way only she seems to be able to make it. "I don't see why you can't fuck me now," my sweet girl whines once more.

"Patience, Little One," I coo, rubbing her back as sleep starts to soak into me.

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Hot or Cold?

One shot

Jake x Mc

Prompt from @x3kristax3. Thanks for the idea. Jake and MC meet for the first time.

warnings: language, attempted assault

It was girl's night. They rented a taxi so they could all relax and have a good time. Hannah decidedly needed a break from Thomas. They were madly in love, but he could be a bit on the needy side. Cleo and Hannah hadn't had much time to hang out since she opened the bakery. The gang had all put on some weight too, thanks to Cleo's "friends eat free" policy. Lily and Dan were a thing that surprised everyone except MC. She knew they deeply loved the people they chose and were both fierce and unpredictable in their desire to protect those people. And Jessy, well Jessy was single and ready to party. MC suspected that she had started drinking long before she met up with the girls, The last year had been rough on her. Grief can do funny things to people, but tonight she was gorgeous and free, and MC wanted to let her stay that way. Hannah and MC knew they had to keep an eye on her. Lily kept texting Dan and MC would have probably been annoyed had she not been doing the same thing with Jake since early this morning.

MC pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Jake. They hadn't met yet, because it still wasn't safe, but their daily texts which were almost continuous on the weekends, had solidified their relationship. MC couldn't wait to meet him in person.

MC: We made it. We are here.

They had gone to the next town, which was bigger than Duskwood, and definitely had a cooler vibe. The streets were filled with neon lights and the cars pulling in and out of the club created a warm glow. People were dressed in their best and tiniest clothes. It was a new building made of bricks painted black. The owners had worked really hard to make this the best place in town. Even from the outside, you could feel the booming of the music. The line to get in stretched around the side of the building but they had a secret weapon. Jessy. She was the one everyone wanted to be or to be with. We had no problem getting inside.

Jessy comes close to MC and yells in her ear, though MC thought she meant to whisper. Proof that she had already been drinking. Jessy was loud when she was drunk. "I am so glad we all did this. I love you girls." MC nods. She is right. We are all lucky to have each other. Jessy is wearing a short strapless black dress and some heels that make her taller than MC. She is stunning, but the thing is, her heart is even more beautiful.

Jake: How is it? I know that you didn't want to go out.

MC: I wanted to go out with the girls, I just didn't want to go here.

Jake: To the club?

MC: Yeah, dancing with strange guys isn't my idea of fun anymore.

Jake: :)

Jake: That pleases me.

MC: You have nothing to worry about. None of them are you.

Jake: Are you still going to dance though? That is the best thing about the club.

MC: It is just that the men tend to get handsy on the dance floor.

Jake: Then dance with all of the girls.

Jake: Those men better not get handsy with you.

MC: I can take care of myself. It's Jessy I am worried about.

MC: She is gorgeous tonight and drunk. That is a bad combination.

Jake: How is she drunk already? You've only been there 30 minutes.

MC: I think she got a head start, that is why I am concerned.

Jake: What are you all doing? I want a play by play.

Jake: You all at a club is a fascinating idea.

MC: Well, Jessy is drunk and she is yelling excitedly at everyone.

MC: She is always making friends.

Jake: Of course. Jessica is a delightful woman.

MC: Hannah is with Cleo, cutting and serving cake.

Jake: What? Who brings a cake to the club?

MC: Apparently Cleo does.

MC: There are many boys around her.

MC: Maybe she knows something we don't?

MC: Hannah is watching out for Jessy and laughing at Cleo.

Jake: ???

MC: Cleo is trying to flirt. It is pretty funny.

Jake: What about Lily?

MC: Texting Dan, but pretending that she is using the restroom.

MC: She is also glaring at any man who comes near her.

Jake: What are you doing?

MC: Texting you, but I am pretending to be in the line for the bar.

Jake: Well, I bet you look incredible.

As MC reads the last message Jessy runs up to her, "MMMMMMMMMMCCCCCCCCCCC, this line is too long. I need to dance." She begins pulling MC out to the dance floor but MC pauses for just a minute.

MC: Duty calls.

The girls all rush to the dance floor. it is packed. People are everywhere. Young and beautiful, full of glitter and bad ideas. The girls use their best dance moves, but no one is impressed. MC, of course, decides this is the perfect opportunity to make the worst moves possible. They are in a crowd of sweaty, shiny people and they are laughing so hard that they can't breathe. Men try and cut in, but the women of Duskwood are no fools and they deflect the advances of these men, not letting any of them get too close.

After a while, MC signals to Jessy that she needs a break. She leaves the dance floor and plops down on the closest possible couch. It is big and comfortable, made of black leather with plenty of room for all of her friends. She notices, as the friends all fall next to her on the couch, that she has a message from Jake.

"I think we all need some drinks." I declare. She is anxious to check her message, "They are on me."

"Lemon drops" Cleo states. "We want lemon drops!"

"Ok" MC declares, but before she leaves, she makes eye contact with Hannah and mouths, "Watch her." to Hannah who nods in acknowledgment.

MC makes it to the bar which is glass and shining with every possible brand of alcohol, many that she has ever heard of. There are people struggling to get up to the counter to yell out their drink orders. This is going to take a while.

Jake: Don't drink too much, you won't like it in the morning.

MC: How do you know that I am drinking?

Jake: Call it a lucky guess.

Jake: You are in a club and it is girl's night.

MC: I am being careful, Jake. I promise.

Jake: Couldn't they have sent someone to help you with those drinks?

Jake: I wouldn't want you to spill them on that exceptional red dress.

MC: How do you know what I am wearing?

MC: Are you here?

Jake: Someone had to keep you all safe.

MC almost dropped the phone. Looking up quickly she scanned the room for him.

MC: Where are you?

Jake: Come and find me. Right now, you are cold.

MC: What do you mean cold? Do you mean the kids' game?

Jake: That is exactly what I mean. Still cold.

MC smirks, then takes two steps to the left.

Jake: Colder. You are freezing now. It is like the Arctic.

MC backs up and takes two steps to the left.

She then looks up and quickly scans the room. Her eyes dart left to right.

Jake: What are you looking for? You don't know what I look like.

Jake: How will you recognize me?

MC: You will be the guy staring at his phone instead of me.

Jake: Trust me, I am more than capable of doing both.

Jake: I can't take my eyes off of you.

MC shivers, his words doing crazy things to her.

Jake: You are getting warm, but like a summer day in Switzerland.

Jake: Not in Africa.

MC takes three more steps and looks up. It is then that she sees him leaning against the wall. His posture is one of equal parts confidence and exhaustion. His hair is a little long and he wears scruff on his cheeks. It speaks of the lack of amenities that his life affords him. MC thinks he looks just fine, well more than fine if she is being honest with herself. A smile crosses his face, one of satisfaction. When her emerald eyes meet his sapphire ones, the electricity can be felt across the room.

They walk toward each other, never losing that connection between them and never looking away from each other's eyes.

MC can almost reach out for Jake's hand when a group of people rushes between the two of them. Someone grabs MC's arm and pulls her along with the crowd and her phone drops to the ground.

Once the people pass, Jake scans the room, expecting her to be there. When she is not, He texts.

Jake: MC?

There is no response.

Jake: MC? This isn't funny. I am getting worried.

Then he remembers the GPS on her phone. He has never been so thankful for it before. Jake tracks her phone to a potted plant. The phone was fine, just separated from its owner.

He makes his way around the bar looking for MC the entire time. Finally, in the back, hidden in a dark corner almost behind the bar, he sees that red dress.

A man is holding MC's arm tightly and talking forcefully.

"Hey baby, " he says, "My name is Joe. What are you up to tonight?" He is sweaty and way too close to her face. MC is mad and trying to free her arm from his grasp. She can't keep her mouth shut.

"Trying to avoid men like you."

His grip tightens. He is not amused. "Listen, let me buy you a drink and loosen you up a bit"

He smiles, but it stops short of his eyes.

"No thank you. I am kind of here with someone and he will be looking for me. I would appreciate it if you let go of my arm." She tries to act tough, but her voice waivers.

Joe leans in closer, "A lot of women would be very happy to spend tie with me." As he speaks, spit sneaks out of the corner of his mouth.

MC responds in almost a whisper, "Well then, you should go and find one of them."

She manages to get her arm free for a minute, but he is stronger than her and grabs it again. She doesn't think she will be able to get away this time.

Why, she wonders, is no one around to stop this creep?

His mouth is on her ear now as he whispers, "It would serve you well to stay away from a place like this if you are going to be such a tease."

"I am not a tease." She says through gritted teeth, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

"That dress you are wearing," he snarks, "says otherwise."

He pulls her in close to his waist at the exact moment that Jake sneaks up and puts his body between Joe and MC. Joe still holds on to her wrist, but the power that he had over her is now lost.

"Let her go. NOW!" Jake's voice is firm and full of fire. He doesn't budge.

"Oh yeah, Buddy," Joe states as his ears turn red, "what are you going to do about it?"

"Trust me, you don't want to find out the many ways that I can make you suffer." The two men stare at each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Finally, Joe backs off and releases MC's hand. Jake moves her behind him. refusing Joe any further access. "

"Bitch." Hey says under his breath. MC feels Jake tighten and his fist clench. He was turning around in response.

"Don't waste your time on him." MC begs, "...waste your time with me."

She pulls his body toward her and he grazes her cheek with the bar of his hand, "Time with you is never a waste, especially not in this dress."

"What is it with this dress?"

"It is an exceptional dress for an exceptional woman."

MC blushes and puts her hand on his cheeks so their eyes meet. His hands found their place on her hips and they remain there.

"Thank you for saving me. If you hadn't been here, I would have been in real trouble." MC has tears in her eyes.

Jake takes her hand in his and kisses her palm then intertwines their fingers. He leans in to whisper in her ear, " I won't ever let anything happen to you now that I don't have to leave your side. You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

The music in the club may be pounding but all that MC can feel in the pounding of her heart.

"Did you say that you dint have to leave?"

"I did and I meant it."

A huge smile crosses her face, her dimples deep as the smile grows.

She pushes up to stand on her tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek. "You are more handsome than I would have ever believed and I can't wait have you by my side."

He pulls her in close to him, his hands now on her back, their eyes lock and all of the unsaid things were suddenly understood. Slowly, his hand moves to her hair, and his lips graze hers softly. He pulls away and she whispers, "Cold."

He winks and kisses her again. This time the kiss is passionate. She feels all of the weight of their separation and all of the joy that comes from the hope that is in front of them.

"You're getting warmer," she says as they pause to catch their breath, "like a summer day in Switzerland, not Africa."

"Is that a challenge?" He asks.

MC raises one eyebrow. "Absolutely it is."

As he leans in to kiss her this time, his tongue begs for entrance. She allows it and they explore each other's mouths. Her hands reach up around his neck and his arms hold her close to him, his big hands covering her back.

"Warmer," she whispers, though she is out of breath. "...like Italy or Greece."

He chuckles. " We can do better than that." His hands drop to her ass and hers to his chest. His lips, which started out at her mouth, slowly make their way to her neck, and then her collarbone. As her knees go weak, the words escape her lips. "Hot. Like Africa, the Sahara Desert."

He moves away from her, an expression of pride on his face.

"Where are you going?" she pouts.

He puts his hand to her face and looks into her eyes adoringly.

"Well, I was hoping to get a little handsy, but I didn't want to do it in a place like this." He responds with a wink.

She blushes.

"Do you think you could skip out on the rest of the girl's night?" He asks hopeful.

She winks, " I think that can be arranged." She answers as she pulls out her phone.

MC: Lily, Do you think you can get everyone home safe? Especially Jessy.

MC: I have to put out a fire."

Lily: Sure, but if that man you have been making out with is the fire, then we definitely have some things to discuss. Tomorrow morning?

MC: Make it tomorrow afternoon. Call first. :)

She grabs his arm and laughs as she pulls him out the door. The night is alive. Everywhere MC looks seems brighter and more vibrant than it had been when they entered the club. He pushes her into the wall and kisses her like he had waited for this moment for all eternity and he wasn't going to waste it. His hand creeps under her skirt and hers moves under his shirt feeling his taut muscles. They lean closer to the wall and each other. After a few minutes, he pulls away, knowing that if he doesn't stop now, they wont make it back to Duskwood.

He is panting but still stroking her har, she is straightening her dress and he is smoothing his shirt.

"I like you handsy." She says, still in a fog of lust and love.

" Mmmmmm" He groans in agreement.

"Let's go put out that fire," Jake says and turns away from her and hails a cab.

"Was it this hot when you got here?" He asked her with a smirk on his face.

"Not even close," MC responded with a kiss on his cheek and a twinkle in her eye.

She giggles and they step in a cab headed to an amazing night and and even more incredible life.

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The city is hovering on the edge between summer and autumn, and the night has just the slightest hint of a chill on the air as Hector climbs the stairs to the balcony of the Singing Lute Inn, where Karlach told him to meet her.

She's already seated at the table; he can see her fidgeting nervously as he approaches, and her head snaps up, startled, at the sound of his footsteps. Then the nerves are wiped from her face as she grins brightly.

"Hi. Hi! You made it!" she says eagerly. Leaning forward, she pushes back the chair next to her at the table; her eyes run over him from head to foot, drinking in the sight of him in this place so far from camp or combat. "You look nice," she murmurs.

Hector has been nothing but excited to come out and spend this time with her, ever since she suggested the idea - but now, to his own surprise, he feels a pleasantly warm, bashful feeling settle into his chest and realizes he is blushing a little.

Their relationship has been rather backwards and jumbled, he reflects. Months of hoping, wishing, pining after someone he could not even touch, let alone have... and then the collapse, barely over the course of a day, into passionate love - which was new enough for him, when it happened. This, a more traditional romantic moment, is perhaps even more unfamiliar to him now. But unlike so many of the things he has faced that were new and terrifying... this is new and joyful, because it is with her. He is safe, with her eyes on him, no matter what.

"So do you," he murmurs, looking back appreciatively, and he is gratified to see a similar dark flush rise in her cheeks as well at the compliment.

"Thank you," she answers with a bright smile. Shifting nervously in her seat, she picks up the menu hastily and peruses it with an intense studiousness.

"Hmm. Baldurian seafood stew. No thank you..." She peers at him over the top of the sheet. "What do you think you'll have?"

He is conscious of the surreal feeling that they are performing a play for each other, each of them trying to sort out what "acting normal" entails, with a little warm thrill as they successfully hit each beat in the scene. "The grilled rothe ribs sound good," he says with a slight smile.

She grins with an air of relief. "Just what I had in mind," she agrees. She waves eagerly at the innkeeper, a broad and rather surly orc gentleman. "Two of the rothe ribs, please," she says firmly. "And two glasses of..." She pauses, looks questioningly at Hector.

"Wine," Hector puts in, pointing at the item on the menu.

"And two glasses of wine," Karlach finishes, and nods with satisfaction.

As the bartender stalks off, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the table. Her eyes narrow, taking on a playful air as she starts to relax into the moment.

"So... you're an adventurer, right? How's that going?"

Hector grins, mildly bemused. "You've been by my side for a lot of it, you know," he points out.

She gives him an gentle nudge in the shoulder. "I know, but this is our *first date*, remember?" she says conspiratorially. "Tonight, you're a mystery to me."

His eyebrows lift in understanding, and he opens his mouth to try and answer in kind, continue the conceit of them being strangers to each other... but then he stops, and grins sheepishly. He's neither actor, liar, nor orator at the best of times, and if he is honest, he is finding the way she is looking at him... distracting.

"I'm not sure I can pretend I don't already love you," he says ruefully.

She hesitates, then laughs, shaking her head. "It's all I can do to keep my hands to myself anyway," she answers, and snorts softly. "We're terrible at this."

He reaches out, puts a hand on hers on the table, grinning at her slight discomfiture. "Want to get out of here?" he says teasingly.

Her eyes widen and her face flashes through a mix of eagerness and determination in rapid succession. "No! ...Yes-- No. We came to have a nice date, and that's what we're going to do." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him with a stubborn smirk. "Go on. Date me. I dare you."

Hector laughs softly. "You're right. So... erm... where did you grow up?" he tries, after a moment's thought, trying to determine what he might ask her if he had never met her before, if the scent and warmth of her were still things he had yet to experience. This is still not his strong suit - but he will make the effort if it will make her happy.

She brightens up excitedly and settles back into the moment with only a little awkwardness.

"Right here in Baldur's Gate, more or less," she says, gesturing out to the view of the city below them. "My folks are long gone now. But they raised me in the Outer City. Dad was a porter in town, mum did laundry." She smiles nostalgically. "Still think of her when I smell clean sheets. We were poorer than dirt, but my gods we had fun."

He leans back in his seat, just enjoying listening to the sound of her voice, her excitement, her happiness at being back in the city, all washing over him. He's heard some of this from her before - but not all of it. Perhaps this 'pretending to be strangers' bit has even more merit than he expected.

"What about you?" she asks him curiously.

(A/N: The three options here are "much like yours," "i don't like to talk about my past," and "I'm from baldur's gate too, I wonder if we crossed paths"; none of these are actually relevant to Hector's experience of growing up at the monastery. So we're going to skip over this line. XD )

He has told her some things about his life among the monks of Silverlight before - but fairly little about his childhood there. He finds himself starting to talk about it now, though. He has no real stories of joy and excitement like those she describes, and on some level he has started to realize just how barren his life was in these particular regards until he met her... but there were good memories too. He ends up telling her a little about the lessons he received - how he started being trained as a scribe before they discovered his fascination with the ancient tomes and texts of their historical library...

She listens with rapt fascination, just as he had listened to her, a slight, blissful smile on her face.

It's hard to say how long they sit there, caught in the conversation, trading stories back and forth; both of them have started to relax into this 'first date' conceit and Hector feels his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. They're only interrupted by the eventual arrival of their food... which is wrong.

Two plates of seafood stew land on the table in front of them, along with the two glasses of wine. Karlach looks down at the plate with an air of some disappointment - but is met with a curse from the irritable innkeeper who stalks away when she tries to ask for a change.

Hector can see her struggling to mask the disappointment at the meal not quite going as planned, and she forces a smile back onto her face.

"Worst guy I ever met," she mutters wryly. "How about a toast?"

But, frazzled, she moves too fast, and the wine glass slips from her fingers as she goes to lift it, sending a spray of pale purple across the table - and over her lap. "Oh, SHIT," she snaps, and Hector can hear her voice crack.

Frowning, he reaches out and takes her hand in both of his. He can feel the increased heat of the engine in her palm and knows it for a sign of her agitation, and his thumbs drift over her knuckles gently, soothingly. "We can use my glass," he says mildly, and reaches to lift it between them. "To us."

He can see her relax, his voice and touch pushing away the frustration in favor of something warmer. She smiles slightly, nods agreement as he makes the toast, and her eyes track his intensely. The conceit of the first date is gone abruptly, and he sees the full depth of feeling in her eyes, everything they have built together in the months that he has been hers.

"May we live every day as if it were our last," she says softly. "'Cause you never know when your last will come." Before he can respond, she pushes up from her chair and leans across the table to press her lips against his fiercely.

As always, the oblique reference to how little time they have left makes his heart twist in his chest -- but now it is his turn to push that down and away. It has no place here. This moment is for her - for them - to feel, just for a little while, like they can say anything, do anything... like just for one night they are not trapped in the raging river of fate that is dragging them along.

Just for tonight, he thinks, and kisses her deeply, one hand sliding into her hair. Just for tonight... we have all of time ahead of us...

-----

It must be nearly two in the morning, he reflects vaguely sometime later, as he peers out at the curve of the moon and its position slowly descending towards the west. He's barely been aware of the passage of time; the last few hours have been some of the happiest of his life. Just like she promised... no monsters, no fights, no fears, just them, together, talking about whatever comes to mind, each sentence punctuated by a brush of fingertips against a hand or a cheek, a stolen kiss, a sip of wine...

And of course, the seafood stew, which really is dreadful, but certainly filling.

Karlach leans back in her chair with a heavy, contented sigh. "That was great," she mumbles, and flicks a glance at Hector with a slow smile. "The food and the company."

They've both had a little too much wine, really. Hector's lips have been fixed in a permanent, slightly giddy grin for at least the last hour. All the dark thoughts are far behind him now and he feels as if he is simply drifting, content to be near her, and has been forever, and will be forever still.

"Lovely having a normal evening amid the chaos..." he says quietly.

She smiles wryly. "Whatever do you mean? We're just two normal people... living normal lives... very, very normally."

But she can't maintain the facade again; her voice cracks just a little, and she reaches out abruptly, putting her hand over his on the table.

He stirs slightly, the happy buzz fading as he registers something serious and sad coming into her eyes.

"I know I can't stay forever," she says quietly. There's no attempt at jocular humor this time, no wry deflection or avoidance. Her voice is soft and flat, full of love and full of grief. "Here. With you. In fact, I feel like..." She swallows. "Like I don't have long left at all."

His face spasms with a failed effort to contain the fear that floods through him at those words. Every moment he knows it is on the horizon, and yet hearing her speak of it directly, as something looming even closer than before, feels like a dagger through his heart.

Her hand tightens around his, pulling him a little closer to her. "We've been through so much," she goes on. "And the worst is yet to come. I have every reason to feel terrified, hopeless... like giving up." She draws a breath and lets it out slowly, visibly struggling to keep composure long enough to finish speaking. "But to be here, with you, in the city I love, in this world I love so much... it's all I could really ask for."

She reaches out, cups her hand against his cheek, running her thumb along the edge of his beard. It's an affectionate gesture, of course, but it also serves to pull his face towards her, to nudge open his eyes so they meet hers squarely. "You hear me?" she says, suddenly fierce, her voice cracking again as the emotion starts to overwhelm her. "*You're* all I could ever ask for. I love you... and I know that whatever else this city will throw at us, we can handle it."

He is listening with such fervent attention that he feels a muscle start to ache in his neck. And though his instinct, whenever this topic comes up, is to recoil into grief... this time he forces himself only to listen, to let her words flow through him and strengthen him.

Maybe it will end. But it meant something. It meant everything. It will always have meant everything...

He will have that to hold onto, when the pain eventually finds him. As it will, no matter how hard he tries to look away.

"I love you too," he whispers unsteadily, looking back into her eyes, his gaze heavy with all the love he feels for her. In almost every other moment, he is so careful with what he shows, how he controls himself... but not here. There is nothing hidden, not from her.

She smiles, kisses him again, slow and deep, then rests her forehead against his. "Come on," she murmurs. "There's something I want to show you upstairs."

He has to take a moment and breathe several times before he trusts himself to speak. "What is it?" he asks.

She laughs, only a little shakily. "I rented us a room for the whole night. Just the two of us -- alone, finally."

In spite of the emotional strain of the conversation, he feels a flicker of eager warmth go all through him, and she grins at the expression on his face.

"After you," he says, and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet.

-----

He has only ever experienced their lovemaking in camp. And he had never had anything to complain of. She has always been more wonderful than he would have words to describe, no matter where they are. He wouldn't have thought to ask for more even if it had been an option.

But this... gods. A soft bed and her warmth all over him, the same hungry eagerness that has marked their previous encounters, and yet... slow.

They had claimed to each other that they were going slow, that first night back in the shadowlands - but it wasn't really. It was rushed and desperate, full of need and urgency - both from desire and from the necessary limitations of sex in a camp full of other people.

This... this is slow. They have all night, and no one to bother them, nothing to distract. He is free to take his time, explore every part of her as she explores him. And the look in her eyes as their bodies meld together is something he will never forget if he were to live to be a thousand years old.

He loves her... he loves her... he loves her... and he can feel her on the edge of slipping away from him, but he will carry this with him into the darkness when she is gone.

He loves her and he is losing her and he does not know what he will do without her.

But they have this.

They have this...

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #karlach x tav #long post #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ok the cute followed by the feelsy... my heart was not prepared for this scene #and this took me like two hours to write because hector is having SO MANY EMOTIONS #and so am i #i am honestly so pleased with how this conversation went because ultimately it was a simple direct speech from her that he needed to hear #he needed to hear her not laugh or brush it off or avoid the topic #and he in turn needed to give her the gift of letting her tell him what she did and let it mean something without all the baggage #also this was one of the most sweet and soft sex scenes i have ever seen in a video game #and it makes me sad i can't screenshot more of it here without risking getting the post flagged XD #anyway it's 1am and i'm a mess #idk if there are like good and bad times to post this stuff but this probably counts as bad XD #also this post is enormous so y'know. never let it be said i don't give bang for the buck content-wise lol

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