#my skin is begging me to drink water and wash my face

[hotdogcabbagesausage]

y’all ever happy and smiling and then u see urself in the mirror and gotta humble urself😭

#my skin is begging me to drink water and wash my face #however! #no #seph.txt

[badalivie]

 when you faint on stage

warnings: unhealthy diets, cursing, and some mentions of blood 

seungcheol!

“I can’t. My performance is in a couple minutes” You huffed, almost tripping over because of the lack of feeling you had in your left leg.

“slow down” Seungcheol grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you back up on your feet “y/n please.” Just as he tried to beg you again, your group was called to perform. He could only watch as you hauled yourself onto the stage and smiled brightly, waving and making hearts at the cameras. He hated seeing his members in pain during performances and not being able to do anything to help them. So imagine how he felt watching you, the love of his life, haul yourself onto the stage like a soldier with a duty to battle.

After 3 excruciating minutes, you were able to finish the performance. Seungcheol kept his eyes on you like a hawk throughout the performance. Biting his nails, tapping his foot, peeling the skin on his lips. He felt like his heart was going to burst from worry. The way your eyes began to close and the way your foot was fighting for balance didn’t go unnoticed by him. Just as the lights shut off, you lost consciousness. Seungcheol was fast enough to catch you before you hit the ground, tearing his slacks as his knees slid across the floor. “Y/n, doll, come on” He lightly tapped your cheeks and stroked your head “Fuck.” He cursed, picking you up bridal style and running to your waiting room.

“I don’t care what you think! I’m asking you why you thought it was okay to overwork y/n like this! Extreme diets, 17 hour schedules, are you out of your mind?! You think being an idol is easy?”

The voice of your boyfriend yelling slowly woke you up. “Baby..?” You muttered. Seungcheol’s head snapped towards you when he heard your voice and he instantly kneeled down to your eye level while you lay on the couch.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He smiled sweetly while he waved your manager and other staff away with one motion of his hand.

“Dizzy” you replied, trying to get up

“hey hey, slow down” Seungcheol placed his hands on your back and helped you sit up. “drink.” He gently held your chin as he guided you to drink from the water bottle he had bought earlier, feeding you like a baby. You drank a good amount before pushing the bottle away. “Good girl.” Seungcheol cooed, stroking the side of your head and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“what happened?”

“you passed out.” He frowned

“Oh shit not again” you face palmed. Seungcheol’s eyebrows crashed together.

“again? how many times has this happened?” He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it away from your face, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me.” He pressed.

“Just like… three or four times”

A serious, yet worried, expression washed over his features. “I knew it. I knew something was up with you. Why didn’t you tell me?” You sensed a hint of anger in his voice even though he tried his hardest to suppress it. You knew how careful he was with you, always making sure you never bumped into anything or strained yourself too much (which you were grateful for), so you didn’t want to trouble him when you started passing out and kept it a secret.

“because I knew you’d react like this.” You sighed.

His face scrunched up in what seemed to be annoyance before he took a breath and relaxed “of course I’m going to react like this, y/n. I’m your boyfriend, all I want is for you to be happy, and healthy. You can’t expect me to be anything less than worried.” He sighed, eventually calming down, and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” You said, attempting to calm his nerves knowing he was probably exploding internally. You rubbed your hands up and down his arms, which you could feel made him physically relax. “It won’t happen again.”

“It definitely won’t. I’ll make sure of that. You’re gonna be okay. I’m here now.”

He’d definitely watch over you like a hawk for the rest of the month. He’d make sure you ate 3 meals a day and had a decent amount of sleep. Your manager adjusted your schedule to make it a bit lighter. How could he not? He was too scared to find out what Seungcheol would to do him if he didn’t ease up on you.

jeonghan!

“so you think I’m weak and can’t handle it?”

“That’s not what I meant at all and you know it.” Jeonghan exasperated

“Yeah well, that’s what it sounded like to me.”

Jeonghan sighed and reached for your arm, rubbing up and down “I just worry for you... That’s all...” Before you could respond, your group was called to the stage. The heartbreak he felt when you shook his hand off was incomprehensible. It started off as a joke. He was teasing you about how pale you were, but when he noticed how weak you actually were, his mood changed. “You can’t go on stage like this y/n.” “You’re too... frail...” “Look at you! You look like you’re going to fall over any minute!” Were some of the things he said. Considering your exhaustion and all his prior teasing, you were not having any of it, which lead to a small dispute.

Jeonghan quietly returned to his seat by his members when the event continued. He kept his eyes fixated on you the whole time. Every time your balance faltered, and when your knees hit the ground too hard, he flinched in his seat. You managed to get to the end of the performance, but before you could strike the ending pose, you fell to the ground. The crowd gasped and the camera flashes went wild.

Jeonghan calmly stood up and excused himself from his members, who all understood where he was going. He heard the voices of your concerned members through the speakers, but he never sped up his pace as he made his way backstage. The pace he was walking at was driving him insane. When he got backstage, away from the cameras, his legs mindlessly began to speed up, taking him faster and faster until he was sprinting to your waiting room.

Jeonghan’s heart sank when he saw you with an oxygen mask strapped to your face. He immediately turned to your manager and lost it.

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriends voice and that irritating tone of his. You only heard it when you got in big arguments with him. It was that tone that made you think he wasn’t taking you seriously, like he was mocking you. It drove you crazy. But hearing what he was saying made your heart warm.

“So what did you expect her to do? Just take it and soldier though? Do you hear yourself right now? What do you want me to say? ‘You’re a genius!’ Pull yourself together dumbass. Look at the state she’s in! Did you not have enough brain to think this far? Do you think she’s a robot?! This is what happens to a person if you don’t let them rest!”

You gently reached your hand and grazed your fingertips over Jeonghan’s hand. A shiver crawled up his spine at the contact. “Baby…” Your boyfriend fell to his knees by your side, brushing your hair back. The staff all silently slipped outside of the room, partly because they were scared of Jeonghan, but because they also wanted to give you two privacy. “I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have been hard on you…”  He immediately apologized.

“I’m sorry too. I know you care for me… I shouldn’t have let my exhaustion rub off on you.”

Jeonghan shook his head and smiled sweetly at you “It’s okay. I know I have those moments with you too, and honestly I’d rather you be open to me about how you’re feeling. Okay? Don’t hide it from me.” He grabbed some water and a snack from the coffee table next to you. “Please eat something. You know how hard it was for me to just watch you eat only fruits at home?”

You sat up slowly and debated at first, but when you saw the way Jeonghan was looking at you with his worried, begging eyes, you had to say yes. “Just a small bag of cheetos. That’s it.”

“It’s a step” He chirped, popping the bag open and feeding you pieces of the snack one by one.

He’d watch over you silently but diligently for the next few months. He’d subtly try to up your food intake without you noticing and he’d always cuddle you after eating a large meal, almost like a reward.

shua!

"you’re bleeding!”

You felt blood trickle down from your nose, the droplets landing on your stage outfit. Joshua ran to your side and wiped your nose with a tissue. “This is bad, y/n. Really bad.”

“I’m fine. This happens a lot” You said nonchalantly, stuffing some tissue up your nostril. 

“a lot? y/n you need to see a doctor!”

“I’m fine, shua...” You tried to reassure him, but it obviously wasn’t working.

“y/n please.”

Just on cue, you were called to the stage to perform. Joshua grabbed your wrist, asking you to stay and take a break. He didn’t let go up until the very last second. He watched your performance from his seat anxiously. It was obvious to him that your blood was still trickling down from your nose. You kept looking up and wiping your nose when you walked to the side of the stage. You were like a ticking time bomb. 

Just before the last chorus could start, you dropped your microphone and fell onto the cold wooden floor. One of your members helped you up and carried you backstage with the help of some staff while your other members continued the performance. Joshua pushed through the crowd and burst through the backstage doors, booking it towards your waiting room.

“y/n!” His heart sank at the sight of you laid out on the couch. Grabbing a blanket, he threw it over your body and fell to his knees beside you. Joshua grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back. After about 15 minutes, you regained consciousness.

“Shua..?”

“you’re awake... how do you feel?”

It took you a second to answer, feeling too drowsy to even evaluate your physical state “not so good.”

Joshua sighed and brushed your hair back,  whispering softly “we’re seeing a doctor tomorrow.”

“Joshua there’s no need-”

“No. You are not arguing with me on this. I should have been more stern with you.” His voice was sharp, yet his eyes were still gentle as ever, afraid of hurting or scaring you. “We’re seeing a doctor and that’s the end of the story. If there’s something wrong with you, I want to know, I want to help. I don’t want to regret not taking you to the doctor. I can’t take that risk. I can’t to lose you...”

You cupped his cheeks and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead “And you wont...” He melted upon hearing those words of reassurance, bringing his hands up to yours and pressing them closer to his face, moving his head to the side to kiss one of your palms. “What time do we have to go tomorrow?”

“After we get enough rest.”

The doctor said you were suffering from burnout and exhaustion and advised you to get lots of rest. Joshua was happy that you didn’t have any serious life threatening conditions and that helping you get better was something he had power over. He’d pamper you but also be strict with your recovery, scolding you whenever you didn’t eat enough saying “you didn’t eat a lot, you just ate more than usual.”

jun!

Jun was usually soft-spoken toward you. He always respected and trusted your decisions whatever they may be. So when you were depriving yourself of your basic needs and deteriorating your health, he had no idea how to talk to you about it. You’d never put yourself in a situation that needed his intervention before so he had no idea how to tackle it. His hesitation lasted weeks, with multiple occasions of him saying he wanted to talk to you about something that was concerning him but it ending up with him getting too nervous and changing the topic to something else.

“Love, can we talk please?”

“Of course Junnie. What is it?”

“Are you okay-“

Before Jun could finish you were called by your manager, telling you to get on stage. You told him you’d talk to him later and ran into positions. Jun bit his lip, frowning at how the outfit you were wearing brought out how much weight you’d lost. 

You were out of breath and wobbly on stage, something even the audience took notice of. Mid-performance, as your verse was coming up, you fell onto the ground, landing hard on your shoulder. Jun flinched and instinctively ran to you, propping you up on his lap and cradling your face in his hands. The cameras went wild, the flashes almost blinding him. Soon after, staff came to the stage, blocking the two of you from sight and lifted you onto a stretcher. Jun followed the staff that took you to your waiting room with his heart stuck in his throat. He knew that there would be consequences to coming on stage and letting the media see him with you like that, but he didn’t care. He just needed to make sure you were okay. After all, as long as he had you by his side, he could take on the world.

It took about 20 minutes to wake up. You blinked your eyes open to see Jun sitting on a chair across from you, head in his hands. “Junhui...” You called. He jolted when he heard your voice and knelt by your side in a flash.

“y/n! I was so worried! When you fainted I- I didn’t know what to do I-... I was so scared.” You cupped his cheeks and brought his face closer to yours, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t keep scaring me like this, y/n. I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself. I can’t take it. This is where I draw the line.”

“Junhui...”

“Listen to me, y/n” His voice was sharp and stern, a polar opposite from his usual gentle tone. After noticing the shock on your face, he took a deep breath and softened his approach “ Please... We’re seeing a doctor, and getting you a dietitian.”

“Junnie, I can handle myself. I don’t need a dietitian-”

“That wasn’t a request, y/n. I’m getting you one”

You knew by the way he was stalking to you that there was no changing his mind. Though, you did realize that if you hadn’t pushed yourself so far, he wouldn’t have been so stern with you. Deep down, you knew he cared about you.

“Okay... Thank you, Junhui...”

His eyes softened “I’ll never let anything happen to you. You know that right?”

“I know... But hey, on a side note, I like you being strict. It’s really cute~”

“stop it” He giggled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss.

Jun would be very gentle and supportive in your recovery, making sure you knew he would be with you every step of the way. He’d send gentle reminders to eat the snacks he packed you with sticky notes of motivational messages and cradle you to sleep, smiling when he gradually felt your body gain a little more fat every time he held you.

wonwoo!

“stop it.” Wonwoo chided

“Leave me alone, Won.”

“Y/N!”

“JUST GO!” You shook his arm off, stumbling as you did so. “if you’re not going to support me, just leave.”

“you can’t keep doing this. Your body can’t handle it.”

“I know what I can and can’t handle, Won.” The way you seethed his name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He exhaled and gently tried to reach for you again.

“y/n, please... I don’t want to fight.”

You sighed “me too... Just-... I’ll catch you after my performance”. Wonwoo wanted to reach for you again and say something, but no words were coming out of his mouth. The two of you almost got in a really big fight, he knew the both of you needed space. Still, he never stopped worrying about you, not even for a second.

Wonwoo could barely sit still while you performed on stage. Every time you fell too hard on your knees or twisted your ankle, he winced. Before he knew it, in the blink of an eye, you were on the ground, motionless and cold. He jolted up from his seat, watching in horror as the staff carried you backstage. He felt his legs take him to your waiting room where he found you laid out on the couch.

Wonwoo took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, loosening his tie and grabbing a chair to sit beside you. He couldn’t stay still no matter how much he tried, so he grabbed a bucket, a towel, and some iced water. He dipped the towel in the iced water and wrung it before placing it on your forehead. “come on y/n...” He whispered, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Won..?” You blinked your eyes open

“Oh thank God” Wonwoo exasperated “You have no idea how worried I was. I just blinked and the next thing I knew you were on the ground! I-”

“I’m sorry...”

“huh..? for what, love?”

“for earlier...” You lowered your head “You were right and I... I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh baby, you’re tired and stressed. I get it. I’m not upset because of that, I’m upset because I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” He rubbed your now bruised knees gently with his hands. “Listen, let’s get you help. Okay? You’re having problems staying up and eating and breathing and just… You need help, y/n, and I’ll give it to you. You just need to let me in. Let me help you help yourself. How does that sound?”

You stayed silent, letting Wonwoo think you were debating it in your head when in reality you already knew the answer. Of course, you would listen to him, why wouldn’t you? What kept you silent is how long it took for you to finally let yourself get help. “Okay… Let’s go to the doctor…”

“Thank you” Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as humanly possible. The two of you would have a long, thorough conversation about how you would be handling your health and what steps you’d be taking to get back to proper health. Wonwoo was patient and respectful throughout the whole process, hearing your concerns but also making his side known.

He’d say he trusted you enough to take care of yourself but he’d always be subtly looking after you even if you didn’t notice. Lots of small gestures like putting more food on your plate or getting you juice after practice and opening bottles for you.

woozi!

“This is your fault! Look at what you’ve done to her! Are you proud of yourself?!” Your hearing was muffled but you could make our your boyfriend’s voice in the room, yelling. When you tried opening your eyes, you saw his figure facing your manager, who had a guilty expression on his face. “I told you time and time again that it was too much! You never listened! Now, look what happened! You sacrificed her health for magazine shoots! Are you out of your mind?! You watched her get worse and worse and did nothing! have you no remorse?”

“jihoon-ah...” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Jihoon froze. “baby, come here” His head snapped in your direction, and when he saw you looking at him, the crease between his eyebrows immediately disappeared. His rage had disappeared into thin air, immediately replaced with worry.

“hey, you’re finally awake.” He fell to his knees by your side, smiling weakly. His voice had taken a total 180 from how he was speaking to your manager just a few seconds ago (who was now trying to leave the room without making a single noise, afraid of what Jihoon would do to him).

“what’s going on..? why am I here..?”

“You passed out on stage.”

“I did?” You tried sitting up, but you felt too tired to do so. Jihoon noticed and placed his hand on your back to help you sit up, placing pillows on your back to support you. 

“yeah. everyone was worried. I was worried.” Jihoon breathed, resting his forehead against yours. That was a habit of his whenever he was stressed. You indulged him, letting him hold you for as long as he wanted, knowing how worried he must have been. The silence was broken by a small sniffle coming from your boyfriend. “Jihoon?” You asked, partially worried but also shocked. He rarely cried. “Why are you crying?”

“I can’t take this anymore. Do you have any idea how scared I was?!” He raised his voice a little, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. “You come home at 3 in the morning with barely enough energy to give yourself a bath! You barely eat, you barely sleep, and you barely call anymore. Day and night I worry if you’re okay because you’ve started getting bloody noses often and you have a hard time standing and you don’t even want to eat your favorite foods with me anymore! It’s killing me seeing you like this. The worst part is you won’t talk to me about it! I have to find out through the staff and your friends! Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to find out that my girlfriend’s health is deteriorating right before my eyes and I barely noticed?!”

“Jihoon... I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was affecting you this much.” You cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears “I’m fine, baby. See? I’m right here. I’m going to be okay”

“You say that but you haven’t shown me anything to back it up. You’re getting worse, y/n. I know your schedule has been hectic because of your comeback but you have to take care of yourself too. If you wont do it for yourself, at least do it for me... please...”

“I will, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it. I’ll make everything right.”

“we.” he corrected “I’m with you, remember? every step of the way. I’d appreciate it if you talked to me more. Let me know when you’re in pain, when you’re tired, or sick. I want to know everything.”

“I will, I promise. I won’t hide anymore. Thank you, love. For everything”

Jihoon didn’t say anything in reply and simply kissed you. He was very patient throughout your recovery and basically nursed you back to health himself. He would often push you but you knew he only wanted what was best for you. Every time you overcame a challenge he gave you he’d reward you with cuddles on the couch or a date. You’re so incredibly lucky to have him.

myungho!

“It’s not healthy, love”

“I know but I… I need to lose weight. I don’t want to disappoint the fans”

“You don’t need to lose weight. You’re perfect. Anyway, your real fans would love you no matter how you look. Just like I do.” He stroked your cheek gently, unable to hide the concern on his face. “and you know I’m your biggest fan, right?”

After minutes of constant reassurance, Myungho finally let you join your group to prepare to go on stage. He watched the performance with his lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He knew your group had a difficult choreography, and he scolded you a lot at home for starving yourself to this extent. Myungho had watched your mental health spiral downwards after one particular meeting with your manager, where it all started. No words could possibly express how he felt when he noticed you getting smaller and smaller every time he hugged you. The least he could do was try to reduce your anxiety by cuddling you when you got home, cooking you your favorite snacks, making you tea, or even slow dancing with you to your favorite songs on the record player. He did everything he could, but he couldn’t help you if you didn't want to help yourself, which made it all the more difficult for him to watch.

You were a very sharp person, heck, you were the main dancer. You were a perfectionist, so when he saw you falter on one of the dance steps, he knew something was definitely wrong. You managed to finish the performance, but you were more out of breath than you should have been, and Myungho especially caught the way you couldn’t stand straight while your leader was giving a speech. “Y/n!” He whisper-yelled, which you barely managed to hear. You turned your head and looked at him dead in the eyes “come to me” He mouthed, opening his arms to you. You wanted to walk to him and just rest your weight on him, but you couldn’t seem to feel your legs. All you could do was smile before your vision turned black. 

Myungho instinctively ran towards you and caught you before you hit the ground. He could hear the gasps and camera flashes from the audience but he couldn’t care less about them. “Y/n, baby, wake up.” He silently pleased, cupping your cheek in his hand. One of the staff approached him and said they had to rush you to the waiting room where the medics were waiting. Reluctantly, he let the staff take over, following closely behind.

By the time you regained consciousness you were already at home. Myungho was sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding your hand while he rested his head on a pillow. “Myungho...” You whispered, stirring him awake.

“You’re finally up” He smiled sleepily, moving his hand up to brush your hair back. “I was worried. I’m... really upset with what happened, y/n”

“What happened..?”

“You passed out on stage before I could reach you...”

“Before you could reach me..? Are you saying you went on stage?”

“Yes.”

“Myungho!” You jolted up, immediately regretting it once you felt a surge of pain through your back. Your boyfriend seemed just as surprised as you as he jumped forwards to place a pillow behind you to support your back. “So our relationship... It’s out?!”

“yeah. the public knows.”

“I’m sorry Myungho...” You sighed, letting him shift closer to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You think that’s what I’m upset about?” Myungho stared at you with a mix of irritation and worry in his eyes. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Help yourself, y/n. Please. I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself. It hurts seeing you like this. Please let me help you.” His forehead rested against yours, he kept his eyes closed while he spoke gently. 

“Okay... I’m sorry...”

“You should be... Seeing you like that broke my heart, you know?”

It would be a slow process, but Myungho stayed by your side throughout the whole thing. When you couldn’t get yourself to eat, he’d support you, when you felt guilty for eating, he comforted you. He was always there, caring for you and whispering gentle reassurances in your ear until you were healthy again.

mingyu!

"Mingyu!”

“Hyung? What’s up?” Mingyu stared at Seungcheol who was panting by the doorway of the restroom

“It’s y/n.” The older male fought to catch his breath “She passed out on stage.” Mingyu, who was in the middle of drying his hands, froze. 

Everything after that was a blur. He could vaguely remember Seungcheol’s mouth moving as if he were speaking but not actually hearing anything. He could vaguely remember bumping into other idols as he sprinted his way backstage. He could vaguely remember tripping on someone’s foot and falling to the ground but immediately picking himself up and continued running to your room. Though nothing would ever make him forget the image of you lying on your waiting room couch with an oxygen mask strapped to your face.

“What happened?” Mingyu’s tone was low and dark. The only other person in the room was your manager, who placed a water bottle on the coffee table next to you.

“She fainted in the middle of her performance. The members are continuing without her but-”

“No, I meant what happened for things to reach this point? Cause I heard you put her on a 1 apple a day diet. Isn’t that right?” Mingyu towered over your manager with darkness pooling by his face as he looked down on him.

“I-I-”

“So it’s true? Now, why would you do something like that? What could you have been thinking, if you were thinking at all? Surely, you did think about the consequences, right? Of what would happen to her if you pushed her too far, and what would happen to you if she ever got hurt. Right? Do you see how skinny she is?” Your boyfriend harshly grabbed your manager’s shoulder, making him wince and groan. “Look. at. her.” Your manager turned his face to gaze at you, staring at your boney figure and feeling the remorse kick in. “Does the fact that you can see her ribs not concern you? What weight is there left to lose?”

“Gyu...” You groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Mingyu dug his fingers into your manager’s shoulder and brought him closer.

“Leave the room, now. Y/n will take the rest of the day off to recover and she will not follow the ‘diet’ you’ve prescribed to her any longer.”

“but-”

“Did that sound like a request? You do whatever you need to do to let her have the day off. I. Don’t. Care. She will go home and you will do your job properly this time. Am I clear?” Your manager shook his head up and down frantically before Mingyu finally loosened his grip on him. Your manager practically ran out of the room, fearing to stay in the same room as your boyfriend for another second.

"gyu...” You called for him again, voice louder this time.

“I’m right here, baby. Don’t worry” He sat on the floor to match your eye level, giving you his signature sweet smile. “how are you feeling?” You felt his large hands over your own, rubbing circles at the back of your palm with his thumbs.

“Not so good... I’m a bit hungry...”

“how about this, once you feel better enough to walk, I take you to our favorite tteokbeokki place near home. what do you say?”

You smiled at the thought of going on a date with your boyfriend after stressful practice and passing out on stage, but reality hit you soon after. “I can’t... I’m on a diet... Sorry, Gyu...”

“Don’t worry about that. I had a talk with your manager and he said he’s taking you off that diet. You lost a lot of weight, it wasnt healthy.” He caressed your cheek gently and gazed at you with nothing but love and sincerity in his eyes.

“Are you sure..? Am I not too fat..?”

Mingyu seemed taken aback by the sudden question “Don’t be silly. You’re not fat, stop saying mean things about yourself. And quite frankly, I don’t care what you look like. Big or small, you’ll always be the woman I fell in love with. There’s nothing more I could want from you than to be healthy. that’s all, y/n”

“Do you really mean that?”

“of course...” He tucked stray pieces of hair behind your ear and kissed your cheeks. Mingyu began sensing your insecurity a couple of weeks ago when you didn’t want to wear one of the favorite dresses he got you because you thought your arms looked too big for it. He felt the best approach was to be gentle and supportive, making sure you knew he didn’t care about your weight. Judging by your reaction, that was the right decision.

You never found out about the small altercation between your manager and your boyfriend. That was probably for the best. He didn’t want your perception of him to change. He was still that soft, gentle, sweet boy you always knew, and he would continue to be that to you and the people around you as long as no harm came to you.

Your schedule lightened up and you spent more time at home with your boyfriend, rebuilding your confidence back up one piece at a time.

seokmin!

When Seokmin asked if you were okay, you replied with ‘sure’. He didn’t believe you. Those nights he’d find you awake in the kitchen drinking endless amounts of water, when you almost trip whenever you stand up didn’t slip by him. Still, he didn’t want to pry into what seemed your personal business until you wanted to tell him yourself. Still, he kept a careful eye on you while trying to cheer you up whenever you seemed tired.

Seokmin had many regrets. He regretted not asking what was causing you pain, and not convincing you to turn down that stupid diet. All because he knew he’d never forget how he felt when he saw you fall to the ground in the middle of your performance. He froze. His ears rung from the sound your microphone made when it hit the ground. He couldn’t understand or see anyone else but you lying on that stage while your members called for help. He didn’t care about the cameras. Seokmin got up from his seat immediately and ran backstage to your waiting room.

When you woke up you found Seokmin holding your hand in his palms close to his face with his eyes closed. “Seokmin?” His eyes burst open and he turned to look at you.

“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“dizzy… and hungry”

He gave you a small smile. “Here, have this.” Seokmin fed you strawberries and opened a water bottle he bought for you. “Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t scare me like this again.” He kept his eyes on the strawberries he was picking from the box while he said that. Seokmin felt too guilty to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby” you whispered, but he still didn’t look at you. “Hey, look at me” You placed your hand on his cheek and lifted his head. “It won’t happen again. hm? I’m sorry.”

Seokmin sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, digging his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m here, y/n. Please stop acting like i’m not. Tell me when you’re having a hard time. Let me take care of you sometimes. I know you view me as this cheerful and funny boyfriend but you can come to me when you need help too. okay? Im here for better and for worse.”

“Thank you, Seokmin...”

He’d (endearingly) nag you for probably the rest of your relationship. He made it a habit to text you to eat and check up on you. Whenever he was around, regardless of what either of you was doing, when his alarm went off he’d grab a banana, some milk, and walk to you and say “snack time! you need your energy.”

seungkwan!

Both you and Seungkwan were busy. With him going on multiple shows and you being in a hot new girl group, your meetings at home lessened and lessened. Seungkwan noticed you losing weight whenever he saw you, but he never really thought anything of it. That was until you fainted in the middle of your performance.

He’ll never forgive himself for not seeing the signs sooner. You two lived in the same house for god’s sake!

Seungkwan canceled all his schedules for the week and took you to the hospital. There he sat by your side, holding your hand while listening to the traffic from outside the hospital window. “I’m sorry. I should have known. I didn’t know you were getting this bad...” He sighed, placing his hand on your forehead, feeling your unusually high body temperature. You had a fever, were dehydrated, overworked, and burned out. You passed out from exhaustion and still hadn’t woken up after 13 hours. 

When you finally woke up, you found Seungkwan holding your hand while his head and arms rested on your hospital bed. He was asleep. “Seungkwan... baby wake up.”

“y/n, you’re awake...”

“What am I doing here..?”

“You passed out from exhaustion... you’ve been sleeping for almost a day”

It took a few sentences to process what your boyfriend had said. “Fuck... my schedules!” You tried tgo sit up in a panic but Seungkwan placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Slow down, baby. Everything’s okay. You’re on a break right now, I took care of everything. Just focus on resting okay?”

He rubbed your arms up and down, relaxing you. When you finally settled down again, Seungkwan smiled, kissing your cheek. “Hey uh... I’m sorry for not taking care of you better... We live in the same house but I didn’t even notice something was wrong.”

“It’s not your fault... I didn’t know I had already lost control of my health... I was too busy...”

“we both were...” You held his hand and intertwined your fingers with his own. “Listen, I want you to know that even if we both get busy, you can still talk to me okay? Tell me when you don’t feel well or need me and I’ll make time for you... I always will...”

“Thank you... I hope you know I’m here for you too. I know your schedule is tiring too...”

“You know, long days at work aren’t so bad either. It just means more excitement for when I get to go home and see you again” He winked, nudging your elbow in a playful manner

“Oh stop it~” You giggled, pushing his arm

You two laughed together for the first time in weeks. “Okay so here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re taking this week off and spending it at home. I’ll be attending less interviews, and your manager will be making your schedule more flexible. We’ll get you a dietitian too. Just so you can get back to a healthy weight.”

“That all sounds.... great, baby. Thank you.”

What happened to you traumatized Seungkwan, but he was also thankful for the experience. It was a wake-up call for both of you. Ever since then, you two spent more time together at home, talking about each other’s days and ranting and taking care of each other. Seungkwan never failed to make you smile with his daily checkups on you when he called. 

vernon!

Vernon, who had just returned to Korea after touring for months, was more than thrilled to see you again. He sat with his group, biting his lip in a weak attempt to hold back a smile while you were on stage performing. But as soon as he saw you walk on stage, his smile faded. When did you get so thin? and pale? Your hair looked like it’d gotten thinner too... His members all glanced at him, seeing his shocked and confused expression. 

“Yah, is Y/n okay?” Seungkwan nudged Vernon's elbow

“I... I don’t know... She sounded alright over the phone but this...” He couldn’t even form words to reply to his member. You looked like a different person. All the members took notice of how much you struggled on stage. You were out of breath, tripping, and faltering at every difficult move. It was a miracle that you made it to the end of the performance. 

When the lights shut off, everyone heard something drop. The gasps of your members had indicated to everyone that there was an accident. While the lights were still off, Vernon rose from his seat and quickly made his way backstage. By the time he got there you were surrounded by staffs who were fanning you, placing ice packs on your neck and making sure the oxygen mask was strapped to your face.

Vernon took a deep sigh as he gazed at your frail state. When your manager walked into the room and saw Vernon standing in the corner of the room, a shiver ran up his spine. He immediately asked the other staff to step out of the room and give you space. Before he was able to slip out of the room, Vernon grabbed his wrist tightly. “I’m having a word with you later. Don’t think you can run from me.” He growled, harshly releasing your managers wrist and letting him scurry away.

Vernon pulled a stool over and sat by your side, gently stroking your hair before resting his head in his hands. “How did i not notice?” “I should’ve asked how she was doing...” “I should’ve checked up on her more.” “i should’ve-”

“Hansol...” You weakly called for him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Hey baby” He weakly grinned, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asked. You obviously weren’t, but he didn’t know what to say with the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.

“I’m fine...” It was a weak attempt at trying to ease his nerves, because you both knew you were lying.

“bullshit.” Vernon said sternly “how long has this being going on?”

“How long has what been going on?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know exaclty what I’m talking about.”

You took a deep breath, this was going to be tough for you. “About a week after you left for tour...” If it wasn’t for the sound of your breathing, the room would have been quiet enough for you to hear Vernon’s heart shatter. “I just lost control... I didn’t know it was this bad... I was too busy to notice and I just... I wanted to be pretty. Not just for my group’s comeback but I wanted to be prettier for you when you came back too-”

“Y/n what are you saying?” Vernon’s comment made you glance up to meet his confused gaze. His eyebrows were stitched together with his lips slightly parted in disbelief. “Do you hear what you’re saying right now? You wanted to be pretty? Pretty for when I came back? What does that even mean?” He sighed, cupping your cheeks. “You’re beautiful, y/n. You always have been. if thats not enough and you still want to take measures to help you feel more confident in your skin, the alright, I’ll support you. But never at the cost of your health.”

Tears trickled down your cheeks and Vernon was there to kiss each one away. “I love you, Hansol.”

“I know. Do you know I love you?”

He’d be very gentle yet persistent in your recovery. He’d make sure you ate enough food even if you whined and complained about it. After particularly large meals he’d spend hours cuddling you in the bedroom and kissing your arms, stomach and legs just to let you know that he loved your body no matter how it looked like.

chan!

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Chan sighed

“who are you to tell me what to do!”

“Your boyfriend, who cares about you a lot.” He tried to gently plead with you. “I can’t let you go on stage in the state that you’re in. You just threw up, you’re dizzy, dehydrated, exhausted and it shows.”

“I can’t, Chan. This is the last performance for this comeback, I can’t let everyone down.”

“Y/n-” Before he could try reasoning with you again, you were called onto stage to perform. Chan was pacing around while keeping his eyes on the screen your entire performance. Other idols approached him and asked him if he was okay, to which he just responded to with a wave of his hand and a brief nod. Even his members came out of the waiting room and tried to calm him down because he had been out for a while. He wouldn't leave. Towards the end of your performance, Chan was already waiting by the side of the main stage, waiting for you. You made a big bow, waved towards the cameras and glanced at him. His face was pale with worry and his hands couldn't seem to stay still. You weakly made your way towards him but collapsed right before you were able to completely exit the stage. The crowd saw the lower half of your body hit the ground and murmurs could he heard in the audience. 

Chan cautiously kneeled down and pulled your body towards his own, out of sight from others. He cradled your head gently in his arms “Y/n, baby, wake up.” After you didn’t respond, he quickly lifted you bridal style and carried you to your waiting room. The staff tended to you as well as they could before they gave you and Chan space. He didn’t realize he was going it, but when he was sitting next to you he started to gently massage your palms. Pressing on the soft flesh with his thumbs.

“That feels nice...” You whispered as you slowly regained consciousness.

“Y/n! You’re awake!” He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. “You worried me...”

“Did I pass out?” 

Chan nodded gently “You need rest. Please, take a break. And please eat.” He tucked stray pieces of your hair behind your ear while he spoke. 

“What if i gain weight?” 

“So what? What matters is that you’re healthy, and happy. Let me help you, hm? Let me take care of you for once...”

He’d be very gentle and tender with you during your recovery. He’d talk to you sweetly and praise you for every achievement big or small.

authors note: to the person who requested this, im sorry this took literally forever but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <33

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[bloodmoonmuses]

you want me so bad rn... | choi beomgyu

genre: beomgyu x reader, established relationship, fluff, drabble (600ish words)

summary: you and beomgyu go on a date to an aquarium, during which he leaves you more flustered than you anticipated.

warnings: the build up to the kiss gets a bit steamy, some suggestive language by my standards lol (but nothing explicit)

The bluish glow leaves a halo around Beomgyu’s face. It’s a random Thursday and the aquarium the two of you are at is practically empty. You admire him lovingly, warmed by his boyish infatuation with the twinkling fish. They refract like specs of glitter- orangey, yellow and gold in their flickering. 

Beomgyu’s a walking a paint palette. You think of the colors you’d use to render his beauty- if you were bestowed with such a skill. A wash of watercolor, bleeding and pooling into the grooves of sturdy paper… the faintest of blues. Warm gray, like the clouds that hung in the sky the day you met him. Chestnut-y browns as a final touch- like his eyes, his hair, his guitar. You wish you had brought a camera, to immortalize the joy radiating off of him, but you’re left to rely on your faulty eyes (and memory).

“You’re staring,” says Beomgyu as he reads the placard next to the fishtank. Golden Dwarf, Tiger and Cherry Barbs. Schooling fish. They’re not to be in groups less than six. 

“Can’t help it,” you simply say. 

You’re certain the amazement in your eyes as you look at him parallels Beomgyu’s intrigue with the fish. It’s funny really; for a guy in such a glitzy career, he’s easily impressed. Beomgyu is also very contemplative. You liked watching him think, his brows furrowing and relaxing over and over again, or when he scrunches his nose. He does the latter right now, and you’re overcome with the urge to kiss it. Realizing you possess the privilege to do so, you reach over to take Beomgyu’s face in your hands. Instead of moving immediately, you linger there, drinking up his delicate features. 

“Like what you see?” Beomgyu quirks an eyebrow, in that goofy way he does. He’s never serious, save for the purpose of expediting your impending demise (also known as making you fall in love with him). You answer him with the kiss you so desperately yearn for, barely touching your lips to the tip of his nose. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says. Then, Beomgyu pulls you into an embrace. 

The fish tanks murmur in the background, the running water almost mimicking rainfall. Fluorescent lights sift through the glass creating wavy lines that dance on the wall. You could stay like this forever. 

Beomgyu tilts your chin upward, fingertips grazing your skin just slightly. The touch is hypnotizing, clearing your mind of any coherent thoughts. All you can think of is Beomgyu. Beomgyu, who was born in spring. Beomgyu, who writes hushed ballads as dusk burns into dawn. Beomgyu, who loves you in his own way- patiently and attentively. His breath fans over your lips. Your face twitches for his touch, but all you can do is stand there. You’re frozen. It feels as though if you move, you’ll break into a million pieces. You silently beg him to move. 

Beomgyu likes to tease you in this way, though he’d never admit it. He likes to see how quickly you get flustered and how intensely you crave his touch. A few times, he pretends to lean in, watching how you crane your neck. When he does this a third time, you sigh exasperatedly. 

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asks with a coy lilt. You nod feverishly. Beomgyu stifles a laugh. “Didn’t catch that.”

“Yes, please,” you manage to whisper. When he finally does kiss you, you’re somehow even more breathless. If only you could be outside of your body- you’d paint this too. Vermillion to render the blush that’s probably dusting Beomgyu’s cheeks, pink to match the tinge on your ears, green to commemorate how evergreen your love will remain. You deepen the kiss, moving impossibly closer to one another. When the two of you come up for air, chests heaving as if you’d ran a marathon, Beomgyu laughs.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Oh… you want me so bad right now!” he teases. 

“Whatever!” You hit his forearm, covering your embarrassed face with your other hand. 

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! <333

#bloodmoonmuses #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu fic #beomgyu x reader #txt fic

[pumpkinbirth]

Can you write some girl is giving birth on her boyfriend. She is sitting in his lap chest to chest, but he’s ways rubbing her bud or caressing her belly. She goes through a long and painful labor. She finally gives birth and immediately bro he the baby to her nipple to drink and her and her boyfriend are still smashed together. Oddly specific and I sorry but I really love this kind of thing.

"I know, baby, I know, but you're doing so well..."

I could only nod, following my boyfriends lead as we breathed in sync, the contraction finally tapering off.

We'd been like this for what felt like the entire day, both of us naked and intertwined as my labor progressed. He'd been so attentive during my pregnancy that it didn't surprise me that he'd be even moreso when I gave birth. Still, I hadn't expected he'd be this hands on, not that it bothered me one bit.

As soon as my contractions started he was right there, talking me through it and gently massaging my belly. When they really started ramping up that was when he suggested our current position. He wanted to see and feel it all, no matter how messy it was or how loud I became.

I murmured gratefully as he massaged his way down my back, focusing lower where the pain mostly sat. "They're really close together...its just so much pressure..." I moaned, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. I felt him nod before his hands moved to my front.

"What d'you say we distract you a little, hm?" he purred. Both hands moved to cradle the swell of my belly, his thumbs rubbing loving circles into the taut skin. He waited for me to nod before moving one hand further down, quickly finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles on it as well.

"Mnh...!!"

"Another one?"

"N-no...just really sensitive. Please don't stop..." I breathed, rocking my hips against him as he obeyed. Pressure mounted inside me, but I couldn't tell if it was a contraction, or if I was already close to cumming. I focused on chasing the pleasure, my fingertips pressing into his back as I moaned and begged for more, just a little more...!

Before I could even process it I practically screamed into his shoulder, the pressure cresting and pleasure washing over me as I came hard, all while he murmured his approval of what a good girl I was.

"Babe?"

"Mm?"

"Either you're still cumming, or..."

"Or what?" I lifted my head, worry starting to crease my features before he kissed me reassuringly, murmuring excitedly against my lips.

"Or, we just broke your water."

---

"F-fuuuck...! Please, I just wanna push, baby, c'mon..." I pleaded, tears of frustration welling up as he checked me for what felt like the hundredth time. He rubbed a soothing hand on my back while he carefully moved his fingers inside me, the wetness so loud it would've been embarrassing if I wasn't so preoccupied.

"I know you do, I promise you will, but if you do too soon you could really get hurt," he replied softly, and while I knew he was right it didn't stop me from letting out an exhausted sob. "Just a little more, I won't make you wait any longer than you have to."

"Okay..." I breathed, already steeling myself for the next contraction. There were hardly any breaks between them now, and every time without fail I begged for him to let me do what my body was screaming for me to do. I was a mess of sweat and water and the baby wasn't even close to here yet. As the contraction gripped me part of me felt like giving up, just calling an ambulance, or--

"--next one."

"Wh-"

"You can push with the next contraction, baby, you're ready."

Relief washed over me, doing away with all the impending negative thought. Carefully, he helped to lift me just a bit, so that now I was in a deep squat right over his lap. The new position made me realize just how ready I was now, the pressure against my cervix like nothing I'd felt before. My belly hung low between my thighs, and I let out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over the curve once more, holding me reverently. We both felt the tightening of my swell, and my hands grasped his shoulders for support. When it fully came I didn't hesitate for a moment, a guttural moan escaping me as I pushed, hard.

"So good, you're doing amazing," he murmured praises as I dug my nails into his shoulders, only letting up once the contraction had ebbed. It felt so perfect, being this close to him, being held by him as I gave birth to our baby. With every push he encouraged me, syncing our breaths like before.

Eventually he moved his hands from my belly to between my legs, his breath hitching with excitement when he felt the slight teardrop between my lips. "Oh you're right there, babe, I need you to push hard with this next one."

I only nodded, not having the energy to quip that I'd been doing just that for hours now. A ragged moan tore from my throat as I gave the next push my all, turning into a sound of shock when I felt the head fully emerge. "Oh fuck, oh god please tell me I can keep pushing...!" I said hurriedly, adrenaline rushing through me like I'd never felt before. He pressed his forehead to mine, sounding nearly as breathless as I.

"Yes, yes, just a couple more, you're so perfect giving birth for me like this..."

The praise mixed with the adrenaline renewed my strength completely, and true to his word it was only two more hard pushes until I felt the hot rush of fluid and baby gushing out of me, making even more of a mess on both of us. He caught her instantly, waiting a moment until I was ready to take her from him.

Instinctively I brought her to my chest, wincing just a bit as she latched onto my sensitive, leaking nipple, but the pain left as soon as it'd come. All the while he held us both close, kissing the tears of effort from my face and saying how good I did, how perfect she was...

How he couldn't wait to have me do it again.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink

[na0koz]

sakusa thoughts

- changes his pjs every night. they are all the same like button up shirt and pants in like navy blue or something

- only uses over ear $500 headphones because he’s not gonna “damage his ears before he’s 50” if u ever say ur ear hurts or something he’s like It’s bc of them damn airpods

- lectures you if you drink anything other than water (he has a nearly full starbucks loyalty card(he got the card 2 weeks ago))

- his curly hair is so like . like. yk like ooouuuhh. he’s probably like those people that say they just drink water when someone asks how their skin is so clear but he’s just like “Um i just wash it idk..” but he has a drawer full of stuff for it

- does face masks with you once you beg him and tell him it will “clean” his skin better than water/cleanser

- the most luscious eyebrows sorry

- tries to get u to go places with him without saying it bc he’s embarrassed. if he’s going like to the store he’s like “ok i just won’t get anything for you. oh you’re coming now wow you’re soo desperate” he’s cheering and applauding his discreetness in his head

- cant think of what this guy listens to it’s probably like podcasts or some bs bruh

- i think he watches cooking shows but not really. like yk when you watch something but you’re just watching it bc it’s there but you’re enjoying it??? yeah he does that. if u see him watching and ur like “do u wanna make that” he’s unaware what it really is he just likes routine.

- following instructions is what he was born for. if u ask him to do something or get something he’ll remember what u said word for word and be like “next they said to do this” so cute

- against napping. he is against it fully like a father. he says stuff like “if u slept normally at night you wouldn’t need to nap” ok mr 9pm bedtime

- he got an ipad and now he forgets he has a phone. if u call him he won’t see til morning bc he watches his cooking shows then goes to sleep without checking his phone and he’s like “sorry i turned my phone off to go to sleep early” we all know ur secret omi.

- he isn’t the most physically affectionate but if you are then he can tolerate it for a bit because it’s you. he will probably ask you to get off after some time but he promises it’s not you, it’s him. he just still isn’t quite used to having someone in his space.

vivis note: Hi . Where are all the sakusa fans. should i make more texts orrrr do some hcs like suna or someone idk Help Me

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu x reader #sakusa imagines #haikyuu headcanons

[likeastarstar]

Needy- NAMJOON

"Hi baby."

Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.

You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.

Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-

"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

"It was only a couple hours-"

"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.

You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.

"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.

His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.

"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.

"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.

You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.

"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."

He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.

"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.

You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.

You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.

It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.

You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.

There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.

"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.

"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."

You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.

He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.

"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.

It was going to be a long night...

masterlist.

#bts drabble #bts timestamps #bts fic #bts smut #namjoon x you #namjoon drabble #kim namjoon fanfiction #namjoon fluff #namjoon one shot #namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc

[lillysdreaminnn]

I'm married!

Pairing; husband!derek morgan x wife!fem!reader

Warnings; derek being drunk as hell, some suggestiveness here and there, fluff, fem!reader, use of y/n (like once)

Summary; you take derek home after a celebration at a bar, and he's wasted - to say the least.

Word count; 1.1k

A/n; first time writing here so yay 🎉 be nice please thanks. and maybe send me any requests if you want :))

"Come on Derek, it's time to go home." You tried to get your lovely husband out of his seat so you could drive him home.

 "One more drink! Pleaaase?" Derek stared pleading like a child, earning an amused laugh from the rest of his team and a sigh from you, "No, Derek. You said that two drinks ago. Let's go." You said in a more demanding tone, making your husband frown like a child.

 You sighed at his expression and pinched the bridge of your nose.

 Not becuause you were mad at him, not at all. You were just trying to find the willpower to deny his cute face. "Please Y/n?" Emily begged as well, equally as drunk and, before you could respond, Hotch spoke up.

 "Okay, okay, enough drinks for the night. Y/n is right." He said, smiling at the interactions between his drunk agents. You mouthed a thank you, to which he responded by waving you off as he helped you get Derek off his seat.

 After finally making it home, you dragged Derek through the door of your bedroom kicking it shut. Derek placed himself on the bed and sat like a child with a frown, making you stiffle a laugh as you picked out his pyjamas from the closet.

 "Lift up your arms for me, my love." You chuckled at his frown again before pulling his shirt over his body, making him gasp.

 Thinking you hurt him, your eyes went wide and you immediately asked what was wrong, "I'm married!" He said in a somewhat angry tone. Once again, you tried your absolute best not to laugh at his very sweet and cute - and slightly childish - demeanor.

 "What?"

 "I'm married! I'm married and my wife is very very beautiful and she will rip you apart if she finds out you took off my shirt!" He slurred, looking at you with a very offended look on his face, only adding to the cuteness.

 Shaking your head while laughing to yourself, you decided to run the poor man a shower, to wash the liquor and sweat off him. "Okay married man. Let's get you to the shower." Derek once again protested, sitting more firmly on the bed.

 "No! I'm married!" He said, ripping his arm away from your grasp.

 "Derek, come on." You laughed again, trying to get him to the bathroom. "No!" He protested again.

 "I told you; I'm married and my wife won't like this. Plus I love her too much to do this to her and cheat on her. She's soooo amazing. Like very amazing. You know the other day I was sick and she called my mom to get the recipe of the soup she always made me as a kid. She's very sweet. I loooove her. Plus she's very good in bed... like... extremely good. Especially when she does that thing with he-"

 You stopped Derek's drunk babbling by placing a hand over his mouth, making him look up at you confused as ever. "Derek, honey..." That caught his attention and stopped his babbling completely, as you crouched down to be on eye level with him.

 "I am your wife. You're married to me." You flashed him your wedding ring, making him gasp in surprise and delight. "You are?! That's so cool! I have a very beautiful wife." He smiled sheepishly, now letting you drag him to the shower.

 "You tell her daily, honey." You chuckled, stripping him free of his clothes.

 He smiled as the warm water started hitting his skin, but his smile only got wider when you took your shirt off and stepped in the shower as well.

 In your defense, it was a very good shirt that Derek got you and you were not going to ruin it.

 "Hi." He smiled sheepishly at you, letting you wash his back. "Hi honey." You smiled back at him, kissing his cheek quickly before getting back to work.

 Once dry and in pyjamas, you got Derek under the covers and then slipping in bed next to him. Just as you thought he hadn't made a move on you yet, the man hovered over you, pressing sloppy kisses around your neck.

 "Derek, not now, my love." You said with a small smile, enjoying the feeling.

 "Whyyy?" He whined like a child, continuing his trail of kisses on your neck and jaw. "Because you're not thinking straight. You're drunk." You stated, trying to get him to stop, making him whine like a child again.

 "Please? Come on, I missed youuuu." He slurred again, kissing your face, "Tell you what; if you feel that same way tomorrow morning, then we'll do it." You tried to make a deal with him, knowing he'd be way too hungover to do anything.

 And he won't remember a thing.

 "Fiiine." He slumped next to you, placing his head on your chest as he breathed in your perfume. Before either of you knew it he was dead asleep and honestly so were you.

 When the morning rolled around and Derek woke up, of course he had a pounding headache. You had woken up way before him and that gave you the opportunity to make him breakfast. Derek walked in the kitchen in a search for you and a very confused look on his face that was washed away by pure relief when he found you.

 His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder as he kissed the side of your neck softly, "Hi." He mumbled, his voice hoarse and raspy from sleep and pain mixed together.

 "Good morning. Recognise me today?" You teased him, turning around in his arms, meeting his confused face. "I tried to get you to dress and shower yesterday but you kept telling me you're married." You reminded him making him groan and rest his forehead on your shoulder.

 "Jesus Christ, how much did I drink?" He groaned, his face now burried between your neck and shoulder.

 "A lot, honey." You chuckled.

 He gathered all the strength he had and lifted you to the counter, making you yelp in surprise. He connected his lips to yours as you smiled, cupping his face in your hands. "You know what would help with my headache?" He mumbled between kisses, making you laugh.

 "Don't laugh, sweetheart. Plus, you did make a deal with me last night."

 To your surprise, he did remember. "You remember that?" You asked in pure surprise, as his kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline, as he hummed in agreement, "Of course I do." He mumbled.

 "Don't want to break the deal now do you?" He asked with a smirk as his face rose from your neck. "The food will get cold." You pouted in a teasing manner, to which he responded with a chuckle.

 "I'll make us something else." He muttered before hoisting you up and walking back to your bedroom.

#criminal minds #derek morgan #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x reader #criminal minds x you #💗

[snowvies]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜.𝐝

cedric diggory x fem!reader

"my white dress is getting wet, and your lips taste like vanilla..."

.

the heat was ruining you all summer.

bright rays the sun sent out through the window of the diggorys home blinding you as you slip your white summer dress on

the heat didn't even creep up on you as sweat stayed put on your pores and your face gave a sheen

as you made your way downstairs and heard pots and pans shifting, remembering the fact that you were going over to the Weasleys for lunch, making your way to the kitchen you saw Mrs.Diggory taking that opportunity as she washed the dishes

you leaned your head against the doorway and closed your eyes and let the cold fan run over you, just for a colder hand to be placed on your shoulder.

you melted into it as your eyes dizzily opened to see Cedric. he grinned, leaning down to kiss you as his mom scolded him

"help me out with these dishes, Ced." she sighed, wiping her hands on a rag as Cedric moved towards the sink without hesitation

"So.." you start,

"Do the Weasleys have a pool by any chance?" you question, slightly begging for a yes, jumping into cold water sounds like a dream right now.

you got a sympathetic smile from Cedrics' mother as she shook her head

"afraid not, but there's a lake close to their home...sure that's about as hot as the air though."

you almost winced at her answer, closing your eyes again as the sticky heat molded to your body

"Is it..." you heard Cedrics voice question, your eyes shot open and saw his squinting in front of the kitchen window above the sink

"raining?"

you gasped, running over to him as you poked your head to see for yourself. blue sky foggy and the grass lush as rain sprinkled everywhere, you let a surprised laugh escape your lips and rushed outside with Cedrics' hand in yours

you giggled when the warm rain met your skin, the humidity dying down as the thin rain coated you and the sky was no longer golden but a deep blue

you ran in the slippery rain as it relished in the drink just as much as you did, you turned to pull Cedric closer as the grin never left both of your lips

you moved to lock your lips together as the taste of vanilla flooded your tongue, your fingers slid easily on his hair to bring him closer as the summer blessed you with rain.

an: the heat has been killing me! making this for my imaginary relief!

#cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fluff #harry potter series #hp fanfcition #harry potter fandom

[holybibly]

Object of Desire | OT8 |

Pairing: otx8 x reader

Genre: sugar daddy au, dark romance, smut, vampire au,

Word Count: 9.2 k

Summary: Caught in a web of deceit and forbidden pleasures, Nabi quickly learns that some obsessions can be deadly and love can bite.

WARNING: only!18+ Blood drinking, blood kink, obsessive behavior, voice kink, daddy kink, master/pet game, pet names, explicit sexual content, explicit language, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, seduction, BDSM, polyamory, mirror sex, marking, voyeurism, power play, and more.

Disclaimer: I do not support themes of violence, obsession, possessiveness, or emotional or psychological manipulation. This book is intended for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I honestly didn't expect so much interest in this story and I'm so happy to see these cute 'hearts' popping up in my notifications all the time. I'm an emotional mess. And so, even though I know I should be concentrating on "The Divine Rosa", there are too many other ideas in my head that I can't (won't) ignore, so here we go. "Object of Desire" will be different in style, so I hope you'll love it as much as my main work "The Divine Rosa". A promised bonus for everyone who voted for Seonghwa in the poll will be released this weekend. I'll try to release Woosan next week, the preview will be out this weekend. Comments are welcome, I really appreciate your reactions. If you'd like to be added to the tag list for this or future updates, let me know in the comments. Divider @saradika

Part 1. Do you want to make a deal with the Devil?

Now going out of town in the middle of the night with Yeonjun seemed like a bad idea.

A very bad one, I thought.

God, what was I thinking when I agreed to do this? Yesterday, this whole venture seemed like a great way to solve my problems, but now the prospect was not so rosy.

Sometimes I feel like a complete idiot, and this is one of those times.

Outside the window the dark landscape was sweeping by at high speed; the bare trees were shrouded in an ominous gloom, and only the dim light of the tall street lamps over the road was the only source of illumination to guide us in the darkness.

It seemed that the darkness around us did not stop Yeonjun from driving. His posture was relaxed and his hand was sure as he turned the wheel in the right direction, the diamond bracelet on his thin wrist sparkling with starlight. One of the many family jewels that Yeonjun treated with special affection.

In contrast to him, I couldn't relax and kept fidgeting on the leather seat made of black Iberian leather, no less.

Every part of my body was begging me to stop and come home before it was too late.  Not so, I had imagined that we were going to an elite club. I knew that we would be there late at night, but the fact that the club was way out of town came as an unpleasant surprise.

At the moment it's an hour's drive from Seoul and more than an hour and a half to the destination on the GPS.

The whole thing was strange and made me dizzy, or was it the thick smell of Yeonjun's perfume? It was a dense, smoky scent with a hint of vanilla. Powerful enough to draw the eyes of everyone around to its source, and sexy enough to make you want to kiss the naked skin of the wearer of this tantalising scent.

It would be several days before I was able to wash off the remnants of his perfume after our meeting, so much of it had eaten its way into my skin.

I glanced at Yeonjun; a stray yellowish-white light from the lantern momentarily illuminated his face, and a shadow of long velvet eyelashes fell on his pale cheeks. His black raven hair was streaked with flashes of platinum and gold. He looked otherworldly - I would even say demonic.

I felt a palpable shiver run through my body, as if someone had just dipped my heart into a bucket of icy water.

"Jun." My voice was terribly uncertain. "I don't think I can do this." I said as my fingers pulled down the hem of a short dress. The expensive material looked luxurious in a perfect shade of white and was decorated with a sprinkling of crystals. Yeonjun insisted that I wear it tonight and said that I would be grateful for it as soon as we got to the club. I don't think I'd ever choose something like that for myself, and not just because of its crazy cost; Jun's fashion preferences were so different from mine. He was a fan of overt sexuality and bold lines; I, on the other hand, preferred neutrals and comfort. "I have changed my mind; this proposal does not suit me at all. Maybe we can go back..."

Yeonjun smiled softly as he turned to me, but in the darkness of the drawing room the smile was more ominous than reassuring, his lips the most breathtaking shade of red I had ever seen.

Warning bells began to ring in my head. There are times when you can sense danger even before you are faced with it.

"Nabi, my dear, there is nothing for you to be worried about. We have already discussed this. Remember?" His hand was cold as he laid it on my knee. "I will take care of everything. You're my guest tonight, which means you're under my protection." The long fingers shrank a little, a kind of confirmation of his words. His fingernails were painted glossy black, and his fingers were adorned with several silver rings.

I would like to believe that nothing is going to happen to me, but my insides are tied up in a tight knot of fear.

Miss Kim Seoyun's words echoed in my head like thunder: "Humble yourself and surrender to destiny; you are where you are supposed to be.

When did I start believing all this? This is no time to panic, Nabi.

Everything will be fine.

To be honest, Yeonjun was never my first choice when I needed help, and I always tried to keep a certain distance from him for a number of reasons. There was something so predatory about him, almost animalistic, that lit up the red lights of danger, but I was desperate; student loans, rent, insurance and food were starting to pile up. I was in desperate need of money, and preferably a lot of it, fast.

The threat of being left out on the streets and being thrown out of university has never been as real as it is now.

The only thing that gave me the slightest bit of confidence was Jimin's assurance that I could trust Yeonjun completely and how carefree he was.

Damn, Jun looked like we were going on a spontaneous romantic trip instead of a closed elite club outside the city in the middle of the night.

I asked myself again, "Why did I agree to this?" Oh yes, money. A lot of money.

A few days ago, Yeonjun contacted me and offered to help me with my money problem. Of course, Park Jimin couldn't keep his big mouth shut and told him about my problems. He told me that one of his friends at the private club had a good deal for me. I could make a lot of money out of it.

The income was enough to pay off all my debts and the number of zeros on offer was enough to turn my head.

It was an unequivocal and desperate "YES" and at that moment I did not think at all about the consequences or the characteristics of this proposal.

Jun also promised me a lot of fun but after I signed the NDA and read the multi-page contract with its veiled meaning and rather vague wording of some specific points, doubts blossomed in my chest, and I began to understand what kind of fun was being discussed.

Looks like I made a deal with the Devil.

The dress was delivered on the eve of our trip, a few hours before Yeonjun's chic Ferrari pulled up outside my dorm room. The all-white gown, richly embroidered with blue topaz and opal, was incredible. The plunging neckline of the corsage barely covered the lace bralet of the same colour as the dress.

I have never seen my breasts look so full and so soft. I would even call it seductive. Everything I moved had to be clean and graceful; if I moved too sharply, the soft pink halos of my nipples would start to show. This was beyond the limits of my modesty. At one point, I could even feel Yeonjun's searing gaze resting on my cleavage. It was a carnal look with a shadow of hidden lust in the depths of the dark, shining pupils. It was the first time in the several years of our dubiously friendly communication that he had shown such a desire for me.

The dress and underwear came with four-inch heels. Of course, if my life had been in danger and I had tried to escape, there would have been no chance of success. Incidentally, I'm a terrible runner; I bet I couldn't have run more than ten meters before I collapsed with breathlessness. I should have gone to the gym when Jimin offered it to me.

Oh my God, Nabi, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Jun's silky voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"You have such a tense look on your face, my darling." He purred. "We'll be there soon, Nabi. Try to relax; you're going to love "Crescent", I'm sure."

Why did it have such a sinister ring to it? "Crescent" - the name was sweet enough, I would say poetic, but the way Yeonjun rolled the word over his tongue as if he could feel its taste - thick and viscous - made the name something forbidden and sinful. Well, the idea of the cult was not so absurd to me. And that stupid prophecy never left my mind.

"You're where you should be..."

In the reflection of the small mirror in the car, I met my gaze. My pupils were dilated like those of a hunted prey. And though I tried to calm down, I could feel the cold, predatory touch of Yeonjun's hand all too well. Baby, it looks like you're going to get caught.

I ask myself again. Why did I find myself in this situation?

Dressed in the most luxurious designer clothes, like a real doll. Ready to become an exclusive blood donor for a very wealthy private community whose clients needed this kind of service, accompanied by one of Seoul's wealthiest heirs.

Now I can say: "Hey, Nabi, you really screwed up."

❤︎❤︎❤︎

A few days before the visit to "Crescent"

I looked again at the envelope lying on my bed. It had been delivered early in the morning, when the whole city was in a half-awake haze and the streets were not yet filled with coffee and fresh pastries from charming little cafes. The envelope was just left on the door, as if it were something unwanted, without bothering to deliver it to the to the addressee.

Why do we even pay for a delivery service?

He's been there for a couple of hours with the overdue bills and some flyers. I found him on my way to get a life-saving coffee, which had to be postponed due to the unexpected arrival of this mysterious object.

And that didn't make me feel any happier at all.

The thick, dark purple paper looked regal and too expensive to be mediocre; usually such envelopes contained bad news or invitations to a private bohemian reception, but it was too fancy for the former and impossible for the latter. Poor students can't get into high society unless they spread their legs in front of someone's wrinkled dick. And I wasn't inclined to do that.

I took the envelope back to my room and put it on the bed. It looked impossibly ridiculous—I would even say vulgar—surrounded by fluffy pink pillows and a variety of stuffed animals—a small army, as Jimin liked to put it. The envelope was a perfect match for its sender—luxurious, vulgar, and obscenely expensive—the very embodiment of Yeonjun's tastes. Judging by the ten missed phone calls and a whole bunch of messages, Jun wanted to make sure that the envelope had been delivered. He even linked it to Jimin, which almost offended me.

I still remember how, on a stupid whim, I had to dye his hair pink in the middle of the night while his sweet, high-pitched voice babbled something like, "Make me look like the Sugar Plum Fairy." After that, you swore to be absolutely loyal to me, Jimin.

All men do is lie.

I didn't have the strength to play in peepers with purple paper. It was giving me a headache. I also had to give an answer to one of the culprits in this situation; otherwise, the scale of the drama would reach the dimensions of the universe.

Come on, Nabi. It's just an envelope. It won't bite you.

After I had settled down comfortably on the bed, I decided to begin to reply to Yeonjun's message.

"I've received the envelope with the documents you told me about, Jun. I'm so grateful for your help." Okay, that was nice, maybe. Or at least I wanted it to be that way. I'm definitely not going to text him to say that I've been deliberately ignoring his texts and calls. Anyway, we had a pretty interesting relationship with Yeonjun. They were never very sweet. The second one was for Jimin, and as my fingers were hovering over the letters with the first apologies, the phone started to vibrate.

Our photo with Jimin flashed on the screen. We were on a trip to Pusan, his hometown. The golden beach in the purple sunset, smiling Chim and Taehyung—his gorgeous boyfriend-and me with a grimace, burnt shoulders and one shoe in hand, the other lost in an unequal battle with tidal waves. When you look at this photo, you can immediately say that it is summer, my least favourite season. I don't even know why it was necessary for them to drag me along on this trip. Most of the time I was on my own. While Chimin tried to lick Te's tonsils or fought off the frat boys who thought buying a sugary-sweet cocktail would magically open my legs. So that was how two weeks of my "fun" summer holiday went by.

And here we are again, back to the lie. Let's go; it'll be fun, they said.

How this photo ended up on Jimin's contact screen is still a mystery to me. But that's not the point now. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone:

"Hi baby."

"Oh! Did you really answer my call instead of ignoring it as usual? How can you treat me like this? I am your soul mate. The only light in your dark world; you don't love me at all?" There was the sound of a fake sob on the other side of the phone. "I've never been ignoring you, Chim." I didn't get to finish because I was interrupted.

"I've called you a lot—eighteen times to be exact. And you, my dear butterfly, haven't answered a single call. You're making me nervous, Nabi, and that's making Taehyung nervous."

"If you'd let me finish, then you'd know how much I love you and how impossible it is to ignore you." He couldn't see my smile. But I'm sure he could feel it in my words. "You are the only light in my boring life; will you forgive me? And please apologise to Tae. I know my sunlight can be quite unbearable sometimes. So why did you call me?"

"First of all, I wanted to know if you'd received an envelope from Yeonjun; you don't answer when he calls, so he called me. More importantly, have you opened it, Nabi?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested as he spoke.

"Yes, Chim, I got the envelope." I ran my fingers over the dark purple paper in a thoughtful manner. "And no, I didn't open it yet. I'm not sure I even wanna. Is this a good idea, Jimin? All of it?"

"You're being too dramatic, in my opinion. Jun wants to help you. All you have to do, my beautiful butterfly, is relax and accept his help. Sometimes sweet little girls like you just need someone who can solve all of their problems for them." Jimin told me in a patronizing way. In a way, I had to agree with him, but hey! I'm not a damsel in distress or a sugar baby; even though I was in trouble, it wasn't as bad as it looked. Jimin's a bit of an exaggerator. "It's not that hard. You go to the club with Yeonjun, have fun, and in the morning you have a few thousand dollars in your account. How does that sound for you?" Park Jimin had a very annoying way of being right all the time. It really wasn't that hard to accept Yeonjun's offer, earn enough to pay off your debts, and take a little time out of the eternal race for money. In the end, I have to think about myself sometimes.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and try to relax. One last question, though: Are you trusting Yeonjun?" And this question made me feel much more uncomfortable than the secret clubs, the elite society, and the complete financial crisis.

"Absolutely." Now his voice sounded confident and serious. "Nabi, Yeonjun and I have been friends for years. I'm sure you'll be safe around him. Jun wants the best for you, and so do I, and if you'll let us, we'll give it to you. You do know that you can ask me for anything, right?" The warmth and care that I could hear in every single word that he said to me warmed my heart. "I am not going to ask you for money."

"You're a stubborn, willful, and terribly categorical bitch, and now I can understand why you haven't had sex for so long. Can't you just let me and Tae look after you? Say the word, and you'll have the whole world to yourself. Sometimes I honestly don't understand how I can love you with such intensity. Given your utter inability to take advantage of opportunities. We're the best package deal ever. Do you know that? Where else are you going to find such a good dick and a black card as a bonus?" He asked.

"Jesus, Jimin! You can stop this. We're not fucking, is that clear? And I'm not going to take your money, even if you try to put your credit card in my hand every time. I can handle this on my own. "I shouted in a huff.

"OK, don't be uptight." He was such a bitch sometimes. He really enjoyed irritating me. "But I'm right. Aren't I? It's been a long time since you've been scolded. Go on, say I'm right. Come on, Nabi, tell me everything. Are you playing with yourself, dirty girl, or do you need to be taught a lesson? I want details."

There were times when I couldn't understand why God was punishing me in this way, but I guess it was the reckoning for the sins of my ancestors that could come in the form of the pink-headed Park Jimin.

"I hate you. I wasn't serious.

"I know." Chimin said cheekily. "By the way, to calm your nerves a bit, I'll tell you. I personally know some members of the club you and Yeonjun are going to. They are Taehyung's friends, so have no fear. But the best thing about these clubs are the men. Nabi, there are men there who make me believe in the existence of Greek gods and fallen angels." Jimin said it dreamily. "God, I would show them how flexible I can be if I didn't go out with Tae."

"All right, stop with that. I get it." I wasn't in the mood to listen to the dirty fantasies of my best friend right now. Especially when you consider the fact that he was absolutely right about my sexual life. I'd been single for a long time.

"Okay, nun, I won't corrupt you; otherwise, you'll have a desire for sex."

"Park Jimin!" I squealed.

Jimin just laughed out loud on the other side of the phone.

"I won't do it again. I promise." Actually, I didn't call you in the first place because of Yeonjun or your arrangement, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere with me.

"Where exactly do you have it in mind?"

"Do you have any idea about Paradigm?" "That fancy spiritualist boutique on Instagram everyone's talking about? I've had a bit of a hearing about it." Why would Jimin want to go to Paradigm? It was a place that was just as private and secret as the one that I had to go to with Yeonjun. "I have to pick up some packages for Taehyung; you know he's obsessed with all kinds of mystical stuff, and this damn boutique only gives out packages—no deliveries—can you imagine that? It feels like the Holy Grail, not a silly amulet."

"As defined by your style with Tae, it sounds terribly stilted and expensive. Sure, I'll go. Give me an hour or so; I need some time to pack."

"Fine, I'll pick you up. Wait for me, my love."

"Please, just pick something a little more simple than your Porsche.

"I love my Porsche; what's wrong with my car?"

"It's too much attention. Last time, everyone at the university talked about it for a whole week. There were even questions about whether you were my sugar daddy or not.

"I definitely love it. It is the universe's way of telling you that there is no need for resistance. I am going to take care of you, my little butterfly. And I am definitely going to come and pick you up in a Porsche. See you in one hour, baby."

"Jimin, just not in a Porsche!" I shouted, but it was too late; I only heard beeping.

As always, it was Park Jimin who had the last word.

I was happy to be able to postpone opening the purple envelope for a while because of this unexpected trip. Even though an occult boutique or something like that wasn't the best prospect.

Anyway, it's time to pack.

Jimin has a strict rule. He's never late.

Exactly one hour later, Jimin's Porsche picked me up from the dorm, and to all my indignation, the only response he gave was a mocking giggle.

There was good traffic on the roads. After twenty minutes, we stopped at the glass door with the silver star engraving. The exquisite sign above the door read as follows: Paradigm is a boutique of spiritualism." The phases of the moon, from New Moon to Descending Moon, were written on the board below the sign.

"Let's go, Nabi. Pick up the package, and I'll take you home. I know you still need to get Yeonjun registered." Chim wrapped his hands around my forearm and literally dragged me into the boutique as we entered.

As we walked in, the bells above the door began to ring, but the sound was not familiar to me; it looked more like glass than metal. When I looked up, I understood the reason for the sound. There were crystal bells hanging above the door, with long strings of pearls and little silver crescents. It was a very beautiful sight. While I had my eyes on the bells, Jimin was already in conversation with the girl behind the counter. She was tall, with a cascade of long, golden hair. Her features were large and expressive. The girl looked more like a model than a soothsayer or spiritualist, although in the age of Instagram, maybe that's what modern wizards and witches should look like.

I couldn't hear the whole of the conversation, just bits and pieces of it: "It's a parcel for Kim Taehyung. "Yes, it concerns the Kim family." "Please deliver it as soon as possible."

While they were talking, I thought I'd take a look around the shop.

The common room was not large; the shape of the room was round, probably because of some mystical meaning. The walls were covered with velvet curtains, behind which a number of doors were concealed. On metal shelves were various objects: crystal balls, shards of precious stones, heavy tomes on voodoo and fortune-telling, ancient talismans in forged frames, hare legs—a symbol of good luck—and other magical items. There was something macabre about this place—a thick, dense air in which the scent of frankincense and myrtle was vivid—and the heavy, lingering presence of something otherworldly, like a ghostly footprint—a very evil footprint. In all other respects, it was the same luxurious, new-fangled boutique for the chosen rich or the mystical amateur.

My attention was drawn to a crown. It lay on a velvet cushion on one of the many shelves. There were nine black diamonds at the center of the crown. They were surrounded by rubies, so deep in scarlet that they cast a black glow, and pearls to match. The lines of the metal were twisted. They were like snakes wrapped around jewels. The cut of the diamonds was not typical; it was something extremely rare for this kind of gemstone—the Empress.

I was drawn to this crown as if it were a magnet. This feeling of inescapable attraction that you can't resist—I have a feeling like this crown has always belonged to me. Now we are finally reunited. I reached out to touch it, to feel the coolness of the dark, glittering diamonds under my fingers, and I almost did when someone's hand fell on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't touch that, dear."

I gave a frightened jerk, either at the touch of someone else or at the low voice that had come so close to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just attracted to this crown, and I..." I had no idea how to explain the fact that I'd literally had a call from a piece of metal. Even for a place like this, it might have sounded crazy.

As I turned, I saw a woman in her 40s. Like the girl at the counter, she was more like a modern socialite on Instagram than an occult shop worker.

"All right, darling, the important thing is that you stopped it in time. This thing has a bad reputation; every one of its owners has ended up committing suicide. Anyway, my name is Kim Seoyun, owner of Paradigm. What brings you here today?"

"I'm here with a friend who needs to pick up a package for his boyfriend."

"A young man with pink hair, right? He's in the office with JaYoung; they're in charge of the registration," Seoyun said.

Even the names of the two were breathtakingly beautiful and meaningful. Sometimes the universe invests more in some than others. Seoyun frowned for a moment, as if she had read my thoughts. Then her face cleared, and she smiled softly.

"You're a beautiful girl, Nabi."

"Thank you." I sounded terribly stupid; sometimes I act like a complete fool, but I couldn't think of a more witty response. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. Until it was broken by SeoYun, who asked me a question.

"Do you want me to tell you what your fate is going to be like? My clients are of the opinion that I'm very precise in my predictions."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." I waved away. "I don't really have a lot of faith in destiny and omens."

"You don't believe in destiny?" She arched her eyebrow in a skeptical manner. "Or don't you want to believe in it?"

"I'm a realist; I can't imagine believing in a destiny and hoping for some mystical higher power to intervene."

"Hmm, this is quite interesting. Come on, let's play," she said, picking up a Taro deck and opening it like a fan. She handed it to me. "You choose five cards; two of them are about love, two of them are about the future, and the last card is about the inevitable destiny, something that's been foretold since your birth."

I won't lie, I was so curious, even though I had no faith in the cards in my hand. My hand reached out for a pack of cards, my fingers hovering over the smooth, flickering surface as if I were trying to feel the ones I needed.

Fatum—the word had a scary ring to it.

AfterI had quickly decided on the four cards, I solemnly drew the last card and handed it over to Miss Kim.

Seoyun took the cards from me with a knowing smile. She began to turn them over one by one and started to explain what each meant.

"You are going to love like it is hard to imagine." She said. Feelings carried threatening limits. Crazy, wild, and burning love—this is a card that comes up very rarely, but it has a very strong meaning. It is the Queen of Cups. For someone who really loves you, you are going to be a true queen, a goddess; everything will be done for you; everything you want will be fulfilled; but if you get too caught up in this feeling, you will be too easily controlled. As strong as this love is, so strong is the destructiveness of it. You should be more careful with it.

The next card was turned over by Seoyun.

"The star is a bright omen for you. You have a choice in front of you that will change everything. Follow the star, and it will show you the path, but remember, no star shines without darkness. This is a map that will lead you to where you need to be. In search of that guiding star, it looks like I'm going to have to look up in the sky some more. Perhaps I should also follow the spiders in order to find the Chamber of Secrets as well.

I treated them with absolute skepticism.

"Death: everything has a cycle, and when death appears, it means you're nearing the end of one. The appearance of death is the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. It may have something to do with the love that awaits you. Your loneliness is about to end."

"The Five Cups is a situation in which you are stuck and can't move forward. This card is about your problems and the need for change in your life. This is the same kind of magical kick that is followed by heavy and dramatic events. The Fives indicate that this is only the second act of the great play; there is still much to come, but the finale promises to be happy if you accept your destiny. Otherwise, it can always end in tragedy. This card tells you: Accept yourself and surrender."

I didn't have a bit of faith in her words. If Jimin or Lia had been in my place, they would have been on a shopping spree for amulets and shamans; their belief in the afterlife was absurdly high.

Before I turned the last card, Seoyun took my hand. She looked me in the eyes seriously and asked:

"Are you sure that you want to know what fate has meant for you, because sometimes it's hard to deal with it?"

"Yes, I do. I'd like to hear it." Isn't that the whole point of a fortune telling?

It's just a deck of cards and some vague words from a pseudo fortune-teller. What could possibly go wrong?

When Miss Kim turned over the last card, her face went pale, and she let the palm of her hand slip out of hers as if it had been burned.

"Go away." sounded like undisguised horror in Seoyun's voice. "Leave immediately. JaYoung, accompany her to the exit, now." She turned away from me, clutching the card in her hand.

I never had a chance to have a look at what was on it.

"What is going on? Why are you kickin' us outta here? What did you see on that card? "In complete disregard for my questions, Miss Kim hurried to the office door, hiding behind the curtains.

Just then, JaYoung and Jimin came out of the other room with a small black box tied with a gold ribbon. It must have been a parcel for Taehyung to take.

"Nabi, are you all right?" Jimin asked me in a worried tone.

No, it wasn't all right; the lady looked at me as if I were one of the bad omens of the biblical coming.

What was it about this card that was able to frighten her to such an extent?

"JaYoung, take her to the exit and close the boutique; we will not be working any more today."

I grabbed the woman's hand before she could turn the doorknob and disappear into the darkness of the room.

"What's the meaning of the last card? Tell me; I'm not going to leave here until you tell me."

"Death is closer to you than you think. It's already on its way to you." Her whole body began to shivered as if it were cold, but the shop was warm. I would say stuffy.

"Who's comin'? What are you talkin' about?" I insisted on it.

Seoyun suddenly turned to me and pushed a crumpled tarot card into my hand. There was There was madness in her dark eyes, and her pupils were so dilated that they were almost the thick green of her iris.

"The Devil."

After that, she practically pushed me to the exit, where I met a worried and confused Jimin. We came out of the boutique, and the door behind us clicked in a characteristic way.

This was not how I had imagined a trip to Paradigm.

"What the hell just happened?"

"You'll believe me when I say I have no idea." Jimin and I looked at each other.

"Next time Taehyung will pick up his stupid packages themselves, I will not go to places like that again. Nabi, I saw someone's canned heart in a jar and bat carcasses. Did you know they have such tiny, sharp teeth? I could swear that I've never seen anything so disgusting in all my life." He said.

"No more occult boutiques, I totally agree with you. Let's go home, I still have to send the paperwork over to Jun."

"I must have something to drink first, and the stronger the better. Let's go to 'Salvatore' and then go home."

I took one last look at the sign, which was now shimmering faintly in the setting sun. I crumpled the card into a small ball and threw it in the rubbish bin next to me.

The Devil, of course. I'm not going to believe the words of this crazy fortune teller. Maybe I should scatter the salt at the entrance, or then he will suddenly knock on my door.

Two hours later, after a big margarita for two and a few glasses of red wine, Jimin took me home, and I was in the same position as before the whole stupid trip to Paradigm.

Sitting on my bed, hypnotised by a dark purple envelope with documents from Yeonjun. There was no point in putting it off any longer.

Instead of pulling a millimeter at a time, I need to learn how to rip off a plaster in one move. Maybe deep down I'm a masochist if I prefer this method, but right now I don't have the time to sort out my hidden sexual desires.

I picked up the envelope; it was surprisingly heavy and pleasantly soft to the touch. The paper had a pleasant odor of powder and velvet, a reminder of the Victorian era in England. Unrequited love letters must have smelled like that.

The envelope was sealed by a wax seal with a monogram cast in an antique shade of gold. When I opened it, the thin wax cracked under my fingers, leaving a glistening particle on them. Inside were a number of documents tied together: a non-disclosure agreement, a handwritten note, and a velour jewellery bag bound with silk ribbons and embroidered with opals and sapphires. I'm sure this little thing was worth twice what I'd been paid in six months, and what lay inside cost much more.

My first choice was a piece of paper. Yeonjun had always written in an incredibly beautiful way - calligraphed, like a fountain pen, with little curls at the end of the letters.

"My lovely Nabi, I look forward to seeing you this Saturday. I am so glad that you have agreed to take me up on my offer. A treasure like you deserves the best in the world, and I'm overjoyed to give it to you. In case you change your mind and decide to back out of your contract with ”Crescent,” I will be the one to pay all of your bills and your tuition fees in the future. We have already discussed this with Jimin. Despite your stubborn refusal to accept any financial help from us, I will do it anyway."

Sometimes I think that all of my friends have a sugar daddy complex; their desperate desire to pay for everything in my life is taken to the extreme. Of course, if you grew up with a "golden spoon" in your mouth, a few thousand dollars, it was absolutely nothing. But for me, it was an exorbitant burden, and yet I wanted to handle it myself.

As dubious as it sounds, I didn't want to say no.

"There's a confidentiality agreement in the envelope, and you need to sign it until tomorrow night. Your session is scheduled for Saturday night. We have to be at ”Crescent” by 23:00, after which Seulgi, the main administrator, will pick up a perfectly compatible client for you to donate blood. Before you meet her, I want to make sure that all the paperwork is in order. There are also two versions of the contract that you should have a look at.”

The ”Crescent” allows donors to choose whether they want to work with them for a year or for one night. Accordingly, there are two types of contracts: annual and one-off.

”I've picked out an outfit for you to wear when we go to ”Crescent”; it'll arrive on Friday with everything you need. You'll look gorgeous, and I'm sure you'll thank me afterwards. Personally, I think you could do with showing a little more of your skin and accentuating the sexy lines of your body. For my taste, you're too modest.”

I squeezed my eyes shut in annoyance. If my buttocks weren't pressed up against the skirt and my breasts weren't protruding, I'd certainly be too modest. The more skin on display, the better. Jun's preference was something I was well aware of. A nice outfit was to be forgotten, and if my underwear was even a little bit covered, I would consider myself lucky. I was sure there would be no thanks on my part.

"The club's owners give all new donors a thank-you gift. It's inside an envelope. Accept it with all sincerity, because you are giving them your life's resources, and this is the least they can do for you. It is also their request that you wear it on your arrival at the “Crescent.”

My dear Nabi, it will be a night you'll never forget. I can assure you of that.

All my love, Yeonjun. "

I was very excited about the prospect of Saturday night. There was a feeling that there was some hidden meaning in the whole situation that I was missing out on. My brain was sending me distress and danger signals, just like Yeonjun. Be careful. The storm is coming.

In any case, sometimes it is better to be at ease and just go with the flow. Like Jimin said, I should be less dramatic.

I signed the NDA contract right away. I'll definitely forget it if I don't do it now. Checking Yeonjun's words against the remaining documents in the envelope, there were two versions of the contract: a one-off and an annual one. I decided to save the gift from the owners of the 'Crescent' for the very end. My first choice was the one-off contract. There were fewer pages, and it was clearer and easier to read.

The first item on the contract was the NDA. There was a long explanation of why it was so important and necessary.

"All "Crescent" clients are people of high social status and position. Their privacy is of the utmost priority to us. Especially with regard to their "special" conditions and specific needs, we want to guarantee our clients complete privacy. Each donor undertakes to sign a confidentiality agreement prior to the first session. Otherwise, the contract between the donor and our client will not be concluded." Guests of the club, hereinafter referred to as "donors," are obliged to keep confidential all the information obtained during personal meetings as well as everything that happens during the blood transfusion, hereinafter referred to as "sessions."

Well, it sounded a bit strange, but I could understand why "Crescent" insisted on signing a contract of this kind. In today's world, it is difficult to keep things secret. And when you are dealing with powerful and wealthy people, it is even more difficult. Paparazzi lurk around every corner, and tabloids are ready to start a scandal with the slightest spark, especially in South Korea.

Who in their right mind would want to survive the criticism, the judgment, and the airing of dirty laundry?

The donor's responsibilities and the client's expectations were the next point in the contract.

In short, you become an exclusive blood donor for one or more clients of the club after signing the contract. This is what Yeonjun told me as well. This form of contract required a single "session."

They didn't give any details, just that the service was linked to a certain type of genetics in their clients and was urgently needed. They did not say how the transfusion process would take place.

"The donor agrees to give their blood and receives financial compensation from the club after a successful procedure. The whole process is strictly controlled by "Crescent" staff. They also act as intermediaries between the donor and the client. Their job is to carry out a compatibility test that will guarantee a better result in the transfusion."

Point three is called "testing for compatibility."

Each donor was tested for compatibility before the "session," and the club administrators—as I learned from Yeonjun's note, my administrator's name is Seulgi—took a blood sample and compared it with the most suitable partner or partners. It was not only the blood that was important, but the members of the club also had a long list of preferences and wishes that the donor had to match. Looks were not the least of these. Height, weight, hair colour, body type, nationality, and age—the list seemed endless. There was even a clause about the type of voice and the food preferences of the donor. Let's just say: "Crescent" customers were very spoiled and had a personal view of the blood donation process. Partner - It sounded a little too intimate to me for this kind of situation, and it clearly had a double meaning.

The most pleasant of all—financial compensation—was point number four.

"For voluntarily donating their life resources, all donors receive financial compensation from "Crescent," ranging from $1,000 to $3,000. The amount paid varies according to the amount of blood donated and the status of the client with whom the donor was matched".

It was a fabulous amount of money. It was a very quick income, but it wasn't that easy. I felt it in my gut. The work was flawless; there was just no such thing.

I've reached the last point in the contract - the completion of the agreement.

Here are the details of the beginning and end of the 'session', how the money was paid, how the donors returned home, and other details. The start of each 'session' was exactly midnight, but the donor had to be at the club two hours before for preparation. The 'session' ended at 8am the next day. In general, the whole process took up to eight hours. The transfusion took place in private rooms, the doors of which were locked from the beginning to the end of the "session." Inside the rooms, there was a "panic button" in case of unforeseen situations.

The transfusion process itself is only revealed on arrival at the "Crescent," as the paragraph indicates: "is not standard." The donors were taken home by the club staff at the end of the "session." If there was a request from the client for the donor to be taken home in person, there was no objection to this.

And that's all. The one-off contract was over. A few thousand dollars have been added to your bank account.

I won't lie, it sounded fabulous. But there was a lot that made me feel confused and want to know.

Some of the clauses in the contract left me scratching my head with their veiled meaning and ambiguous choice of words.

So I moved on to the second version of the contract - the one for the year.With lots of footnotes and sub-paragraphs, it was twice as long.

It had the same beginnings: the NDA agreement, the donation, and the compatibility test, but then everything changed dramatically.

Gone was the faceless "client." In its place came the "patron." Now it sounded as if there was a contract between the patron and the donor. In addition to this new word, there were also new points to be included in the contract.

Medical care, diet, sports with a private trainer, spa treatments, and even specific items such as painting, dancing, and music lessons. From the signing of the annual contract, which included renting accommodation, paying bills and school fees, giving gifts, traveling, and so on, the patrons were fully responsible for the welfare and comfort of their exclusive donor.

They promised to keep the donor happy and satisfied and to see to whatever needed to get done. It was now that the ambiguity of the word 'partner' began to make sense to me. In this contract, it was clearly stated that the business relationship could continue between the sheets.

"The sexual or romantic relationship between the donor and the patron is their personal affair and is welcome if both parties are interested in and attracted to each other. All intimate details, including details of the sexual act, remain strictly confidential between donor and client. A list of the sexual practices as well as the permissible kinks will be discussed in advance. The donor is entitled to determine the acceptable boundaries of sexual contact, its intensity, and the degree of emotional "subspace" involved. A stop word is chosen in advance, or the clients can always use the color system: green - yellow - red.

Donors have the right to appeal to the management of the club if, at any time, their rights have been violated and they have been subjected to emotional, physical, or sexual coercion. The owners of "Crescent" have an obligation to provide the donor with a safe place and appropriate specialists for the assessment of the donor's condition. The contract is suspended. Further details are awaited. The issue can be resolved peacefully. In the worst case, the contract will be terminated immediately, and the donor will be compensated for a period of five years." That was certainly not my expectation. I will have to ask Yeonjun if he has any knowledge of such cases, if they have happened, or if anyone has ever had an early termination of a contract.

In addition, it was stated that such a relationship was not obligatory and that if the donor did not want to have sexual relations with the patron, he could refuse, and the patron would have no insistence.

But I don't think many donors would refuse, considering that even Jimin, who is dating an absolutely perfect and insanely attractive man named Taehyung, talked about the beauty of “Crescent's“ clients. It's a very tempting offer, even though it sounds like a twisted version of sugar daddy with a bloody kink.

There have also been some changes to the point about the financial compensation. It is now a compulsory monthly allowance. Depending on the status of the patron, it could range from $30,000 to $90,000 a year. The more he or she could afford to pay, the higher the amount of the benefit. The money was divided into equal parts. It was paid over the duration of the contract. Always on the first Monday of the month.

I can't imagine that anyone would be willing to pay that kind of money for your blood. Obviously, for the members of the “Crescent“, this was an acute question, as the amount in the contract had several zeros.

One of the most important points in the contract was the exclusivity clause.

This was unacceptable for an annual contract, unlike a one-off contract, which allowed the donor to contract with different clients each time. To put it bluntly: Your blood belonged to the sponsor. In this respect, there were so many requirements and so many details written down that were important to the patron. In addition, the one-year contract was only available to donors who had knowledge of the club's clients or staff. Yeonjun was one of them. So I received two versions of the contract instead of one.

At the end, there was the same information about the terms and conditions of the 'meeting' and a few paragraphs about the expiry of the one-year contract.

Having read the contracts, I felt like we were in a strange combined version of 50 Shades of Gray and True Blood.

With a heavy sigh, I leaned back on the pillows, putting the papers to one side, and pressed my cheek against the fluffy, soft toy. It felt good against my skin, the soft purple velour. It was a weird variation on 'Princess of the Bumpy Space' from 'Adventure Time'. Minho had given it to me after another drunken debacle. How he came into possession of this toy is still a complete mystery to all of us.

I had a couple of thoughts about my options. On the one hand, I could make a one-off deal with them and then forget about what had happened the next morning. The amount they offered to compensate me would have been enough to make me feel good for a while, but certainly not enough to pay off all the debts and put some aside just in case.

On the other hand, there was a contract for one year with regular payments and various bonuses, but this also involved a mysterious and demanding patron. One year, and I can say goodbye to all the debts I owe. There was also the chance, without a boring, monotonous job in a bookshop, a tiny room in a student dormitory, or a permanent pit of debt, to see the world, enjoy art, and simply live and be happy.

All this was offered to me on a silver platter. But somehow I thought it was a deal with the devil rather than a blessing from an angel.

In that tempting sentence, there was too much 'but'.

All my thoughts had me on the verge of tears and screams at the same time.

I looked around my little room: dim, mousy grey painted walls; scattered notes and piles of textbooks on the table; picture frames; toys; piles of crumpled blankets on the floor; and a black Balmain velvet jacket that once belonged to Minho, but which he is absolutely certain makes me look better than him. In addition to my things, there were a few of Lia's dresses and Yeonjun's leather jacket, which he left me after one of our many meetings, in my wardrobe, which was tiny by Jimin and Minho's standards. The contrast between their clothes and mine was unbelievable - brand labels, monograms, and distinctive prints - all screaming about their high cost and inaccessibility. I could never have that kind of money, but I had the desire. I really wanted to have it.

This sense of accessibility was something I was curious about.

There was a thick twilight beyond the window. A scattering of purple light poured into the room, turning the whole room a mystical shade of purple. As it danced along the walls, the colour dripped down to the floor, making it look like dark purple water. You could see the first stars begin to appear in the rapidly darkening sky, their broken light sparking off a sapphire embroidered ribbon on a small jewellery bag. I had completely forgotten all about this so-called gift. The cobalt blue sapphires mirrored each other and looked like the eyes of a big cat. That's how I'd always imagined the eyes of a predator - shining in that mystical blue. I took the pouch in my hand and shook it lightly in an attempt to determine what was inside, but the contents did not make a sound.

The silk ribbon came undone with ease. I stared at the contents of the bag with unblinking eyes. Inside was a delicate ornament made of white gold. Thin lines were woven into a star shape. It was inlaid with sapphires and diamonds. It was mesmerizing to look at. Whoever made this necklace obviously put a great deal of love into it. The shape of the ornament itself was not standard; it was more like a guide star in the center of the compass.

I was reminded of what Miss Kim had said to me today as my fingers gently traced the pattern of the necklace.

"Follow the stars, and they will show you the way. A star is a bright omen."

Could it just be a coincidence that the piece of jewelry I was holding in my hand was nothing less than a guiding star?

Either way, I'll definitely be wearing it Saturday—not just because the owners asked me to, but because it is my wish. Perhaps this star will indeed show me the way, but one thing I was sure of was that it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I'd ever seen.

I thought I'd put the jewelry back in my bag and do some paperwork for Yeonjun. I've had enough mystical prophecies and rich patrons for one day, so I've left the contract selection for Saturday. I'm going to spend the evening resting and relaxing. I'll have a long, hot bath with butter and pink salt, which Jiminy brought me from Paris. I will read a book or listen to a meditation course and call upon my inner "I" to harmonise.

Meditation and soul-searching have become very popular with Lia lately. As a result, I have a whole bookshelf in my room that is dedicated to books of this kind and various CDs with meditation and breathing exercises. Last month, she even gave me a decorative fountain, which was supposed to be calming and relaxing but in fact made me feel more nervous and annoyed than soothed. I looked at the jewelry bag containing the necklace again after gathering all the documents.

"The star will show the way..."

And it's only now that I realise that I've never said my name, Miss Kim, and I don't know how she came to know it.

"You're a beautiful girl, Nabi."

For a moment, I thought that maybe her words weren't made up or lying, but rather a warning, but it was only for a second.

I decided not to give it much thought, shaking my head as if to drive the thought away. If it were a sign of my destiny, it'd be my meeting with her on Saturday. I looked out the window again. As if mocking me, the crescent moon shone brightly through the thick midnight clouds. One thing I was absolutely sure of: a visit to 'Сrescent' would change my life forever.

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Miyeon | Dacryphilia [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 20 (G)I-dle Miyeon x fem!reader words: ~800 genre: smut (dom!Miyeon, reader is handcuffed to the bed, begging, edging, implied orgasm denial, use of a vibrator (all reader receiving), dacryphilia) warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamics

“M-miyeon…” you whimper her name with no strength left in your voice as she ceases all movements once again and you whine in frustration when she pulls the toy she’s been using on you all the way out of you. You don’t know for how long she’s been edging you now, but what you do know is that it’s been too long, and you’ve hit your limits in every single way you can think of. Meanwhile you find your girlfriend smirking down at you as she’s kneeling above you and drinking up the sight of you sprawled out and fucked out in front of her.

“What do you want, my sweet girl?” she coos and then she leans in to get a better look at your face, cupping your cheek with one hand. You tear at the handcuffs she used to tie you to the bed in response, frustration bubbling up in your stomach once again, and the pain against your wrists where the metal hit you a little too hard only fuelling that feeling. “Is it getting too much?” Miyeon adds, concern reflecting in her gaze now.

“N-no…” you answer, letting yourself relax. “I mean-... I just wanna cum so bad…” You let the resignation take over you, willing to beg for her if that’s what it takes to finally give you what, at this point, you don’t just want, but need. 

“I’ve been playing with you a bit too much, haven’t I?” she says, thumb caressing your cheek. She leans in, and even a gentle kiss placed on top of your sternum makes you whimper now, from how overstimulated and desperate you are. Miyeon kisses her way up quickly, and as her lips are hovering above yours, you can feel her breath against your skin as she speaks,

“I’ll let you cum. But I wanna hear you beg for it first.” Before you can respond in any way, she presses her lips against yours, kissing you slowly but passionately. You feel her pushing the vibrator back inside you, turning on the first setting and you moan into her mouth, once again tearing at the handcuffs.

“P-please…” you whimper as soon as she breaks the kiss, sitting up on top of you and watching you. “Let me cum… need it so bad… p-please…!” Tears well up in your eyes as you speak and you’re slurring the words a bit from how exhausted you are, but you keep going nonetheless. “Miyeon… baby, please… please let me finish, please…” With tears now running down your face as your girlfriend thrusts the toy in and out of you and you can’t help but buck your hips along with it, she gasps at the sight in front of you. Reaching out her free hand, she wipes the tears away, then she lets her fingertips dance down your body.

“You were that desperate, hm?” she says. “I’ll give you what you want then.” She turns the toy’s setting up, and you throw your head back at the sensation. You know you won’t last for long at this rate, and so you keep whining at her to finally let you cum.

“So cute… you’re even crying because you can’t take it anymore…” you hear Miyeon mutter, watching you fondly as you continuously lose control underneath her. “Cum for me, baby… you’ve put up with more than enough to deserve it.” You cry out at her words, letting the pleasure overwhelm you fully, and mere seconds later you feel yourself clenching around the toy. Your orgasm shakes your whole body, mind washed empty as all you can do is whine with every wave of pleasure that’s about to sweep you away. You let the tears of relief run down your face as your girlfriend fucks you through your high, and when you eventually come down from it, you feel the exhaustion take over you.

Miyeon is quick to free you from the handcuffs, kissing your wrists thoroughly where she can see slight bruising, and then she presses her lips to your forehead.

“Do you need anything? Water?” she asks, and you weakly shake your head, attempting to reach out for her. She understands, and with a soft chuckle she wraps you into a safe embrace, caressing the skin on your arms. “You did so well for me, baby,” she praises you. “Did you enjoy yourself or did I go too far?” You shake your head, and when you look up at her face to find her smiling at you, you mumble,

“It was amazing…”

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[heartylunalys]

Helllo, can you write about elio and the reader where they meet one summer that she goes with her family to italy and everything is super romantic (she has her first time with him) thank uu

Wasted Days

elio perlman x black!female!reader

a/n: HIII I'm so happy to come back with a new fic, I love Elio so much and this ask, I couldn't wait to post it. I hope you're going to love it too! Don't hesitate to like, reblog and comment if you like it, you can even buy me a coffee!

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genre: fluff, smut

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warnings: smut !!self indulging lol, smoking and drinking

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It had  been 6  years since the last time you went to Italy. Your family had friends in a little village named Crema where you remember spending a lot of your time under the sun, the smell of summer lingering in your nose, the warm feeling on your skin and your head completely empty from all the worries that the sun seemed to wash away.

This summer your parents received a card from their friend, begging them to come to their house to spend some time with them, to catch up a little bit. So here you were, listening to the singing of birds while laying down on the bed, the only thing reminding you that you were still alive and awake was the sound of your hosts and your family.

“Y/n?” You heard their daughter say while she entered the spare room you were in and you only groaned in response, the only sound you were able to let out of your throat at this moment. “There’s this boy, my neighbor, all of us are going to his house to play volleyball, do you want to come?” She asked as she seated next to you on the bed, watching you attentively when you finally opened your eyes.

“It’s too hot to play volleyball,” you sighed and she laughed. The mark of deep reflection was on her face before she finally exclaimed.

“Well, he has a pool.” It was the only thing you needed to hear to stand up, ready to feel on your body the water warmed up by the sunlights.

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The playful exclamation and laughs of young adults could be heard clearly now that you were in the yard. You barely had time to see the volleyball field and the people playing before hearing the loud voice of your friend.

“Elio!” She exclaimed as she dragged you to the boy walking toward you. The boy awkwardly smiled while looking at you, seemingly shy to see a new person. “This is my family’s friends’ daughter, Y/n.” she gestured to you and you smiled, still feeling an awkward feeling in the air, “and Y/n, this is Elio, my neighbor.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n,” He simply said before shaking your hand, showing his good manners and you felt the softness of his skin against yours. He finally looked at your cousin then glanced at you, “Do you want to play?” He asked, his chin pointing to the field.

“I’m good, to be honest I came here for the pool.” You joyfully said and he laughed a little bit. 

“Sure, let me lead the way.”  He began to walk off to your destination and your friend simply pushed you toward him while smiling suggestively. 

“Is it your first time here?” He tried to do small talk. 

“Kind of, it’s my first time coming back here since six years”

The two of you were now in front of the little pool, you thanked him before removing your clothes revealing your bathsuit that Elio’s eyes couldn't help but stare at. The view of you entering the warm pool was almost dreamlike, even erotic, seeming like a nymph or a siren joining the water, creating a blinding shine on your body that invited him to join you. 

Feeling like a creep, Elio quickly distracted himself by looking around his yard like something could be more interesting than you. However, the sound of pleasure almost inaudible that escaped your lips was caught on by his ears and he looked at you.

“Can I join you?” he asked before even realizing his words.

“Sure” you smiled at him, now playing slightly with the water around you, comforting him in the idea of you as some sort of bewitching ocean creature.

When he entered the water you tried your best to not look at him but it was hard, he was handsome and you couldn’t deny it. Once he was fully installed in the water, a comfortable silence took place, and you wanted nothing more than to freeze the time at this moment. However, a mischievous smile took place on Elio’s face before he splashed water at you and your gasp made him laugh.

“Oh, it’s making you laugh, you want to play.” You exclaimed before splashing him in return, hearing the sweet melody of his laugh before he took your wrists in his hand to stop you. At this moment the two of you were still laughing before realizing the proximity, and what was before a laugh was now replaced by a sweet smile. You saw the red go to his cheeks and you were sure that with a different skin color you will be seen at this exact moment the same way as him: a hot red mess.

“You look pretty” you let out while looking at his soft emerald eyes.

“Y/n, we have to go home.” Your friend exclaimed as she trotted to the two of you. You didn’t even see time fly and it was already 6pm, time to go back home. 

“I hope you’ll come back, how long are you staying?” Elio asked you as he got off the pool and helped you exit it.

“2 months, I’ll come back.” 

“Are the lovers done?” Your friend amusedly asked before taking your hand to lead you to her house as you waved goodbye to Elio, seeing his eyes still on you everytime you turned back to see him one last time. 

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Two days passed and you found it too awkward to ask your friend to go see her pretty neighbor so you simply abstained yourself from going. It was late, all of you were in the living room, talking and laughing, your father telling the worst stories of his youth.

“I totally forgot to tell you but do you want to go to the piazzetta with my friends and I, it could be fun” your friend asked as she sat next to you, admiring your hair but refraining from touching it, knowing how much you hated it.

“I feel kind of tired you know” You sincerely said and she thought for a moment for the perfect argument to convince you. 

“But we will see Chiara try to find someone to hook up with and she uses some questionable techniques, you’ll see it’ll be fun.” She whisper-yelled, not wanting her parents to hear and you chuckled at the idea but still gave her a sorry look. She thought a little bit more before finally letting out a satisfied sound. “Elio will be here.” She giggled her eyebrows and you scoffed to hide your embarrassment.

“I don’t care about Elio” you said and from your tone it was simple to understand that you were,’t even convicted by your own words. 

“Come on,” she whined, “ If you come, I will not bother you about your little crush, if you don’t, be ready to hear about him all summer.” She tried to find a serious, threatening tone but she couldn’t really hide her smile.

“Okay, okay, let me get ready.” 

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The piazzetta was a fun place, people were dancing and drinking but everything was open-air which made it much better than clubs.

Your friend finally found the table of her friend and she was right, Elio was here too, smoking with a drink in his hand, the light of the dancefloor reflecting on his face. When everyone saw the two of you they excitedly screamed and your friend laughed before taking a chair for her and strategically placing yours besides Elio’s one. 

“I'm happy to see you.” He softly said and even with all the noise you managed to hear him as you sat down. You simply smiled, watching his plump lips as he smoked. Elio gently took the cigarette out of his mouth and offered it to you. Taking a drag, you admired his slight smirk when you gave it back to him.

“”I didn’t really want to go,” he began and you couldn't take your eyes off of him, “Still went because I hoped you'd come”. Elio was pretty similar to you in fact 

“You guys come dancing?” A friend of Elio asked as they were all standing up, some already running to the dance floor.

“I’ll come later.” The two of you were now alone, watching others dance, not really knowing what to say to the one another.

“Will you show me the city tomorrow?” You abruptly asked him. Elio’s eyes illuminated before he nodded with a timid smile.

For the rest of the night the two of you chain-smoked as you talked about everything and anything, you learned you liked the same book, disliked the same songs, you even learned that Elio was a piano prodigy (he didn't said it like that) but hated playing in front of people especially when his parents asked him to play for their guests. Suddenly Elio stood up and as you questioned yourself, he helped you stand up as well by taking your hand in his.

“Come with me.” You didn’t even have to ask him where, you followed him just to be alone with him.

The two of you walked a little bit, on the way Elio sang and made you waltz, which made you laugh, a sound that Elio found satisfying. Once you were in front of a lake, Elio began to take off his clothes, only keeping his underwear. Seeing that you seemed shy he smiled at you before, turning his back on you and entering the water.

“Fuck it’s cold,” The two of you laughed and he added “ You can undress and come, I’m not looking at you.” You thanked him and said as he just told you. However he quickly joined you, hearing your gasp at the temperature of the water that enveloped your body. “I got you don’t worry” He said as he tried his best to warm you by rubbing his palms on your arms. You looked at him and saw his eyes already on you. Without even thinking about it, feeling like it was the only right thing to do, the only thing that your mind and your body wanted, you rested your hand on his cheek before sweetly pressing your lips against his, anxiously waiting for him to follow the rhythm of your lips. He did, he kissed you tenderly, lovingly, his hands exploring your sides as you were now caressing his neck slightly pulling his hair. The cold water was long forgotten now as you felt a warm feeling in your chest, the moonlight reflecting the two of you perfectly in the water. 

Elio was the one who broke the kiss, looking at you, almost concerned, to be sure that you wanted this, that it wasn’t just a thoughtless action or some type of game to you. As he saw the look in your eyes he understood that you wanted this as much as him and he crashed his lips on yours, going for a more passionate kiss. You were digging your nails in his back, craving more than the sweet taste of his tongue, craving him entirely, wanting to be one with him. The realization of your affection stopped you and you stepped back a little bit, feeling overwhelmed. Elio saw it immediately, taking your hand in his before speaking to you.

“Is everything alright?” He concernedly asked, you nodded slightly.

“I think I should go home.” You said, not daring to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah of course, let me walk you back.” Elio helped you get out of the water, dressing you and himself up. The way to your friend's house was awkward, you felt the eyes of Elio on you, almost begging you to look at him, to tell him that everything was fine and that he did nothing wrong. 

Tonight, Elio spent it writing in his diary, thinking about you and asking himself what he did wrong.

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For days, you avoided Elio. Your stay passed so quickly, it was soon over, and you felt like leaving without seeing Elio was terrible. You managed to convince everyone that you were sick and that you couldn’t go out every time your friend tried to drag you outside.Obviously even if you seemed sick and sad, your friend quickly understood that this had something to do with Elio. He begged her to see you and finally she accepted, without telling you of course. 

“Y/n, everyone go to the beach, do you want to come, you’ll be alone in the house if you don’t come”, your friend said calmly, she was seated on your bed next to you. You simply groaned and she understood that you clearly still didn’t want to go out.

Her plan could start.

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As you heard everyone telling you goodbye from downstairs and the door closing you felt a wave of sadness washing upon you. As you began to cry, your heart aching at the thought of Elio, you heard the door of your room opening and you quickly hid under the cover thinking that your friend had come back for something in the bedroom. 

“Hey,” you heard the sweet voice of the only thing that clouded your mind and uncovered your face. Elio was there, not sure if he could enter the room or not. 

“Elio?”  you asked. 

“Can I come in?” you nodded and Elio came in, sitting next to you, watching your face. Your eyes were red and full of tears which reminded Elio of his state these last days. His hand found your cheeks, caressing them as he watched attentively and lovingly your face. 

“I’m sorry if I did something that night that made you uncomfortable”. He apologized sincerely and you finally looked in his eyes.

“Elio, you did nothing wrong, I just, I can’t.” You stopped yourself before spilling all your feelings to him.

“I like you, I love you even, since the first day I felt this connection to you, I feel like we were meant to meet one day and love and cherish each other. I know you’re going to go back home soon and I can’t just keep this for me, and regret that I didn’t tell you for the rest of my life.” Elio exclaimed, you could feel the stress in his voice, he wasn’t looking at you anymore. The half closed curtains made him glow, he was so beautiful you wished you could capture this image forever in your mind.

“I love you too, I was afraid, what will we become when we’ll have to go separate ways in some time, how could I act like I’ve never loved you when I go back to my country?” you asked anxiously as you took his hand in yours and Elio smiled softly. 

“Let’s just enjoy the moment.” At his words you nodded with a smile and he added while slightly laughing “God, we wasted so many days.” 

“Yes, we really did.”

Elio crashed his lips on yours, his hand on your tear stained cheeks. This kiss was not like your first one, it was more gentle, more loving, less precipitated. You felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest. Elio broke the kiss before lying next to you and attentively watching your face that he didn’t want to forget. His eyes traveled to your chest and the way it moves slowly from your hushed breath.

“I want you” he whispered and you felt your heart beat even faster. 

“I’ve never done it” you sincerely replied and Elio nodded comprehensively. 

“I understand, but do you want to do it? I’ll be gentle don’t worry” You really wanted to do it, you trusted him and wanted him, needed him. You nodded, ready to give yourself entirely to him. 

“I need you to say it please” Elio said, caressing the bare skin of your arm. 

“I want you Elio, please.” You gathered all your confidence to manage to say this out loud while his green eyes were piercing your body with how intensely he was watching you. 

Elio kissed you once again. His lips seemed to show all his desire for you. At the same time, his hands caressed your upper body, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your arms, your chest. Elio thought that by touching every inch of your body you wouldn’t forget it.

Your tongues mingled and the two of you felt the desire rise more and more. You ended the kiss to take your top off, exposing your breasts and Elio was watching you as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

"Can I touch you?" he asked, looking into your eyes, and when he heard a yes from your mouth, he put his hands on your breasts. Your sighs of pleasure ennobled him, he put himself on you and played with your nipples, admiring the way they hardened on contact with his fingers. Elio looked at you carefully to see the pleasure distort your face, it was so beautiful to see. He could feel his pants tightening over the minutes but he only had one desire, to taste you. Suddenly you felt his tongue wrapped around your nipple. Your moans and the sounds of birds were the only things that could be heard in the room. 

Elio’s kisses descended from your breasts to your belly, and the fingers of his right hand were now on your hips, near your panties, caressing your soft skin. 

"I want to taste you so much”, he almost moaned at the simple idea of putting his lips on your pussy. “I fucking want you so bad," he said, looking into your eyes.

"Taste me Elio, do what you want, do what you want with my body", the words hardly came out of your mouth because of all the sensations that the boy made you feel. 

At these words, Elio slowly took off your panties and laid between your legs. His movements were slow, he stroked your hips and thighs. Suddenly, his lips were placed inside your thighs. He would kiss and gently bite your skin, which would drive you crazy. He took all his time to admire the reactions of your body to his different touches. 

You felt his fingers on your clit, playing with it slowly, making circles. They went down to your entrance, and Elio carefully brought a finger into you. He waited to see your reaction and to the understanding of your sigh of pleasure he began to move his fingers. 

"More." You said once the sensation of his finger in you was familiar. Elio then put in a second finger, his movements were gentle and precise. At the same moment, his tongue landed on your clit, he licked it, encircled it with his lips and kissed it. You could hear Elio’s growls at the taste of your pussy. You looked down and saw him completely ennobled by pleasure, eyes closed, rubbing slowly against the mattress, trying to satisfy his desire.

"I want to feel you in me" you tell Elio who opened his eyes to look at you.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a pleasant way. 

"Yes, that’s what I want." 

Elio took out a condom from his jeans and you sneered.

"What?" he laughed a little while apprehending your answer.

"You planned your move." You smiled back and Elio kissed you.

"No, but I was hoping we would do it before you left." He stroked your cheek. He undressed slowly and you watched carefully the moles that adorned his perfect body. 

"Don’t look at me like that," he was all over the place and you could see the pink on his cheeks.

"You are beautiful," you said sincerely, and this time it was your turn to caress his cheek. His lips came to capture yours. He stood between your legs and you bit his lower lip, which made him moan. Elio ended the kiss and looked at you attentively.

"Are you ready?" He wanted to make sure of your decision.

"Totally ready for you"

"I love you" his eyes were shining as he looked at you and a slight smile had taken place on his face.

"I love you too, I love you so much".

Elio put on the condom and slowly, being careful not to hurt you, he entered you. He would go so slowly, inch by inch, and look at your face to see if you were okay. 

"Is everything all right?" He asked and you dropped a yes, focused on the unpleasant feeling. Elio then kissed your neck and bit your ear, while whispering words of love to you. 

"You can go" you told him slowly once you felt ready, Elio then slowly moved his pelvis, not yet sure of his movements. 

"Fuck," you heard his moans and sighs of pleasure and you couldn’t help but do the same. You felt so complete with Elio in you. 

"Faster," you said. You needed more, you were ready to give yourself completely to him. He performed, his movements were faster and wider. The pleasure was such that he needed to bite your shoulder not to scream of pleasure. Your legs rolled up against his pelvis and your hands gripped his back. Elio moaned at the sensation of your nails sinking into his skin. Your name slipped out of his lips like it was the only thing he could say. The sound of your bodies clashing made the scene even more erotic. 

"Elio, Elio, fuck, go on." you begged him and he kissed you, he guided your hand to your sex and encouraged you to touch you to accentuate your pleasure. The feeling was so pleasant and you already felt the pleasure choking you, as if you couldn’t breathe. 

"Damn. How beautiful you are. How I love you y/n." Elio also felt he wasn’t going to last long. His movements were rough and fast. He took one of your hands in his hand, mixed your fingers while you savored your orgasm while moaning his name. Elio followed you shortly afterwards, he came into you looking you in the eye, lovingly. He got up slowly, taking off his condom before coming to lie next to you, hugging you and caressing your shoulder. You listened to the irregular rhythm of her heart while caressing her belly, tracing patterns. 

"Thank you for trusting me Y/n, I love you." He says kissing your forehead and you smile.

"Thank you for being you, Elio, I love you." you answered him. For now, you don’t want to think about when you’ll leave. All you cared about was the sound of her heart, the sensation of her lips and skin at that very moment.

You had to catch up on all those wasted days after all.

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Published the 08/04/2023

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[kiwisugarhighs]

Self Care

Summary: You and Harry decide to have a chill day at home.

Warnings: fluff, some drinking, kissing, brief description of showering together, one bad word, gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 1472

A/N: This is the first bit of writing I've done in a while, so I'm sorry if it's trash. I was just feeling soft for Harry and had to write it down.

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Your head dangles off the edge of the bed while you make funny faces at the mirror ahead of you. Harry should be home any minute and your day off at home has been excruciatingly boring without him. You cleaned the bathroom, rearranged the flowers three times, and did both of your laundry completely. Your day was productive, but boring.

You’re in the middle of seeing how long you can hold your breath when the front door creaks open.

“Babe? I’m home!” Harry calls out.

“In the bedroom!” You shout back, too comfortable to move from your spot.

You hear Harry’s footsteps as he whistles a tune you haven’t heard before, maybe a new idea, before he appears in the reflection of the mirror.

“Darling when you said in the bedroom this isn’t what I expected.” He teases.

“Shut up.” You giggle, sitting up straight. “Hi baby.”

“Hello,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you. “you want to call in for dinner?”

You nod more eagerly than you intend. The idea of cooking exhausts you, but the idea of going out is worse. You’ve been in your comfy clothes all day and just the thought of getting dressed is making you want to curl up and hibernate.

“What do you want?”

“You call, H. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“‘S not what I asked.” He challenges. You give in, telling him your order before hopping in the shower.

You don’t notice Harry step into the shower behind you until you feel his arms at your waist and his chin at your shoulder.

“Hi.” He mumbles, reaching for the soap.

“Hi.” You say back, enjoying the warm water on your skin.

“Food will be here in 20 minutes.” Harry informs you, kissing your cheek.

You hum a response.

“How was your day at home?” You let out a deep sigh.

“Boring.” Harry snorts out a laugh. He’s not expecting that response from you. You’ve been practicing begging god for a day off your busy work schedule for weeks now, so he was sure you’d be having the time of your life alone.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just,” you take a deep breath and rinse the last bits of soap away. “I didn’t feel relaxed.”

Harry nods silently and turns of the water.

“I know just what you need.”

You raise an eyebrow while he gets out and passes you a towel.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” He laughs. “No, I know exactly what to do. It’s my relaxation routine when I’m on the road. It might not work for you tonight, but maybe it will.”

You turn to look at Harry, the towel wrapped around his waist with his hair still dripping and smile.

“I’d love to try it. I know basically what it is, but we’ve never done it together before. It’s probably exactly what I need, baby.” He smiles softly and kisses you before he disappears to get changed.

By the time you’re dressed, Harry has dinner on the table and wine glasses ready for the two of you. He’s wearing your favorite shirt and his hair is still slightly damp from the shower.

“Hey baby.” You hug him from behind, kissing his back. “The table looks great.”

“Thank you. Now!” He claps his hands and turns to face you. “Sit down, relax. I’ll handle the rest.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Dinner is quick and quiet. You realize that you haven’t had much to eat all day and you’re starving. The wine is consumed slowly and you listen to Harry talk about the studio and Mitch and everything else he has going on. It’s a nice catch-up, something the two of you have been itching for. Harry’s playlist is background noise while the two of you wash the dishes in silence.

“Now that those are done,” Harry faces you and gives you a kiss. “let’s begin.” You pull his lips down to yours once more and follow him to the living room.

“Stay here and don’t move.” He orders. “Where do you keep the face masks, my love?”

You giggle and shout directions from your spot on the rug, not moving an inch. You hear a slight commotion before the “Found it!” and see him emerge from the corner.

“Sorry, sweetheart. The wine is hitting me now.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because,” Harry holds up nail polish. “I plan to do some painting and I can’t promise it will be pretty.”

He flops clumsily on the rug next to you, almost knocking you over.

“Shit, sorry.” He giggles passing you a face mask. “Get it open, I’m already falling asleep and I want to make sure you’re relaxed before I pass out.”

Your heart flutters at the sentiment.

“Harry, it’s already perfect, baby. Go to bed if you’re tired. You’ve had a long day, too.”

“Nonsense!” He says, smoothing his mask on. “I can’t sleep with this thing on, can I?”

Your face softens for a moment as you take him in. His hair clip is neatly placed at the top of his head, holding up his brown locks. Harry's removed his rings for the night and his hands are bare as they smooth down the mask against his cheeks. He smiles gently at you and looks expectantly at the mask in your lap. He wants to do this with you and you've never felt more loved.

Quickly, you open the mask and smooth the cold fabric against your face. You hiss slightly at the temperature and shoot Harry a look when he laughs at you.

"What's so funny?" You demand.

"That noise you just made." He pulls a pained face and hisses dramatically before laughing to himself again.

"I hate you so much." You roll your eyes.

"Do you?" He challenges.

"Mhmm." You hum, holding his free hand.

Harry quietly sets a timer for the masks and scrolls through the T.V. for something to watch. You both silently agree on your favorite cooking show, commenting on how tasty the recipe looks.

"I'll have to make that for you soon." Harry says, opening the nail polish.

"I want to do yours first!" You say, reaching for the polish.

"If you insist." He shrugs.

"Besides, the artist says he's too drunk to paint, remember?" You tease. Harry shoots you a look from under the mask.

In the middle of painting Harry's nails, his timer goes off. You remove your mask, gently rubbing in the extra moisture. Harry tries signaling to you with his eyes and you laugh, taking his mask off for him. You set it down and keep painting his nails when you hear him scoff.

"Well, rub it in, love." He demands.

"Hey, who's helping who relax here?" You quirk a brow.

"I forgot." He blushes. By now the wine has worn off.

You giggle and rub the moisture into his face and hold his cheeks between your hands. You squish them together and give him a sloppy kiss. It slowly turns into something more heated and as soon as you feel his hand on your spine, you pull away.

"Why?" He whines.

"You're going to ruin your polish, Harold."

"I don't care about my polish, Peach." He taunts back.

"Well, I do. And besides, you still need to paint mine."

"Okay but first," Harry leans in for one more kiss and smiles as he pulls away. "do you feel relaxed?"

You nod silently.

"Good." He smirks. "This is just the finishing touch."

You extend out your hands and watch as he gingerly takes them in his own. He carefully reaches for the brush, so as not to ruin his drying nails, and begins working on your nails. The two of you are matching a light shade of green. It's a soothing color, not too bright or dull, just right.

The look of concentration on Harry's face makes you smile. His brows are knitted together and he takes deep, purposeful breaths while he tries not to mess up his work. As he adds the finishing touches, he bites his lip and looks up towards you.

"All done!" He says proudly.

"Yay!" You respond, resting your head against his shoulder.

The two of you have another glass of wine and watch the cooking show in comfortable silence. Once both of your manicures have dried, Harry reaches for the remote and shuts off the T.V.

"Thank you." You whisper.

"Of course." He responds. "Are you ready for bed?" He asks, kissing your head.

"Mhm." You sigh.

"Do you need some help getting up?" He asks.

"Mhm." You respond again, hearing him breathe a laugh.

Harry stands up and extends his arms to you, helping you up. You rise to your feet and he slings his arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

"Let's go off to bed."

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[six-white-venus]

there’s a scar that extends over my body- long, lithe, endless.

it starts its journey from the back of my neck, right where my hairline ends and branches into two lines; one creeps up my face and cracks my skull in two and one slithers down my collarbone. my head still hurts, sometimes. i shake a bottle with no label and pills fall into my hand: white, pink, grey, blue. i swallow them dry.

the one down my collarbone has tapering ends- a ghostly white weed that has taken root in my chest, one that can never be plucked out. i smooth my hand over it and linger over a particularly nasty bump right where my heart beats. the clumsy stitches holding my wound together left a phantom pain behind. time has healed the wound to a mere scar but the pain, ever the loving old friend, drops by to say hi now and then.

i don’t like bitter things. it doesn’t sit well with the metal on my tongue and yet, that’s all i taste in the delicacies i’m being served by my beloved. maybe it’s yet another thing i’ve started to make up. or maybe, it’s the sight of the bleeding wound of yours that’s poisoning everything that touches my tongue.

the wound, it’s fresh and a horror to look at. you are white as a sheet, shaking, shaking and oh, i remember that. i remember that. i remember the only colour i used to see back then: an endless, cruel, grey.

i can see colours now. food on my tongue tastes like something. but i look at your blood and feel something akin to longing, to hunger. jealousy feels sour at first- like a candy made wrong- and then simmers down to a slow, unbearable bitterness. i assess the sight, committing every fold of the disfigured skin to memory, and ask, “how does it feel?”

“painful.”

the sudden image of my viscera spilling out of my gaping stomach fills my head. i blink and press my palm on my torso. it’s intact. i raise a glass of water to my lips and wash away the bitterness.

sometimes, when i’m laughing and giddy with happiness, it hits me. i am suddenly five and in a crowd full of strangers who are pushing and pulling and happy and feel that awful, disgusting desperation well up in me as i beg, “i wanna go home.” but i am not five and there is no crowd and i am wearing pajamas in my house and you are here and lord, i still want to go home.

“let me tend to it.”

you smile and extend your hurt with trusting eyes. shame tastes like stale milk and yet, i drink the barrel dry.

this scar of mine, it travels down my thighs and winds itself around my ankles, shackling them. i touch the raised skin, contemplative. it feels like seconds and ages ago at the same time, that fateful day i picked my skin apart, pushed my bones back all wrong and stitched it back together. i don’t bleed, not anymore. wrong has become my right and there’s nothing wrong with that.

this body of mine, it has never known what it meant to rest, what it meant to not bleed. i stand in front of the mirror and stare. the scar is long, lithe, endless. i can never finish mapping all the crevices of my body it hides in. home, for so long, was walls painted grey and endless nights and the embrace of my empty bed. it was brittle bones and trembling fingers and the anvil on my chest. and i think that’s what you call home too, now.

after stuffing my organs back in my body and stitching myself up for years filled solely with nights, holding myself together feels more natural than breathing. i see blues and purples and pinks now. my ribs are cracked open and filled with a garden of dandelions. i sleep and i wake up and my smile doesn’t waver. it’s new. it’s terrifying.

maybe, i’ve never known what a home is. today, my bones are strong and my heart is light and i find that it’s okay, it’s wonderful, it’s stellar to be alright. “i wanna go home” i think and with a start realise i can build one now. i think i would paint its walls a hundred different colours. it will be horrible. it will be mine.

“that looks painful,” i say, and mean it, “let me take care of it.”

you do. i wash your wounds with cold water and dry them with care. i press my lips over the patched-up skin and tell you it’ll heal, that it always does. you don’t believe me but that’s okay. i wouldn’t have, either. for now, i’ll cut some apple slices and try not to nick myself. the only way i know how to peel an apple is the way my father did: careful and slow, in an awfully clumsy way that ended up scraping more flesh than peel off the fruit.

we eat apples and you count my scars. they look like lightning, you say, and ask me how the thunder sounded. loud, i say and you hold my face like you could have shielded me from it. you didn’t, but it’s okay. we’re here now.

wounds scar. they heal. we will paint our walls yellow first- yellow like the sun, my garden of dandelions, your smile. in the warmth of our home with our bodies pressed together, the thunder won’t be so loud.

(for @nosebleedclub's january #18 prompt)

#my writing #prose poetry #love #words #prose #healing #pain #writeblr #writing prompt #nosebleedclub

[nrdmssgs]

NSFW Alphabet of ZharxNikolai :D yes, I'm an asshole heheheheh

Zhar is an OC from A heart full of pity and Darker matters. Paired with Nikolai

Masterlist Ok, you obviously didn't know what was about to come, when you asked for this. I don't feel like writing a classic alphabet, because one for Zhar already exists and I was planning to make one for Nikolai (not with Zhar) one day. So instead of giving plain answers I considered using every letter as a small prompt to write a short scene. I have to split it into two parts, apparently.

Before him, Olga was always the one to pamper her partners. A shower, a warm towel running along their bodies, soft kisses, praises, lots of them - you name it and she delivers.

But with Nik it's different: by the time he's done with her, her throat is sore from all the moaning, her body is exhausted. So Nikolai takes his time, praising her for being such a perfect girl for him, kissing her face, holding her carefully.

She tries to flip him on his back, wrap him in a blanket, massage his muscles, but Nik doesn’t even think about giving in. She ends up in his arms under the warm running shower.

"Relax for me, Nebo, mm? Just close your eyes and let me take care of you."

His voice, warm droplets of water, then soft towel and pillows lull her to sleep. The world around plunges into darkness until his thumb brushes her lips, bringing her back to reality. A cup of tea waiting on the bedside table - he always makes one or brings one from the lobby bar after they make love. His little ritual.

"Drink, my treasure. I want more of your beautiful moans in the morning."

"Please don't hide from me."

"Nik, stop it. I'm showing some tact here. Don't want to ruin the moment."

She presses her back against the wall vigorously, not letting Nikolai take off her unbuttoned shirt.

"You are the moment." His lips trail down her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

"You. Every millimeter of your body. No exceptions. This is the moment."

Nikolai doesn't have any special soft spots for scars per se, this is a completely other matter. It's her trust that makes him weak. Permission to touch burned skin, to cover it with kisses, a secret shared with him, a pain that he can quench - this is his moment, the best feeling, he ever gets.

She begs him to not move. "I might ruin your couch. Slow down, let me-"

Nikolai cuts her off, bucking into her and her pussy makes a squelching noise around his cock. He seems to not care for his furniture, all his attention concentrated on her breast in his mouth.

Guilt burns her alive. Olga is not used to leave any evidences of her orgasms. But if he continues this way...

"If you continue this way I-"

"You will get even sloppier? Will come all around me? That's exactly what I want. Now let go and let me think about my couch later, mhm?" His voice deep and dark, is reverberating in her ribcage while Nik is talking, pressing his lips against her chest.

Her last bits of self-control fly out of window, when he starts encouraging her.

"Let go and do it. Come for me. Around me, on me. Do it. Just let go."

Olga can't hate herself for what happens next. As the waves of pleasure wash over her body, she forgets all emotions, all feelings besides him moving relentlessly inside her. When her mind returns into her body - she lies on Niks warm chest, as he kisses her forehead and praises for how well she free she was.

"S`wet for me, you feel it? Little drops sliding down... Just as I wanted. Just as I will have you for many more times."

When Nikolai guides her hips down, guarding her left leg from the cold switches of the control panel, her mind goes blank. A thousand times she repeated to her self, that his chopper is a transport - not a place for... informal communications. Yet here she is, rolling her hips forth to meet his thrusts.

She is ashamed: instead of being the follow-worthy leader, the example, someone, who does work when at work, she's turning into a sloppy, whimpering mess around his cock. Shame on her. From now on, she will live with this dirty secret in the back of her mind. Shame-shame-shame.

She is yet to discover, that is not her whole secret. Because Nikolai had it planned. After so many 'theres nothing special about my body', 'stop it, you could do so much better than me' he was determined to show her, how wildly beautiful she is. The cockpit camera is usually off even when he takes his bird of iron on a mission. But not today. Good thing, Nikolai knows his control panel as his own hand. The switch flips silently.

Weeks later, he will sit her on his lap in their house and show her the video. But he won't stop there, oh no. Nikolai will bring a toy to get her off for multiple times, as she watches herself riding him.

"Don't you see, how perfect you are? My very own porn star."

Olga will only mewl, leaning back on his broad chest. She could have been flustered, could blush to this new secret, if she had any power after so many peaks.

Her body is the source of many pleasures and Nikolai makes sure, Olga remembers it.

"H-how do you?"

"Years of practice, treasure." He nibbles on her earlobe, while his fingers change pace yet again. Olga arches her back hissing, and he immediately brings the other hand to her face. His knuckles brush against her teeth before Nikolai starts fucking her mouth with his fingers.

Olga thought, she knew her body well enough, but this man seemed to have cracked the code long before meeting her. The things, he did to her... Even she wasn't capable to bring herself so high.

She needs him inside. Not just a few fingers, she needs his cock, craves for this feeling of him filling her. She doesn't even notice as her hips start hips move in their own clenching, sopping, tightening rhythm.

Nikolais lips curl in a victorious smile. Years of practice. Everything preparing him to hold this treasure, to take care of her, to ruin her.

When his mic is off, he leaves sloppy open-mouthed kisses against Olgas throat while he holds her down by the hair roots. She blushes desperately despite this being just a phone call. Audio only.

"Yeah, John, I don't know. She's my most valuable asset. It takes hella time and money to raise a decent urban strategist..."

"M-hm, you tell me that, you greedy ass."

As Price goes on grumbling, Nikolai pulls her closer to his chest. It's not enough for him to just have her half on his lap, so his hand casually slides down her shoulder and kneads her breast through the shirt. Olga squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.

"You may have stolen me of a soldier, but you don't get to lock her in Chimera exclusively..."

"Don't I now?"

Another hand snakes beneath the waistband of her pants, spreading Olga for him while she squirms. She bites down her lip, trying to not make a single sound as Niks fingers curl inside her. She's grinding against him, feeling, that she's not the only one on the edge. Nikolai is just a better actor as his voice remains absolutely calm even after she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and got it out of his pants.

"Ok, just promise me, you will let her know, I need her for that mission."

"Planning your wife's Birthday is not a mission, Captain," Nikolai hides the sharp inhale under the dark chuckle. "But ill let Olga know, when she's back."

Not even a minute passes after Price hangs up, as Nik lifts Olga up from his lap and bend her against his desk.

This man is sometimes the enigma to Zhar. A few months ago he wore this famous shit eating grin, while she asked him repeatedly to stop teasing her, when they were back on the TF base. Of course, he never stopped, never resisted pulling her to some dark corner and kiss passionately, chuckling "Someone is afraid, her former Captain discovers her in hands of his pilot?".

But now it is another person before her. He seems to stop breathing, when she plants the first kiss on his lips. Just watches her in pure ave and fear of moving accidentally and thus destroying this precious moment.

Maybe it's his capture, maybe it's her earlier plead to banish her - but this time he is completely lost in her. Not a single drop of mockery, not a single joke. Nikolai doesn't let go of her face as they are making love. Each thrust, every stroke is so careful as if this is a religious act to him.

Eventually, his playfulness will return. But that time Olga learns, this man, her enigma, has many approaches to her.

She thought, she never really cared for how much her partner's body was covered with hair. It was their comfort, what was of most importance to her.

But when Nikolai rolled up his sleeves for the first time before her, when he got rid of his shirt later... It was embarrassing, how her mouth watered just from a single look at him. He wasn't just broad and massive. With every rise and fall of his breath, pale light ran across the hairy chest.

This man was the treat, a walking temptation. As Olgas gaze slipped down, she bit her chicks to remain visibly calm. Never before she cared for it, but for the first time in her life she could explain, why the happy trail is indeed happy: it was an invitation, salt and pepper, darkening broad line with silvering hair here and there, leading her gaze lower.

"Like what you see, Nebo?"

It comes in circles: at first he's all about the tease and play. Every gesture and phrase serves a single purpose - the temptation. Nikolai is patient, so any amount of time invested is worth of what he's about to get - her panting and trembling in his hands.

After that Nik switches to soft and caring - he wants to be her safe space until there are no clothes left on her, and she's practically begging for him. That's when this man becomes serious.

When fucking her, not just playing around, not teasing, but claiming her, bringing her to one peak after another, Nik is serious.

When they spend a lot of time apart, Nikolai provokes her. Perhaps sending a photo would be easier, but it's not enough for him to just tease her. Oh no, this man has completely different plans.

When there is the nighttime in her time zone - he sends an audio. His velvety voice telling her, how he misses her, what would he do with her, if she was lying next to him right now. Telling her in smallest details, what hes doing to himself right now...

Nik knows, his voice works wonders. All that is left is to wait for 10-15 minutes and call her.

"Am I interrupting anything, Nebo?"

"You? No, nothing special."

"Then whats with the shortness of breath im hearing?"

She is very resistant to answer, but Nik never intends to shame her. If anything - he loves the fact, that his voice alone is enough to make her come. He just wants to be by her side, when it happens. So he guides her through forgetting shame and modesty and touch herself the way, he would.

It feels almost unfair how Nikolai has so many levers to pull to mentally bring Olga on her knees, while she still knows next to nothing about the things, that make him weak.

"You're my biggest turn on already, don't know, what more is there to seek, Nebo." Zhar has to eat up this answer every time until one evening.

He had it coming: Nikolai was too arrogant, teasing and frivolous. He should have thought twice before every commentary, he let himself. But Nik havent, so now there he is: hands tied behind his back, the rope digs into the skin on his chest with every breath, Olga hovering over him. He tries to reach her lips, to bargain for mercy with a kiss, but her fingers drown in his hair and pull his head beck.

"Did I grant you a permission?"

No, she didn't. And Nik is well aware of that. But his heart beats so fast, his thoughts run wild, he's long past the moment, he could control himself. He manages to take a deep breath and collect himself enough to muster a plead.

"Please do that again, pull my hair... as you ride me."

She enters the hall swiftly, striding ahead, not paying attention to anyone around. Seriously, sometimes Nikolai believes, that he could capture Makarov, throw him on the floor, and Olga would just step over him, not even slowing down. Because now she's pissed. Something went south on her mission, obviously. Other Chimeras are already familiar with her angry eyes, so they tend to immediately find some urgent business to just avoid Zhar.

Nikolai puts his instruments down, but doesn't move and inch away. Reaching him, she takes his hand and drags him deep into base.

"Ty byl khoroshim droogom, komandir,*" (You were a good friend, commander.) says Yegor not actually hoping, that Nikolai would hear him.

As she leads him down the halls, Olga mutters something about idiot politicians blocking their biggest contract and unzips her gear. She lets go of Nikolais hand only once to throw her jacket and coat away. Nik grins secretly: he knows where she's taking him. There are so many places more comfortable, more safe, more commodious for blowing the steam off, but Nikolai wouldn't trade them all for that one place. The very special one.

Streams of hot water touch her body while she is still half dressed. Olga doesn't care. Now she is so furious that she does not care about her clothes or random glances that may inadvertently notice that something completely unprofessional is happening in the common showers. It's adrenaline talking: she doesn't even kiss Nik - she hungrily bites his lower lip, as her fingers run over his belt.

Nikolai never protests though - these rare episodes of her not giving a fuck about anything, but him are precious to him. So his favourite memories always float around that shower.

Nik is so normal about the curve that the back of her neck and her spine are drawing together. The way Olga bends, sitting in the chair backwards right before his desk, the way her wrists intertwine, as if tied with an invisible rope... Oh, he's ok about that. Definitely paying attention to whatever nonsense of a pitch, Krueger is delivering to them both. Totally not tearing the last bits of her clothes in his dreams right now, not tasting her skin, not devouring her moans, not loving her so softly, not fucking her mercilessly.

Nikolai is very much ok, stable, in control. Until Krueger leaves them two alone finally. Olga stretches, reaching out for some invisible target above her, and leans back slowly and smoothly until her shoulder blades rest on the desk. Her lips are so close. Almost too close to not...

"So? Somebody wants a new toy so badly, he even made a full presentation. Thoughts?" A smile so innocent as if she wasn't teasing him with this mesmerizing line oh her collarbones, her scent, sending his mind spinning and boiling in desperate hunger.

And is if wasn't enough, as if his teeth weren't grinding in anticipation of claiming her, marking her skin, Zhar adds the final nail to Nikolais coffin.

"My commander has no more toys?"

"Go lock my door, treasure." Niks lips hover in mere centimeters from hers. "I'll show you, what I have."

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[melonba11s]

High (Lawrence/MC Fanfic)

an Idea I've been stewing in my head for a few weeks, finally written down!

Contains: Lawrence, AFAB MC (no gendered pronouns), drugs, drugged sex, handjob, vaginal sex, blowjob, breathplay, dubcon (Lawrence is high), Lawrence being a weirdo, over sensitivity, MC has seen the river.

Lawrence was a weird guy. You supposed you couldn’t judge because you were also rather weird, but you both made it work. You had similar experiences that brought you two together… like The River. That’s where you both had been trying to go tonight. Lawrence had mixed up a new blend of tea, and taken the first few sips like he always did. 

You held a matching cup, waiting for his signal, the go ahead, that the tea would work. Instead, you watched his brow furrow, then he looked into the cup. 

“Don’t drink it.” He finally said, setting it down. He had been shaking, groaning. Stripping off his clothes. 

“Too much, these are too much… It’s all too much.” He had been mumbling, scratching at his skin. “Feels like bugs… Mud… Worms… Shower. I need to shower.” He dumped both the cups into the sink, letting whatever concoction he’d made wash down the drain before grabbing his shoulders. 

Trying to stop him would make things worse, the only thing you could do was follow him there, holding his hand to try and keep him grounded as possible, running the water warm. At first you both had just stood under the running water, your hands on his chest, talking calmly and slowly to him. His expression got less panicked the longer he stared at you, but you couldn’t ignore how red his face began to get, his breathing getting slow and heavy. 

“The water feels… really good.” You glanced down, giving a small squeak of embarrassment. He was already at half mast, rivulets of water crawling along his cock. You were transfixed as he reached down, beginning to stroke himself. Before he hissed in discomfort. 

“Too much…” That explained things a little. The tea had made him extremely sensitive… So sensitive that just warm water hitting his body had gotten him hard.

“L-Let me help.” You said, reaching down, letting it rest in your palm. “I’ll go slow.” You assured him, feeling the weight of him in your hand for a few moments before wrapping your fingers around it. 

Several moments, waiting for him to nod, then beginning to stroke him. Speeding up just a tad when he began to whine in need. He was leaning over you now, gripping your shoulders, his heavy panting filling your ears. 

“...Need More… Need you…” Was your only warning before he spun you around, your hand flying from his cock to the tile wall to steady yourself, as he kicked your legs apart. 

“Lawrence!” You shouted, though you were unsure why. It wasn’t like feeling him in your hand, listening to his moans hadn’t done anything for you. You were definitely wet enough now to take him, your toes curling against the wet tile floor for grip as he lined himself up. 

If you’d been a bit impatient getting him used to just your hand stroking him, this was nothing compared. First he was rubbing against your folds, flinching back whenever it overwhelmed him. Then it was just the tip he was pushing in before he pulled himself back again. 

Soon enough, it wasn’t just Lawrence who was whining with the need to be inside you. Your fingers were curling against the tile, your voice keening, though you held back from begging him. It wouldn’t do any good, you were too much for him right now, you’d need to bite your lip and be patient. 

He was about halfway in now, and you had to hold yourself back from rolling your hips against him. Each shallow thrust just barely brushed against your most sensitive spots though. 

“I’m going to go insane…” you thought to yourself, biting your tongue to stop yourself from crying out in frustration as yet again he just barely hit the spots you needed. Maybe, if you shifted your legs a little, you could get some much needed relief. 

It only took you lifting one foot though for your own weight on the slick tile to shift, the soles of your feet skidding useless against the floor. You let out a yelp of shock as you began to fall. 

Feeling Lawrence catch you and steady you by your hips. Your feet were flat on the ground now, and his cock was now firmly buried all the way inside. It felt like your stomach was in your throat with how quickly you had been filled, your thighs tensed as a downright filthy moan escaped your throat. 

Lawrence’s face was buried in your shoulder now, you could feel his teeth sinking into your flesh, his hips stuttering backwards as he used your body to muffle his shout of pain. He didn’t pull out though, you could feel him throbbing inside you. 

“L-Lawrence…?” You finally managed to get his name out, glancing back at him. Blood was trickling down your back, you could see it drip onto the shower floor and wash down the drain. The dull pain was throbbing in time to your needy walls, pulsing against his cock. 

He finally released your flesh from his teeth, running his tongue over the new wound he’d made on your back. It was this gesture that finally sent you over the edge, filled to the brim, every nerve alight with pleasure and pain. 

You expected him to cum too, he was so sensitive right now, and needy. He loved to cum at the same time as you though. However, before you could even come down from your high, he’d pulled out. You slid down onto your knees, your legs on fire from standing in such a strained position for so long. Both you and Lawrence held eye contact, you blinked water out of your eyes. 

“The air.” Lawrence finally spoke. “It comes and goes from there…” He leaned down, one of his long fingers tracing your lips. His expression was unreadable, and he stood back up, using his hand on your chin to guide you upright. 

“Haha… It’s so weird. I’m jealous of it… The air. I want to be there too…” The tip of his cock bumped against your lips now. For Lawrence, blowjobs were rare. He was often too embarrassed by the prospect of it unless you were so drunk or high you couldn’t even tell what he was doing. 

You opened your mouth, ready to partake in a rare treat, feeling his wet skin slid against your tongue as he fully seated his cock down your throat. Closing your eyes, you began to bob your head up and down it, until you felt a hand on your head, pulling you back down to the base. 

“I want… to invade every part of you.” Lawrence’s voice sounded far away, and you jerked back in shock as you shoved two fingers up your nose. “You have so many holes… Holes I can’t fit in. It’s not fair.” He was rambling, his ballsack resting against your chin as he cut off any source of oxygen you had. 

Pulling back caused his grip on your hair to tighten, pulling you forward. You tried to snort, to dislodge his fingers, but this only made your gag reflex react, choking around his length. You could feel your face turning red, the roar of blood in your ears as he continued to speak. 

“I want to peel you open… I want to be inside every part of you… That’s okay? Right? You’d let me do that? You’re so pretty. I want too- ah- ah…” The world was growing dark, his voice sounding quieter and quieter. You could dimly feel something warm hit the back of your throat as the room began to spin around you. 

And then you were retching, gasping for breath, your hands on the floor as you took in breath after breath. Oxygen. Air. The sudden intake of air made you feel light headed, and giddy, not unlike how Lawrence’s teas could make you feel. 

You looked up at him when you could, only to see him wavering on the spot. It was like watching a great oak tree topple, as he fell backwards against the wall, then crumpled to the floor. There was a loud thud as Lawrence’s head hit the wall, and you scrambled forward rushing to turn the water off. 

Without the sound of pelting water, it was easier to press your ear to his chest. To hear him breathing, his heart beating, albeit quickly. Relief flooded you. He was alive. As alive as he could be. You never knew with Lawrence, sometimes he’d slip into the river without warning, leaving you alone with his empty shell. 

You laid there on top of him for a while, listening to his shallow breathing, and the steady drip of residual water from the showerhead. There was something you could only say to Lawrence during times like these. He’d get too flustered, too jumpy and nervous if you said it while he was conscious. 

“... I love you.”

#btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #btd2 lawrence #lawrence btd2 #lawrence btd #btd lawrence #lawrence boyfriend to death

[abitohoney]

Missed

AO3 Link

Rating: Explicit. MDNI. NSFW.

Tags: Sevika x Female Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Praise Kink, Teasing, Begging, Strap-Ons, Spanking, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot

Word Count: 10k

Summary: After a series of extended, overlapping assignments that kept you and Sevika separated for far longer than either of you could stand, you finally have a night together in your shared room.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here. I'll try to bring in my other works as well. Maybe one every Wednesday to avoid bombarding y'all.

Even though this is based on the existing relationship in my story Submit, which you can read here, this can still be read as a stand alone oneshot.

Soft golden light spilled into the small bathroom from Sevika’s adjoined bedroom, the bedroom you’d been sharing with her for the past several months ever since she'd handed you a key and basically asked you to live with her. A gift, or request really, that you'd never expected from her, but more than happily accepted. Unfortunately the two of you had been apart for nearly two weeks straight now thanks to a series of extended, overlapping assignments from your mutual boss Silco. And after a particularly busy day, Silco having kept you trailing and tracking several of the chembarons, you decided it was high time for some relaxation. Said relaxation took the form of a nice, warm bath and a glass of whiskey.

Sighing as you stepped into the large tub, you took a sip of your drink before letting your head rest back against the folded towel you’d placed along the back edge. The water, already near the brim, sloshed over the edge and onto the floor, but you paid it no mind. You’d have it cleaned up before Sevika could return and scold you for once again ‘wasting water’. Arms lying along the sides of the tub and eyes closed, you smiled as your mind conjured the vision of her scowling down at you, a snide remark on her tongue and ready to fire.

“Can’t afford decent clothes, but you have no issue using all our clean, hot water?”

Shit, that drink must be strong. Somehow your mind even played back her gruff voice as if she was right there with you.

Blinking several times as you opened your eyes, you found Sevika towering over you, brows downturned, but an obvious smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. Unable to hide your own mirth, you grinned up at her.

“You’re back early,” you pointed out, your eyes trailing over her face, noting that she’d apparently just gotten back from a fight. Several obvious cuts and smudges of blood scattered along her right cheek and her upper lip, loose strands of dark hair sticking to her sweat slick skin. “Looks like you need this bath more than I do,” you teased, taking a dramatic sniff before adding, “Smells like it too. Did you bathe at all in the two weeks we've been apart?”

Ignoring your jab, she stepped over to your side, reaching down to snatch your drink from your hand. Sitting up, your eyes narrowed as you watched her down the remainder of the whiskey before putting the empty glass back into your still open hand.

“Sure. You can have all of my drink, since you asked so nicely,” you jeered. She allowed her smirk to fully bloom, clearly pleased with herself. “Seriously, get in here. Let me wash you,” you insisted, sitting up and setting your glass on the floor beside the tub.

Her gray eyes roamed from your face down to your bare chest, lingering on your breasts from where they sat just above the waterline, but only for a moment before she turned to leave the room without a word. Frowning in disappointment, your gaze followed her large form as she walked through the doorway and momentarily blocked what little light filtered in.

“Seriously? You’re going to pass up my offer?” you scoffed. Your eyes rolled dramatically when she provided no response. “At least bring me a refill for my drink!” you called out, voice raised, but you knew damn well she wouldn’t bother. Settling back into your earlier reclined position, you closed your eyes again, trying to relax, which was proving difficult given how disappointed you were that she refused to join you. You'd missed her so much over the past several days it was maddening. Hadn't she missed you too?

“Scoot.”

Startled this time by her sudden reappearance, you lurched into an upright position, sending more water spilling over the tub edge.

“Fuck Sevika! How can someone of your massive size be so damn quiet?” Your scowl quickly faded when you turned to find Sevika at your side, entirely nude. Drinking in the sight before you, a sly little smile pulled at your mouth as your eyes roamed up over her toned abs, supple breasts, smug mouth and finally her expectant gaze and single raised brow. “What’s that look for?” you asked.

“Not gonna say it?” she replied.

“Not gonna say what?” You truly had no idea what she was getting at.

“You always have something to say when I take my clothes off.”

Releasing a very unladylike snort, you smiled up at her teasingly. “Are you fishing for compliments? And here I thought you didn’t like me commenting on your attractive appearance.”

“I’m not fishing for anything.” Her lips tightened, a scowl quick to appear along with her indignation.

Oh she was not happy with that, and as much as you wanted to toy with her some more, you preferred to get her in the bath with you sooner than later. “Get that perfect body of yours in this tub, you grump.”

Okay, maybe you could poke the bear just a little.

Despite the little insult you threw in at the end, it seemed to satisfy her enough, as she moved closer, metal fingers tapping at the back of your shoulder, a silent indication for you to move forward and make room for her.

“Sit in front of me,” you urged, spreading your legs for her to sit between.

It was Sevika’s turn to release a short snort of amusement. “Not enough room, Princess. Now move.”

“Plenty of room. Just so I can wash your backside, then we can swap.”

Either you were very convincing, or she was truly exhausted, as she released a deep sigh, but finally relented. She stepped in and lowered herself between your legs, her body displacing more water and sending it spilling over the edge.

“You’re cleaning that up,” she grumbled, pulling her knees up so she could move forward and give you room to work.

“Of course, your highness,” you teased, scooting closer to her so you could wrap your arms around her waist beneath the water. With your chest pressed against her backside, you could feel her short chuckle reverberate through you, filling you with warmth and pulling your lips into an appreciative smile. Every little genuine laugh you could get from her left you feeling a little high, and they had become easier and easier to obtain over the past few months you’d been living with her. It was just one of the many signs that she was becoming more comfortable with you. Resting your cheek against the back of her shoulder blade, you buried your nose in the ends of her messy hair, inhaling deeply, her scent overtaking your senses. Blood, sweat, grime, cigars and simply her . So perfect. So wonderful.

“How is it, even when you’re covered in blood, sweat and dirt, you can still smell so good?” you whispered. Her organic hand slipped into the water, gliding down along your leg soothingly as she simply hummed in response. The two of you sat like that for a moment in silence, your fingertips tracing along the muscles of her abs beneath the water, breathing in her scent and reveling in her closeness, while her hand slowly smoothed up and down your leg.

After placing a series of chaste kisses along her shoulder blade, you released her from your embrace, scooting further back in the tub and reaching up to gently remove the elastic band from her messy hair. Even caked with sweat and dirt, her silky hair cascaded softly forward and you wished you could see her face with it framed by it.

“Hand me the washcloth and soap, please.”

To your pleasant surprise, not only did she oblige, she lathered up the washcloth before handing it to you. She leaned forward, arms resting on her bent knees from where they poked out from the water.

“Does the other guy look worse than you?” you asked as you began washing along her shoulder blades and the back of her neck, resting your other hand on her hip. Admiring how her shoulders shook as she chuckled, you smiled knowing you’d set her up for some snarky quip.

“The other guys are face down in their own blood and missing several teeth,” she sneered.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you replied with a smile, “but you really should learn to block better. You know I’m only with you for that pretty face of yours, well and I suppose for the entertainment too. I do rather enjoy annoying you.”

“I could say the same to you.”

“That you’re only with me for my pretty face or that you enjoy annoying me?” you asked, rinsing the washcloth after her backside was well cleaned.

“Both.”

Smiling, you placed your hands on her shoulders, tugging gently. “Lay back for me so I can get your hair wet."

With her hands gripping the edges of the tub for stability, she slowly laid back until the top of her head rested on your chest. Her gray eyes, sparkling in the yellow glow of the light filtering in through the doorway, caught yours and her thick lips pulled up into a smirk.

“For the sex too, right?” you asked, your own lips curling in amusement. “I mean I’m definitely in this for the sex too.”

She raised a single brow, clearly questioning why you even bothered to ask.

“I just want to hear you say it,” you admitted, fingers gently combing her hair back away from her face.

“You know damn well how much I enjoy fucking you.” What started as a confident, smug statement, quickly melted into a barely audible whisper, her eyes closing instinctively when you dragged your nails along her scalp, an act you’d learned over the past few months could calm her almost instantly. “That feels good, baby,” she hummed and you watched as every inch of her body relaxed, her hands nearly slipping off the edge of the tub. Not wanting to interrupt her blissful state quite yet, you opted to leave wetting her hair for later, instead grabbing the washcloth with your free hand. Without ceasing your ministrations to her scalp, you began gently cleaning her face, taking your time and ensuring you were extra careful around each cut and blooming bruise.

“I’m going to get the rest of your hair wet,” you warned her once her face was thoroughly cleansed. She didn’t reply, just lay there quietly with her eyes closed. You reached over the side of the tub to grab your empty glass, using it to scoop and pour water over her hair. Once it was fully saturated, you took a moment to just appreciate her face. Your fingers traced along the sharp cut of her jaw, her cheekbones, and when her eyes opened to peer up at you, you thought she would reprimand you, or at least tease you, for getting distracted. Instead, you watched the corner of her mouth pull upward just enough to create that cute little crease along her cheek. Running a finger along that curve, you made no effort to hide your own adoring smile. She really was lovely in those rare moments of relaxation and contentment. You could feel her eyes on yours as you turned your attention to her dark brows, tracing each one before running down the bridge of her nose until you reached the soft tip. Lifting your finger the slightest amount, you pressed back down with just the pad of your finger.

“Boop.” Your smile spread into a shit-eating, playful grin as you watched Sevika flinch before her brows downturned.

“You’re annoying,” she grumbled, but you caught the smile on her face before she could sit up and hide it.

Chuckling, you reached over the side of the tub again to set the glass down in exchange for a small bottle of shampoo. “I know you love it,” you teased, squeezing a small amount of soap into the palm of your hand before dropping the bottle back to the floor. “Besides, I think you’ll forget all about it in just a second.” Adjusting your position such that you sat with your legs bent, knees on either side of her hips, which was quite the feat considering the limited space you had with her massive body taking up most of the tub, you began lathering her hair.

“I do not lo-” she started, but whatever snarky remark she had at the ready washed away along with the dirt in her hair as you started running your nails along her scalp again. The deep rumble from her chest when she hummed in contentment had your chest swelling with pride, delighted by the knowledge that you could make her feel so good. Only you held the power to truly tame this beast.

When the water started to approach a near tepid temperature, you reluctantly removed your fingers from her hair, which by that point had lost most of the suds anyway. "The water is cooling off quickly. Let me get your front side before we freeze." Standing, you rested a hand on Sevika's shoulder for stability as she scooted back and you stepped in front of her. Before you could lower yourself back into the water you caught her gaze fixated on your body. Her eyes raked down your naked form, catching at the apex of your thighs, which just so happened to be mere inches from her face. Heat spilled from your cheeks, spreading clear down your body and settled right at the point of her thirsty gaze. It was a damn good thing you had a hand on her shoulder, because when those gray eyes flicked up to yours for just a moment, a wicked smile on those delicious lips, you lost all strength in your legs. She must have taken notice, as her hands came up to grasp your waist, helping guide you safely back down into the water. Legs bent again and straddling her thighs, you sat on her lap, both hands resting on her shoulders. That cocky smile of hers remained and it became all you could focus on, your tongue unknowingly darting out to wet your own lips. Even after all the months you'd spent with her, she still had the ability to turn you to putty with just a simple look, a smile.

Her augmented hand had slid up to the back of your neck, keeping the sensitive machinery out of the water, but as those cool fingers wrapped around, it became apparent that wasn't the only reason. Slowly, you slipped your arms around her neck as she guided your face towards hers, your eyes fluttering shut. The moment your lips pressed to the plush of hers you released a long, contented sigh, relaxing against her as her flesh hand moved from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. Heated skin pressed to heated skin, bare breast to bare breast, the sensations pulled an appreciative moan from your throat. Taking the opportunity of your parted lips against hers, Sevika pushed her tongue inside your mouth, bringing with it the coppery taste of residual blood from the cut on her upper lip. The hand around your neck gently angled your head to the side, allowing her to deepen the kiss, her nose pressing softly into your cheek. You attempted to move your own tongue along hers, only to be overpowered, and fuck if you were about to complain, instead releasing another deep, muffled moan.

Without warning, Sevika's hand moved from your back to grasp a handful of an ass cheek beneath the water, using it to pull your bottom half closer and grind you along her firm abs. Breaking the kiss, you pulled away quickly, eyes wide as your startled gasp turned into a soft mewl, pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck," you breathed, completely flustered as you gaped at Sevika. Her heavy lidded eyes bore into your own, ravenous and impatient.

"That's exactly what I want to do to you," she sneered, voice thick and husky, "So finish this quickly."

Releasing your neck, she rested her arm along the edge of the tub again, her other hand grabbing the forgotten washcloth and holding it out for you to take. It took you a moment to recover from your aroused stupor. The sight of her expectant, arched brow finally brought you back to the present.

"Sorry," you murmured, averting your gaze until you felt the press of her warm, wet hand against your cheek. Meeting her gaze, you found her wearing a crooked, but soft, grin.

"Don't be," she replied quietly, running the pad of her thumb over your bottom lip, lingering for just a moment before moving to rest her arm along the side of the tub.

Trying to suppress the way your heart fluttered at her gentleness, you applied a fresh lather of soap to the cloth and began working on her neck. Despite the desire to take your time, the promise of what was to come after had you working quickly, at least until you reached her breasts. Attempting to peer up at her discreetly through your lashes, you were disappointed to discover her watching you closely. She knew exactly what you were thinking, and when she raised that damn brow again, you weren't sure if that was in expectation or to challenge you. Since discovering how sensitive her breasts were, she had been very particular about when you were allowed to touch, or more specifically, play with them. Biting your bottom lip to keep from smiling, you let your attention fall back to her chest, pretending to simply focus on the task.

When you heard her deep hum, you looked up to find her head resting along the back edge of the tub, her eyes shut and a pleased smile gracing her face. Watching her expression closely, you gave one breast an experimental squeeze. Her lips parted, allowing a quiet groan to slip past. You slowly moved the washcloth to the other breast, slipping just beneath it before gently massaging it as well, pulling another groan from her. Surprisingly, she didn't open her eyes or scold you. Feeling a bit braver, you abandoned the washcloth, moving your hand to place your thumb and index finger on either side of her hardening nipple before gently pressing and rolling it between the pads of your fingers. The sinfully deep groan that left her throat as she arched her back had you frozen. Her eyes finally shot open as she sat up, nearly knocking you backwards in the process.

"Open the drain," she growled, her eyes narrowing as she glared down at you threateningly.

Oops.

You knew you had pushed her boundaries too far, and that it went without her saying, you were going to be punished. Excitement at the idea of what that could entail, you quickly scooted back far enough to reach behind you and pull the plug, all the while smiling meekly up at your perturbed lover. She seemed mildly pleased with your obedience given how her scowl softened just the slightest bit, apparently unaware that you simply just wanted to get to whatever she had planned as soon as possible.

Handing her the handheld sprayer, you leaned back on your hands, eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stood to rinse. Your gaze followed the path of the remaining soap as it rinsed from her hair and cascaded down her cheeks, neck, swell of her breasts, curves of her waist and hips, thick thighs, and finally down the length of her toned calves.

Apparently not having noticed your ogling, she gave the sprayer back to you before grabbing the towel from the back edge of the tub. Having not used any soap on yourself, you were able to rinse quickly while she stepped out and dried off. You barely had the sprayer back on its hook before Sevika tossed the towel at you, and you nearly dropped the damn thing. It must have been intentional that she caught you off guard, if the cocky little grin on her face was any indication.

"Ass," you grumbled, wrapping the damp towel around your upper half, just under your arms. Too busy glaring at a rather smug Sevika, you stepped out too quickly, carelessly, landing on a large puddle of water. Slipping, your body lurched forward and you quickly lost your balance, landing face first into Sevika's bare chest, but not before she swiftly caught you beneath your flailing arms. As much as you would have liked to remain where you were, she immediately righted you, standing you back fully upright with nearly no effort.

"Maybe use less water next time?" She sneered, but she kept you held close to her body. You weren't sure what was more frustrating, her damn teasing or the fact that your stupid towel prevented you from feeling her skin against your own.

"Maybe I did that on purpose," you sassed back, craning your neck so you could give her a proper view of the snarky look on your face, to which she simply arched a brow. "Maybe I wanted to be in your arms," you clarified, losing most if not all your edge with that admission. She chuckled, a bit too enthusiastically in your opinion, but she left no time for you to respond.

"Could have just asked," she teased, and without warning she bent down and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

"Hey!" The scowl you attempted to throw her way faded the moment you caught her lopsided grin, big enough to reveal that ridiculously adorable tooth gap you loved so much. Smiling, you wrapped your arm around her neck, using it for leverage as you brought your lips to her cheek, gently kissing one of her scars before whispering into her ear, "I can see your cute tooth gap." Pulling back, you expected to see her smug smile wiped clean and replaced with her signature scowl, but to your surprise she was still grinning.

Eyeing her suspiciously as she carried you into your shared bedroom, you realized a little too late why that smirk remained on her face. She tossed you onto the bed with enough height and force to send you bouncing clear off the mattress and cutting your startled yelp short before you finally landed safely on your back.

"For fucks sake, Sevika!" You hollered. "At least give me a warn…" your reprimand trailed off as Sevika crawled onto the bed, a devious smirk on her face as she quickly positioned herself over you, caging you between her arms and legs. You lay rooted to your spot, hands at your sides, heat spreading like wildfire down your body and concentrating between your thighs as she eyed you hungrily. Expecting a kiss when she lowered her head, your eyes fluttered shut, but instead you felt the soft press of her nose against your cheek. A new warmth took over your body, your chest, when she trailed up your jaw, stopping just as she reached your ear.

"I've missed you…" she whispered, making your heart swell at the sweet admission. Running her large, warm hand over the swell of your hip and up along your side, she continued her confession. "Your body…" Her hand stopped just over the side of your breast, her nose slipping into your hair before taking a long, deep breath. "Your scent," she exhaled.

Finally breaking yourself from your frozen state, you reached one hand up to slip it into her loose, damp hair. "I missed you too," you sighed. Moving her face over yours, she brushed her nose along yours until the tips just barely touched. Strands of her dark hair fell forward, framing her face and yours like a curtain. Stormy eyes bore down into yours and you weren't sure if you wanted to just hold her or beg her to take you. Smiling coyly, you asked, "What do I smell like?"

"Comfort. Home."

Fuck. That's so goddamn sweet.

Her eyes dropped to the big smile plastered to your face. "Missed your dopey smile the most," she teased and your grin only grew wider. Even though she hadn't picked the most complimentary adjective, you knew she was just being playful and she truly did enjoy your smile. It was apparent by how even at her grumpiest, worst days, she couldn't hide her own lopsided grin when she caught your genuine one.

Fingers tangled in her hair, you pulled her down until her lips met yours. Your other hand skimmed over her side and up to her back to bring her chest closer until you felt the pleasant press of her soft breasts against your own. What started as a tender kiss quickly became heated, your lips parting to allow a quiet moan to escape to which she immediately took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside.

Metal fingers fisted your hair, pulling your head to the side as Sevika broke the kiss in favor of moving those full, wet lips to your exposed neck. After leaving a trail of love bites from just below your ear down to the top of your collarbone, she reversed the path, running the tip of her tongue over each mark. You squirmed and keened beneath her, desire driven higher by every sensation she left in her wake.

"Missed the way you taste," she purred against your ear before taking the lobe between her teeth and clamping down just hard enough to make you release a startled squeal. Her resulting throaty chuckle shot a wave of pleasure clear to your core, a wanton moan slipping past your parted lips. "Missed the pretty sounds you make."

"Sevika," you whined, desperate for her to cease all the sweet teasing and just fucking… fuck you already.

"Hmm?" She hummed, her mouth trailing down your neck again, but this time moving right past your collarbone and onto your chest.

Your other hand moved to join the first, threading through her hair, while her hands slid down along the mattress as she moved lower and lower.

"Please," you begged, watching as her lips slowly kissed down your right breast. Her eyes met yours as her mouth hovered just above your hardened nipple, her tongue slipping out to trace agonizingly light around the perimeter.

"Please what?" She teased, waiting until your lips parted to speak before taking you into her mouth and sucking.

"Plea- Fuck," you keened, eyes closing and back arching, chest rising towards her deliciously warm, wet mouth. Just before her teeth grazed over the sensitive bud, you registered the curl of her lips against your breast. The fucking tease was clearly enjoying torturing you, but she left no room for protest. Lifting her head, your nipple still held between her teeth, she tugged just hard enough for you to feel the slightest tinge of pain before releasing it. The startled little cry that pulled from your throat was quickly replaced with a soft groan the moment her mouth returned, tongue soothingly circling the tender area.

"I- I need you," you whimpered, finally able to find words when her mouth left your breast in favor of your abdomen.

"You've got me," she replied between soft kisses and love bites, her descent increasing in speed as she passed your navel. If you hadn't been so fucking drunk on your own arousal, you would have reprimanded her for the obvious sadistic torture, but she made damn sure you wouldn't find the words. Placing one last kiss just over your mound, she paused, metal and flesh hands snaking halfway down your thighs before easing them apart. Even with your eyes still closed you knew her mouth hung just above where you needed her most, her deep breaths chilly against your wet cunt.

God she was so fucking close to where you needed her, and when you realized your fingers were still tangled in the hair at the top of her head, she must have detected your abrupt change in demeanor. Before you could force her face between your legs, her hands wrapped firmly around your wrists. Startled, you released a short yelp, eyes flying open to find her eyes narrowed threateningly and focused on yours.

"Hands to yourself," she growled, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew she wouldn't have it. Relaxing the grasp you had on her hair, you allowed her to place your hands on the tops of your thighs, her own hands covering yours to both keep them in place and keep you from lifting your hips towards her face.

"Sevika, please," you begged, near tears with how much you desired her touch, her mouth. "I want you so bad."

Her eyes lowered to the space between your legs, where you could feel just how aroused you were, and you knew she could see it too. Locking eyes with you again, a sinful smile painted her face before she spoke.

"I know."

Without removing her gaze from yours, she finally lowered her head between your thighs. And fuck you could feel how they clenched in anticipation beneath where she kept your hands pressed over them. Though you could only see those stormy eyes of hers, you felt the exact moment the tip of her tongue pressed just below your entrance. She dragged a torturous slow line clear to the hood of your clit, and the breath you hadn’t even known you were holding slipped past your open mouth as you sighed. Wrapping her lips around your clit, she switched between sucking and licking the sensitive bundle, leaving you writhing beneath her. The palms of her hands pressed down on the backs of yours, forcing your lower half to remain still as she continued her pleasurable onslaught.

Considering how worked up she’d had you, and how long it had been since you’d had any release, you unsurprisingly already felt that familiar tight, burning sensation build fast. And the moment she lifted her head, leaving you so close yet not quite satisfied, it was equally unsurprising that you cried out in disappointment, eyes searching hers pleadingly as she crawled back up your body again. You were about to plead- no- beg for her to finish you when she brought her face over yours, and the wicked smile she wore knocked any and all cognitive thoughts clear out of your head. Focused entirely on her mouth, you watched as it crept closer to yours, finally closing your eyes when she was close enough to feel her breath fan across your cheek and her breasts press against yours. The contact you felt was not a kiss though. Instead, she teasingly traced the fine gap between your parted lips with her tongue, pulling back the moment your head lifted to chase for a kiss.

God damnit why did she insist on tormenting you in the most cruel yet undeniably arousing ways?

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

As if that question wasn't enough to send a wave of aching desire between your legs, her deep, husky voice, clearly laced with lust, had you gripping the sheets in an attempt to control the urge to just pull her body between your legs and start grinding against whatever the hell you come in contact with first.

"Princess-"

"I don't care, just fuck me already!" You nearly screamed, eyes flying open just in time to catch the series of expressions that flashed across Sevika's face. From amusement to surprise and back again. Your cheeks burned with how flustered you were and you knew she took notice.

Brow arched and smug grin back in place, she of course wasn't about to take mercy on you and skip the opportunity to further tease you.

"So needy."

"Strap! Fuck me with the strap!"

God, you couldn't even look at her now, turning your head to the side as if she wouldn't know how desperate you were if you didn't make eye contact. Her resulting silence, lack of action, though only lasting for a few seconds, left you anxious as all hell. Metal fingers wrapped under your chin, pressing firmly into your cheeks as she forced you to meet her gaze. The expectant look she wore pulled you out of your fitful state just long enough to realize what she was waiting for.

"Please," you added, voice meek and quiet, a complete contrast to your previous demands. Her pleased smile was indication that you'd assumed correctly, and thank the fucking gods she was finally moving off you to fetch the strap. Though the loss of her proximity was disappointing, it did give you the opportunity to somewhat clear your head of the incapacitative amount of lust you'd been battling since she threw you on the damn bed.

"I want to be on top, please," you requested, watching as Sevika paused with the harness half way up her thighs. With her back to you, she slowly turned her head to side eye you from over her shoulder. When she saw the earnest look you gave her, she returned to her task of securing the harness.

"Baby, you and I both know how that would go," she replied, tone dry, but you knew damn well she was hiding a smirk.

"Just let me try it. Please," you insisted, getting on your knees and moving to the edge of the bed to help tighten the straps on her harness.

With everything in place, her favorite thick, black dildo included, she turned to smile down at you.

"Fine. This should be- entertaining ," she sneered.

Choosing to ignore the obvious jab at your ability, you focused instead on the fact that she had agreed to your request. Excited to try something new, you quickly moved aside so she could get back onto the bed. The moment she situated herself with her back comfortably resting against the headboard you scrambled to straddle her hips and thighs.

Both of you simultaneously turned to the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table before exchanging knowing glances. You sure as hell wouldn't need that, not with how wet and wanting you were.

Gaze dropping to Sevika's toned abs, you rested the palm of one hand there, the other reaching between your legs to grasp the base of the toy and align it with your entrance. Lowering yourself just enough for the tip to sneak in, you bit down on your bottom lip to restrain whatever sound of pleasure that was sure to follow. It proved pointless as you ever so slowly dropped lower, the thick silicone filling you perfectly and a shaky whimper making it past your defenses.

With half the length buried inside, you waited a moment to allow yourself time to adjust, lifting your half-lidded gaze to Sevika's face.

Oh fuck. She looked downright ravenous, stormy eyes hyper focused at the sight between your legs, and lips pulled into a greedy smile. A chill ran down your spine at the sight, your body visibly trembling.

"Fuck, baby," she said quietly with the release of a breath. "Missed the sight of you taking my strap." Wrapping her hands around your waist, she guided you down the rest of the way, watching with unadulterated desire as each and every inch disappeared between your folds.

Your hands flew up to her shoulders to brace yourself from falling forward as you bottomed out, the toy filing you completely. Her name fell past your lips with a whimper, finally drawing her attention up to your strained expression.

“Need some help?” she teased.

Shaking your head vehemently, you slowly began to rise on your knees again, legs straining and toes curling as heavenly sensations flooded your lower half. Though she granted you the control you wanted, her hands simply resting on your hips, you knew she was just smugly watching and waiting for you to fail. Unable to focus with her attention on your face, you averted your gaze to the scars decorating her cheek. Groaning as you gradually sank back down, you let your eyes follow the individual paths of lovely blue scars that traveled clear down to her left breast.

You were able to distract yourself long enough to set a steady, easy pace without completely falling apart. Each stroke of the toy against your walls pulled a soft moan from your open mouth, your breath quickly becoming ragged. However, the moment you started to pick up speed, the pleasure rippling from your core and down your legs left you faltering. Sevika, or course, picked up on your struggles immediately.

“Tired already?” Her taunt was a complete contradiction to how her thumbs ran soothing circles over the soft flesh above your hips. “You were doing so well.”

God. Fucking. Damnit.

“I’m- I’m fine,” you panted.

Spite being your only drive, you pushed yourself to keep going. Face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and strain from the amount of effort it took to move as pleasure continued to wrack your body, you screwed your eyes shut tight in an attempt to block out her distractions. Much to your chagrin, and inversely to Sevika’s delight, you only managed several more blissful motions before your legs gave out. Chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath, you reluctantly opened your eyes to meet hers. Those beautiful gray eyes sparkled with unbridled joy at the sight of you trying so hard only to fail, and if you weren’t so exhausted or aroused you would have had a few choice words for how fucking sadistic she was being tonight. Driving the nail into the coffin, she arched a single dark brow, waiting for you to admit defeat and beg for her to take over.

Releasing a shaky sigh, you relinquished control with a, “Please help.” Unable to face her in your admitted defeat, you tried to turn away to hide your pout, only to be thwarted when her human fingers caught you by the chin.

“Hey.” Her demanding tone caught you by surprise, but you allowed your eyes to meet hers. “I’ll make you forget all about it," she promised. You nodded in understanding and the look of disappointment on her face faded into a smug smile before she pulled your head to hers for a soft, lingering kiss.

Releasing your chin, her hands smoothed over your ass, fingers grasping at the soft flesh of each cheek. With your hands still braced on her shoulders, you straightened back up, groaning as she lifted you off the toy until just the tip remained inside. 

She set a slow, steady pace, her hips lifting to meet the pull of your lower half as she sank the toy impossibly deep before grinding your clit along the top of the strap. Each stroke pulled a deep moan from your chest, and each rub against your clit left your legs trembling. Arching your back as much as you could without losing your grip on her shoulders, you let your head fall back, eyes closed and lips parted. True to her word, you quickly forgot about the humiliation of your inability to fuck yourself on her strap, the only thing on your mind becoming how fucking good you felt.

“Tell me how you feel,” she purred, bending her legs at the knees so she could gain more leverage, but the change in angle had the toy dragging along your front wall deliciously hard, thus hampering all cognitive abilities. All you could manage was a deep groan of whatever curse word sat closest in your subconscious. Apparently that was not satisfactory to her expectations.

“Answer me,” she growled, pairing the demand with a particularly hard thrust and nails digging into your unforgiving flesh.

Head snapping forward, you caught her heated gaze with half-hooded eyes. “I- I feel good,” you whimpered, face contorting with pleasure when she ground your clit against her strap. “You make me- feel so-” Slowly dragged up off the dildo, your words faltered. “... fuck - so fucking good.”

Another harsh buck of her hips and opposing tug of your body down to hers had your toes curling and a string of unintelligible curses slipping past your open mouth, muffling another one of her unnecessary, and clearly meant to torment, questions.

“What feels good?”

You heard the question, but it didn’t really register. When you supplied her with no response, you hadn’t even noticed she had lifted her human hand from your ass until it was too late. That hand came swinging back down with a resounding smack against your bottom, knocking a startled yelp from you.

“What. Feels. Good?” she repeated, stilling her motions.

Though the sting on your cheek was enough to pull you back into reality again, the sudden lack of stimulation left you desperate to tend to the throbbing between your legs. Nails biting into the skin of her shoulders, you rocked against her while biting out something you hoped would placate her.

"Your- your strap- inside me. Fucking- my cunt."

Dear god let that be what she needed to hear.

"Good girl," she praised, her hand rubbing over your sore cheek before grabbing a handful again and returning to the relentlessly slow fucking.

"Shit," Sevika grunted, "Retract those fucking nails."

Realizing your nails were sunk a little too deep into Sevika's shoulders, you relaxed your grip, letting the palms of your hands slide down to rest against her chest instead. Unknowingly, one of your hands slipped lower as she continued to fuck you, taking a breast in your hand to fondle and knead with the rhythm of her thrusts. She quickly began to lose that rhythm though, her own strained moans reaching your ears and drawing your attention to her face.

Oh shit.

Your hand froze, for just a moment, awestruck by the way she screwed her eyes shut and bared her teeth in an effort to fight the moans that seeped through despite it all.

Fuck she's so beautiful like that.

Much to your chagrin, that small pause in your ministrations left her just enough time to come to her senses.

"Stop distracting me," she growled through clenched teeth, her eyes flying open before narrowing threateningly at you. She didn't bother giving you a chance to move your hand, instead grabbing you by your waist and flipping you into your back, strap still buried deep inside you.

Both of your hands were immediately snatched up, pulled above your head and pinned beneath her human hand. Blinking up at her, still a bit startled by the abrupt position change, you watched her lips as they curled into a cocky smile.

"I'm done playing," she sneered, moving her metal hand down your chest to give one of your breasts a very hard squeeze. Chuckling at the little yelp you released, she dragged those sharp talons down your breast, narrowly missing the hardened peak. The trail she left clear down your stomach and abs teetered on that fine line between pain and pleasure, leaving your body squirming beneath hers.

"Sevika. Please," you pleaded as her nails traveled even lower, dangerously close to where you needed stimulation, just not that kind. Thankfully, her hand slipped off course and behind one of your knees, forcing you to bend your leg as she pushed it up and out of her way, spreading you wider. Sliding the toy out until just the tip remained, her grin widened enough to reveal a sliver of teeth.

"I want to hear you scream."

Oh fuck.

Eyes rolling back as you closed them, you braced yourself for whatever the hell she had planned.

Her thighs slammed against yours hard enough for your body to slip up across the sheets, the silicone toy plunging inside clear to the hilt. Your cry of pleasure was without a doubt loud enough to be considered a scream, but she clearly wasn't satisfied with just one, quickly pulling out before dealing another powerful thrust.

She was quick to set a brutal pace, the sounds of the headboard smacking against the wall and her wet skin slapping against your own were both completely drowned out by the strangled cries and moans she forced from your body.

"Se-vi-ka!" You cried between each mind-numbing drag against your walls. Your orgasm built up quickly and fuck you were close, but you needed more. You needed that external friction. Tears stung the corners of your eyes, your arms pulling helplessly under the iron grip of her human hand. You struggled to form words, to tell her what you needed. Prying your eyes open, you gazed up at Sevika pleadingly. Any hope of getting through to her was lost when you noticed the animalistic look on her face. Teeth bared in a snarl, her stormy gray eyes focused on where your bodies met. The sight of her lost in primal instinct was enough to push you even more dangerously close to the edge, fire pooling low in your abdomen.

The choked sob that left you finally caught her attention, her eyes flitting to your pained expression. Her face softened, only for a brief moment, as she realized what was happening. Without breaking the onslaught between your legs, she released your wrists, her hand slipping down to your neglected clit. Your free hands flew up to wrap around her back and pull her closer. Even with her arm sandwiched between your bodies, she never once lost her rhythm, her fingers making quick work of your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your orgasm hit hard, every muscle in your body tensing for several mind-numbing seconds before relaxing as you dissolved into pleasure. A deep, long guttural moan rose from your chest and rolled past your slack mouth, your nails raking down the length of Sevika's back and withdrawing a hiss of pain from her. She slowed considerably, allowing your orgasm to finish without the risk of overstimulation.

Body falling limp, you collapsed back against the mattress. Stilling her movements, Sevika placed both hands on either side of your head before resting on her forearms as the two of you attempted to catch your breath. You gazed up at her, eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss. She was just as much of a goddamn mess as you were. Her once clean hair was a haphazard mess, strands stuck to her face where a fine sheen of sweat glistened in the glow of the dim lighting.

"Missed- seeing you- fucked out- like this," she panted, a weak smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You smiled just as weakly up at her. "You seem- pretty fucked- out too," you teased, struggling to speak just as much as she had.

"Just out of practice," she chuckled, dipping her head to leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw. "I'll just have to fuck you more." Her raspy voice against your ear sent a chill down your spine and relit the fire between your boneless legs.

"Not tonight though," you replied, grinning as she lifted her head to arch a brow at you inquisitively. "I want to please you now," you added, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears and run your hands along her back. "Why don't you sit back and have a smoke while I take care of you."

“Can’t argue with that,” she replied before bringing her lips to yours, muffling your whine as she pulled the strap out in one swift motion. Feeling her lips pull into a smile against yours in amusement, you made no effort to mind where your nails dug into her back. She didn’t seem to notice though, sitting up with that damn smug ass smile on her face and moving to remove the harness.

“Ass,” you murmured, but you couldn’t hide your own smile. This had just been a part of your dynamic since the two of you became an item several months ago. She enjoyed toying with you, getting you riled up. And you enjoyed playing along with it, knowing she meant no harm, and seeing her smile like that, just for you, was more than worth it.

Harness discarded to the end of the bed, Sevika set herself up against the headboard. Sitting up yourself, you grabbed her wrist before she could pull one of her cigarillos from her pouch on the bedside table.

“Let me get you one of the good ones,” you insisted, releasing her hand and draping yourself over her lap as you hung over the edge of the bed to pull the humidor out from underneath. With your ass on full display just over her lap, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when her flesh hand collided with one cheek hard enough to have you nearly slip off her lap.

“Damnit Sevika!” Your reprimanding tone was lost on her as you felt her body shake beneath you with her deep chuckle. Not that she could see your eyes, but you rolled them anyway. After lifting open the lid and grabbing a single cigar, you shoved it between your teeth and took out the cutter before pushing the humidor back under the bed. “Help me back up,” you mumbled around the cigar, free hand reaching blindly up behind you. Rather than taking your hand, you felt her grasp your waist with both hands and pull you back up effortlessly.

Straddling her waist, you clipped the end of the cigar off in the ashtray you’d handmade for her. It still warmed your heart that she carried it with her everywhere she went.

Ignoring her pointed look when you took the lighter from her hand, you flicked it open and concentrated on watching the cigar turn a bright cherry red as you took several quick drags.

“Fuck!” you coughed, eyes and throat burning, “This is- a lot stronger than your usual shit.”

“You get used to it,” she replied and you removed the cigar to place it between her teeth. She took a long drag before bending her index finger in a come hither motion. Knowing what her intentions were, you leaned forward, resting your hands on her chest for stability. Cigar in her hand off to the side, she slipped her claws into the hair at the back of your head, angling it as she brought you closer until your parted lips barely grazed hers. Eyes locked on yours, she pushed the smoke into your mouth slowly, small tendrils escaping the gaps at the corners of your mouths. The various spices hit your tongue, a delightful blend similar to her cigarillos, only much stronger, but not just in flavor. You could already feel your body relaxing from the small amount as your eyes fluttered shut. Resting your forehead to hers, the two of you sat in silence for a moment before she removed her hand from your hair.

“I missed you so much,” you sighed, opening your eyes to catch hers still focused on you, but now looking exceptionally more glossy. She was relaxed and she was ready for you to pleasure her.

“Show me how much,” she purred.

Clear on exactly what she meant, and more than willing to oblige, you made your way down the bed. Cigar tucked back between her lips, she bent her knees, lifting and spreading her thighs to make room for you. Settling between them on your forearms, you made no effort to hide the groan that escaped your throat at the sight of how wet and wanting she was for you. Intentionally catching her gaze, you slowly licked your lips. Her own lips curled into a smirk, smoke seeping through her exposed teeth, an image you kept in your head as you closed your eyes and that distance. Dragging your tongue through her slit, you released another groan as the taste of her arousal invaded your mouth.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her metal fingernails dragging along your scalp.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, her scent, combined with her flavor, praise and dangerously sharp claws scraping along your scalp, left your head spinning and legs aching in ecstasy. With another pass of your tongue you delved deeper between her folds before wrapping your lips around her clit. The curse she murmured around her cigar followed the instinctive thrust of her hips towards your face. Metal nails dug further into your scalp as your tongue worked a teasing circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Bringing one of your hands between her legs, you eased your middle finger inside her, reveling in the soft, warm, slick feeling that surrounded it, and her subsequent deep groan. With your finger buried knuckle deep you applied a gentle downward pressure as you pulled it back out, bringing with it another curse from her lips and another upward thrust of her hips. Adding a second finger, you began working your mouth in tandem with each rhythmic pump of your digits.

It didn’t take long for Sevika to disregard any bit of restraint she may have been using as her metal fingers firmly grasped your hair, forcing your face against her while she rocked her hips. You let her control where your mouth went, focusing instead on matching her pace with your fingers. It also didn’t take long for you to realize you weren’t going to be able to keep this up, your neck and jaw quickly becoming sore from the difficult angle. Desperate not to disappoint her, you ran your other hand up her abs, watching as the muscles flexed sporadically each time she got your tongue in just the right spot with just the right amount of pressure. The moment your hand reached her breast, you removed your mouth from her clit, quickly replacing it with your thumb. Her hand in your hair started to push you back down but faltered the moment you began massaging her breast.

Not only did your smooth swap allow you to give your sore muscles a break, you were also gifted with the ability to observe all of Sevika’s obvious signs of pleasure. Each stroke or scissor of your fingers, in sync with the press or squeeze of your other hand on her breast, had her brows pinching together, nose scrunching and teeth clenching around her cigar as she fought back any sounds that threatened to slip out. Her metal hand slipped off your head, collapsing onto the bed beside her, both hands gripping the sheets as she put more effort into grinding against your thumb as it rubbed along her clit.

“Fuck,” she groaned, “Right there, baby.” Her mouth started to go slack as she tilted her head back, cigar hanging precariously at the edge of her mouth. Sitting up on your knees, you temporarily neglected her breast to swiftly swipe the cigar from her mouth before it could fall and potentially burn her. Tossing it into the ashtray, your hand moved to her other breast, rolling the hardening nipple between your thumb and index finger. She sucked in a deep breath through her parted lips, hips momentarily losing their rhythm.

Since discovering how sensitive her breasts were, that knowledge had become your not-so-secret weapon. If you ever had any issue with getting her off, it took very little stimulation to her breasts to send her over the edge, and this night was no different.

All it took was for you to lean over her and flick the tip of your tongue across the hardened peak of one breast to bring her to her peak. Sitting back on your knees, you watched in awe as each muscle on that glorious body of hers tensed. The soft, wet walls around your fingers clenched just as deliciously tight. Flesh and metal fingers grasped at the sheets as she held her breath briefly before all the air left her chest in a rush, the muscles across her abs quaking in time with the walls of her cunt.

Removing your hand from her breast and slowing the strokes of your fingers and thumb, you waited for her to ride out her orgasm before completely stilling your fingers. Chest heaving as she slumped against the headboard, her eyes opened just enough to catch a glimpse of your wide, pleased grin.

“Proud of yourself?” she huffed with a weak attempt at a snarky smile.

You were. You always were after managing to get her off. Seeing her wrecked like that, struggling to catch her breath, covered in sweat, hair a mess and eyes half lidded, all at your doing, was a huge stroke to the ego. Rather than answering her question, you pulled out your fingers from between her legs, purposefully curling the tips to provide her with a little well deserved torment for all the times she’d done the same to you. The grimace that drew across her lovely face quickly faded when her gaze dropped to your wet fingers as you sucked each one clean and made a humming sound of satisfaction. Still on your knees between her spread thighs, you crawled over them to straddle her lap as she straightened her legs out. Her hands found their way to rest limply over your hips as you sat down and wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her in for a kiss. Taking advantage of her still slack mouth, you swiped your tongue over hers, giving her yet another, more literal, taste of her own medicine. 

Pulling back to allow her to finish recovering, you rested your forehead against hers, smiling in adoration and running your nose along hers.

“I think this goes without saying, but I missed all the same things about you,” you said softly, a coy smile on your face. “Your body, scent, smile, taste, the sounds you make, the way you take my fingers, and your fucked out face.”

Sevika smiled, something akin to her signature one-sided smirk, but much more genuine, soft even. Her hands slid up your back, the prosthetic stopping midway while her human fingers threaded into your hair and she pulled your body and lips against hers.

"You know," you started after breaking the kiss, "teasing aside, I really did miss you. We were apart for entirely too long."

"I had a word with Silco," Sevika replied, pausing to watch with unabashed mirth as your face contorted in confusion. "Told him I need a specific type of down time."

What the actual fuck?

Keeping your thoughts to yourself as she continued, you simply watched, completely awestruck, as she just smirked at you knowingly.

"He understands your value goes beyond just your ability to handle pointy objects." You're not so caught off guard to catch the way her mouth twitches at the corner at her little quip. Though you're quick to narrow your eyes at her in disapproval, you allow her to finish.

"He knows you're the only thing keeping me sane when I have to deal with all his bullshit, Jinx in particular. Gave me his word he'd take that into consideration when strategizing future missions for you and I."

"He what?!" You asked incredulously. "You have got to be bullshitting me! First, there's no way you approached him about that. Second, there's no fucking way he agreed to do anything about it. You're fucking with me!"

"Why would I bother making up something like that?" She asked, brow raising in challenge.

"I don't know. To woo me," you replied, honestly not sure why she'd make that up, but still astonished all the same.

"To what?"

"Nevermind." You shook your head. "That's fucking great though!" Absolutely beaming at the idea that Sevika had gone to your boss to demand such a- domestic and sweet thing as more time with you, you sensed an incoming snide remark about your cheesy smile, so you quickly redirected the conversation.

"So speaking of my ability to handle pointy objects, you know that includes more than just my daggers," you said with a playful smile. Sevika's brow raised again, clearly not catching on to your joke. Sliding your hands down her chest, you gave each of her nipples a quick pinch, earning yourself a gasp from Sevika and sharp nails digging into your sides. That initial startled response quickly gave way to a much more intentional grip on your waist, her eyes narrowing threateningly.

"Get my strap. Let's see how many times you can handle that pointy object." She snarled, lips curling sinisterly when your eyes widened in a combination of trepidation and excitement.

Turned out that number was three, but you made a promise to Sevika and yourself that you could do better with more practice.

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