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Lyrically Bound

Pairing: Rockstar!Beomgyu x Lyricist!Reader

Word Count: 17.3k

Genre: sort of strangers to lovers, soulmate au

Warnings: reality Beomgyu, cursing, underaged drinking, mentions and descriptions of kissing, allusions to sex (no actual smut), use of pet names (Beomgyu calls reader princess), reader is a little judgmental of Beomgyu at first

Summary: in this world, soulmates are a rarity. There’s only a handful of people that have a connection so strong, that they share a fate. Your parents were one of the few, and you could only hope you were too. By high school you gave up most of your hope, however the second you get to Seoul for college you’re met with an ache in your chest and movie like dreams that leave you feeling warm.

Soulmates were so rare in this world that most people didn’t believe they existed. No one tried to discover if they shared a connection meant to last a lifetime because of the infinitesimal chance. Instead, they would listen to stories that felt more like fairy tales- so out of reach- and then express their desire for such a tie to another soul. You were no stranger to these stories. You were often the storyteller, as your parents were one of the few.

Your parents met in high school. Your dad from Seoul and your mom from Jeju. Your mom had begged to go to a performing arts high school in Seoul, which happened to be the one your dad went to. Your mom said she’d never forget how she felt on her first day. There was this indescribable feeling the second she stepped foot into the school. She blamed it on first-day nervousness, but when the feeling continued to grow and a small mark in the shape of a guitar appeared right under her collarbone, she almost passed out. It was a big school, and it wasn't until the school’s winter festival that they encountered each other. When their eyes met, everything fell into place. While your mom knew that it was because they were soulmates, your dad believed it was love at first sight. Your mom, being as bold as she was, walked right up to him and asked “Do you believe in soulmates?” and showed him her guitar mark.

It is also believed that the child of soul mates is more likely to have a soulmate of their own. At least you hoped. Despite how long it’s been, you’ve watched as your parents fall more in love with each other every day. And you only wish to have that kind of connection with another person, too. Since soul links weren’t as obvious and were different for everyone, it was even more difficult to determine whether you had a soulmate or not. Throughout school, whenever you felt the tiniest bit for someone, you’d hold on to it thinking it could be something. It never was.

“It’ll feel stronger than that.” Your mom always told you.

She described it as “all your feelings hitting you at once,” and “there will be this feeling of familiarity when you’re near each other.”

Hearing that made your longing for a soulmate even stronger. When you got to high school, you were sure signs of a soul link would show up like how it did for your parents. But when that didn’t happen, you decided to let go of the idea altogether.

Aside from being known as the “child of soulmates”, you were also a musical genius (as your dad liked to put it). You possessed a lot of natural talent, especially in songwriting, since you were a child. This wasn’t surprising, considering both your parents were musicians in school.

“You have such a way with words,” something you’ve been told since grade school.

And because of this, music and writing revolve around you like the moon revolves around the earth. You had quite the voice too, your mom giving you voice lessons since you were three. Something strange, however, was the moment you picked up a guitar in your middle school band class, you could play it almost perfectly. The strange part being that you were never taught how to play the guitar before. The only explanation you could think of at the time was that your dad played guitar, and the soulmate bond between your parents was stronger than you believed. So strong that even their child could inherit what brought them together. You didn’t think too much of it, instead using the skill to help in your songwriting.

That is how you ended up where you are currently, a resident singer/songwriter who everyone thinks is special, mostly because of her parents being soulmates. It seemed college admission officers thought so too, because at the moment you were packing up your things to go off to college. You were admitted to a college with one of the best music departments in the world, and on a full scholarship. Your parents encouraged you tremendously when making the decision. They said your talent shouldn’t go to waste and that they never had the courage to pursue music like you do.

“Are you completely sure I should go to Seoul?”

You asked one more time, watching as your parents happily helped you pack your things.

“Why wouldn’t we be sure, dear? Music is what you want to do, right? I hope it doesn’t seem like we’re forcing you or that we just want you out of the house.” Your mom said and hurriedly added that last part.

You giggled softly at her rushed sentences and continued to watch them.

“I know you aren't, and I promise this is what I want to do. I’m just making sure you aren’t having second thoughts about sending your only child off.” You joked lightly, reassuring her.

Truthfully, you were the one having second thoughts. You've always been rather independent, but both your parents always gave you unconditional support in any of your endeavors. You never felt alone or had to actually be all alone. Until now. Now, you were moving to the city all by yourself and would be in a new environment where no one knew you or of you. That was terrifying.

“Maybe you’ll meet your soulmate in college.” Your dad’s voice brings you out of your thoughts before they can turn dark.

“I don’t have a soulmate, Dad.” You mumbled softly.

“You don’t know that for sure. Some people go their whole life without meeting theirs because they refuse to look.”

“They refuse because there’s a less than 3 percent chance that they would even have one. And I did look.”

Your dad only shook his head and chuckled at you.

“I didn’t think you were one to lose hope. What happened to the little princess who only wanted to meet her prince and get married?”

“She faced reality,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, that didn’t come out the way I wanted. But seriously, I’m not getting married.”

“You say that now, but when you meet him, I'm sure the first thing you’ll want to do is put a ring on it.”

Shaking your head amused, you returned to your thoughts. To be honest, you never gave up hope. To most people, you had everything a child could want, yet you always felt like something was missing. From your life and you as a person. Your parents met in high school, and it was silly of you to believe that you would meet your soulmate in high school, too. No story is the same. You, of all people, should know that.

“You’re right, I’m not one to give up. I haven’t. Even if I don’t have a soulmate, maybe I’ll meet someone there anyway.” You said, trying your hardest to be optimistic. Soulmates aren’t everything. You seemed to have forgotten that.

“You’ve dated other people before, so maybe you will. Keep your head up, sweetheart. Let’s finish packing your things.” Your mom said warmly.

The next day, you woke up early. You couldn’t sleep, mostly because you were leaving for Seoul today and because of your conversation about potentially meeting someone at college. Your dad’s words echoed in your head as you were trying to sleep, his words slowly morphed into fantasies that you played out in your head all night. Sitting up in your bed, you looked around your mostly empty room and sighed. You picked up your phone and saw that it was just past 4 a.m. Groaning, you pushed the covers off and got up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

After getting ready for the day, you decided to just walk around your house. Looking into every room, all the picture frames and decor, capturing mental images and saving them in your head as you wouldn’t be back here for a long time. Your things were already packed away in your car, just waiting for you to drive away. Your parents will be accompanying you, only because they want to be the ones to show you all around the apartment they got for you. They thought you’d have a better experience in Seoul if you lived in an apartment rather than on campus. You didn’t realize how long you've been standing and staring at the pictures on the wall until the creak of the stairs brought you back to the present.

“You're awake early.” Your dad stated amused.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” You said sleepily, a small yawn escaping after.

Your mom laughed softly, and went to the kitchen, bringing back a tall glass of orange juice.

“Here, sweetie,” she said and handed it to you.

You downed it quickly (quicker than you should have), then turned to find your parents interacting cutely. Your dad was on one knee, tying the laces of your mom’s shoes for her while she looked at him lovingly. You smiled at the interaction, just admiring them. They were endearingly perfect for each other, and you were glad to witness their expressions of affection.

“Ready?” Your dad asked animatedly.

“How are you so awake every day?” You asked, failing to understand how they were able to sleep and actually have energy after waking up.

To this your mom answered, 'It's a soulmate thing,” and that was all the explanation you needed. You put on your shoes and let out a huff.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

You took one more glance around the inside of your childhood home and then left, locking the front door behind you and meeting your parents in the driveway. You got into the backseat of your car, your dad insisting on driving, and your mom in the passenger seat. The drive was four hours long but felt like an eternity due to the anticipation. The closer you got to Seoul, the more you felt the nervousness bubble in the pit of your stomach. You rotated between looking out the window, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, twirling strands of your hair around your finger, and replying to texts from your friends asking how excited you must be. You tried replying wholeheartedly, but you were a mixture of excited, nervous, and scared– excited making up the smallest part of the ratio. After what felt like an endless journey, your dad stopped the car in front of a very luxurious-looking apartment building. Your eyes widened, mouth hanging open unintentionally as you looked out the window.

“Are you sure this is the right building?” You asked in both awe and shock as you stepped out of the car and craned your head upwards.

They could only laugh at your response and actions.

“It sure is.” Your mom replied, looking over at your dad and shooting him a proud look.

“Come on, we’ll bring your stuff up a little later.” Your dad said and ushered you forward, taking your mom’s hand as the three of you walked into the building.

Your eyes darted everywhere around the lobby, staying silent as you were at a loss for words. Your parents motioned for you to press the button for the elevator, and you did just that.

“Press 12.” Your mom said excitedly.

Your eyes widened for the umpteenth time since arriving in Seoul, and you shakily pressed the button for the twelfth and highest floor. The elevator ride, unlike the car ride, was both smooth and faster than you were ready for. You followed them out of the elevator and they led you to the last door at the end of the hallway.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Your dad asked you and held up a set of keys.

You nodded and took the set of keys, fumbling them in your hands before finally unlocking the door to your new home for the next four years. You took small steps inside and gasped.

“This... is mine?” You asked, eyes still wide and full of doubt as you turned around to ask.

“All yours sweetie.” Your mom confirmed and smiled lovingly.

You took a look around the one-bedroom apartment, that was definitely too large for an 18-year-old. It had everything you could need, topped with a beautiful view of the city, and was within walking distance from your college campus. It all seemed too good to be true, too good to be all yours. You looked around cautiously, not daring to touch anything, barely even grasping the door knobs to see into each room. You came back to the lounge area and disbelief was written all over your face.

“This is really for me?” You asked in a soft voice.

They smiled at each other and your dad nodded at you.

“It’s the very least you deserve since you earned a full scholarship. We wanted to get you a beautiful place with the money we put away for your college fund. Maybe you’ll continue to stay here after you graduate.” He said proudly.

Proud of you and all your accomplishments and proud of himself and your mom for finding such a perfect place for you.

“I love it so much, how can I ever thank you?” You said, eyes now glossed over as you hugged both of your parents.

“You don’t have to sweetie, just continue to do what you do and be happy. That’s all we could ask of you, for you to be happy.” Your mom said, and that almost made your pool of emotions overflow, but you held it in.

They helped you bring your things from your car and they left soon after that, wanting to reminisce around the city they met in. It was Monday, and classes didn’t start until two weeks from now. The plan was to take the rest of this week to settle into your apartment, take next week to familiarize yourself with the city and take the week before classes started to explore your campus.

However, things never go according to plan. By your third day here, you found yourself both bored and somewhat uneasy. The uneasiness had been present since you arrived, and you hoped it would settle by now. It did settle, by making home in the pit of your stomach with no intentions of easing up. It made you so restless that you were able to unpack most, if not all, of your things and even got your music room set up. That only took you two days, and now on the third day, you were sitting in the music room with your guitar just staring out the window.

“Maybe I should go out today…” You thought to yourself, putting your guitar down and getting up.

You’d been living off whatever you and your mom brought from home and put in the fridge and the pantry. You decided to go out and look for the nearest convenience store or grocery store, and maybe take some time to wander around the area too. Stepping outside of your apartment building for the first time in three days, you typed “convenience store near me” into your phone and set off in whichever direction felt right.

After walking for a few minutes, you finally looked up and realized you had absolutely no idea where you wandered off to. Your phone is not being any help either, so you typed in the address of your apartment building and decided to start again. Luckily you didn’t wander off as far as you thought and when you got back to the only familiar building, you chose your steps carefully this time. That didn’t make a difference, because after a few minutes, you still found yourself lost.

“Are you lost?” a voice asked from next to you.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked and giggled softly, looking up from your phone to meet the eyes of a boy who looked around your age.

He was much taller than you, bleach blonde hair that had grown out a little and he had a very sweet look to him.

“A little bit, yeah,” he replied with a slight laugh, “did you just move here?” he asked.

“Yeah, I did, like three days ago. I’m originally from a little town in Ulsan.”

“Oh wow, that’s far. What made you move to Seoul?”

“I’m here for college.”

“Wait, are you going to Seoul National University?”

“Yes I am, do you go there?”

“I will be. Some friends of mine and I are all starting there in two weeks.”

“Guess I’ll see you around there too”

“I’m Kai”

“(Y/N)”

“Well (y/n), where were you trying to go? I’d love to help.”

“I’m trying to look for the closest convenience store.”

“Oh! There’s one super close to campus if you don’t mind walking there.”

“I don't mind at all, I was going to check out the campus eventually anyways.”

“Alright then, follow me.”

You followed Kai as he walked to the convenience store he was talking about and you were grateful to find someone nice enough to help you.

“So, what are you planning on majoring in?”

“Music composition.”

“My friends and I will also be in the music department. We’re in a band together.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

“Yeah, we’ve been a band since high school and got enough recognition to get signed under a label.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I’m a songwriter or lyricist if you will.”

“Oh, that’s really cool too. Do you play any instruments or do you just write?”

“I play the guitar.”

“I play the drums, our lead singer plays the guitar. Maybe you guys will get along well. And here we are, one convenience store.” He said and made a grand gesture causing you to laugh.

“Thank you so much, I hope this wasn’t out of your way or anything.”

“Oh no worries, I was on my way back to campus. I should get back and help them move our stuff into the dorms. It was nice meeting you (y/n), see you around.”

“It was nice meeting you too Kai, thank you again.”

He waved at you and walked off in the direction the campus was in and you let out a sigh. The uneasiness in your stomach moved up to your chest while walking over here. Was Kai your soulmate? You thought to yourself and then remembered your mom’s words. There was no feeling of familiarity when you met Kai, and nothing… clicked. Letting out a huff, you shook the thoughts out of your head and went into the convenience store.

Meanwhile, Kai was greeted with the sounds of frustrating groans and then the sound of something heavy being dropped.

“What took you so long?” Beomgyu asked, panting slightly.

“Sorry, I ran into this girl and she was lost so I helped her.”

“Was she hot?”

“Is that seriously all that matters to you, Beomgyu?” Taehyun chimed in from his place on the floor.

“Well if she was, I’ll let his lateness go.”

“Fine, yes, she was pretty,” Kai replied truthfully.

“Okay, now please help Tae and me before one of us ends up killing the other,” Beomgyu said and pushed the hair out his face, bringing a hand to his chest.

He wasn’t sure if it was because he’s been lugging boxes for the past thirty minutes or what, but his chest was hurting. Shaking it off, he clapped his hands together and picked up a lighter box, watching as Kai and Taehyun struggled to carry the big heavy box in front of him.

You scanned the aisles of the convenience store, pleased with what you were seeing and picking up a few things. As you were checking out, a bright, colorful flyer caught your eye. It was from Big Dreams Music and it was a contest. Specifically, a songwriting contest, your forte. Taking a picture of the flyer, you put your phone back into your pocket and took the bag full of snacks, making your way back to your apartment.

After putting your goodies away, you sat on the couch, pulling out your phone to read over the flyer you took a picture of. It was a songwriting competition for a band called Lethal Division. Their label wanted to change up their sound and was accepting entries. The band's name caused your heart to race out of nowhere. It was familiar to you, you’ve heard girls talk about them in high school, especially the lead singer. But that’s all you can recall when it comes to their image, you didn’t even know their names or anything. You’ve heard their music before, and you remember them being great in the beginning before they gained popularity. Now their music just sounded like noise and you’ve lost interest. You thought it was sad when music didn’t speak. You were always praised for your songs and how they moved people, so maybe you’d be able to help them move people too. You locked your phone, a slight frown on your face as you thought about what you should write.

“I’ll sleep on it. And I should probably look them up tomorrow to get a better idea of what would suit them.” You said to yourself and decided to turn in for the night, hoping this ache in your chest would let you sleep for once.

Waking up the next morning, you felt different, to say the least. You felt warm from the inside. It was a comforting warmth. Better than the ache you’ve been feeling. The more you regained consciousness, the more you remembered the dream you had last night and you gasped. Sprinting out of bed, you hurriedly found an empty page in your songbook and started to write.

Beomgyu woke up the next morning, his mind fuzzy. It felt as if he wasn’t here last night, but he knew that he was. The ache was gone from his chest, instead replaced by a comforting warmth, and he felt a small burning sensation on his arm. Looking, he saw a mark in the shape of a pen. The mark was small, barely noticeable and he wondered if one of the guys drew on him or he got a tattoo he just couldn’t remember.

“Am I still dreaming? Why does this burn?” He thought to himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up, he tried not to trip over the many boxes littered around the room. They managed to bring all their stuff into their dorm but didn’t unpack any of it. All that was set up was his guitar stand for his precious guitar. He learned to play the guitar when he was in middle school, his dad taught him and it became his favorite pastime since he learned. So much so that he played guitar in his high school band. The other members of the band convinced him to perform at the end-of-year festival solo, and that was when he and the rest of the school discovered he had a voice. He never had singing lessons before, only really humming to himself from time to time. But his voice was beautiful, it was smooth and deep– and soothing, and people wanted to hear more. It was from there that his friends and him decided to start a band of their own, him being the lead singer and lead guitarist. They became fairly popular in school and their song covers are what led to Big Dreams Music discovering them and eventually signing them. It all felt like a whirlwind, but he didn’t mind it. This was his dream, after all, to be able to play guitar on stage. By their third year of high school, they had an ep out, songs fully written by them, and their popularity skyrocketed all around Seoul, even to other parts of the country.

His ego also skyrocketed. They became known as the rockstars of their school, and he took advantage of his status sometimes. Their newfound fame eventually became more important than their music, their songs going from their heartfelt words to whatever the label thought would sell for them. None of them seemed to mind, knowing their newer fans were more there for their looks and just one chance for a night with a rockstar. Some fans got that chance, the old “band members taking a lucky fan backstage” idea intrigued them, so after a show, that’s what they did and it became an infamous tradition.

“We’re teenage boys.” Taehyun would always say and shrug it off. He was right, they were teenage boys– good-looking, talented teenage boys who had needs.

Their last show was their high school graduation party, and they couldn’t carry out their little tradition then. Instead, they had to pack up for college. Seoul National University offered him and his friends admission to their music department, and although he thought college wasn’t too necessary, he couldn’t refuse the offer. Their music department was the best in the world, and getting to meet college girls wasn’t too bad of a perk either.

Since classes haven’t started yet, he has yet to meet any college girls. Instead, the guys and him would go out and enjoy Seoul’s nightlife. He knew he was attractive, it was undeniable, and being a rockstar only made it that much easier to get anyone he wanted. However, it was nothing more than that, he never thought he wanted anything more. At least that's how it appeared to everyone on the outside, on the inside– he felt incomplete, and despite living his dream, there was still something missing. He heard the stories about soulmates here and there, not believing in them though. He thought it was too good to be true, the notion that there was someone out there just for him.

When he was younger, he looked it up out of curiosity. And after seeing that there was practically no chance of him having one because of the rarity, he tossed any hope he had out the window. Though part of him thinks there’s still a chance, cause he still hasn’t had a steady relationship. His “love life” consists of many baseless hookups, both him and whoever he was with for the night wanting only one thing from each other. This had been working for him, he was overall satisfied and his needs were being met, until recently. A few days ago there had been this uneasy feeling building in his chest, and it had been prominent until now. Now, it was gone and replaced by an internal warm and fuzzy feeling. He didn’t know how to explain it to Kai and Taehyun without sounding insane, now he didn’t have to. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Gyu, are you up?” Taehyun called from the other side.

He opened the door to reveal a slightly disheveled Taehyun, bright eyes wider than usual.

“Yeah, I was just about to get ready for the day, what’s up? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?”

“The label called.”

His eyes now widened to match Taehyun’s and he felt his hands start to clam up.

“What did they say…?” He hesitantly asked.

“They need all three of us to come in right now.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair multiple times.

“Is Hyuka awake?”

“Yeah, he was the one who got the call.”

“Alright, let’s see what they want.”

They got ready quickly and waited for the car to take them to their label’s building. Beomgyu was anxious– no he was scared. Every time they got a call from the label out of nowhere, he was always scared of suddenly being dropped. They all shared this fear, they worked hard for their fame and although their band isn't what it used to be, it was still their dream. A dream they didn't want to wake up from yet. The company car dropped them off in front of the building and they went to their usual meeting room. Everyone was already there waiting for them.

“We’re holding a contest.” Their manager announced.

The three of them let go of the breath they've been holding in, it coming out as a collective sigh of relief. The looks of nervousness were quickly replaced by confusion.

“A contest for what?” Kai was the one to speak up.

“A contest to find your new sound. According to data we've been compiling, your music is no longer selling well and we think a completely new songwriter will help.”

Beomgyu sat up fully now, intrigued by their producer’s words and he crossed his arms.

“And why can’t we go back to writing our own songs?”

“Because I'm not sure you guys know how to do that anymore.”

Their producer’s words felt like a slap to the face. Beomgyu knew he was right, what could he possibly write about now that had any substance? Fame? Money? Sex? That was all people wrote about now and he didn’t show it anymore, but he wanted their band to be different. After that little meeting, the flyers that were put up about the contest became more evident to him. They were there for god knows how long, but he’s only seeing them now.

“How caught up in myself am I?” He thought to himself, resting his head on the window of the car as it drove them back to their dorm.

You had been writing for hours, eventually moving to your music room, guitar on standby to play any melody that came to mind. The dream last night was unlike anything you've ever experienced. It felt like you were watching a movie, except you were able to feel and experience everything the main character was. It wasn’t entirely clear, but whoever the dream was about had such complex thoughts and a beautiful outlook on life, yet it was clear (at least to you) that they were holding something back. Before moving to your music room, you called your parents to tell them what you've been experiencing and about the dream. Your mom confirmed that what you had last night was a soulmate dream, and from now on until you meet him, this is how you will be learning about him. This was more than exciting news, you had a soulmate, he was close by, and just from the first dream, you already knew he was everything you've been missing.

A little more than a week had passed, a new dream every night and you were certain that your soulmate was perfect in every way. Every morning when you woke up, you woke up with that warm, comforting feeling. It went away after some time during the day, replaced by the same ache from before, but always came back when you woke up from a dream.

You finished writing the song and even wrote a few more, all either about him or inspired by him. The deadline for the contest was today, so right now you’re filling out the submission form. Chewing on your bottom lip, you flipped through the pages of your songbook, trying to decide which one to send in. You decided to go with the one you started writing after having the first dream. It had a theme of meeting for the first time, the song sending a message saying “I’ve been waiting for you” or "Where have you been?” Your hands were shaking while uploading the lyrics and the melody you wrote, the last thing left to be filled out was the name the submission would be under.

You had a distinct writing style, and you were always proud of your work, but that was in your small town in Ulsan. This was for a big record label in Seoul. Your thoughts started to eat away at you, fingers hovering over the delete key more than any other one on the keyboard. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes tightly. You didn’t want to have any regrets so, without a second thought, you quickly opened your eyes, typed “Lyric” into the name box, and hit send.

Classes started soon after that, the contest now fading to the back of your mind. You continued to have soulmate dreams, and whoever he was continued to inspire you. You were certain he was beautiful, both inside and out, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You tried to keep your thoughts chained to what you knew. Which was that he was nearby and he shared your love for music. You shared many other things too, from what you’ve learned in the dreams, and it only made you want to meet him as soon as you could. However you couldn’t actively pursue him, it needed to happen naturally. Of all the stories you heard, when the soul link became evident, both parties would feel a pull to the other. Not a physical pull of course, but something in your mind and your heart that says that you need to go and talk to that person. With the start of classes, you didn’t know if you’ve felt that pull to anyone. Mostly because all of your attention has been thrown into your studies.

You hadn’t seen Kai since you first met him, even though he said his friends and him were also attending this college and were also in the music department. Being in the music department didn’t mean he was also in the same major or that you’d share any classes though. Aside from that, much to your surprise, some of your professors have heard of you. They knew all about the music prodigy from Ulsan, who was raised by a rare couple of soulmates. And because of this, they decided to try and make your life here a living hell. They weren’t convinced that it all came naturally to you and that you would crumble under pressure. You were determined to prove them wrong though, and you have been, even catching some of them off guard by how quickly and skillfully you were able to submit their assignments. You felt like you’ve been swept up in a storm, and it didn’t seem like it would be easing up any time soon. Any free time you had, you spent writing. Either lyrics that come to mind or anything you can remember from your dreams.

The semester carried on like this and it felt like you were the only one being swamped with work. You were beyond stressed out, not expecting college to be like this. Everyone else around you seemed to have free time for dating or parties or anything else, as you’d hear them talk about plans all the time. You’d hear mentions of that band too, mostly about the release of their next single.

“It’s been so long since we’ve gotten new music from them” you heard one girl say.

“I know right, and I heard it’s supposed to be better this time.”

“Yeah! They got a new songwriter or something.”

“Even if it isn’t good, they’re all still hot.”

“Yeah, and new music means concerts. And you know what concerts mean”

“And since they go here, we’ve got an even better chance”

You started to tune out at this point in their conversation, realization taking over your features.

“Kai said he was in a band and that they go here.” You recalled.

“Apparently Lethal Division goes here and they have a new songwriter..” You started to connect the dots.

“The contest.” You froze and finally concluded that Kai’s band is that band and the contest was to change up their new sound.

Quickly, you pull out your laptop to check your email, you scrolled through hundreds of emails to see if the record label got back to you. Finally, you came across it. You won. Or well, Lyric did. And the new single they were coming back with, was going to be one written by you. You read through the email as thoroughly as you could and you still couldn’t believe what you were reading. You received the email almost a month ago, and they probably thought you ignored them. Sighing, you packed up your stuff and left the lecture hall, going to the practice room you reserved. Your stress suddenly increased, an even heavier weight crushing your shoulders as you walked. You weren’t one to be forgetful, not like this, but judging from the fact that they were still using your song, you guess the email was just to inform you.

You got to the building the practice rooms were in and trudged to room 0121, the one you reserved. However, instead of being met with an empty practice room, you were met with the door locked shut, the sound of instruments and loud laughter on the other side. Dropping your head, you closed your eyes and tried to center yourself. The ache in your chest intensified all of a sudden and you took that as a sign to go home. You also didn’t have the energy to argue with whoever was in there. Opening your eyes, you took one last look at the locked door and left.

Beomgyu didn't think college would go by this smoothly. He thought a school with such a renowned music program would be more difficult, but it’s been the opposite. Maybe it was the fact that he was rockstar Choi Beomgyu, but he found his classes to be a breeze. All the free time his bandmates and he had, was spent either partying or rehearsing for their comeback. The contest was a better idea than he realized. He wasn't going to give their label too much credit though. Their producer and them went through all the entries together on the days they didn't have class and the winning entry was nothing short of incredible. It was by someone who, fittingly, went by "Lyric”. It felt like the song was written just for him, the lyrics struck a feeling in everyone's heart as they listened to the demo. The sound was just what they needed, and he couldn't wait to perform it on stage.

Beomgyu spent the next few days practicing the lyrics to Lyric's song, trying to perfect every cadence and melody. He found himself humming it in the shower and even while he was trying to sleep. The more he practiced, the more he fell in love with it. It spoke to him in a way no other song had before. One thing that never changed about Beomgyu, was that he loved being on stage more than anyone else. He felt like how he did when they first formed the band and he hasn’t felt this eager about their music in a long time. His band members could tell how much the song meant to him and they loved seeing him like this, it made them excited to perform as well.

Beomgyu’s only class for the day went by slowly, he didn’t want to be there, and staring at the clock only seemed to make time pass slower. When the professor dismissed them, he was the first out of the room, immediately making his way to the building where the practice rooms were. He got stopped along the way by a few girls, which he of course had to entertain for a bit. The school gave Beomgyu and his bandmates the privilege of rehearsing whenever they wanted without having to reserve a room, so when he got there, he went to the first empty room he could find. Taehyun didn’t have classes today, so he would be bringing Beomgyu’s guitar and there was already a keyboard and drums in the room. Kai’s class would end soon and then they would practice the setlist for their upcoming show.

Beomgyu sat down on the floor in front of the keyboard, waiting impatiently for Taehyun to arrive with his guitar. He couldn't wait to start rehearsing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, envisioning himself on stage, the crowd cheering loudly as he performed their new hit single. Suddenly, the door creaked open and he opened his eyes to see Taehyun walking in with his guitar case.

"Finally, you're here," Beomgyu said, grinning.

"Sorry, I got held up," Taehyun replied, setting down Beomgyu's guitar and taking his place in front of the keyboard.

"But now that I'm here, let's get started."

Kai walked in a few minutes later, panting slightly from having to rush to get here.

"I made it," he said with a smile as he sat down at the drumset.

They started with their new single, and Beomgyu's voice filled the room as he sang the first verse. They played through their setlist multiple times, perfecting each song until it was flawless. As they played, Beomgyu couldn't help but get lost in the music, feeling every emotion conveyed by his guitar. It was cathartic, playing music with his best friends by his side.

After a few hours of practice, they decided to take a break and grab some food from the vending machines down the hall. They sat on the floor of the practice room, munching on chips and drinking soda as they talked about their upcoming show.

"I can't wait to see the look on our fans' faces when we start playing," Taehyun said excitedly.

Kai nodded in agreement. "It's gonna be fucking amazing."

Beomgyu felt a sudden surge of adrenaline at the thought of performing for their fans. He knew that they had been waiting eagerly for this concert, and he wanted to make sure that it was the best show they had ever put on. He glanced around at Taehyun and Kai and knew that they felt the same way. As they finished their snacks, Beomgyu stood up and stretched his arms above his head.

"Let's get back to it," he said, his voice filled with determination.

They made their way back to their instruments and started playing once again. This time, they focused on fine-tuning their performance, working on every little detail until it was perfect. Beomgyu felt like he was in a trance, lost in the music. Rehearsing soon turned into them fooling around, playing random chords, and laughing. As they played, he couldn't help but feel a sense of heat building up inside him. That ache from before suddenly intensified in his chest and he had to stop.

“You okay man?” Kai asked concerned, standing up from his place at the drums and looking at Taehyun.

“We should call it for today,” Taehyun spoke up hesitantly.

Beomgyu didn’t want to, but the ache was taking a lot out of him. He put a hand over his chest and sighed.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Beomgyu said, his voice small.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Was I getting sick?" He thought to himself.

The sound of the door trying to be opened caught his attention and all three of them turned to the door. A few seconds later, the ache settled down, back to how it was before. He got used to the feeling in the pit of his stomach, except for now, when it spiked like this. He put his guitar back in its case and slung it over his shoulder, the three of them going back to their dorm.

The moment you got back to your apartment, you sat on your bed and just stared out the window. A lot happened just now, and you were overwhelmed, to say the least. You found out that you won the contest, and the label was practically relying on your song to bring the band back to where they used to be music-wise. You also realized that Kai was in that band and they went to school with you. And lastly, whoever was in that room had to be your soulmate. The closer you got to the practice room, the more your chest ached, and when you were in front of the door, it pained you more than it ever had before. All you wanted was to relieve your stress by writing, however, that wasn’t going to happen now. Yes, you had your music room in your apartment, but you always wrote there. You wanted a change of scenery, and whoever was behind the locked door clearly didn’t know what reserved meant.

When Beomgyu got back to his dorm, he immediately went to his room. He didn’t understand what was going on with him. Every morning he woke up feeling warm, and as if he just got back from somewhere. Then, the mark on his arm. He asked Taehyun and Kai if any of them drew it on him, and they couldn’t even see it. Instead, they asked if he had some kind of sixth sense where he could see things they couldn’t, while laughing at him. It was there though. He saw it clearly. The small mark in the shape of a pen. Lastly, the ache. He’s been feeling it since they moved into the dorm on campus. It’s been bearable, settling in his stomach and it never bothered him much. Not until today. Today it felt like someone was squeezing his heart and it hurt. He couldn’t be getting sick, it would ruin everything right now. And if he wasn’t getting sick, he didn’t know how else to explain what was happening to him.

You thought the dreams would stop since you were so close to your soulmate yesterday. They haven’t, you continued to have them but they were a little different now. They seemed more current, you were learning about how he was feeling and things he was thinking about now. Before, you learned about what he was like, things he experienced that made him who he is, like an introduction. All of it was fuzzy, but you remembered what you needed to. Last night’s dream made you wake up feeling worried, even with the warm feeling present. The dream allowed you to learn that your soulmate was distressed, almost upset about something. It was strange to you, how you don’t know this person but you do. How you care about someone you haven’t even properly met, and how you were able to understand him completely. Whoever he was.

You sighed and got up. It was Saturday today, and it was your first completely free day in a while. The band’s concert is next week, where they will debut your song as their new single. You were avoiding anything about it like the plague, you weren’t going to go to the concert either. No one else has ever performed your songs before, and the thought of that made embarrassment wash over you. Despite it being your free day, you couldn’t shake what you learned in your dream. Pulling out your songbook, you started to write.

It was Saturday today, and even though Beomgyu was out late last night, he woke up bright and early. He thought partying would distract him from thinking about everything, and it did, but only for a short while. The girl he was with last night didn’t help much either. For once he felt unsatisfied, he needed more. More of what? That, he didn’t know. Maybe it was his nerves because the concert was coming up and they were trying a new sound. He woke up feeling warm again, the feeling now something he’s gotten used to. He thought it was nice, to wake up feeling warm and comfortable. He wished it would last longer than it did, fading not too long after he woke up.

Beomgyu got out of bed and stretched, feeling a sudden pang of self-doubt. He knew it was the concert looming over him, it had to be, and the fear of not being able to deliver something new and exciting to his fans. The pressure was weighing heavily on him, but he couldn't let it show. He had to keep up the facade that he was confident and in control.

He made his way to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction and longing. He needed something to distract himself, something to take his mind off the concert and all these other things happening to him.

You wrote for most of the day, composing a song meant to make him feel better. Aside from that, you used your free time to talk to your friends, catch up on your shows, and go grocery shopping. Some of your friends were also attending college in Seoul and they planned to go out tonight. You weren’t against going out, it just wasn’t your favorite thing. Yet here you were, putting on a dress, too short to be considered one, and getting ready to go out with them. You felt you looked good, hot even. You haven’t gotten dressed up like this in a while, let alone been to a party or club. Your friends claimed that you needed something to relieve your stress, their exact words being “someone” not “something”.

No one but your parents knew about your soulmate, and you didn’t want to tell anyone else yet. Having a soulmate was a big deal, and you didn’t want the night to turn into them trying to find him for you. But you also didn’t want them to push you onto another guy. It felt like you were cheating. But how could you cheat on someone who was yours, but didn’t know you existed yet? It was complicated. Looking at your phone you saw it was nearing 9 pm, you all agreed to meet up at the house the party was being thrown at 9. It wasn’t a far drive from your apartment, so you took your time getting ready and ordering your Uber.

The guys could tell Beomgyu wasn’t okay. He was normally good at hiding his emotions, but his distress was written plainly on his face. There was another party tonight, and it surprisingly took convincing from his friends for him to go. He gave himself one last look in the mirror, satisfied with how he looked. Kai said he needed a distraction or two, and he knew what he meant. It was around 9:30 p.m. when they met up in the general lounge area after getting ready. Taehyun slung an arm over his shoulders.

“This is just nerves because of the concert. But don’t worry, after our concert, we’ll start up our tradition again and things will be back to normal.” Taehyun said and smirked, giving him a nudge.

He was right. This was all just nerves. Beomgyu was fine, he just needed to let go at this party.

You’ve only been here for an hour and you remember why you didn’t go to parties often. You felt awkward, people you recognized from school were here yet you still felt like an outsider. This was technically your first college party. You stood in a corner of the crowded living room, clutching a red plastic cup filled with cheap beer. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the throngs of people laughing, shouting, and dancing to a throbbing bass beat. You felt a pang of regret for coming here, or maybe it was just the ache in your chest that all of a sudden spiked again. Your soulmate was here. Despite that, you thought it was a mistake to follow your friends and attend this party.

It didn’t take long for Beomgyu to get comfortable, the party scene being a familiar environment for him and his friends. As soon as he set foot into the house, the ache in his chest spiked again but he wasn’t going to let it bother him this time. After a few drinks, he found himself in the middle of a group of girls. He was sitting in the middle of the couch, girls surrounding him trying to get a word in or touch him in some way. Beomgyu smirked, enjoying the attention but his mind was elsewhere. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on you. You were standing in the corner, looking uncomfortable and out of place. Beomgyu’s heart ached at the sight of you, you were beautiful, too beautiful to be alone like that.

You couldn't stay here. You had no idea where your friends disappeared and your soulmate was here. It was overwhelming to think that someone in this plethora of mostly tipsy people, was your person. Your eyes did another scan of the room, looking for any signs of your friends. Instead of your friends though, your eyes found a boy. He was on the couch, surrounded by a group of beautiful girls vying for his attention. It made sense because he was gorgeous, prettier than anyone you’ve ever seen probably. His gaze shifted to you and you felt weak in the knees. Shaking your head and looking away, you took a deep breath and made your way to the door.

Beomgyu excused himself from the girls and made his way towards where you were. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was nervous but he knew he had to make a move. When he got up though, he saw that you were gone. He panicked for a moment, realizing that he might have missed his opportunity. However, he quickly regained his composure, telling himself that he wouldn't let you slip away that easily. Beomgyu maneuvered his way through the crowd, looking around the room frantically for any sign of you, but you were nowhere to be found. The ache in his chest settled, but now it was replaced by his heart pounding, full of disappointment.

You got back to your apartment not too long after you left the party, quickly texting your friends and telling them that you went home. The ache dissipated as soon as you stepped out of the house. Your soulmate was at that party, but all you could think about was the boy you locked eyes with.

Days passed and you still couldn't get the boy from the party out of your head. His image kept flashing before your eyes, making it hard to focus. You weren't sure what it was about him that had you so captivated. Maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to light up when they met yours or the way he carried himself with an air of confidence that made you weak in the knees. Whatever it was, you wanted to see him again. The concert is tomorrow and the label called you earlier today, inviting you to come. You already made up your mind though, way before they called.

Beomgyu couldn’t get you out of his mind. Even after he went back to his group of girls at the party, you were all he could think about. Days had passed since the party and he tried looking for you on campus. He was completely distracted, even messing up during rehearsal for their concert tomorrow. As he walked back to his dorm room, Beomgyu couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment. He was sure he missed his chance with you, and he knew he couldn't let that happen again. He needed to see you again. Maybe you’ll be there tomorrow. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try. This was unfamiliar to him, usually he was the one being sought after and he let girls come to him. Not the other way around. But you, something was pulling him to you, something inside him was saying "Go talk to her."

The next night came and Beomgyu was determined to perform his heart out. He knew it was a long shot that you would be there, so he tried to focus solely on the performance. As soon as the band started playing, Beomgyu felt a wave of emotion come over him. It was like his heart was speaking through the music, telling a story of longing and desire. He sang with all his heart, every note ringing true. The song Lyric wrote couldn't be more perfect, and Taehyun and Kai were feeding off of Beomgyu's and the crowd's energy. The crowd went wild, cheering loudly, and were full of awe at the lyrics of their new single. But amidst all the noise and excitement, Beomgyu's eyes were searching the crowd for you. You were nowhere to be found and his heart sank, but only for a split second. The lights were flashing, the crowd was still screaming and he felt alive. The audience yelled their approval and the show was over before they knew it.

Beomgyu walked off stage after Kai and Taehyun, feeling a complete rush of adrenaline. As he walked backstage, he couldn't help but scan the crowd again, hoping for a glimpse of you. However, you were still nowhere to be found. Beomgyu's heart sank once more, but he knew he had to keep it together. He couldn't let his disappointment show, especially in front of his fans. After the concert, they were all signing autographs and taking pictures, flirting around to see who they'd take back to their dressing rooms. Beomgyu tried his best to keep his cool, sexy rockstar image up, but he didn't feel like taking some random girl back this time. His heart just wasn't in it. He sent a quick look to Taehyun and Kai, who looked at him surprised but still nodded back, and he left without another word, leaving the girls who were killing for their chance with him confused.

The song you wrote for them became a huge hit and the label called you again, wanting you to write another one for them. You couldn’t deny how much your heart skipped a beat when they said the members were requesting it personally. You told the label that you would love to, however after you agreed to one more song, their request quickly changed from one to enough songs for a full-length album. They didn’t let you respond before they hung up on you, your mouth still hanging open in shock. Sighing you closed your eyes, trying not to panic because you knew you had more than enough lyrics written, but they were just that- lyrics.

Opening your eyes, you went to your room, retrieved your laptop, and looked up the band. You thought you should at least know their names and what they looked like if you were going to be writing their next album. You also wanted to hear what the final, produced version of your song sounded like. You looked up their band name and the title of your song first, playing the audio version. Your eyes widened at the sound of a deep, smooth voice starting the song, goosebumps forming along your arm. You assumed this was the lead singer, his voice sending shivers down your spine as the song continued. When it came to an end, you were left in awe, they did your words justice and you felt proud. Shaking yourself out of it, you looked up the band name next and their group picture made your heart stop. There he was, right in the middle of the trio, the boy from the party. Pictures didn’t do him justice, you concluded. The more pictures of them you went through, you found yourself looking at him more than the other two. Not on purpose, your eyes just naturally gravitating to him. Your heart was racing again like the night you saw him for the first time.

However, the ache in your chest suddenly reminded you of your soulmate and you went from feeling awestruck to guilty in mere seconds. Was it possible to feel attraction to someone that wasn’t your soulmate? Or maybe he was your soulmate… You didn’t know and you were confusing yourself.

Shaking your head to snap out of it, you clicked through a few links. The members' names were Kai (whom you already met by chance), Taheyun, and Beomgyu. Kai played drums and sometimes sang, Taehyun played the keyboard and sang, and Beomgyu played guitar and was the lead singer. You couldn't help but feel drawn to Beomgyu. You chastised yourself for even thinking about him this much. You had a soulmate, for crying out loud. You closed your laptop and lay back on your bed, trying to clear your head. But every time you closed your eyes, you saw Beomgyu's face and heard his voice singing your words.

Beomgyu was still feeling the adrenaline from the show last night even though it's morning now. It felt like an eternity since he stepped off stage yet he could still remember every moment in perfect detail - every reaction from the crowd, every part of himself he gave in each song. The label was pleased with the reaction to the new single and said they were thinking about making Lyric the official new songwriter. Beomgyu couldn't believe it. He knew that they had something special with the song Lyric wrote, but for the label to consider bringing her on as their official new songwriter was a dream come true. He knew he had to meet her, to thank her personally for the magic she brought back to their music. His mind then shifted from Lyric to you. He wished you showed up last night. He was all over the place, he felt drawn to both you and Lyric, and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

The semester ended not long after, and you and Beomgyu welcomed the reprieve. During the break, you composed songs for the band's next album, communicating with the label only through your alias "Lyric" and over the phone. The label was awestruck with your gift and offered you a job to be the band's official songwriter in exchange. You accepted without hesitation since this was practically your wish come true. And so that's how you secured a permanent job, all the while hoping your second semester wouldn't be as hectic as the first.

Beomgyu spent his break trying to clear his head. He couldn't stop thinking about you and Lyric. It was like he was being pulled in two different directions, each one equally tempting. He couldn't decide who he was more drawn to, and he was starting to feel guilty about it. He had never felt this way before. He was a rockstar, he was confident and in control. But now, he felt lost and confused. They had two shows over the break and he found solace in the usual flashing lights and screaming fans. But it didn't last too long.

He and his friends also started recording the songs for their new album, most of them being written and composed by Lyric. Beomgyu couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement every time Lyric's words were sung. They were all so raw and emotional, and they fit the band's style perfectly. They fit him perfectly, and it never failed to surprise him, how understood he felt. He found himself constantly thinking about her, wondering who she was and what she looked like. He wanted to tell her how much the songs meant to him, how they made him feel alive and understood. But he couldn't. He didn't even know who she was.

When you arrived on campus the following Monday, it marked the beginning of the second semester. You didn’t expect to see Beomgyu sitting under a tree by the lake with his guitar. You went the entire first semester without seeing him once.

“What was he doing here so early?” you thought to yourself, watching the way his fingers gently strummed at the guitar. You couldn't help but smile at the way his fingers moved effortlessly over the strings. He was so focused, and so passionate, and it was beautiful to watch. You couldn't bring yourself to go over there like you originally planned, so instead, you decided to leave him be and simply admire him from afar for a little before leaving. While walking back to the main area of the campus, the warm feeling was still present from your dream, so you brought your mind back to your soulmate. The dreams still occur every night and from what you can remember from last night, your soulmate has been feeling a mixture of things. Most of all though, he was confused, just like you.

As the week went by, you couldn't help but think about Beomgyu. You've been seeing him more on campus lately, in the library, in the cafeteria, in between classes. He was either with his bandmates or surrounded by girls, and an obnoxious smirk took over his pretty face most of the time. You tried to push him out of your mind, but it was like he was always there, lurking in the back of your thoughts.``It's just because he's so pretty." You kept trying to remind yourself, also recalling the one time you heard him open his mouth, his words making your eyes roll. You had a soulmate, and that was all that mattered. Your soulmate was perfect to you, perfect for you, and he wasn't an obnoxious rockstar who thought he was better than everyone.

You tried to avoid him as much as possible, but fate seemed to have other plans. One day, while walking to your next class, you accidentally bumped into him, your lyrics and sheet music flying out of your hands and scattering across the hallway.

"I'm so sorry," you said, bending down to pick up your things.

"It's fine," Beomgyu said softly, crouching down to help you. As your hands brushed briefly while reaching for the same paper, a spark went off and that warmth spread throughout your entire body, you looked up at him, surprised. He didn't give you a single look though, but even that didn't diminish your surprise.

At that moment, you knew. You found him. Beomgyu was your soulmate.

You tried to shake off the feeling to remain calm and gather your papers, but Beomgyu’s touch lingered on your hand, sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him again, and he met your gaze this time. You could see the surprise and confusion in his eyes as well.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the noise in the hallway.

You nodded, unable to speak. You knew exactly what he was talking about. The warmth, the spark, the connection. It was unmistakable.

"I've been looking for you," he admitted, his eyes not leaving yours.

When he finally acknowledged you, his eyes were full of surprise. It was you, the beautiful girl from the party, the one he couldn’t get out of his head. His world felt like it finally aligned again, the warmth he would feel every morning, was present now while he was in front of you. The mark on his arm tingled, as if reminding him that it was there. He looked at the papers he picked up for you, “(y/n)” he read to himself, “so that was your name.” He then remembered that the mark on his arm was of a pen.

"Wait, are you a composer?" He asked, eyes widening in realization.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Beomgyu was your soulmate? The obnoxious rockstar who you'd been trying to avoid since the semester started, was the one you were meant to be with? It didn't make any sense. But as you looked into his eyes, you knew it was true. The way he looked at you, the way he touched your hand, it was all too real. And it felt right. The connection between you was too strong to ignore. But you can’t do this right now. Instead of answering him, you hurriedly took your papers from him and walked off in the opposite direction, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

You found yourself in a space between two buildings outside. Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t breathe. After you calmed down, you closed your eyes, your head leaning back and gently hitting the wall. You were mad at yourself first of all. Mad for judging him without even talking to him. You knew your soulmate, but you didn’t know Beomgyu. You thought you didn't want to know Beomgyu. But now you did. And it scared you. You didn't know how to handle it. It was like everything you thought you knew was turned upside down. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes, knowing that you had to face him eventually. You couldn't ignore your soulmate. You couldn’t stay on campus right now either, so you blew off your classes and went back to your apartment.

Beomgyu stood there, shocked. You ran away from him. His shock was replaced by confusion and then by longing — a need to figure out what everything meant. You clearly knew something based on your reaction, but he didn’t know much. What he did know was that he liked how he felt with you, like it was comfortable and exciting all at once. He liked the way his heart raced when he looked into your eyes, the way his skin tingled when he touched your hand, the way everything just clicked into place. Instead of classes, he went back to his dorm, he wasn’t going to get anything out of you right now so he had to do some research of his own.

As you walked into your apartment, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. You needed to clear your head and figure out what to do next. It also wasn't fair to leave Beomgyu hanging like that, he probably had a lot of questions. You sat down on your bed and closed your eyes, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. It was all too much to process, and you needed to sort everything out. You remembered the different types of soul links your mom told you about, trying to piece together everything that linked you and Beomgyu. You couldn’t do this by yourself, you needed him. You always needed someone like him, but right now, you needed him because you both had to put this together.

When Beomgyu got to his dorm, he went to his room and took out his laptop. He started to research all the things he’s been feeling and the mark on his arm. He came to the conclusion that he had a soulmate. You. You were his soulmate and you had to have known that. He was one of the very few to have a soulmate and he found you. He couldn't believe it. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. But then he realized that you ran away from him earlier. He didn't know why, but he knew he had to find you. He needed you, he felt as if he always needed you, but right now, you two needed to talk.

That night you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You tossed and turned in bed, trying to quell the butterflies that seemed to be dancing in your stomach. You knew all about him, and he probably didn’t know a thing about you, not even your name. Did he get the same ache in his chest you did? Did it turn into that warm feeling when he woke up too? Did he have dreams like you? If he’s your soulmate, what was he so distressed about that one time? All these questions and more swirled around in your head. One thing you knew for sure though, you wanted to be there for him, always.

He couldn't stop thinking about you either. He wanted to know everything about you, your hopes, your dreams. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh when you were feeling down, the one to hold you close when you were feeling alone. He wanted to be there for you, always. That was the one thing he was sure about amidst all the confusion.

You woke up early the next morning, not having slept much to begin with. You stretched out your arms, feeling a satisfying ache course through your body. You didn't have a dream last night, which you expected, but it didn't stop you from waking up feeling warm and fuzzy inside. The first coherent thing on your mind was Beomgyu. You needed to see him today, no matter what. Even though you had no classes today, you were still going to campus to look for him. You knew exactly where to go. You just hoped he had the same idea.

Beomgyu woke up early the next morning. He stretched his arms wide, letting out a yawn that reverberated through his chest. Placing a hand on his heart, he recalled yesterday's events, a smile blooming across his face at the thought of you. You were all he could think about now and he needed to see you again. Despite having just one class today, something pulled him towards the lake this morning. The scent of fresh dew coated the grass beneath his feet as he walked down the dirt path, still quiet in these early morning hours. Birds chirped overhead as he approached the sparkling waters of the lake. The surface rippled gently in tune with the slight breeze. A sense of calm washed over him as he took in the beauty before him, he took his place under the big tree he always sat under and started to strum at his guitar.

As you walked towards the lake, you could hear the sound of a guitar in the distance. You smiled to yourself, knowing that it was Beomgyu. You could see him sitting under the big tree by the lake, strumming. Beomgyu noticed you and paused his playing, looking up at you with a small smile. You felt your heart skip a beat as his eyes met yours, the same way they did at the party. You quickly looked down, feeling a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Beomgyu cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Good morning," he said, his voice smooth and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked up at him and smiled.

"Good morning," you replied softly.

"What are you doing here so early?"

Beomgyu chuckled, closing his guitar case.

"I come here sometimes to practice," he said, standing up.

"It's peaceful here, isn't it?"

You nodded. You felt comfortable around Beomgyu.

"I agree," you said softly.

"It's my favorite place on campus."

“Mine too.”

"Beomgyu," you said softly, your heart racing and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Can we talk?"

As you stood there, waiting for his response, you heard footsteps approaching. You opened your eyes and saw Beomgyu standing in front of you.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to scare you off."

You looked up at him, feeling a mix of emotions.

"No, I'm sorry for running away earlier. I just needed some time to process everything."

"It's okay," he said quickly.

"I understand. I've been doing some research myself, and I think I know what's going on."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You weren't alone in this.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"I think we're soulmates," he said simply, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You couldn’t help but smile too. You were glad he figured it out. You reached out to gently grasp his hand and intertwine your fingers, sparks shooting up your arm more intense than yesterday.

“We are.” You confirmed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Beomgyu's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden sparks that shot up his arm. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as he looked into your eyes. He had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before. It was like you were meant to be together.

"I can't believe it," he whispered, pulling you closer to him. "We're soulmates."

You felt a rush of electricity through your body at his touch. You had never felt so safe and secure with anyone before. It was like everything in your life finally made sense. You leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace.

"I've been dreaming about you," you admitted, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you.

Beomgyu pulled back slightly, looking at you with a gentle smile. He held out his arm to you, and a small gasp left your lips. On his arm was a small mark, it was shaped like a pen.

“Can you see it?” He asked, “When I showed my friends my arm, they couldn’t see anything.” He continued and chuckled softly.

“They thought I was crazy and had some sort of sixth sense or something.”

“I can see it.” You reached out to touch the pen mark on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips.

Beomgyu shuddered at your touch, feeling the sparks fly between you. You felt them too, and you knew that this was real, that he was the one for you.

“You probably have a lot of questions,” you said and looked up at him, letting your fingers trail down his arm to take his hand in yours again.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes fixed on you. He had so many questions he wanted to ask you, but at that moment, all he wanted was to be close to you, to hold you in his arms, and never let go.

"I do," he said softly, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "But right now, all I want is to be with you. Is that okay?"

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell with affection.

"It's more than okay," you said, leaning into him. "I want to be with you too."

Beomgyu's eyes sparkled with happiness at your words. He felt like he was on top of the world, with you by his side.

"Let's go for a walk," he said, taking your hand and leading you down the dirt path that ran alongside the lake.

You walked hand in hand, enjoying the quietness of the morning. Birds chirped overhead, and the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over everything in sight. You felt the warmth of Beomgyu's hand in yours, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment.

As you walked, Beomgyu told you all about the research he had done on soulmates the night before. He had read countless books and articles, trying to understand the strange things he was experiencing. You listened intently, fascinated by the depth of his knowledge on the subject and by him in general. You answered any questions he had and told him all about your parents. You two realized the depth of your bond. You shared talents, he was the reason you could play guitar and you were the reason he could sing. The dreams, after you met Kai and he mentioned the two of you to each other vaguely, it was like a bridge. Every night since then, Beomgyu visited you in your dreams, where you got to learn about him. Now he knows why he would wake up feeling like he just came back from somewhere. The mark appeared on his arm the same day you woke up from having your first dream. The pen was because you were a songwriter and only him and his soulmate, you, could see it.

"So what do we do now?" you asked, stopping to take in the view of the lake.

The water shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting the beauty of the world around you.

"I think we should just take it one day at a time," Beomgyu said, standing beside you.

"We don't need to rush anything. We have all the time in the world."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You didn't want to rush anything either. You just wanted to enjoy this moment, to be with Beomgyu and feel the sparks between you.

As you walked along the lake, hand in hand, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special. You had found your soulmate, and you were going to do everything in your power to keep him close.

"Thank you for being here with me," you said softly, looking up at him. "I'm happy I found you."

Beomgyu's eyes softened, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. You felt the warmth of his lips, and your heart swelled with adoration.

"I'll always be here," he said, pulling you close. "No matter what. You're kind of stuck with me now," he added and both of you giggled softly.

Your hand was still in his, and you didn't want to let go. You never wanted to let go.

“You have a class you said?” you asked him.

He nodded. “ It’s the last thing on my mind though,” he said and gently nudged your shoulder.

You blushed and giggled at him again, "Can I walk you to your class?"

"Of course, you can," Beomgyu replied, smiling down at you. "I'd love that."

Together, you made your way to the music department, taking your time as you walked hand in hand. You couldn't help but feel happy and content, knowing that you had Beomgyu by your side.

As you walked him to his class, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. He knew that he was going to cherish every moment he had with you.

You reached Beomgyu's classroom after some time, and you stopped outside the door and turned to face him.

"I'll see you soon," he said, before turning and entering the classroom.

You stood outside the door, watching as he disappeared inside. You couldn't help but feel excited about what the future held for the two of you. You knew that you were meant to be together, and you couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead. As you turned to leave, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned back to see Beomgyu standing in front of you, a small smile on his lips.

"I almost forgot something," he said,

You felt his hand on your back, bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a hug. It was innocent, just a hug, but you felt like you were floating on air. When you pulled back, Beomgyu placed a hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes.

"I'll see you soon," he said again, before turning to enter the classroom. You watched him go, feeling your heart flutter. You stood there for a few moments more, just taking in the moment before you finally turned and started walking home.

It had been a few months since that day, but the memory still stayed with you in your mind often. You and Beomgyu had grown so much closer over those months, learning more about each other every day. You both spent more time together - going for walks in the park, exploring new places, or just cuddling up under a blanket watching movies at his dorm. He was your best friend now, your other half, the love of your life and he made every day brighter. Every time you were together, it felt like magic – like all of your dreams were coming true. You both shared something special that could never be broken: your souls connected by music and love.

One day, as you sat in Beomgyu's dorm room, strumming his guitar while he sang along softly, you looked up at him and thought about how lucky you were to have found him. He was everything you had ever wanted in a person and more. You couldn't imagine your life without him. There was something you still haven't told him though. You were struggling to tell Beomgyu that you were Lyric, the songwriter his band was always praising. Every time he and the others talked about her, you could feel your heart flutter. You wanted to tell him but something held you back; all the songs you wrote for them had been about him or inspired by him and you wanted to tell him that was why he felt so understood.

You took a deep breath, setting the guitar aside as you turned to face him. Beomgyu looked at you curiously, his eyes shining.

"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up slightly.

You took another deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was something you had been meaning to tell him for a while, but you had always chickened out at the last minute. But now, with him looking at you with so much love and trust, you knew that it was finally time to tell him the truth.

"Beomgyu," you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

Beomgyu's gaze intensified, and he reached out to take your hand in his. You felt his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, and you took that as a sign to continue.

“I’m Lyric,” you mumbled almost inaudibly.

Beomgyu's eyes widened in surprise, and he sat up straighter, looking at you in awe.

"Lyric?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. You could feel butterflies swirling in your stomach, and you wondered what Beomgyu was thinking. Would he be mad that you hadn't told him earlier? Would he be disappointed that it was you?

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked softly, his voice gentle.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

"I didn't know how to," you admitted. "I was afraid you'd be disappointed that it was me and not some princess with magic songwriting powers or something."

Beomgyu's expression softened, and he squeezed your hand.

"I think it's incredible. I think you're incredible. You have such a gift, and I can't believe you've been writing songs for me this whole time."

You blushed. "I entered the contest and had no idea what to write. Not until I had that first dream. All my songs were written and inspired by my soulmate, which I now know is you.." you trailed off, hiding your face behind your hands.

Beomgyu chuckled, pulling your hands away from your face gently. "Why are you hiding? You have nothing to be ashamed of. I think it's amazing that you found inspiration in me, and I'm honored that you wrote those songs for our band. We couldn't have gotten this far now without you."

You looked up at him, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I'm just so relieved that you're not mad," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I could never be mad at you, my love. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and I feel so lucky to have you in my life."

"And for the record, you are a princess with magic songwriting powers," he added and you playfully pushed him.

"And another thing, I wouldn't be who I am today without you either." He said while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love for the boy in front of you.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you," you said quietly, your eyes locked with his.

Beomgyu's lips curved into a smile. "Well, you've found me now, and I'm not going anywhere."

You leaned in to kiss him but were interrupted by a knock at the door. Beomgyu groaned in frustration, but you both knew he had to answer it. As he got up to go to the door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. You were finally about to kiss him, and now you had to wait. This was another thing, every time you and Beomgyu were going to kiss, something got in the way. Every single time.

Beomgyu opened the door, and in walked another member of his band - Kai. You smiled when he walked in, him being you and Beomgyu’s biggest shipper. You got up from the bed, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Hi, Kai," you said sweetly.

"Hey," he replied animatedly, before turning to Beomgyu. "We've got a meeting with the label in an hour. We need to start getting ready."

Beomgyu sighed, knowing that he had to go. He turned to you, a look of apology on his face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I have to go," he said, his hand reaching out to grab yours.

You nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over you. "It's okay, Beomie. You have to go do what you have to do."

You got up from his bed and kissed him on the cheek, Kai holding his hand up for a high five which you granted. You said bye to Taehyun who was in the lounge area of their dorm and went back to your apartment. When you arrived at your apartment, you decided to take a hot shower to relax. Shower thoughts flooded your brain as you stood under the steamy water. You realize Beomgyu has never been to your apartment before, all the time you guys have spent with each other has either been at his dorm or out somewhere.

The thought of Beomgyu coming to your apartment made you feel nervous and excited at the same time. You could imagine him sitting on your couch, the two of you cuddled up under a blanket, just like you always did at his dorm. However, here there would be no interruptions. But then again, what if he didn't like your apartment?

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those negative thoughts. You knew Beomgyu wouldn't judge you like that, and even if he did, it wouldn't change how he felt about you. You dried yourself off and got dressed, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside you.

You decided to call Beomgyu to see if he was free to come over. He picked up after the first ring, and you could hear the sound of music playing in the background.

"Hey, Beomie," you greeted him, feeling a smile spread across your face. "Are you busy?"

Beomgyu chuckled on the other end of the line. "Just practicing with the band, why? What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place. Maybe tomorrow night? I know we've never hung out at my apartment before, and I thought it could be fun," you said, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could hear muffled talking in the background. Finally, Beomgyu spoke up.

"Yeah, I'd love to princess. You can give me a tour of your place and everything," he said, and you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

You felt your heart skip a beat. Beomgyu was actually coming over to your place.

"I can practically hear you smirking, pretty boy. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Beomgyu chuckled. "Sorry, sorry. I just can't wait to see your place." His voice dropped down to a low murmur. "And maybe see what other surprises you have in store for me."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. "Beomie, don't be naughty," you scolded him, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran down your spine at the thought of spending the night with him alone in your apartment.

"I can't make any promises," he replied, his voice low and sultry. "But I'll behave if you want me to."

You laughed, feeling your nerves calm down a little. "No, it's okay. I like it when you're naughty. Besides, you're still handsy even when you claim you're behaving."

Beomgyu chuckled, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "I can't help it. You bring out the naughty side in me," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I can't wait, princess," he replied, before ending the call.

The next day, you spent the day cleaning and preparing for Beomgyu's arrival. You wanted everything to be perfect for him.

When he finally arrived at your apartment, you couldn't help but feel nervous. He smiled as soon as you opened the door, making you feel at ease.

"Hey, princess," he said, pulling you into a tight hug. "You look beautiful."

You blushed, feeling a surge of happiness wash over you. "Thanks, Beomie. You look handsome as always," you replied.

"Wow, your apartment is amazing!" Beomgyu exclaimed, looking around in awe. "You never told me you had such good taste."

You giggled. “You don’t think it’s a bit..much?”

"Not at all," Beomgyu replied, walking over to you and taking your hand. "It's just like you, beautiful and perfect."

You blushed and looked away, feeling a little embarrassed at his words.

Beomgyu chuckled and lifted your chin, looking into your eyes. "Don't be shy, (y/n). You should know by now how much I adore you."

You smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding you. "I do, Beomie. I adore you just as much."

"Why are you blushing? Is it cause we're finally alone with no interruptions?" he asked and playfully nudged you.

You blushed even harder at his words, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here, you didn't know what to do. You nodded, feeling the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter.

"Maybe," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

Beomgyu stepped closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Well, I have a surprise for you too," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. "What is it?" you asked, turning to face him.

Beomgyu grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked around the living room once more, “Why don’t you give me the tour of your place first?” He whispered and put his arm around you. You leaned into his touch, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“The music room is probably my favorite, I spend most of my time in there or on the balcony,” you said softly while tracing the veins along his free arm. You heard him let out a small sigh at the feeling of your touch.

“Then take me to the music room, princess. That’s where the magic happens right?” He said, lips turning upward into a smirk.

“Okay, Beomie.” You took his hand in yours and gently pulled him along, leading him to where the music room is. You led him down a hallway, stopping at one of many doors. You opened it, the familiar squeak of the hinges filling your senses with joy and you smiled up at him proudly. He stepped inside and took a look around the room you practically lived in, carefully examining each instrument on display with awe. Your heart pounded as he walked by every instrument in the room, this room was like your pride and joy. You hoped he was impressed by it.

As Beomgyu continued to look around the music room, you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself. You had worked hard to make this space your own, and it was clear that Beomgyu was impressed. You watched as he picked up your guitar, strumming a few chords before setting it back down.

"You're so talented, (y/n)," Beomgyu said, turning to face you and leaning against one of the walls.

"I had no idea you could play so many instruments. You're amazing."

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks at his compliments.

He pushed himself off from against the wall and took a seat on one of the cushioned benches, motioning for you to come over. You obliged and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap.

“Now can I listen to the songs you've been working on for the band? Or are you still trying to be sneaky and keep it hidden from me?”

“Mm, it's not finished though.” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck after being pulled into his lap.

He tightened his hold on your hips and smiled at you. “Well, I’d still rather listen to an unfinished song than nothing at all. Or are you just hiding something from me?” his smile turned into a small smirk.

“And why would I hide anything from you, Beomie?” You whispered softly and looked up to meet his eyes.

He leaned down slightly, his mouth coming close to your ear, “Maybe cause you want me to beg a little…” He whispered and let his lips linger by your neck for a little before pulling away.

“And maybe, just maybe…” he started again, taking his hand and tracing the curve of your neck.

“You think it's cute? Watching me beg..”

“And why would I make you beg me? Hm?” Your voice stayed in a whisper, and you cupped one of his cheeks.

He looked you in the eyes and grinned.

“Why would you make me beg, you ask? I don’t know… you know how I feel about you-“ he paused when he felt your hand touch his cheek.

“But who knows what you can get out of me.” He smirked and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Maybe you can make me beg for a kiss… or a little more.”

The touch of his lips to your cheek was enough to light your whole body on fire.

You shuddered lightly and moved his hair away from his face. “And what kind of person would I be if I made my soulmate beg, hm?” You asked softly.

He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as you lightly brushed his hair out of his face. This time, you leaned forward and lightly touched your lips to the corner of his. Not kissing him properly yet.

He let out a soft gasp and you watched as his lips parted slightly in shock, not expecting you to lean in. His breath got caught in his throat and he kept his gaze locked onto yours. His hands moved down from your hips to your thighs, fingers lightly digging into them, the heat of the moment getting to both of you right now.

“Beom?” You whispered, eyes flicking down to his lips.

His heart skips a beat at the soft sound of your voice.

“Yes (y/n)?” He whispered back, face now flushed and his eyes trailed downward, gaze now glued onto your lips too.

“Kiss me, please.”

He stared at you for a second, processing what you just asked. The slight shock wearing off was replaced by desirousness, and he grinned.

“With pleasure, princess.”

He leaned in while pulling you closer to him and connected your lips, finally. His eyes closed right before your lips touched, his heart hammering against his chest. The moment the gap closed between you, your eyes fluttered closed, already lost in the moment. Your arms around his neck pulled him closer, as close as he could get to you. You felt his hands trail up and down your sides, settling on your thighs once again. Your lips parted slightly, you taking the opportunity to gently bite his lower lip, bringing them back together with yours, not wanting this to end just yet.

Beomgyu's lips were soft but demanding, and they made your heart race. You felt the heat between you grow as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You granted it, allowing him to explore your mouth until you both needed to come up for air. He pulled away from you, but only enough to look into your eyes. Your faces were so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. You felt his fingers trailing up and down your thighs and his grip on them tightening.

“God, I want you (y/n),” he breathed out.

You leaned in and kissed him again, this time with more urgency. You could feel his reaction instantly as he groaned into the kiss and his grip on your thighs tightened even more. You moved your hands from around his neck to run them through his hair, tugging lightly as he deepened the kiss even more. It wasn't long before the heat between you both became unbearable and you broke the kiss, feeling breathless. You looked at each other for a moment, both of you panting slightly.

“I want you too,” you whispered, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other trailed down his chest.

Beomgyu took in a sharp breath as your hand continued to trail down his chest. His heart sped up and his mouth hung slightly open.

“Let's take this to your room," He whispered.

You nodded quickly and told him your room was the last door to the right. He lifted you up in his arms and stood up from the bench, moving quickly out of the music room with you cradled safely in his arms. Once you were both in your room, he gently laid you down on the bed. You looked up at him as he hovered above you, the desire in his eyes captivating yours and making your heart race even faster.

“Are you ready for my surprise now?” He asked, his voice soft and full of want.

You nodded at him quickly and wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and gave you a light kiss. He slowly trailed down your jaw and reached the sensitive spot behind your ear. His breath tickled and sent shivers down your spine.

You lay next to him, slightly out of breath after what just happened, and felt him press a kiss to your cheek.

“Surprise,” he said teasingly.

You rolled your eyes but giggled softly and your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. You sat up and picked up the shirt he was wearing earlier, slipping it over your head, the scent of him now enveloping all your senses.

"Was that really your surprise?" you asked him shyly.

Beomgyu had moved his head to rest on the pillow, facing you sideways, and propped up on his elbow.

He laughed at your shared bashfulness despite what you just did together, and kissed your forehead, “it was,”

He blushed and looked away from you for a quick moment, not used to this level of affection and intimacy. He looked back at you when you rested your head on your own pillow.

“This is my favorite thing to do,” he whispered, laying down properly and pulling you to his chest.

“Spending the day with you.”

Your heart sped up, from what he said, but also from the way you were currently pressed against him with your head resting against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you murmured, your eyes closing more with every word.

He smiled lovingly at you.

“Yeah? What does it sound like?”

“Like mine.”

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a/n: and that’s the end! I absolutely adore soulmate aus and Beomgyu, and I’ve always wanted to try and write one of my own. I hope you enjoyed it, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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— No Better Sight

— bo sinclair x afab!reader, 🔞,mostly just smut without plot, fluff, lowkey bodyworship, slight aftercare

— gentle degradation, unprotected, not proofread

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Bo Sinclair had never had much of an eye for beauty. Instead, he found his own art in the oil covered grime of his mechanics shop. He had little care for the appearance of anything in the rundown town he called home.

Though, at the sight before him, Bo figured it didn't take an artist to know he was the luckiest man in the world. The last golden hues of sunset crept through the decrepit curtains of his room; indescribably illuminating your figure bouncing on his near aching cock.

"Look at you go, darlin'," Bo drawls against your bruised lips. His eyes drag down your body, feasting on every curve and crevice he knows all too well. He catches your lips once more only to slip his thumb into your all too eager mouth when he pulls away. Groaning at the feel of you suck around him. "Just my sweet little slut, aren't cha' honey," His voice dropped for a moment, dripping nothing but lust and love. He allowed you to continue sucking his thumb before slowly removing it once again.

Your moans were like music to his ears and, though he loved hearing them, Bo enjoys feeling them even more. So, despite the desperation of the moment, the man before—and below—you pulled you down into a gentle kiss. His thumb gliding down the curves of your jaw, cuping his hand at your chin to keep you steady. Keep you exactly where he wanted you.

You whined at the loss for only a moment before Bo began gently circling your clit. The shock of almost painful pleasure, courtesy of Bo insisting on eating you like a man starved earlier, making you cry out and your hips stutter in their movements. Moans and chants of Bo's name flowed from your lips, trying desperately to regain your rhythm.

A groan sounds from Bo at the sight, his free hand flying to your hip to aid your desperate grind. His other only continuing its assault on your clit.

"That feel good, doll," he asks.

"Yes! Yes, please, feels so good," you move your hands to find purchase on his shoulders.

"Oh," he tilts his head to get a better look of where you connect, "I bet it does from how you're clampin' down on my cock like that." Your desperate bouncing now became a frantic grind again Bo's hand. Begging for just a little bit more friction to finally push you over that edge. Seeing how close that sweet release was to overtaking you, Bo slowed to a torturous pace.

Feeling his hands come to hold your hips almost still, you let out a pained sob into Bo's shoulder. "No—please, Bo. Please keep going." You tried to bounce again but the grip Bo held on your hips was too tight. Your hands slide to his chest, nails digging into the tanned flesh. "I'll—I'll do anything just please, keep going." Bo hadn't allowed you another moment to ask before he flipped your positions.

Bo released his grip on your hips for only a moment to settle your thighs comfortably on his scarred forearms. As he reaches to grasp your waist he growls out, "arch your back for me, honey. You know how I like it."

You comply with his command, arching your back just a little, feeling how his cock shift to his new spots inside you. The feeling making your hips now shift and buck in anticipation.

"Bo, baby, please," he shifts his weight down closer to you, "need you s'bad. Please, need your cock," you shift to steady yourself on your arms, leaning into him. At that, Bo gives a sharp, gentle thrust. Enough to have your eyes rolling and head leaning back. He chases your neck, lips kissing and sucking on the column of your throat whole building his pace.

The angle now allows you to feel him hitting deep into your soaked cunt. The sound of wet skin slapping reverberates around the room and though the sun no longer shines through the blinds, Bo can't look away. He pulls himself from your neck, watching your lips part to allow a symphony of moans to escape.

"Open your eyes, doll. I want you to look at me when you cum." You do as he says, catching his lust-blown eyes as he, again, brings a hand to toy with your clit. A sharp cry of his name slips from you while your body arches up towards his own. Arms flying around his neck to find something to hold onto.

"'m close, Bo! Please don't stop, need t' cum," you cry out. Bo quickens his pace, his fingers rubbing circles into your clit. He can't focus on anything other than the need to feel you clench around his length.

He leans his head around to hover his lips just over yours. In a low tones he drawls out, "do it, cum for me. I want you to, baby, my good girl." He stutters out more but you don't notice. The tension in your core finally giving way to an explosive climax. Your hands scramble, nails clawing at Bo's back and bicep while you float from your high.

The feeling of you clenching down on him has Bo releasing with a low growl. The sensation of him filling only aids you, nearly sending your overestimated body into a second climax. Bo's arms slowly give way, releasing your legs to the bed and gently bringing himself to somewhat lay on your heaving chest. For a time, you breathe together. Caressing the parts of the other you can reach and slowly coming back to each other.

Bo is the first to move, shifting his weight to instead lay beside you. Pulling your limp body into his arms, tucking your head gently into his chest while he slowly smoothes you hair. In your tired haze, you bring a leg to rest over his own.

"So good, honey, always such a good girl f'me." Bo brings his head to rest in your hair, placing a gentle kiss while soaking in your scent. Chuckling at the slight 'mhm' he receives in response.

He'll run a bath in the morning, but for now Bo settles in next to you. Content letting everything but you drift away, forgotten.

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prolix-yuy · 6 months

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A Gift of Light and Joy

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader "Conejita" (Plus Sized Reader)

Summary: Javi wants to spoil you, but his good intentions put you in a difficult position.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), cumming on someone, minor cum play, negative body image, toxic shopping culture, some angst, Javi is clueless about women's clothes shopping but he makes up for it.

Notes: Happiest of happy birthdays to my darling, my sweet friend, the indescribable @ezrasbirdie! I was planning to post this around November but I couldn't pass up a chance to give you a fun little Javi present. I am so lucky to know you and get to yell about stories together!

While in the two previous stories Conejita wasn't described as plus sized, I always headcanoned that she was from the start. There are a couple references to the previous stories, but you can also dive in right here! Like most stories this is me working through a few bad experiences of my own, and while Javi may be a little thick in the beginning he will get to make up for it.

Cross-posted on AO3

Continued from On the Right Flight and A Bearable Weight

“I have a surprise for today.”

Javi’s gleeful face ramps up your own excitement as he ushers you into his car.

“I thought we were going to have a picnic?” you ask as he flops into the drivers seat, curls bouncing almost as much as he is.

“That was my distraction,” he says, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. Your heart still flutters, even months after that first one at the stroke of midnight.

Dating Javi had, of course, been just as much of a step off the deep end as you thought. Even being close by now that you’re back in LA for work and he’s hobnobbing with the Hollywood elites, some days getting dinner feels like making a doctor’s appointment. Matching schedules down to the half hour, groaning when something comes up. But it’s all worth it when the stars align and he’s on your doorstep with all-encompassing hugs and breathless kisses.

At first Javi’s dates were low-key and low-stress - a day at the beach, movie nights of course - but as you got closer and closer he started to take you places that had dress codes and extravagant names. He always beamed like you were the only one in the room, but you’d been in enough spaces you didn’t belong to feel eyes and judgements skitter across your back.

You could be poised, and knowledgeable, conversational and charming, but nothing changed how you looked. Javi was always dripping in Armani, Burberry, Brioni. Your paltry wardrobe didn’t stand a chance. Every new art show or movie premiere sent you running to a department store to find a new dress (pretty girls on their rich boyfriend’s arm didn’t reuse eveningwear) and inevitably you’d be pinched or poked or squeezed into something not made for you. Long minutes spent in the bathroom wondering if Javi would notice the bra strap divot in your shoulder, or the dark lines of seams pressed along your skin. Pretending you enjoyed slipping into a silk robe every time you spent the night was more palatable than the embarrassment of wriggling out of shapewear in front of him, or refusing to let him undress you in case a zipper pulled too tightly.

Unfortunately, you didn’t hide your discomfort as well as you imagined. Sometimes you caught Javi’s concerned look when the built-in corset made you squirm in your seat, or when you winced at the chafe of your heels.

So when he parks his car on Rodeo Drive he’s the picture of pride and sunshine. You, on the other hand, leave your stomach on the sidewalk behind you.

“I wanted to do something special,” he’s saying, muffled words bubbling up as your feet trudge to a gleaming glass door. There’s security inside, sales people scattered around holding hangers up to discerning buyers. “And before you say anything about money, I don’t want you to look at a single price tag.” Javi turns your face to him with a gentle nudge, breaking your doom stare through the glass. “I want to spoil you a little. You never let me spoil you.” His pout brings a little smile to your face, dipping in to kiss him.

“We can do anything Javi. I don’t need things,” you try to deflect, hoping you can convince him away from the inevitable rejection you’ll receive inside.

“Just one time?” he asks again, soft brown eyes imploring you. How could you say no?

“Okay,” you breathe out, steeling yourself for the worst as Javi beams back at you.

“I thought this place would match what you like,” he says as two suited doormen guide you inside. It flutters your heart. He’s right, you’ve always liked this designer’s silhouettes and styles. It’s exactly what you’d choose…if you were several sizes smaller.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” a small-framed woman with black plastic glasses and a bouncy ponytail asks. She’s dressed head to toe in the designer’s current collection, sleek black throughout with stylish red earrings that dangle down her neck. Her smile isn’t as cold as you might expect. You’d heard horror stories of snide sales people practically insulting clients to get them to spend more.

“Yes, Gutierrez,” Javi offers smoothly, placing a grounding hand on your lower back. “For my girlfriend.” You shoot him a lopsided smile. He doesn’t get the chance to say it often, but when he does you love the way girlfriend rolls off his supple lips.

“Ah, yes, miss…” the sales woman begins, letting you offer your name. You catch a fleeting look of concern cross her face. Her cheek sucks in like she’s chewing on it, smile still bright but eyes more cautious.

“My name is Melanie, if you’d like to follow me to your consultation space,” she says, leading you and Javi to a curtained-off partition with several chairs, a changing room and a pedestal that makes your stomach flip.

“So what are you here to find today?” Melanie asks. Javi settles in a chair, spreading his knees and leaning back so sexily you can almost forgive him for the anxiety pumping through your veins.

“Whatever my Conejita desires,” he says, and you’re torn between smacking or straddling him. Melanie turns her attention to you and you wrack your brain.

“I guess…a dress would be nice?” you say. Javi reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, adoration so clear in his eyes. He truly has no idea it’s the most likely to have ease in the sizing. You might make it out with one and blame it on not wanting to overspend. Javi would get his wish, and you would make it out with most of your ego unscathed. Win-win.

Melanie leads you out of the space and into the clothing racks. The choices are sparse, a few items hung per rack in an exclusivity motif. As soon as you’re out of earshot she starts chatting.

“Your boyfriend is very sweet to be treating you today.”

You hum and nod, chewing the inside of your lip. Some of the pieces are very pretty, flattering cuts and classic shapes, but none of the silhouettes look large enough for you.

“Does he…do this often?” Melanie asks carefully, and when you look at her you see an understanding that soothes you ever so slightly.

“First time.”

“A surprise.”

“Yeah, pretty big one.”

Melanie smiles at that, arms wrapped around an iPad. Her nails are very pretty tapping against the device.

“Let’s take a look back here,” she says, leading you off the main floor and further into the store. The racks are fuller back here, but not nearly enough to make you think success is within reach. Your chest tightens, but you put on a cheery smile when Melanie turns back to you.

“Men are just…so thick sometimes,” she sighs, and the sharp change makes you bleat out a laugh. “I’m sure Mr. Gutierrez has the best intentions in mind…”

You nod and finish her sentence.

“...but you don’t have anything here for me.” Her hands clutch at the tablet again, going white around the knuckles.

“We might have a few things, but they’ll be simpler. Not like the current collection.”

“Simple is fine,” you rush to say, her smile making your own come to the surface.

“Okay, let me go digging. I think we can make it work. I’m…” She pauses to clear her throat, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry this isn’t fun. I hate it. I just want everyone to feel happy in their clothes, not…left out.”

You turn your comfort to her, squeezing her shoulder.

“I appreciate you trying to help.”

Melanie scurries off to the backroom, leaving you on the bustling floor with ten other women who could slip into anything off the rack no problem. Weaving aimlessly, you peruse the dresses. Each one holds promise, which only makes it more disappointing when the tag numbers run too small. But you’re keeping positive, searching for Melanie’s bouncing ponytail returning with anything. You’d gush over a mumu.

“Excuse me,” comes over your shoulder, and you turn to another sales woman hovering expectantly behind you. Her brow is lifted high, barely waiting for you to shift before tugging a garment off the rack. She turns quickly, but in the split second before you see it. That stomach-dropping look that screams good luck slathered in sarcasm. Your throat clenches, hands coming to your middle and you wish you could just collapse into yourself like a dying star.

“Fuck this,” you whisper, tears shining in your eyes as you hurry back to the consultation space. You’ll tell Javi you have a headache, that you’re too hungry to shop right now, anything to convince him to get the hell out of here.

“Cone…” he says as you burst in, snatching up your purse and steeling your voice. The sunshiney excitement trades quickly for concern. “What is wrong? I promise the cost…”

“Actually, I don’t really…I don’t…” You try to get out your white lies with an even tone but when Javi cups your face in his large hands your composure crumples. A fat tear breaks rank and rolls down your face, Javi’s eyes widening with shock.

“Conejita, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” His eyes darken a fraction. “Did someone say something to you?”

Your heart skips a beat, which you blearily file for later introspection. Resting your head on his shoulder, he envelops you in his arms. Orange peel and musk surrounds you, Javi’s soothing hands traveling up and down your spine. When your breaths stop warbling you pull back, wiping your face.

“I’m sorry…” you start to say, but Javi moves you to sit. He drops to a kneel, clasping your hands in your lap.

“No, Conejita, you are not apologizing for one second. What has upset you? Was it someone out there?” When you shake your head, his eyes soften. “Was it me?”

“Oh Javi,” you sign, squeezing his hands. Your lashes are still wet with tears, but you can see his dread so clearly. “I really appreciate this, all of it. I’m sure it’s flattered lots of people before. But I’m…me.” You release a big breath, the pain of keeping all your anxieties in finally easing. “I can’t shop at places like this, Javi, I don’t…they don’t make clothes like this for people my size.”

Javi’s concern smashes into confusion.

“But they must have seamstresses in the back. They take your measurements, no? Find an acceptable piece and tailor it?”

The laugh you bark out is watery but it does raise the corners of your lips.

“Men have it so easy,” you bemoan. “I think the closest size I saw was still in the single digits. And even then, the numbers rarely mean anything.” Javi’s confusion only deepens.

“But how do you know what to buy? Surely the measurements are the same. Inseam, waist, sleeve length, how can it be so different?”

“Javi, I’m rarely the same size at the same store.”

Javi sputters. “That’s madness. How does anyone put up with that?”

You giggle lightly, the tears finally receding. “I just go to the department stores. More variety, more sizes. No pushy sales people. Though Melanie is really nice.”

“But you are still uncomfortable,” he says, stroking his thick thumbs along the back of your hands. “I did not want to say anything, but I noticed. You do not seem to feel good in the nice things you wear.”

You shrug. “It’s not perfect, it’s just…easier.”

His eyes implore up at you. “I wanted you to feel good with me.” Your heart patters, Javi’s face falling. “But I have made it worse. Please forgive me, Conejita, I truly did not know this would be so painful.”

You pat Javi’s cheek and give him a quick kiss. “I know, Javi. I know you didn’t mean for it to be.” A tap on his nose makes him smile. “But next time, when the lady doth protest too much, maybe listen?” Javi’s cheeks pink as he nods.

“Shakespeare has always been wiser than me,” he jokes as he helps you back to your feet. He leads you back to the front of the store with one hand on your back, and for a few seconds you do feel like the most beautiful person in the room. Women looking at you in awe, Javi’s fingers pressing in a way that’s subtly possessive. You could be lady Godiva riding a Shetland pony and not feel a lick of shame when he looks at you like that.

“Mr Gutierrez!” Melanie calls as she hurries up to the front to intercept. Her hands are empty, which is a relief.

“Thank you for your help, I just don’t think there’s anything for me here,” you say in a practiced tone that makes Javi pull you closer and Melanie’s eyebrows knit in the middle. She nods, extending a folded piece of paper to Javi.

“I’m sorry they didn’t have something for you today,” she says, and Javi takes the proffered paper. He leads you out of the store and into the fresh sunlight of the street. Unfolding it, he raises an eyebrow then secrets it away in his jacket pocket.

“What was that about?” you ask, tucking your arm into his elbow. He shakes his head.

“Nothing important. What is important is going to get some lunch, then we are going driving with the top down and dinner at my place after.”

“Javi…” you say with a little warning, but he tuts at you as his long stride pulls you down Rodeo drive.

“I know, I know what you will say, but bear with me because I am learning how to love you the right way. Today was not so good, but I would like to try and make it better.” He slows down when he catches your wide eyes and dazed smile. “What? What have I said now?”

“That you love…” the last words disappear on the wind as Javi’s smile crinkles his eyes.

“Of course, Conejita. Dios mio, of course I love…I love you,” he rushes out, barely able to finish before crashing his lips into yours. Wide palm cupping your head, you couldn’t care less that you’re making pedestrians part around you. Javi loves you, even if he’s a little clumsy about it. But when someone wants to learn to love you the right way…how can you not love every atom of them back?

The following weekend finds you in one of the lesser-used rooms in Javi’s house, sitting on a chair by the window. He deposited you there with a cappuccino and a promise to wait, so now you’re doing just that. Javi does love surprises, but you never expected Melanie to walk in the door.

“Oh my god, hi,” you manage to get out, standing up to shake her hand but are treated to a tight hug instead. She looks brighter, lighter than the last time you saw her, black ensemble traded for a pale blue button-up and floral patterned pants.

“Javi told me it was a surprise, and I want it on the record that after this one he’s not allowed any more!” You sit across the little cafe table from her with visible confusion.

“I am a bit…lost…as to the surprise,” you giggle out nervously, which has Melanie opening a smart black bag and taking out folios and fabric swatches.

“I’ve been trying to get my stylist business off the ground and…” She pauses for a moment before making genuine eye contact. “And if there’s anything I was meant to do, it’s find people clothes that make them happy. So I offered him my services and he’s…well, he’s been very generous.”

Pride swells in your chest. So Javi.

“So what we’re going to do today is figure out what you like, don’t like, colors, styles, and then I’ll start building your wardrobe. Sound good?” Melanie’s smile is contagious.

“Sounds amazing.”

You don’t quite understand every step of the process. At one point she drapes color swatches on your chest like a bib and you can’t help but giggle. But it’s fun, maybe for the first time you can remember. She writes down that you hate side-seam zippers and skirts cut above the knee. That you love color but not too garish. And when you catch Javi pacing outside the glass door to the patio, peeking in anxiously every five minutes, your smile softens. She probably doesn’t write that part down. That’s written on your face.

You can’t stop twirling in the mirror, inspecting from every angle. You try to scrutinize, but you can’t find a single thing wrong.

It’s perfect.

After the wardrobe cleanout, the basics overhaul, and the lengthy plan Melanie made, she asked a thrilling question.

“What’s the first piece you’d like me to find?”

“I’ve always wanted a little black dress,” you replied, and her smile almost eclipsed her face.

“I have the perfect one in mind.”

She wasn’t kidding. It’s full and flouncy, smoothing in all the places you normally criticize and accentuates your figure in the best ways. The fabric is sumptuous under your fingers, just the right weight without dreaded sheerness. You can imagine yourself with hair done up, your favorite lipstick, Javi’s hand on your lower back, that possessive glint in his eyes. All of the excitement makes you spin three more times, the room tilting briefly before you catch Javi standing in the doorway.

“Hey!” you call out breathlessly, smoothing the skirt again. “It’s the first thing Melanie’s sent over. I…oh my god, I love it so much.” You turn to look in the mirror again, and in the reflection you see Javi’s mouth parted, eyes dragging over you. His fingers are rubbing together at his sides and…is he clenching them?

“She took everything I said and just found the most perfect dress.” Your thumb catches in the fabric and you spin back around to gasp, “And it has pockets!”

You’ve barely taken your hands out of them when Javi is on you, all greedy mouth and firm hand on the back of your head. His tongue demands on your lips, slipping inside when you gasp for him. Arm banding around your back, he steadily walks you backwards towards the bed.

“Conejita, mi amor, eres tan hermosa,” he pants, his wandering hand settling on your ass and squeezing. It crackles between your thighs, white-hot arousal at how he holds you. Javi has always been generous in bed, and highly competent, but this is a side of him you haven’t seen. Maybe briefly when he asked you if someone bothered you at that awful boutique store.

Before you can rationalize anything further he guides your hips down to the bed, teetering on the edge. He quickly drops to his knees and dives his hands under the skirt, sliding one knuckle along the seam of your pussy.

“Javi…” you squeak out, but his touch leaves to curl around your underwear and yank them down your legs. The rip of a seam makes arousal gush between your legs, spreading them instinctually. He licks his lips before fisting your skirt above your waist and ducking down to taste you for too brief a moment. Your hips buck, teeth nipping at your inner thigh before he lifts up to kneel between your legs.

“Javi, the dress,” you caution, and with a sweeter smile he shifts his knees to make sure the fabric isn’t trapped between. When his eyes meet yours again he plants a hand by your head and laps between your lips, slow and sensual. The clink of his buckle coming undone aches deep in your core, fisting his button-up across his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Conejita, I just…cannot control myself when you look so beautiful,” he confesses as his fingers tease at your entrance. A choked whimper ekes out as he opens you up on two, pumping mercilessly into your clenching heat. He swears in Spanish into your neck, and your quiet whines grow to moans when his thick cock begins thrusting into the crease of your hip. His panted breaths start to take on a rumble, then a growl as his fingers match his shallow thrusts. Overwhelmed, you grasp at what words will make him give in.

“Javi, please, oh my god, please fuck me,” you finally manage, rocking your hips with his frantic pace.

“You’re ready for me?” he husks, your vociferous affirmations drawing his fingers out to leave you achingly empty. He slicks his cock with you, lining up and pressing just the head in before he plants his hands by your head and just…looks at you.

“Dios mio, eres una diosa,” he breathes, all of the sweet man you love. Grabbing around his wrists, you roll your hips down to sink more of him inside. He stretches you so deliciously, filling your cunt and lungs.

“Take it, Javi,” you rasp, head tossed back. “Show me I’m yours.”

Javi bites his lower lip and looks at you with a depth you crave. Infatuation and devotion and a desire so hungry you want to sate him for hours. In a dizzying flick of his wrists he now presses yours into the bed.

“Mine,” he purrs, and the snap of his hips as he buries himself flush draws a lusty cry from your lips. “My beautiful Conejita,” he grits out, grinding his hips deep to press punishingly into your g-spot. You writhe under him, legs clamped around his waist as he slides out just enough to punch back in. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Javi, yes, I’m yours,” you beg, and it’s exactly what he needs to begin fucking you earnestly, scooping his hips to drive deeper and deeper. The friction of his grind strums your clit just right to tremble around him. Pinning you with a rumble, he fucks you into the mattress until his wandering hands can’t stop from palming your breast, rolling your nipple through the fabric. The spike of pleasure urges you to meet him stroke for stroke, riding him just as hard back. He grabs your chin just firmly enough to coax more slick to coat his cock, guiding you back to his demanding mouth. He steals your breath, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and groaning when you shudder around him.

“Not going to last, mi amor,” he whispers, lacing your fingers together as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“Cum on my pussy,” you plead, and with a strung-out moan he pulls out just quick enough to cover your mound with his hot spend. It drips lewdly, sliding to gather in the crease of your thighs. His eyes are fixated on it, the brand of his lust sticky on you. Your orgasm tips over as he slides his thumb through his cum to press firmly on your clit. His name is all you can manage as pleasure laps over your skin, his touch grounding as he praises you over and over.

In the afterglow, Javi folds the length of your skirt well above the mess he made.

“I will be sure to send this to drycleaning before you want to wear it,” he says, pulling a juddery giggle from your chest. He stands oh shaky legs and you glimpse his wet cock in the vee of his open pants, realizing you just fucked like college kids so horny for each other they couldn’t even undress properly. It makes you giddy as he brings over tissues to clean up, careful not to leave any of his spend where it could stain. When he’s finally satisfied he drops down on the bed, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. Once fitted together, eyes heavy, he murmurs in your ear.

“It wasn’t the dress.”

You hum sleepily, sitting up to look into his sated face.

“You are most beautiful when you are happy,” he says, the earnestness earning him another sweet kiss.

“I am very, very happy Javi.”

He doesn’t need to tell you that he is. It’s written on his face, and in his heart.

END

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wangxianficrecs · 4 months

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Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

For our Rewind 2023, our dear followers were also able to submit Follower Recs of their favourite stories published in 2023 for you to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who shared their recs and make sure to give the authors some love!

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Lovely fic, the worldbuilding really got me hook, it is background but absolutely fascinating. -Anon

The Lines of your Soul

by athena_crikey

M, 24k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: At this point he just wants to get Lan Zhan horizontal so he can sleep off the drugs that are making him make little confused snuffling noises and ask questions like “How soft is purple?” and “Where did the moon go?” and “Why does Wei Ying smile all the time?” Lan Zhan under the influence is cute, and it makes Wei Wuxian genuinely angry because he cannot appreciate it. This is not something Lan Zhan chose, this is not even an accident, this is an intentional violation and none of the sounds or questions or wide-eyed glances Lan Zhan is giving him are his choice.

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Not an easy read, there is a lot of hurt there, but how lwj and wwx behaved in such an awful situation really got to me. -Anon

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins

by AvoOwO

M, 24k, Wangxian

Summary: There is an indescribable rage boiling within Lan Wangji's chest. Lan Wangji has often heard stories of unsuspecting travelers being taken from their camp within the night, held against their wills only to be somehow found weeks later, dead and in the most horrid of states. Stories are hard enough to read about. It is worse, he thinks, when it is Wei Ying he is here with, gagged and bound in the same way. They walk, and walk, and walk, and they do not stop.

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Lwj and wwx are just. such disasters. and I loved their jobs, especially lwj. it was a very enjoyable read. -Anon

To See You (Again)

by FrameofMind (@frameofmind6), Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

E, 84k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: A new job brings Wei Ying to London, and back into Lan Zhan's life. Many things have changed since their time in boarding school (Lan Zhan is out of the closet, arranges charcuterie boards, stocks a fine bar…), but their friendship slots right back into place like no time has passed. Wei Ying is a little perplexed by the fact that Lan Zhan apparently doesn't have any interest in dating anyone despite being an obvious catch—but hey, at least that means he doesn't have to fight anyone for Lan Zhan's time and attention. And besides, it's not like Wei Ying is in any big rush to find himself a girlfriend either. It’s all working out great!

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This story is a ton of fun and such a different and interesting concept. @danegen

Pairfire

by PaidSubscription

E, 65k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: Welcome, young cultivators, to the most important event of your lives: your Coming of Age Symposium. At dawn tomorrow, you will be assigned to your pairmate. You will then complete the following courses together. Week 1: Love Languages (core course) Week 2: Conflict Resolution (core course) Week 3: Guided Gender Selection (core course, ongoing) Week 4: Caring for Your Pairmate in Distress (elective) Week 5: Heat Week (elective) On your final day you will choose which permanent A/B/O gender is right for you. We will provide guidance as you try each of them in the coming weeks. Good luck. OR: WangXian are unexpectedly paired for a relationship course. Shenanigans, pining, gender feels and horniness ensues. With art by Beanie.

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This series was so much fun, especially watching Lan Wangji's lust for Wei Wuxian from Su She's POV. And I'm grateful the author included a second part so we can see all the bits we missed and how wangxian got together. Also lwj's competency kink for wwx's brilliance was gold. @gentil-minou

💙 The epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, WIP, Series, 57k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary part one: The (bitter) third party pov of the epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, as told from the pettiest NPC to ever exist. - - - - - A new student transferred into the university in their second year, and Su She was gleeful to see how much Lan Zhan was irritated by him from the very first day that the student (Wei something) showed up late for class with a ratty hoodie pulled up over his head and proceeded to sleep through lecture. Finally, someone else would be the butt of everyone’s jokes as they watched Wei Ying constantly try and fail to get Lan Zhan’s attention. When midterm grades came out, Su She was expecting the guy to be humiliated. That was… not what happened. Worse still, Lan Zhan was now actually turning his head to look at the guy when he spoke. And... wait, was Lan Zhan… putting his hand on the guy’s ass?! No. Su She does not accept this.

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I love historical aus and Greaser!WWX with GoldenBoy!LWJ is one we know well, butI love this fic for all the heart it has and the way it covers setting-typical homophobia. Wangxian get a happy ending and then the epilogue at the end really just made me feel all kinds of feelings about being queer. @gentil-minou

Mad about the Boy

by TriviasFolly (@triviasfolly)

M, 62k, Wangxian

Summary: It's 1954, and Lan Zhan's life would be going well if it wasn't for the charming Wei Ying. Did he say charming? He meant annyoing. If it wasn't for that smile Lan Zhan could accept the future planned for him, the job as Cheif Surgeon who returned home to a demure wife who'd cook him dinner and asking him about his day. Instead, he finds himself dreaming about something more. So when Wei Ying offers him a deal, one that would get him out of Lan Zhan's life he took it. When the evening goes wrong, Lan Zhan expects his life to be over. Instead, he finds it's just the start of a new chapter.

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The way this author made the story of the Scarlet Pumpenel fit in mdzs is, in my opinion, masterful. The arranged marriage is built on devastating misunderstanding after devastating misunderstanding, but the identity shenanigans are so fun! Other highlights include Jiang sect love and wangxian adopting not only A-Yuan but MXY as well. So much fun and an epic adventure! @gentil-minou

The Scarlet Lotus

by rainbowninja167 (@rainbowtitania)

M, 137k, Wangxian

Summary: In the years following the Sunshot Campaign, the mysterious, masked cultivator who’d defeated Wen Ruohan took on many identities: the Yiling Patriarch, leader of the Wen rebels, enemy of the Jin Sect, practitioner of wicked tricks. His true name was shrouded in mystery. He always wore a mask. He carried no sword; wore no clan colors or insignia. Clouds of resentful energy clung to him as he walked. But there was one thing that absolutely everyone agreed on: the Yiling Patriarch could not possibly be from the Jiang Sect. Or: a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life.

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Another fun and sexy fic built on misunderstandings but I love the tone of this one! There's a lot of heart in this fic along with some real world issues along with just lots of wwx love, which makes this fic something i reread again and again! @gentil-minou

With No Particular Affection

by Chrononautical (@chrononautintraining)

E, 92k, Wangxian

Summary: A prominent physicist and professor, Wei Ying has built a life for himself in Chicago. He's safe, he's happy, and he has plans for his future. Unfortunately, those plans are derailed the moment he finds out his brother is in trouble. To save the family business, it will have to be Wei Ying's life on the line. He has to marry his old high school crush, Lan Zhan.

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wangxian exploring their sexuality while getting to act their age in cloud recesses is such a wonderful premise, and I love the way this fic lets them not being good at it. Also the little excerpts from the book throughout were such fun and always made me giggle! @gentil-minou

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures

by occultings (microcomets) (@microcomets)

E, 31k, Wangxian

Part of the good place server exchange 2023

Summary: Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.” “Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?” Lan Wangji stares at him. “Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief. — During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?

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the most heartbreaking, angsty, canon setting arranged marriage au i've read so far, in the best way. We get to see things from LWJ's pov and while his actions make sense, it's still so devastating as we watch WWX be affected by it all. The happy ending makes the hurt all the better too! @gentil-minou

💙 Concord

by Deastar (@youhideastar)

T, 41k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Lan Wangji hopes, somewhat frivolously, that his betrothed might find him an acceptable companion. Neither he nor Wei Wuxian are able to bear children, so there will be no need to share a marital bed; that should make it easier for the two of them to reach a natural, comfortable equilibrium. Two strings played in harmony: this is Lan Wangji’s quiet hope, as he arranges the Jingshi to accommodate a second inhabitant. Perhaps, he thinks, they might even become friends.

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MothXian and WitchJi!!!!! The art for this au is always so lovely, and this fic fits it perfectly! The author has this gorgeous, dreamy prose that really enhances the setting and the sweetness of wangxian in this is so beautiful. @gentil-minou

light a lantern (and guide me home)

by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (@xuanxuanwo)

T, 63k, Wangxian

Summary: At first, he thinks he’s caught a bird; it’s the size of one of his palms and wrapped fully in damp feathers. As he shuffles toward the beam of light that streams through the open window, he wonders how it managed to fly into his lantern, shut the door, and latch it against the wild gales of the wind. Then, he takes a closer look, thumbing across its feathers, and realizes that they’re not feathers at all. They’re leaves. Startled, Lan Zhan shifts as gently as possible and, using the tip of his finger, parts them to reveal a body, complete with tiny limbs and a small face, all of it wrapped in the dress made from peony petals. “Oh,” Lan Zhan breathes softly, heart clenching. “Oh, what are you?” -- A thunderstorm brings tea master and herbalist Lan Zhan a companion he never knew he needed. A tale of love, loss, and letting go.

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Rockstar!WWX and Bookseller!LWJ and they are just the cutest. Notting Hill is a classic romcom and this fic fits the romcom vibe perfectly. @gentil-minou

When the Lights Come Up

by brooklinegirl

E, 50k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan's brother draws to a halt next to him, staring at the man on the other side of the counter. "Oh, it is you, isn't it?" The man, still propped against the counter on his elbow, gives Lan Huan a grin, then directs it at Lan Zhan again. "I don't know," he says. "Is it? Am I?" "You are." Lan Huan is hurrying around to the other side of the counter, a wide smile on his face, while Lan Zhan looks on, feeling more and more perplexed, like he's stepped into some alternate universe where absolutely nobody is making any sense at all. "Wei Wuxian! Lan Zhan, do you know who this is? It's Wei Wuxian!" Lan Huan is reaching for the man's hand, and he pushes himself lazily to standing, shaking Lan Huan's hand warmly. "In the flesh," he says. "You caught me." "My goodness." Lan Huan is staring at him like he's never seen a human being before in his life. "What on earth are you doing here, of all places?

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magical wangxian who adopt mo xuanyu in a setting that's written so vividly, the whole place comes alive! it's part of a larger series but it can be read alone, but most importantly the characters are so patient and kind with such great moments between them all @gentil-minou

quiet, blooming hours

by Sanguis (@bel-ennui)

T, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Fingers push through the earth, and a long lost boy takes the first gasping breath of his second life. The house of buried things has a new surprise for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#wangxian fic rec #wangxianficrecs #rewind 2023 #mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #fandom event #long post #The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #follower recs #follower rec

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kitsuneisi · 7 months

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I was in the car on my way home from the doctor's when I saw you had posted part 10. I ended up ranting and raving for the 20 minute drive to my support worker, and then some when I showed her the comics when we got home. Since I spent so much time appreciating your stuff today, I thought I would say something about it to you.

I absolutely love everything about it. I am genuinely so, so excited to see where the lore surrounding non-humans is going. I am so excited for all of this, I love all of this.

I cannot pick a single favourite thing about this, it is all too good, but I will say I did cry like a little baby when I first came across this comic because of Scar being disabled. I have never, ever seen a disabled hero who's just a disabled guy. No powers that completely negate any disability, just a type of mobility aid that is actually treated as a mobility aid.

Not to mention, Scar is the one Grian has a crush on. I do not believe I have ever seen a queer story with a disabled guy being sought-after, or just any story of a disabled person being desireable. Seeing that cute, classic 'Oh his fingers brushed mine' moment happening with a character who is like me makes me indescribably happy.

I just see so much of myself in this Scar. So, so very much. We even have similar body types, and that makes me so happy as well.

Your art has just touched me in such a beautiful, meaningful way. I just thought that I should mention it, to let you know that you have made someone so so happy.

Thank you so much.

Just as you share your experience with me I want to return the gesture

Your comment and experience was such a heartwarming and fulfilling. I've always wanted to make stories for people to feel seen and comforted, and to believe I have gotten to achieve this kind of responses truly warms my heart and gives me so much hope

Art school have convinced me that I don't really have something to offer, that I dont have anything to say or that what I do doesnt really impact in any way. So your comment truly moves me.

To have the chance to write this story with my best friend and share it with you all has truly being amazing

Thank you for hearing and seeing my art <3

#doody ask!!#i got a little emotional but thats why im an artist #i literally cried at midnight when i got the message #tkm <3

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elcpsstuff · 6 months

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S!ut! // Conrad Fisher

“I might as well be drunk in love”

a/n: I’m so obsessed with 1989 TV it’s not even funny and this song is my anthem. Please use * when saying the name because I don’t want my content to get banned ‼️ also when the text turns bold it switches to yns pov!!

warnings: toxic complex conrad, swearing, drinking, yn is a mess + delusional, small smut? if u squint :0

i’m sorry in advance..

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You didn’t plan for this to happen.

You and your family have lived with the Fishers every single summer. Steven was the oldest and Belly was the youngest. Meaning, you fell right in the middle.

For years, you had wanted Conrad. Steven and Jeremiah always made fun of you but Belly never did because she had a thing for the youngest fisher, Jeremiah.

How could you not? He was so young, and a true peice of art. You had always been the hopeless romantic of the family, Belly falling not to far behind. It was safe to say you got love sick way to quick.

And with Conrad, well, that was dangerous.

It was one of the first nights of summer, and you had decided to take a solo swim. You gathered all your things and then made your way outside and over to the pool.

You didn’t notice him at first. In fact, you dove in and let the cool water heal your body. When you rose to the surface, that’s when you saw him. A joint in his hand, and a small smirk on his face.

Your heartbeat accelerated, “Stalking me?”

He chuckled, “I’ve been out here longer if I’m correct.” His voice was teasing, and he was testing the waters. Maybe you could too.

“So, seriously? Smoking?”

Conrad rolled his eyes, “Don’t scold me like everybody else is. I don’t need a second mom.”

“Just quit, Conrad.”

He looked you in the eyes and then smirked, “What will you give me if I do?”

Your face went red. You felt your cheeks burn.

Slowly, you said, “What do you want?”

It was funny. In this aquamarine swimming pool that was filled with lights, all you ever really needed was him.

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It had been a week since you and Conrad kissed. After responding to him oh so temptingly, he couldn’t help it. He kissed you right then and there. (He jumped in the pool, first.)

Conrad didn’t know what to feel. Deep down he always knew he had some sort of feelings for you. He was shit at showing it though, but now you were in for the long run.

You were love sick. All over his bed.

Sex with Conrad Fisher was one of the best things to ever happen to you. He made you feel like a different person completely. He could be so sweet yet so, different in bed? It was indescribable.

You groaned against the pillow, digging your nails into his back, leaving tiny little scratch marks. In response he groaned and moaned into your neck. You cracked a smile.

“You alright, Fisher?” You teased.

“I’ll be asking you that soon.” He looked up at you, lips red and plump and eyes wild. He began to nip and leave marks all over your neck, and you had never felt more alive.

Sex with him showed a whole new vulnerability. He would kiss you and worship every inch of your body. How could anybody be so perfect?

It was getting harder to hide. Each time you two went at it, he left marks that were as obvious as handprints on wet cement. One time, Jeremiah even caught wind of it.

“What’s that on your neck?” He had asked one morning.

You mentally cursed yourself. You thought you had concealed most of these marks with makeup, but it seems Conrad’s love for you was harder to hide each time.

“I— um… chin burn?” You lie.

Jeremiah didn’t believe it, but he laughed anyways. “Alright, sure.”

It just became worse from there. You became lovelorn and sex with him felt like thorns. Instead of cuddling you after, he would leave you wobbling walking back to your room. It was like you were a toy, and he was getting bored of you.

Most nights you cried after. You felt used and sad. You truly thought Conrad had felt what you felt for him all these years, but maybe he was just bored. And wanted an easy grab.

Still, you found yourself in his bedroom almost every night. He would make you promises in the bed to ensure you kept coming, but nothing ever amounted to the lies he fed you.

Blindly, you were still in love with him. So you kept this a secret from everybody you loved. You didn’t want anybody, especially Belly to worry.

You’d pay the price, so he won’t.

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You had dressed up nice for this party. Just in case Conrad wanted to slip away from the crowds and have a good time with you.

Belly and Jeremiah had become very suspicious at this point. Those two were open about their new relationship all summer, and a little part of you felt jealous. You wished Conrad wouldn’t keep you like a secret.

“Are you okay?” Belly asks, handing you a beer to which you accept.

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” It was a lie. You were far from good at all. You wanted to cry and break down into your sisters arms. She was your younger sister and yet she was more stable than you at the moment.

Belly said some other things, but you were too distracted by Conrad signaling you to come up the stairs. Finally, the moment you were waiting for. You shouldn’t have been, but you simply couldn’t resist him.

As soon as you walked into the room Conrad was ripping your clothes off. You knew it was wrong, and that if anybody knew they’d probably call you that word. A sl*t.

But you know, in this moment. It might be worth it for once?

You were drunk off your ass, but nothing felt better than the art Conrad was perfecting on you. In moments like these, you almost believed it was all real. He traced your curves so calmly, and you swore you saw the light.

Conrad kissed your cheeks, and then your lips. He worked his way down to the area you so desperately wanted. He looked up at you with a smirk.

“You’re beautiful like this.”

His eyes told a story, one you were so foolish to believe.

Yes, you were drunk. But you were drunk in love.

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It’s was the day of the deb ball.

Somehow, you had convinced Conrad to come with you. Apart of you was giddy, hopeful, but things still remained the same. Conrad kept you his little secret and it pained you when he sent you to your room crying at night. You still took all this pain for him.

When they called your name, Conrad was there to escort you. He smiled at you, that beautiful smile only Conrad fisher had. Laurel and Susannah were both in tears from you and Belly.

When you curtsied for them, Conrad linked his arm with yours, and whispered, “Beautiful, as always.”

You couldn’t help but smile. No matter what, out of all the boys, he remained a gentleman.

When it came time for the escort dance, Conrad danced with you, and it all seemed so real, so genuine. Summer was ending, but maybe this didn’t have to. Maybe this could be the start of something.

When the danced ended, something changed in his face. It was like the color drained from his face.

“Con, are you—”

“Outside. We need to talk.” Before you could object he was grabbing you and pulling you away from the center of the room. Belly mouthed something to you that you couldn’t decipher.

Once you got outside Conrad paced around and then looked you in the eyes. Oh fuck.

You began to shake your head, “Don’t say it.”

“yn—”

Tears brimmed at your eyes. You couldn’t believe this.

“Is this a joke to you? My feelings? I fucking gave myself to you and now your just gonna make me forget?”

He paused, “I needed to forget about my shit and you—”

“Screw you!” You pointed your hands at him and tears streamed down your face. He looked broken, for you. He probably didn’t give a shit. Maybe he cared somewhere in his cold heart, but not enough.

Conrad inched closer to you, “I— I’m sorry.. It’s all so so complicated okay? You were there. I care about you, you know that. That night in the pool was just the wrong place but the right time.”

Those words stung, because they were true. Did you mean nothing? If it was anybody else, would he have done the same?

the wrong place but the right time.

I started to break down, falling to the bench next to me. I was sobbing, because I felt disgusting. Like an idiot.

I would never do this. This wasn’t who I was. I wouldn’t continue to give myself to someone who truly didn’t want me. I would have walked away. I knew what I was, and I was raised better than this.

Still, looking at him was hard. Because I still loved him. It was supposed to be me and him from day one. The two oldest kids, everyone saw it.

I felt his arms wrap around me and I hated it. He’s pulling me in like the nice gentleman he was.

I pushed him off me and he stumbled back a little.

“Just get away from me!” He went to speak, but I put my hand out to stop him. With a big sigh, he slowly walked away from me and back into the ballroom. His eyes were red, I saw them.

Within minutes Belly was running out to find me. When she saw me, she ran up to me and sat down next to me on the bench. The look she gave me, it was too hard. She knew it in her heart, me and Conrad.

“Yn? What’s going on?”

I didn’t say anything, and then I was sobbing in her arms. She held me like there was no tomorrow, and even though I was soaking her dress, it didn’t matter. Not to her. She knew what I was going through and I didn’t have to say it.

To say what I was, that was harsh. I wasn’t like this always, I was just twisted by the sick and harsh lies the man I claimed I had felt true love with gave me.

I thought if I was called it, it would be worth it for once. If i was drunk, I was drunk in love.

But was it? Was it worth it?

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Like i said.. i’m sorry in advance :0

let me know if you guys have any more requests!! :)

Listen to the song that inspired this fanfic here ->

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yourangel137 · 8 months

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Stained lips

This one I made for my very good friend @flowerie-lumi , I hope you enjoy it<3 thank you for being my inspiration (also this art was my inspiration)

Pairing: Kazuha X Fem!reader

Warnings: S M U T without any plot, curse words. It's still considered very soft and cute I think

Type: Drabble

Word count: 871 words

Summary: oh what your pink lipstick does to him.

God he looks so good with swollen lips and your lipstick stained on them. The way his eyes are still half closed while his eyebrows are fully relaxed, he’s asking for more kisses even if his lips are already so swollen. The small bit of saliva covering his lips make them look even more delicious, who wouldn’t want to kiss them more? You lean in and press your lips against his again, immediately you feel him kiss you back, hands finding their way to your waist to pull you closer. He pulls you fully on top of his lap, his hands trailing down to your ass, softly squeezing it.

God his lips are addicting, his touches are addicting, his noises are addicting, he is addicting. You pull away to gasp for some air, his eyes now looking at you with such lust, such need. “You taste so good.” He quietly says, eyes already looking back down at your lips before they look back up at your eyes. “More.” You watch him immediately lean in again and he presses his lips on yours once more. It feels desperate, the way he kisses you. The way his tongue slips inside almost immediately, the way needy little noises leave his swollen lips and the way his teeth softly nibble your bottom lip.. This alone already makes you realize what he truly wants. Yet even if that wouldn’t give you enough hints, his hands would. The grip onto your body gentle yet with a touch of lust. Gripping your waist tightly, groping your ass lustfully and stroking over any exposed skin he can find with such gentle fingers.

This time you pull away from the kiss and your eyes catch the small bit of saliva between you and Kazuhas lips break its connection. The boy before you looks at you with those same lustful eyes, asking you to continue without using any words. You grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it up, removing it from your body and his eyes immediately trail over your body with such love and lust for it. His left hand softly holds onto your waist while the other explores your every curve and every skin texture. “You’re so gorgeous, my dove. Indescribably beautiful.” His lips find their way on your neck, pressing soft kisses here and there and creating small marks on your empty canvas. You can’t help but put a hand on his head, stroking through his long locks of hair, loving how it looks when it’s out of its usual ponytail. Your hand grabs onto Kazuha’s hand, softly stroking over his burn scars before pressing them against your chest as an invitation. The kisses pressed against your neck get more intense as his scarred hand squeezed your breast. “Stunning.” He whispers before both his hands move to your back to unclip your bra and fully remove it from your body. “Touch me more..” You softly speak out, your lips also just as swollen but still needy enough for more.

“As you wish, my love.”

His lips trail kisses down your neck to your collarbones until it eventually lands on your chest. You let out a small mewl the moment his tongue flicks over your nipple before his lips are fully around it. He sucks on it, your other nipple getting attention from his hand, squeezing and tugging on it gently. Your filthy mouth let’s more noises out, more moans and each sounding needier than the other. Your upper body feels so good being touched by the love of your life, your pussy is drenched because of all the attention he’s giving you. But you’re not dumb, you also know the effect you’re giving your lover. The tent in his pants is visibly shown and you can’t help but press your hand against it, softly palming him through his layers of fabric. You hear a soft whimper out of his mouth followed up with a; “fuck~”, something you love to hear whenever you touch him. Curse words like that, come out of his mouth so effortlessly beautiful and lustful. “Dove.. it feels good.. but I bet your lips would feel even better around it..” His words send shivers down your spine and even more tingles down your pussy. At this point you know your panties are completely soaked but you don’t care, he will remove them soon anyways.

“I’ll do anything for you.” You tell him without any shame. Kazuha lifts his head and looks into your eyes for a hot minute before he leans in again for another kiss. In the meantime his hands unbutton your pants and open your zipper before one of his hands slip inside your pants and underwear. Shamelessly you let out a moan once you feel his finger touch your clit gently. You feel his lips curl up and you already know what he’s about to say. “You’re so wet.” Despite knowing damn well he was going to say that, you still get goosebumps from his words. “Cause of you..” you say, a blush covering your cheeks.

“I know, but you started with those gorgeous pink lips of yours you know? Teasing me with them.. Now shall we continue?”

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Thank you for reading <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 04/09/2023

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pearlywritings · 1 year

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Soft kisses for unwerving hearts

synopsis: Even the stoic men can melt and show they care. All they need is a loved one and a good portion of loving kisses.

pairing: Capitano, Pierro x fem!reader (seperately)

tw: fluff, comfort, established relationship

word count: 2.1k+ words

a/n: soft kisses for these two men were suggested by a lovely anon💛

Capitano

“Commander, Lord Il Capitano has arrived and awaits you in your personal quarters.”

“Good. Have his soldiers been taken care of?”

“Yes, My Lady. They were stationed in barracks on level 2.”

“Wonderful. Treat them just as any of our fellow warriors. If anyone acts against the set rules - you know how to deal with them.”

“Of course.”

“Then dismissed.”

Just as the heavy doors slide closed behind the leaving figure of your second-in-command, you sigh and put the pen aside. The never-ending blizzard outside must’ve taken a lot of strength from your superior’s subordinates - the Harbinger can pride himself in his army, the strongest one of all, but even they feel the toll of the torturing cold and winds ruling in the furthest of the Snezhnayan borders.

You stand and grab your fur-lined cape - while the base’s structure is to be admired (the work of art of both Dottore and Sandrone after all), and the interior never is deprived of warmth, the shortest way to your quarters is by an outside bridge - not many would dare and cross it.

Pure white obscures your vision and howling of the winds is almost deafening - but you’ve been long but used to it. In the wall of snow you easily make out your surroundings. The sharpness of your hearing is more than enough to detect if there is anything out of order. But today it’s so calm, almost serene, and your own heart fills with tranquility and comfort. It feels like it’s been years - and sometimes it is.

Another thick metal door slides open and close, and you pat your collar and hood, swiping off the stubborn snow. Two Pyro Skirmishers greet you with a respectful bow, and you shortly nod, passing by and further down the corridor, right to the doors of your rooms.

The Captain is already standing when you step inside. Tall, broad and looming, he only abandoned his own overcoat, body still clad in heavy pitch-black armor. The void of his helmet is staring at you, unmoving and unpredictable, but you only feel a keen sense of familiarity just from his presence alone.

He waits until the doors are closed and locked, meaning no eavesdropping, no interruption. He waits until you shrug your cape off and place it next to his, and you know he is not taking his eyes off of you. He waits until you walk closer, when there are only three steps left between your bodies, and only then reaches his arm to you. Big hand in a clawed glove is turned so the palm faces up, and you do not reject his offer.

You are leading him further into the rooms, holding his hand tightly, and his grip on yours is just as firm. Neither of you has spoken anything yet, but somehow already understood so much. That’s what it appears to be like - being married.

The sofa deeps significantly when the man lowers himself on it. You do not follow him, instead you step between his legs and instantly, but so gently put your palms right on the sides of his helmet, as if cupping his cheeks.

“May I?” You know you do not have to ask, but something about it is indescribably special. Capitano nods. Despite common opinion, the headpiece is easy to lift and slide off of his head. Just as it leaves its place your hands are enveloped in a tender hold of much bigger ones, prying the helmet from them and putting it to the side.

You are stricken. Precious dark gems of his piercing eyes stare right at you, and your toughened heart cracks under the spell of them. Capitano never understood why you were so enamored with his eyes, but if letting you see them would put this adoring gentle expression on your face, he’d be an idiot to not give you such an opportunity.

“I missed you,” your admission tugs on his heart and the stoic man takes a deep breath, suddenly having a hard time keeping his feelings at bay.

“And I missed you,” his voice, oh his voice... Only hearing it makes you realize how much you missed its rich thickness, its low rumbling, its nerve-wrecking gruffness.

You missed him.

Your husband welcomes you in his arms when you lean close, wrapping your arms around his neck, forging your lips together. His are chapped, and yours are no better, but in this very moment the kiss you share is so so soft. His hold on you is strong, yet delicate, thumbs pressing in your ribs, barely scraping you with its sharp ends. With content hums you relax, letting go of your ever-present mask of a fierce protector of Snezhnaya border, baring the person you are to your beloved - his wife.

When the air becomes too little to keep pressing one kiss after another on each other’s mouths, you draw your faces back, but not too far. Capitano trails his kisses down the side of your jaw, and you peck the bridge of his crooked nose, right over the scar crossing his whole face. It feels a little surreal.

“Could’ve given me some notice about your arrival,” you murmur, rubbing your nose against his cheek, tightening the grip around his shoulders.

“Wanted to surprise you,” the low hum comforts you, and you chuckle, kissing under his scarred eye.

“Aren’t you here with an inspection though?”

“I am,” he confirms and, gripping your hips, drags you into his lap. “But I know you have everything under control. You do not need a warning,” he nudges your chin, and you tilt your head back, letting him leave a kiss on the small open patch of skin on your neck.

“Mhm… Given your troops are tired, we’ll start tomorrow?”

“That is correct.”

“You’ll stay the night then?”

Your eyes meet again, and you swear you see the corners of his mouth lifting in the smallest smile.

“I will. Every single one.”

Pierro

Servants bow to you, bound by respect, as you roam the halls of the huge mansion the second person in Snezhnaya is residing in, yet never having called it home. You nod in response a little absent-mindedly, quickly forgetting about these small interaction, as your mind is preoccupied with other matters. Fingers fidget with an intricately forged bracelet on your wrist, seeking comfort in the physical bond you and your husband share. How many days has it been? Eight. Eight days since he’s moved back from the Palace and eight nights of barely witnessing him by your side in bed.

Now, it’s not his absence that worries you - when you live for centuries, you start perceiving time quite differently, and Pierro makes sure to show that you, his beloved, is never forgotten. No, that’s not the case. What you are concerned about is his tendency to overwork himself to literal exhaustion, and as far as you could see with your own eyes, that is exactly the case. Yes, he shares meals with you. Yes, he comes to bed for an hour or two. Yes, he doesn’t deny your presence, when you come to his office and take over some of the papers to lighten his burden. However, there is never an actual break in his schedule, and this fact doesn’t let you rest properly. Should you-

“Oop-!”

You almost trip over the rolled carpet. What the..?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look around the empty corridor. This one looks familiar… Ah, right! You already passed it, around half an hour ago, you think? Two burly male servants even warned you about the delivery of new carpets you had ordered to replace the old ones.

You deeply sigh - this is really serious, if you do not even notice what is happening around you, thinking only of your husband’s condition. Something needs to be done.

The Jester doesn’t even lift his head when three knocks bounce off of the external side of his study’s door.

“Come in.”

He’d call himself incompetent, if he couldn’t even make out the steps of the companion that chose to share an eternity with him. Without looking up your figure is clear before his sight, and he keeps writing as you are walking in and closing the door behind. He still doesn’t face you anyhow when you end up directly by his desk, observing the mountains of work placed there. It lessened significantly, compared to the first time you saw it, but is still worth a whole week of staying glued to the table. Your worries resurface.

“Beloved?” The gentle call of your voice affects him - it’s subtle, hidden in a tiny twitch of his hand, yet it’s enough to tell you his attention shifted. You decide to proceed.

“It came to my attention that you’ve really been overworking yourself. It concerns me.”

The man sighs. He is aware, and he is far from being fond of the dejected frown on your face, that he is sure you are wearing right now. Were you any of his colleagues he’d just dismiss you, but you are his partner and he sincerely values your sentiments. There are ways to delicately lead you away from this, but he knows you will not budge this time.

So he decides to listen.

Your heart swells when he puts his quill down and straightens in his chair, rolling his shoulders and leaning his back into it. Finally his visible eye is on you, and the dark circle on his pale skin, surrounded by the silver of his hair, is too apparent.

“What do you suggest?”

Even his voice is hoarse, indicating he hasn’t interacted with anyone for quite some time. On you though it has a slightly different effect - suddenly you have a nagging urge to kiss his throat. Maybe you can. Maybe you will.

“A break. Just an hour-” he narrows his eyes at you, which makes you scoff. “Fine, half of an hour. With me. We don’t even need to go anywhere. Just you without touching any work, not even thinking about it. You must understand that going on like this you’ll never get rid of your heachaches,” you try to reason with him, and by the way his gaze shifts, focusing on his clasped hands in thought, you know it’s not in vain. He is considering your proposition.

“Oh, and when I said half of an hour, I meant every day,” star-marked pupil darts back at you, but you hold your ground, staring right back at him. Your proposal hangs in the air, and somehow, your husband has no desire to fight against it. Pierro isn’t sure what was the thing that convinced him - your determination written all over your person or the real wearing out he started to experience, which became obvious after you voiced it out of concern, but he decides to entertain your idea.

“Alright,” the smile that appears on your face plucks at a hidden string of his heart, and with a quiet groan the Khaenri’ahn-born gets on his feet.

You sweep him to the armchair (which you quickly moved to the fireplace) and make him sit there, comfortably perching on the armrest yourself. His eyes are closed as your deft fingers are dancing across his features. You do not take his mask off, not this time, not when you have only half of an hour, but you make sure to glide the fingertips over its cold surface.

Pierro doesn’t pinpoint the moment when you start kissing him. At first it’s subtle - just your lips ghosting over his heavy eyelid, down his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Then you switch to pecking - his chin, his cheekbone, his brow, his forehead, leaning in his personal space more and more to reach higher… He finds it endearing and soothing, consoling even.

And finally you place a proper kiss. It lingers on his lips far longer than any other before, and just as you are ready to break this spell, he reaches forward and reciprocates, taking a hold of your hand, letting the flames play on the metal of your wedding bracelets. Very soon the work is moved to the back of his mind, focus completely stolen by your lips and gentle kisses, and it doesn’t seem like you plan to stop until the time is up.

If his breaks are going to be spent like this - in your embrace, in your affection, he doesn’t mind it becoming a constant part of his daily routine.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #capitano x reader #capitano x fem!reader #il capitano x reader #pierro x reader #pierro x fem!reader #pierro genshin #capitano genshin #genshin impact fluff

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rin-fukuroi · 2 months

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: dom!Blade x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, unhealthy relationships, BDSM dynamics, detailed descriptions of bloody wounds, references to: suffocation, spanking, loss of virginity, masturbation, physical violence.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Architects - burn down my house

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you have or will definitely have someone with whom you can be crazy together~

art: @tiredceles_

Being obsessed with someone is so wrong and scary, but who decided that it really is?

To depend on a person so much that you deprive yourself of sleep waiting for the cherished rumble of the door to be heard in the corridor and you'll hear footsteps that make your heart ready to burst your chest and jump out. To devote yourself only to him so much that you are ready to stop breathing as soon as he give you an order. To be ready to betray and destroy the whole world for him, if necessary.

Is there anything wrong with that?

You feel so elated and indescribably happy when Blade says your name. It's like all those days, months, years that you spent with him didn't exist at all. You always look at him as if you've met him for the first time. A deity that you are ready to worship and follow his will for the rest of your days. You feel so wanted and loved when Blade touches you. It's like there's only you and him in the whole world, trapped in your bubble, cut off from everything around you. Only his sharp, overwhelming gaze, only the cool breath that blows over your face as he leans over you, teasingly touching his lips to yours, but never leaving a kiss on them. Only the metallic smell of blood that exudes from Blade's clothes and pale porcelain skin. You love all this so much, so why then should your affection be labeled wrong?

You like the fact that Blade keeps you locked up. It's like you're his treasure, which only his hand can touch, and only his scarlet flaming eyes can see. You like that sometimes Blade is rude to you. His possessive words and addresses, reminding you of your place, are always so exciting that you even caught yourself periodically pissing Blade off just so that he would punish you. After all, punishment always means that he will touch your body.

He can squeeze your throat so hard that you almost immediately lose consciousness, clinging so desperately to reality to see his face transformed into pleasure at the sight of you pitifully gasping for air with your lips. But you never show that you like it, even though Blade probably knows. He can slap you in the face, leaving a burning red mark from his big palm on your cheek, but all you want after that is to lock yourself in your room so that you can touch this possessive mark before it takes on the shade of your skin again. Blade can flog you. At first, he was amused by beating your soft flesh with his hands, but once he heard a satisfied moan escape from your chest, he decided that this was probably not enough to make you obey. And since then, your buttocks are decorated with long bloody stripes, which are left by a leather whip that ruthlessly collides with delicate skin dozens of times, but you never ask Blade to stop.

You liked his hand better, but these painful sensations that stay with you for many days… If these terrible wounds disfiguring your body are left by him, you don't mind. You even want more.

You're getting so greedy that even you're embarrassed by how many times you've imagined Blade kissing you. No matter how much you love the pain he causes you, sometimes all you want is just to feel wanted. And he skillfully uses it, driving you crazy with just a touch to your bare thigh or shoulder, after which, Blade knows, you get wet as quickly as you start fidgeting on his lap.

In fact, he wants to fuck you, but watching you suffer day by day, really trying not to touch yourself even in those moments when he is not at home, is much more exciting. Blade likes the idea that one day he'll take pity on you and give you what you so desperately want. How many times will you cum your first time? Oh, Blade's sure that the first time will be when he tells you that he'll finally take your virginity, as you dreamed.

He knows that you belong to him.

Not because he said so, you want it yourself. If not Blade, then what else can your thoughts be occupied with? You'll never leave him and you'll never betray him, just like an obedient, devoted dog who happily wags his tail at the sight of his master returning home.

Blade is cruel, cold-blooded. Mad. But you're mad too, aren't you?

It's so sweet that you think Blade doesn't notice how you hold his shirts to your face, savoring his scent before bitterly sending his clothes to the laundry. It's so cute that you hide his bloody bandages under your pillow, burying your nose in them every time before going to bed when he leaves you alone, not letting you into his bedroom. But even more charming is the way your face shines with undisguised happiness when Blade lets you sleep with him. He knows how you watch him until sleep gets the better of you, because he himself never really falls asleep before he hears you start to snore softly on the next pillow. Blade always opens his eyes, taking a short look at your figure, frozen in the same position in which you looked at his long hair scattered on the pillow, and eyelashes slightly trembling on pale cheeks.

So relaxed, devoted. Naive.

He could kill you at any moment, but you sleep next to Blade as if his bed is the safest place in the universe. Or as if you're willing to let him do whatever he wants.

— Come here, — Blade's deep voice is so dark and cold, even when he speaks to you, standing in the doorway of the living room and watching the viscous scarlet drops trickle from the tips of his long fingers onto the carpet. But you like the sound of his voice even like that.

Ah, that sweet shiver goes through your legs again, as it always does when Blade lets you get closer. He needs you today, he wants to see you. You are so happy that you can barely contain the joyful squeal that is stuck deep in your throat, while slowly, trying not to break into a run, you approach the chair. Your gaze lingers on the tangled bandages on the table for just a second before switching to Blade himself. His shirt is open, revealing a bandaged voluminous chest and a seductive torso peeking out from under white patches. The man is bent over, leaning on his own widely spread knees, and your eyes involuntarily stop at the muscular thighs in black trousers, the very sight of which makes the blood rush to your cheeks.

How much you would like to at least admire Blade's perfect body for a longer time, as if it was created by the very Deity of Beauty, but you obediently cover one of your palms with the other, slightly bowing your head before looking into the flaming bloody eyes.

— Sir… — you hesitantly almost whisper, looking away in embarrassment.

— You just like looking at me, don't you? — Blade grins crookedly, almost burning through your head with his piercing, sharp gaze. — But I see that you want to ask for something.

— If you'll excuse me, can I… — you blush even more, glancing at the man's bloody palm. — Can I help you?

For a moment, the silence that hangs between both of you is interrupted by Blade's sharp short exhale. You notice how he stretches his hand a little further along his knee, and you enthusiastically meet Blade's indifferent gaze, not saying a word. But there is no need for that.

You obediently hold the hem of your short skirt before kneeling in front of the man's outstretched palm, gently wrapping your trembling fingers around the cut wrist. Your fingers are instantly stained with blood, which doesn't stop oozing from deep cuts, which you carefully cover with your miniature palm before rising from the floor to reach your lips to the tips of your fingers, from which heavy red drops fall. Your lips slowly open, and the eyes rush to Blade's face in search of at least the slightest hint of displeasure. But he just watches in silence as you stick out your tongue, pressing a slippery muscle against his index finger before plunging the bloody phalanges into your mouth. You lick his finger so greedily, as if you don't feel that heavy metallic taste on your tongue, without taking your eyes off Blade's eyes, enjoying the show you're putting on. Burgundy viscous drops run down your lips as soon as you turn your attention to your middle finger, plunging it deep into the warmth of your mouth.

Every drop of blood is swallowed by you with such pleasure, as if you are drinking magnificent wine, unable to stop until it fills you to the last drop. These are all the pieces of Blade that can continue to live inside you. Isn't this wonderful, isn't this the highest degree of manifestation of your love and devotion that you can show to Blade?

— You make me sick, Y/N, — Blade grins, grabbing your chin with the tips of his free hand and forcing you to look up from your spontaneous meal.

You awkwardly look away before looking back into the iridescent, like molten metal, scarlet irises.

— Don't you like it, sir?

— You know what happens when you do something I don't like, — the man frowns, leaning closer to your face. — Are you really willing to do anything for me, huh?

— Yes, — you answer immediately, looking at Blade with eyes full of pure devotion and adoration. — I'll do whatever you say.

— If one day I get tired of you, — cold breath caresses the skin of your face as Blade slowly opens his mouth to lick the remaining drops of blood in the corner of your lips with his tongue before looking at you again. — Will you die for me?

Your heart felt as if it was being squeezed by a ghostly steel grip, driving sharp claws deep into the throbbing muscle.

— It's even more than anything I can only dream of.

A gentle smile touches your lips, and you lean towards the touch of long gloved fingers, dreamily closing your eyes.

— You're crazy, Y/N, — Blade's lips stretch, revealing a snow-white grin.

You're the only one who can share his madness with him. And this is the truth.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail #honkai:star rail x reader #hsr drabbles #blade x reader #blade #blade x you #yandere blade #yandere hsr #yandere

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dreams-writings · 9 months

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Reverse Interrogation -

Part 3

[sub!Feitan Portor x top!Reader]

‼️NSFW / MDNI‼️

Synopsis: For the first time in his life, Feitan fails an interrogation. Refusing to admit defeat and give up his perfect track record when it comes to his specialty, he begrudgingly allows reader to strike a bargain in exchange for her secrets.. and is shocked to learn what she truly wants. His body. Frustrated and furious with his predicament, he angrily accepts her conditions purely for the sake of the Troupe, agreeing to do as she says. No other reason...

[afab reader is more experienced, Feitan is a deprived virgin & gets edged / mind broken into submission.]

Tw: smut, torture, violence, NSFW/MDNI, vulgar language, Feitan gives verbal consent but still isn't happy with the situation/ (dubcon????)

taglist: @chrollosbiggeststan @astresoleil

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Feitan regarded the woman above him in silent awe, drinking in her image as he reflected on the surrealism of the current moment. She moved with such effortless grace, and his eyes watched her back curve into a perfect arch as she straightened up a bit, not failing to notice the way her exquisite body became a living work of art with each fluid motion. All for exclusively him to witness.. and just his eyes only. it felt like an odd privilege to be here. Her shoulders rolled backwards, lifting her breasts along with the movement in a seamless display of striking beauty.

"Are you ready?"

She asked him softly. Before he knew it, she was reaching out to him, and he flinched beneath her touch. He was still unaccustomed to any kind of gentle, harmless physical contact. A tender thumb, tracing a smooth and delicate line down his cheek had him shying away. It felt out of place for someone like him to be touched in such a manner.

There was so much of her that he hated, including her awful need to always have the last word.. her entitled attitude and her cleverness which she consistently weaponized to make him feel powerless. She always succeeded, and eventually got the better of him, to his dismay. He could not handle how she backed him into a corner so well and left him without options. It was legitimately maddening.

But there were also parts of her that he found himself drawn to like a lost moth to a flame. He couldn't describe it.. or put it into words. But she was, in a way, comparable to all things associated with comfort. The more time he spent flush against her wonderful body, the more his own would ease and melt into the mattress beneath him. In his eyes, she carried the same sweetness of a first flower blooming in the spring, sprouting out from beneath the snowfall to clear away the biting cold. Like a hot meal after days of starvation, clutching at a warm bowl with trembling hands and savoring the swaying steam that warmed his cheeks and left a blanket of humidity on his skin. Like quilts, pillows, and clouds.. she was indescribably inviting.

All of this a stark contrast, to him - and his jagged, sharp, ruthless edges. If she were those wonderful things, he was a merciless blizzard wind that left sharp ice gnawing at your flesh and your fingers freezing off in morbid chunks of necrotic lifelessness.

He wasn't sure how to answer her question other than to nod.. just once. A bob of his head to indicate she could proceed. Feitan turned his gaze away from her, closing his eyes as his heart began to squeeze, and skipped a few beats. The palpations of nervousness made him a bit nauseous.. or maybe it was that odd phenomenon people described as butterflies? Either way he didn't like it. He wished his stresses would ease away because it was just an added discomfort to his insecurities with the situation.

Feitan's breath hitched as she began to sway her hips from the position of her naked straddle, feeling a rush of warmth wash over him like a wave both from the physical stimulation and also the slick of her arousal coating his hard length. It was all so new and so strange.. and he gave a shudder as she started to pick up into a slow rhythm. It felt so nice.

Maybe she was trying to properly lube him up before penetration, or maybe it was a teasing behavior, now that she was grinding back and forth over the shaft of his member in order to experience some contact on her clit. He was just waiting and hoping for the moment where she'd be gracing him with the generous experience of her pussy, if just this was enough to make him disintegrate into mush.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that? You really are breathtaking to look at, even if you're insufferable to talk to. Pretty eyes, pretty face... Beautiful voice,"

"...Don't understand you.." he admitted quietly, averting his gaze yet again in the opposite direction as she tried to lean in and catch his attention. At this point he was definitely thinking she was just fucking off her rocker. Nothing she said could ever be factual in any sense.

"You don't have to, love," she replied, matching his uncertain tone with a soft one. This has his head reeling with confusion. He'd never ever experienced feminine care before. Not that this was necessarily genuine care, it couldn't be - but this stranger really was pushing him far out of his comfort zone in more ways than he initially expected.

He wasn't sure if he even liked being brought face to face with comfort like this. It felt.. wrong, for someone like him to have. He was a bad person - he'd made peace with that long ago. It was difficult to endure such affection as a result. But it was unmistakable now that they were going a step further - there was more than just desire alone in her body language and her tone. Especially her eyes.. There was something softer there too. He hated it. Kind of. Maybe?

The woman paused in her movements to kiss him, dipping down to savor his lips, and for the first time, Feitan made a conscious effort to reciprocate. He was simply curious and engaged now, setting aside his personal feelings of a grudge to get a taste for these things and see what he might like.

He gave a soft exhale. A gentle, pleased sound. He had to admit, the sensation was relaxing in a way. "You're being so good for me. I'm very impressed. I'll let you continue to touch me as you wish, while I take care of your needs."

He was taken aback a bit by these words. Ever since he'd agreed verbally to continue towards heavier sexual intimacy, and after he'd eased up and started returning physical contact.. her entire demeanor had changed. It felt like she was almost amorous towards him.

There was something Feitan wanted to do, ever since he took in the full sight of her body under these contexts, so with her blessing on the matter he went ahead and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her downward in a deliberate motion. One hand went to clutch at her left breast, lightly squeezing the second his palm enclosed around it, while his mouth reached for the right. His lips locked over the erogenous zone, suckling experimentally.

The delighted cry of surprise she gave was very satisfying indeed. Enough that he instinctively rolled his hips upwards with a desire to fuck what made such nice sounds. Feitan doubted she would let him actually take full initiative here, but this small act of defiance was all he really needed to be satisfied for now. It was something he decided on for himself.

Sucking on her with a tad more confidence, he swiped his tongue over her nipple to see how it would feel, immediately grunting in surprise as he felt her grind a bit harder than before in a more sudden motion from the base of his length to the head. His dick twitched, a few droplets of desperate precum finding their way up his tip and immediately becoming indestinguishable from all the fluids, mixed in the excessive slick of his bed partner's arousal as she smeared the two together with a single motion. In his opinion.. it was mean to be using him like this, stimulating him with minimal friction while his cock essentially rubbed up the sensitive rim of her entrance.

He began to meet with her smooth motions, thrusting in harmony with her rhythm to feel himself glide between her vaginal lips, still brushing past her actual hole each time. He humped against her greedily, and she gave back a slow pace just to tease, easing him between the petals of her wet core and lightly petting her own clit with his cockhead. At the perfect time, a bit more of his virgin precum beaded together at his slit, kissing her clitoris and leaving the runny wet remnants over the sensitive bud.

"I'm going to put you inside now.. alright?" She whispered softly. Feitan unlatched himself from her breast, giving nothing but a small nod, bracing himself as he moved his hands from her chest to her waist.

"But I have another command for you. One you have to follow.. for the sake of this whole trade. Look me straight in the eyes while I take you inside me, okay?"

The woman, who's name he didn't even know yet, lowered herself slowly to align her body, and she even kissed softly a few times over his flushed neck in a way that was unmistakably adoring. She couldn't possibly be mistaking this for some kind of romantic exchange.. it wasn't. Nonetheless, he felt kind of lightheaded, but in a good way. Cheeks warm.. stomach warm.. everything was warm. Her body heat was like utter sustenance to his skin.

He glanced down to watch where they were soon to be connected as one, noticing his penis was an angry red near the top, swollen from how much he'd been sexually tortured, teased, and turned on since the start. He was sure the relief would be worth everything.

Feitan really craved to be imbedded in her core. Perhaps it originated from how touch starved he was. But he was not the first to move and shove himself upwards into her like he wanted. Instead he felt the soft head of his desperate length penetrate past the initial coating of her wetness, stretching and pulling apart tight walls, and he held his breath for a split second. His jaw dropped upon feeling himself deliciously slide into her with perfect fucking ease.

Something about the way she so sensually and teasingly took her time with him here made him shake with impatience. He could feel the warm, velvety walls squeeze around his most sensitive place in a way that made his body practically melt into puty. He moaned quietly, quick to tighten his lips around the sound to stifle it.

All the while he was sure to follow her order. Don't look away, she'd said. He remembered it. He watched her eyes soften into a look of satisfaction, maybe something even more than that - her lips parting into a gasp as she also assumingly felt something by him filling up her cunt to the brim. It was all horribly vulnerable, and he was sure she had witnessed every miniscule piece of him that shattered and broke into a messy pile of transparent honesty.. screaming the truth out that he fucking needed this so badly. But also.. it was hot watching her face contort in response to the penetration.

Feitan knew he couldn't pull himself together enough to keep the shameful evidence off his expression with how quickly he was unravelling here. He knew his cheeks and ears were blistering red because they felt scorching, and he knew his look had changed, and his eyes too - all by the way she was staring at him with such smugness.

Still.. the intimacy of conjoining bodies really hit him differently with the eye contact all throughout start to finish. He felt humiliated and yet... More frantically turned on at the same time.

Mouth slightly parted, moistened lips trembling, he involuntarily gave a sweet sound once he bottomed out. The sinfully sensual embrace ripped a shudder from his body, too - all so barely audible. His mouth started forming words before he could even comprehend them leaving his tongue.

"Ohh fuck.. so good.. tight.."

he spluttered out these vulgarities, eyes glassy and hazy. "I know baby.. it's all just for you," He faintly heard her chuckle. But all he could focus on, all he could drown in, was this feeling of being sheathed in a pretty, tight hole between her plush thighs. Wrapped within her body, he squirmed a bit, pressing his hips forward to feel her cervix rub a few circles over his tip, and it made him groan.

Did she really want him to push past here and dump his cum so far up into her? Did she wanna get knocked up or something? Well.. he didn't care. Not his problem. He was eagerly thinking about filling her up, clear into the deepest part of her womb if she would let him reach her there with his seed.

All Feitan could really reflect on right then was how beautifully blank his headspace was. No stress.. no tension or suffering. He just felt good and there was nothing else to consider. Nothing else mattered but just how much of this feeling he could milk out of her, all for himself. He hated to admit it even to himself, but it was a much needed relief. Total, absolute freedom in that moment from responsibilities. he felt disentangled from all the millions of little things that weighed him down day by day.

"Oh-"

A second later said feeling was amplified so quickly he felt his stomach.. and other places.. light up as if on fire, but much more pleasant.. a fizzy summersault sensation just squeezing together under his tummy. She'd started moving. He got maybe two or three slow bounces from her before she halted. Suddenly and without any verbal explanation.

"Nng.. Don't.. s-stop.."

He clawed with impatience at her hips, realizing he had been digging his nails recklessly into her skin just a moment ago. Well.. what was to be done about it? After she let him pick out something to touch earlier and he'd gotten a brief moment of victory earlier, touching her breasts - he'd been pretty unreserved with his fingers. Trailing all over and exploring.. sometimes squeezing over her curves to absorb as much as he could before this all ended.

But to his disgruntlement, she was frowning at him a bit. But.. she looked.. thoughtful? Lost in an idea perhaps.

"Stay right here."

Feitan didn't know he could lose so much so quickly. He gave a breathless gasp of protest as she moved upwards and removed herself from his body, his sound of despair warping into a strangled whimper of agony the second he lost that tight warm grip around his leaking and ready cock. His rock hard dick was again deprived of attention, left throbbing and painful in the exposed chilly air.

He flushed red immediately, he hadn't ever thought he was capable of such a lewd noise like the one he just made. His lip quivered, his breathing becoming almost erratic as he realized..

This was it. His last fucking straw. His breaking point.

It was like giving a microdose to a full fledged addict and watching them crash instantly.. a truly evil power play.

He struggled to stop himself from succumbing to panic and doing something he would regret later.. like begging. He would rather die than plead or ask.

Instead he coped by slipping back into his first language, his gut reaction being so strong that he had to curse profusely in Mandarin to feel even slightly better about her depriving him.

A few more disgustingly pathetic whines made their way out against his will and he realized that if she wasn't gonna touch him then maybe he just needed to do it himself finally. It was her fucking fault for being so fickle and deceitful.

Hand wrapping around his cock before he could think straight, he began jerking himself, breathing labored and coming out in short puffs. This had always been the perfect solution to frustrations he had with unfulfilled lust but suddenly he realized his dry, icy hand lost all appeal in less than a second.

After one new experience for half a second, suddenly.. compared to the luxury of vaginal stimulation, this idea ultimately delivered no sense of relief either. It also would get him in trouble apparently.

"What do you think you're doing? I didn't say you could jerk off in front of me. What an insult. Can't you wait two more seconds? I just decided.. I want to bind you down. Have some damn dignity."

He flushed with a mix of rage and exasperation at her words, completely baffled she would suggest he could ever throw his dignity away as if SHE hadn't pushed him to this point.

He stuttered, unable to even begin reprimanding her about that, because he was simply too flustered and disheveled to feel confident doing so. Rather, he could only tense up and give a hitched gasp as soon as her body came into contact with his again. Her precious warmth returned, and he noticed she was indeed holding the same restraints he'd used earlier to bind her to his torture chair.

She must've remembered them and where he set them down. But why bind him up? He felt an uncomfortable lurch of suspicion cloud his emotions, wondering if he was failing to proceed with proper judgement here just because her seduction was so effective. He still hated himself for his weak will in this particular scenario.. but.. he had to reassure himself that he could break out of those bonds if need be. Feitan was already certain she would demand him to wear them, and not hinder her plans, as per the rules of this agreement in the first place. So it might displease her if he didn't obey.

He hadn't come this far for nothing, so he sighed and growled in disapproval the whole time she worked to lock his wrists together. Sure, he'd take it, but he'd let her know he was pissed about it.

"Sorry about that baby. I just figured this might be my only chance to enjoy you like this.. so I wanted to add this little detail last minute. You'll forgive me if I do a good job riding you, right?" She gave him a devilish smirk and Feitan's jaw went slack the second she took hold of his painful erection again, lined him up effortlessly, and.. slid completely down to the hilt in one instant motion.

Being fully sheathed for the second time so abruptly, was like a straight hit of heroin to the body. He began to quiver and shake, wrists catching on the bindings as he gave an instinctive tug, and he gave a deafening moan, the first sound ripped clean out of him against his wishes similarly to the violent method in which he could tear someone's tongue from beneath their teeth.

"F-fuck!"

He hissed sharply, writhing as she started to bounce on him repeatedly. She was picking back up on where she left off so casually, not allowing him any kind of readjustment before stimulating him. With every rhythmic rock of her hips, he gave a soft pant, eyes glazing over with pleasure as he scatteredly obsessed over how incredible her body felt.

"Does it feel good sweetheart?"

More of his shy little squeaks and whimpers were immediately coaxed from his throat in a sequence one after another, completely out of his control.. as she began to really grind her hips and rub him up with friction. It felt as if her core was practically sucking him in with every drag of his cock back to the rim of her entrance, inviting him to plunge back in and stretch her cunt.. and he was losing it. He'd never experienced anything so mind numbingly pleasurable. "Something about your beautiful voice really gets me going, my dear~"

He whined again, realizing he didn't have much control anymore over his noises. And it dawned on him why she'd restrained his arms above his head to the bedrame. Knowing his tendency to close off and evade embarrassment.. she'd probably guessed he would cover his mouth or bite on his fingers to withhold his sounds from her. He didn't want her to have evidence of his weakness, and yet here he was, a complete mess. A sweaty, panting, flushed red puddle of shame and ecstasy whom she was playing with like a fun new toy. Indeed, there was nothing he could use to stifle any noise now that his hands were taken from him, and he felt all the more helpless.

Transfixed, Feitan's gaze lowered, and he adjusted his head to both relax better and watch better. He observed her body intently, seeing her hips and her waist move in a repetitive swaying pattern which was almost fucking hypnotic to witness.

He could literally see his dick sliding with perfect ease in and out of her.. profusely coated in what he presumed was her aroused lubrication. She would pull him out, feeling the suction of her pussy resisting the loss of contact, before she sunk back down on him in an instant and the head of his cock kissed the surface of her womb.

He was fucking frantic, fingers curling hard to make indents into the bindings, groaning and hissing at every last jolt of stimulation to his groin.

Every once in a while, despite his best efforts, his normally raspy and soft-spoken voice would escape through the form of a moan or a whimper. He really couldn't help it - the whining was more or less a result of him being overly sensitive as an inexperienced virgin as well as his natural tone of voice typically raising a few octaves when he was normally pleased. He did have an overall softer voice. She'd been complimenting it.. and as he watched her face, her look of approval with every sound that slipped by made him wonder if he could earn her favor this way. Should he contemplate being louder?

The bed he'd brought into this basement area was for rare occasions when a victim of his lasted through the night, or longer than he was able to really stay awake for. It almost never happened, but when it did, he would sleep here to keep an eye on them and ensure they stayed put. He also liked that it kept them up, feeling paranoid and threatened by his mere looming presence.

Therefore, it wasn't a very nice bed, being seldom used, and the frame was flimsy at best. Their intense fornicating made the metal squeak and cry with every plunge of the mattress, mixing in beautifully with their shared heavy breaths and moans. She wasn't apologetic about her sounds, a few of them making his body tremble, thinking to himself that girls sound nicer than he thought when fucking someone like him. She really sounded happy.

He tugged on his restraints a bit as he felt his skin grow more heated and sticky with sweat, his lips slightly dry from his repetitive pants. Everything was so heavy and thick with tension between them, but in the best way possible, and his head swimming with euphoria. By now, he was eagerly meeting her descending motions with light thrusts of his own, trying to encourage her to speed up. He was becoming a little feral with more impatience by now, chasing his orgasm with over eagerness.

His respiratory rate began to heighten into excited hyperventilating, his eyes widening in ecstasy as she sped up for him too, to accomodate his need to be pushed into climax. Feitan began to assert a little more strength with his yanking on the bonds, feeling the bed creak again under the pull of his ungodly strength. He shut his eyes tight, biting on his lip as he felt the wave fast approaching.

"Gonna.. gonna c-cum.. gonna cum-" he husked breathlessly.

"What's the matter, love? Am I making your pretty dick feel really good? Is it too much to handle..? I can stop if you want."

And she fucking did. He gave a choked dry sob this time, eyes brimming with a look of genuine torment as he felt his impending orgasm slip away from sight. The searing heat in his nether regions ebbed away into a far more subtle tingle of warmth. And then, it disappeared altogether.

She giggled, amused by his flustered state. And it only made more blood rush to his cheeks, if even possible. He was being brought to the cliff of his own frail sanity, and pushed by her to the edge in so many ways. He couldn't believe she was teasing him again. And at this point his face and his body were feverish, his limbs shaking with withdrawal from the whiplash of complete orgasm denial during his first time.

This.. this was torture.

Forget the many times he'd lost blood, suffered a bone snapping in two, or his body mangled in some way through the countless grueling trials he'd endured in life.

THIS was what he found insufferable.

"D-don't s-stop, want more.. give m-more-" he gave a sharp snarl as she suddenly leaned over him, snaking her hands behind his neck to grip some tufts of his hair and tug his head roughly upwards to force eye contact.. her lips capturing the silky smooth skin of his neck, just above the collarbone. His weak spot too, apparently..

"Ah-ah, you must wait a moment longer now," she purred softly, smoothing back some of his hair ever so gently despite having just performed such a cruel act on his body.

Oh God. His response to this was simply a low, drawn out groan, his expression becoming even more faraway and wanton with broken desperation. He was practically a melting puddle in her arms by now. A ragdoll that was her plaything. And Christ did part of him despise this fact. Nonetheless, this didn't change the fact that it was somehow.. very much needed. Without the movement, his dick twitched momentarily, and like an animal in heat he started trying to rut back up into her by his own volition.

"I n-need it.."

He tried again, still hesitant to plead too much in any way, gripping onto his last miniscule shred of pride like his life depended on it. There wasn't much left to salvage, of his image and reputation. At least in her eyes, as of now. Should he just give it up?

"I know baby... You really wanna cum don't you? You poor thing.. how about, if you're good for me, I'll promise not to tease anymore and I'll let you finish."

He nodded frantically, eyes wide with urgency as he attempted to get her to understand how much he needed this and therefore how crucial it was that she let him have it.

"I think that pretty voice of yours would sound so nice begging me to let you finish. Hm? Can you do that just for me?"

Now.. Feitan did hesitate. He had never been pushed that far before, and he'd never succumbed to defeat like this, pledging to never mirror how his victims acted. He could never judge them again if he ever did this. He couldn't maintain his sense of superiority and indifference to their pain, if he was just as much of a weak man at the end of the day, too.

So this was a major ultimatum for him. He just blinked, terrified of what she'd done to him and how. The fact that this would bring him to this fork in the road, of all things. After all, his victims didn't have a choice at the end of the day. Uvogin had once stated - Feitan didn't ask his captives to spill their secrets by speaking to their minds. He asked their bodies.

She was doing the same.

Who knew pleasure could be as motivating as pain.

"I...."

He struggled to find the words. It went against every fiber of his being.

But his violent shaking and his tortured, swollen cock demanded it of him. There was no room for a choice.

"Please.." he tried weakly. He felt himself shrivel up internally with self loathing.

"Please.. have to.. h-have to cum.. n-need it.. hurry.."

And his expression began to sink with defeat. She could pinpoint it, unbeknownst to him, that this was finally, officially the moment she'd broken him into submission. His eyes said it all.

The look of euphoric satisfaction on her face might give it away though, as her tongue dragged across her lips hungrily.

"That's a good boy~!" She drawled in complete delight. "You've done it, the hard part's over, so now I'll let you cum like I promised. Make sure you really enjoy it, I won't hold back anymore."

And he could only give a deep shuddering exhale of relief. He purred softly, as she started moving again, only fidgeting slightly when he realized that all the cock teasing made him even more sensitive than before.

Feitan was the type of person who had to be in control of everything at all times. It took a toll on his body, and his mental health - to be so constantly wound up like a pressure pot about to explode. All the pressure was seeping from his body right now, though.. he was succumbing to her will and her plans for him.

And honestly? It wasn't anything like he had expected before. He didn't feel any less of himself at this point.. at least not by the amount he was dreading. Perhaps this was just the nature of rock bottom.

He just felt complete desire. For once in his life he didn't have to have total obsessive control over how things were around him. Whether it be the situation, what was to come, and what was happening to him... He just let her do whatever and found that the feeling was truly liberating. He knew somehow now that she wouldn't harm him. That it was something his mind needed, to let go.

Did he have a choice? Not necessarily. She had seduced him with tricks he didn't understand, to get him stranded in this weird state of hypnosis. It wasn't natural for someone like him and therefore still new. Kind of foreign.

For a while she laid some wet kisses over his neck, sensual and slow, before moving upwards to suck softly on his earlobe. Another kryptonite spot for him. By then he was practically buzzing with overwhelming bliss.. instinctually chasing the rising feeling of pleasure, threatening to burst. A melody of whispered praises and pleasures began to slip past his lips in his native tongue, reverting again to what was natural to him in such a mindless state. He would speak in her language, though, to make a request.

"More.. more, m-more" he began, seemingly only capable of forming the one simplistic word. She wasn't fucking moving enough, dammit. He was getting fidgety and extra impatient again. With all these interactions with her though, he thought briefly to himself that she was putting actual effort into this. Not just fucking him. Actually, the woman was gushing all over his dick by now. It was very enticing.

She had decided to have mercy on him.. mostly because he'd been so wonderfully responsive to her wishes.

"Feitan~" she moaned his name for first time during the entirety of the session as the beautiful woman nearly doubled her pace, reacting in her own way to his cockhead now pushing harder against her cervix with every bounce. And good Lord did it turn him on. He didn't like being called submissive but he found that he couldn't bother to cause a problem when he really was focused on chasing his high right now.

She leaned over him, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage as she increased her speed and roughness more and more, in turn the result being a much higher level of stimulation for them both.

This new rhythm elicited sounds of wet skin slapping together, as he felt himself penetrate her deeper than before with the new angle she'd adjusted him to. She gave a cry, hips stuttering, and he responded with a low groan.

"Feitan, I want it in my cunt, p-please, I could touch myself just thinking about your cum dripping down my thighs. I want it.. g-gimme it.. baby.."

The slow, intimate love making had really done it for him.. but this was something he definitely found himself addicted to as well, just moments after she initiated the rougher sex. Their passion ignited further as she loomed over him, hair cascading like curtains and tickling his cheeks, whilst a hot and heavy open mouthed kiss began. Moans suffocated by her mouth, he put more effort into his own thrusts, lifting his body to meet with hers in the middle each time.

What qualified prior as potential gentle fornicating became the two of them fucking into wild abandon - short, harsh thrusts to achieve a heightened speed. Both just wanted to cum so badly.

Such shamelessly lewd, dirty language could have gotten him off alone. But when paired with so much stimulation, well.. he broke down completely, helpless and at her mercy pressed into the mattress. He gave a broken whimper, followed by a deafening moan as he hit his limit.

His orgasm hit him with blinding force which he was not entirely prepared for, white hot pleasure viciously tore through his mind and body, stranding him into a welcome purgatory of ecstasy. He thought deliriously to himself that he loved this woman- For a second, for making him feel this way. It all stole his breath away.

He could only ever worship someone who ignited his body in such a way. So, he drank in her image like that of a benevolent deity, feeling her also come undone as her muscles went slack and she collapsed upon him to ride out her orgasm in a clouded high. She sighed and ground her hips lazily a few more times, using his lasting erection just to gently coax her high into dragging on a little longer.

He felt more warmth, as his semen released into her drooling, hungry cunt just in the way as he'd hoped, his eyes rolling backwards in motion with his head as he let his climax overtake his senses. The amount of prolonged repression and teasing during the entire session caused his brief moment of euphoria to extend as well.

The high of dopamine that he felt right then was simply intoxicating, even as he began to cool down from the rush. His mind was so wonderfully blank of anything but contentment and relaxation. He oddly felt warm, and deeply happy with the current moment in time. Sure, he still didn't like this girl, but the sex had been incredible. He kind of somehow hoped she felt the same.

It felt so nice, to the point that his body was still involuntarily pulsing and twitching with the rapid sequence of his cum stuffing her fuller in spurts, pulling a second groan from her at the sensation of being properly filled.

He caught his breath, both of their panting slowly beginning to return to normal, and he sighed one last time, collapsing without a word. He felt very loose, and careless. It was nice to be at ease like this, feeling her walls still flutter around him on occasion in recovery from everything that had happened.

He said nothing, closing his eyes and trying to bask in a rare moment where he felt no pain and no discomfort whatsoever. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so calm.

He wasn't thinking about the interrogation at all or the original trade they'd agreed upon, either. Not even a little bit. It just wasn't really on his mind right now because that was all work related - he was in a completely different headspace, reflecting on his first time having sex and how he definitely already knew he enjoyed it significantly.

His first wasn't very appealing personality wise but she was cute and pretty, both things he was admittedly grateful for. Her body had done a good job helping him adjust, being how soft and inviting she was from the start. He just thought.. she might've been perfect if only her ruthless teasing habit went out the window. That was his only enormous critique.

Now, he gave a half-hearted groan as she eventually pulled herself off of him, vaguely taking note of the fact some of his own cum had apparently eased its way out of her body and pooled between his legs during their moment of recovery, and he'd have to clean that up. But his legs were jelly, his body was tired, and he oddly felt like someone had drugged him with a bit of melatonin, not realizing that cumming too hard can make you sleepy.

He blinked tiredly, seeing her rise to her feet, wondering if she'd untie him. But it was oddly quiet, save for a bit of shuffling around and a humming melody in her voice.

He tried to lift his head and see what she was doing but he just couldn't bring himself to give a fuck right now. She was still here, she hadn't escaped. It was fine.

A rustling of paper could be heard and then she returned to his side - he felt her presence again.

"You did so wonderfully~" she purred gently. "I don't cum very often, did you know that? But you were perfect. So perfect. And it felt good."

He purred softly as she cooed at him, and he was only half awake by now, feeling her hand which was now semi familiar settle on his forehead to pet his hair out of his eyes. She kissed his forehead. Feitan sighed wistfully, feeling his exhaustion start to pull him under.

........

When he awoke, Feitan sat up abruptly, brows knitting together in concern as the issue dawned on him almost immediately.

He felt a lot less tense than usual, which was a nice surprise. But he was instantly overcome with stress as he whipped his head around and noticed the woman he needed to complete an exchange with was missing.

Fucking lying snake...

She hadn't told him her secret as she had so insistently promised.

He noticed he was clean and had been bundled up into a cocoon of fresh blankets, shielding his naked body from any eyes, but also the cold. It didn't seem like anyone had come in here, as they would likely wake him up and scold him for losing sight of the Troupe's prisoner.

Nonetheless, something caught his eye that was out of place whilst looking around in a panic for traces of her whereabouts.

A note, in handwriting he didn't recognize.

In a rush, he scurried over, hopping to pull on his underwear and pants in the process. She'd left it by the rest of his tools, which were never completely cleaned from their first interrogation together. Her blood still caked onto three in particular. But he wasn't looking at that right now.

Her message certainly made him feel many things at once. For one, she had left him what he'd worked so hard for, and sacrificed so much of his dignity to obtain. A detailed secret, written perfectly with concise wording but nothing left vague for his mind to guess at.

Despite all that effort, that wasn't really what he was staring at in complete disbelief.

She'd left an address for him. And beneath it, a short but sweet departing message.

I had fun. See you again sometime soon.

-(Name)

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