#it's okay it's fine. it's fine. maybe she's fun enough i can overlook it. one day.
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what is even up with Hecate? jesus christ that profile
I KNOOOW it's genuinely embarrassing to read 😭😭
GBF is taking advantage of the fact the game is M+ rating now, i guess???? So far they mostly experimented what it meant with gore, heavy storyline, and sexy dude showing their balls and asses, and i'd argue whatever is going on with Narmaya's Light uncap, but that was it. Gore + heavy stuff + sexualization of already known (and loved by the fandom) characters.
But i guess it's another level of "well we can go full on sexual now" and this is what they came up with. It's so. It's so....
I've seen screenshots of how her character talk and by god. This is awful. I hate it 😭
i mean i guess it's a win for people who likes big boobs lady being sadistic and horny at the same time but i'm not vibing with it at all 😭
+ she's not even a primal??? She's classified as Others which. kinda raise even more question about what the fuck is her deal.
I guess i'll learn once i read her FE but i really don't want to 😭😭
@ Gbf bring back the balls i can't do it
#i compared her to Enyo but this makes me so salty :sob:#i was a fierce defender of Enyo bc she's so fun and people hate her mostly bc of Athena#but if people really fall for this walking thirsttrap i'm really just#woW so if Enyo was half naked you wouldn't hate her would you!!! hypocrisis!!!! :sob:#it's okay it's fine. it's fine. maybe she's fun enough i can overlook it. one day.#ichareply#anonymous#ichafantalks gbf
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okay so i saw your post about sending in TH requests so i’m gunna send one
so basically reader is georgs little sister (maybe like a year younger that tom and bill but it’s up to you) and she goes on tour with them all the time and georg is really protective over her and constantly babies her and gustav treats her like a sister as well and her and bill are best friends but tom is always flirting with reader and she doesn’t get the hint but one day she is hanging out with georg without the rest of the guys and she just blurts out “i think tom likes me” or something like that and georg is like “congrats you’re the last person to figure it out” and it ends with her going to ask tom about it and they end up kissing and confessing their feelings for each other and georg thinks they’re sweet together but he still does the whole big brother talk with tom and threatens him yk .
wow that was a lot . anyways hope this is okay , just ignore it if you don’t like it .
okay bye-bye bestie all the love 🩷🫶
Hii! Thank you for your request! Anyways let’s get into it.
So as the request says pairing is Tom Kaullitz X (Georgs littlesister) Reader.
(this is acrually so cringe, i'm so sorry. Also so sorry if there's many spelling mistakes and if it’s out of character).
Warnings: Kissing, nausea. (Let me know if I overlooked any)…
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So as always you were on the tour bus with the popular german band Tokio Hotel. Not that you didn't enjoy being on tour with some of your most important people in your life, it's just the motion sickness that sucked.
It almost felt surreal that your older brother was this young and successful. But it was fun. Especially when you were allowed to be around the band so often even on tour.
Since you met the band your brother was in, you became great friends with them. It was a chaotic enviroment to be in that was too funny not to want to be apart of. The only member on the band who you didn't want to call a friend was Tom. Ever since Georg had known the boys and been in the band you were introduced to them right away. And of course Tom caught your eye. He was pretty, goofy and he knew how to play the guitar. But the problem with Tom was that you never knew if Tom meant what he said when he was flirting with you. You always took it like a joke. It was hard to tell. He was all over girls when he could. He was known as the player in the group. It hurt. It hurt just a little bit that you didn't know where you stood with Tom. You never took him seriously.
But you did appreciate how Tom can be caring. He's proved it before and did it once again on the tour bus. You were trying to keep your eyes open as you held your fingertips against your forehead, like you could ease your nausea that way. Tom noticed placing a calm hand on your shoulder.
You felt dizzy everytime the bus rocked to the side. "Are you okay?" He asked and tried to look you in the face, but you looking down at the bus' floor made it hard for him. You sighed before answering. "Yeah". What was Tom gonna do? No need to tell him you were actually feeling like puking. Your eyes were barely open, but you tried to keep them open. Which was hard when you felt so sick but you knew that it could help with watching where the bus was driving and your surroundings. You heard some shuffling before you felt an arm go around your back and a hand resting on top of your left shoulder. "Are you sure?" His voice sounded again. You sighed once again. "Tom, i'm fine".
He wasn't brave enough to keep going. Feeling like he had already crossed a boundary he sat a bottle of water infront of you on one of the tables and left, patting you lightly on your back. Tom isn't scared to cross boundaries. Everyone else on the bus knew that too. Probably why they all shared a look of confusion as if Tom would've pushed you further.
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When you arrived at the hotel you would be staying at you had to sit in the lobby for what felt like forever, because the hotel had a mess up and couldn't check you in just yet. You sat on one of the couches resting your chin in your hand. You watched the boys bickering as always. Bill and Tom were being messy with each other. You weren't even listening to what they were arguing about. You just observed how chaotic the boys were. It was entertaining. You guessed that Tom noticed and wanted to tease you. "Like what you see, babygirl".
You furrowed your eyebrows before rolling your eyes at his sillyness. A small butterfly might've visited for a second when he smiled at you. He just chuckled at you. The blush you spotted on his face wasn't fully registered in your brain, thinking that it might just be adrenaline running through his body. Bill shoved Tom playfully as to say that he didn't want his best friend to constantly be flirted with if it wasn't something you wished yourself. Just like Georg looked at him with a disproving look. "Leave my sister alone" He said with a lightly playful tone but it was a mutual understanding that he meant it.
It's not that you weren't fully aware of your own crush on Tom but it just didn't take up a lot of space when you already made peace with the fact that Tom wasn't interested in a relationship.
But your brother had already caught up on it. To be honest he was mostly scared that Tom was just trying to get you into bed and leave it at that. So Georg made sure to stop Tom on the way up to your hotel rooms. You were walking along with Bill and Gustav talking about anything between heaven and earth up the stairs. You didn't even notice Georg had stopped Tom.
"Tom, I mean it. Mess around with my sister and it won't end well for you" Georg didn't actually want to threaten one of his best friends but he also felt a need to protect his family. Tom furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" Tom understood why Georg was being like that. Tom was always covering up his romantic feelings for you with his natural player and flirty personality. "You heard me. Don't hurt my sister. I mean it." Tom just stared at Georg unsure of what to say. So many thoughts and feelings going on at once. "Uhm, sure okay. Yeah.." He said with almost a blank expression, but it was clear in his eyes that something was going on inside of there. Georg went up the stairs leaving Tom at the bottom of them, staring in the air before following behind.
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Later on the evening you were out walking with Georg. Something that felt nice after being hours on the road. You were clutching onto your jacket walking down an unfamiliar street with your brother. It was already dark and stars were already painting the nightsky.
Georg finished a sentence when he felt like you weren't 100% present. Which wasn't completely off. You did have a lot of thoughts on your mind. Especially one thought that clouded your mind the most. "I think Tom might like me" You almost whispered. You stopped walking making Georg stop aswell. He raised an eyebrow at you before he let out a breath. You saw how the cold air met with his warm breath creating a fog. You almost regretted saying it until you saw Georgs small smirk. "Finally. We all noticed." He saw smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing.
"Oh..okay" You started to smile yourself. The thought of him liking you like that started to form more butterflies than you felt earlier.
It was hard to focus on the rest of the walk, now knowing that you had to act on these feelings. And even though you had time to confess, you still couldn't wait.
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When you entreres the hotel you felt how vold you had been meeting such warmth embrace you after walking in snow. But you also felt the excitement running through you as you remembered what Georg had given away.
You walked up the stairs of the hotel looking for Toms room. Finally finding his door, you knocked and waited.
Tom was just as surprised to see you standing in his door, just like you yourself were. "Hi Tom" You breathed out, like you had been holding your breath. He studied your face. "Hi".
"Uhm.." You were really starting to regret this. What if Georg was just joking? Or what if you misunderstood him?
"I just...I heard that you like me? Or well.." You looked up at the ceiling trying to think of how to actually form your sentences. You held your palms against each other as a nervous figdet. Toms lips started to slowly curve upwards.
He took a step forward letting his hand fall from the doorhandle. He cupped your face with his hands before giving you a deep kiss. You helt onto his arm, standing a little bit on the tip of your toes. It was hard not to feel all dazed. Like you had discovered something new but it was familiar in a sense that you’ve known Tom for so long. After the kiss he gave you one quick one and let his hands let go off your face. He didn’t need to say no more. The kiss and the look in his eyes was an answer good enough.
#fanfiction#tokio hotel#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader#Tom Kaulitz fanfiction#fluff#fic fluff#tokio hotel fluff#x reader#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel fanfiction#00s#fic#Tom Kaulitz fic
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ML/LMK AU
How would the ML episodes go in the au?
Copycat would be fun. And a good bit of team building for the heroes.
Theo still has his crush on Ladybug, but this time it's MK who accidentally causes the akumatization by trying to nip that potential crush in the bud by telling Theo to back off because Ladybug can't date civilians. This causes Theo to figure it's okay for Chat Noir to be around her, and his envy of him gets him akumatized into Copycat.
Then events happen as in canon:
Ladybug: Chat Noir robbed the Louvre!
MK: You know it's not Adrien.
Ladybug: Shush, you.
MK: Do you really think Chat would do something like that?
Ladybug: He could have.
MK: Okay, but do you really think he did? Or are you just saying that because you're being petty?
Ladybug: ...it can be both!
MK: ...you know it's not.
Ladybug: Of course it's not! But he blew me off when I tried to call him, so just let me be petty!
MK: You know you’re better than that.
Ladybug: …stupid integrity. (Sighs and goes to help Chat)
MK: (Smiles, proud)
It'd be sweet if it results in steps towards friendship for Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien/Chat by the end.
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Kung Food would introduce Pigsy (as a human) along with Wang Cheng and have it be an actual competition with multiple contestants.
MK is excited. Marinette is nervous. Adrien is dragged along for the ride.
And Chloe is still horrible, which leads to some issues in the Adrien/Marinette dynamics since Adrien is still defensive on Chloe's behalf. MK is less inclined to be neutral when his Dadsy is involved.
Pigsy would get his first experience with akumas and try to help the kids. And use food weapons to combat food weapons.
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Pharaoh would introduce Tang as Alim's coworker, who would point out the multiple historical inaccuracies of Jalil's theories. As well as the very real ethical issue of wanting to recreate a ritual involving human sacrifice.
Jalil: Isn't your expertise supposed to be in Chinese history rather than Egyptian?
Tang: I still know enough on Egypt to know that this story isn't factual.
Jalil: But I've managed to figure out how to recreate the ritual!
Tang: The ritual that you just said involves human sacrifice?
Jalil: ...um.
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MK isn't a student in the class, so Horrificator would be an episode where Ladybug and Chat are forced to work together without him.
(The school gets covered in goop.)
MK: (Walks by, whistling while carrying a delivery package)
MK: (Pauses and notices the state of the school)
MK: (Promptly moves to the other side of the street and continues with his delivery)
Wukong: Seriously, kid?
MK: What? I have a delivery to complete or I'll get fired!
MK: Plus Marinette and Adrien have their school project in there. I'm sure they'll handle it fine.
(Inside the school)
Adrien and Marinette: AAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!
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Antibug would be where things come to a head. Adrien defends Chloe as per usual and insists that Marinette should have listened to her. Marinette points out that Chloe had lied to them previously and was actively getting in the way of the fight. This results in the two arguing because per Adrien, Marinette is looking for the worst in Chloe while per Marinette, Adrien is always overlooking anything Chloe does. Which turns into Adrien taking issue with Marinette's grudge-holding while Marinette takes issue with Adrien's passivity.
Adrien: You only ever look at the bad in people even if they don't do anything!
Marinette: Chloe does enough! You just ignore her actions because you're not the one who has to deal with it!
Adrien: There's more to her! You just don't understand her! She can be good!
Marinette: To YOU, maybe! She's your friend, she actually LIKES you! But you're the only one with that luxury, Adrien! It's the rest of us who have to put up with her at her worst! All you do is defend her and lecture me for being sick of it!
Adrien: That's not true! I just think you could be more kind! It's like you want to be angry!
Marinette: She tried to steal my hat design! She stole my diary! She humiliated Kim, ripped up Rose's letter, scared Mylene, and trapped Juleka in the bathroom. Where were your lectures on kindness and tolerance then?
This results in a fight and the two not willing to work together. Poor MK is dealing with being stuck in the middle until he gets captured and can no longer be their buffer.
MK: (Playing a harmonica inside a cage)
Antibug: Would you knock it off?
So Antibug ultimately requires the other two to work together. Marinette admits difficulty letting go of her hurt feelings to see when someone is being genuine and not letting first impressions cloud her judgement of people. Adrien acknowledges that he needs to acknowledge when he or someone else is doing something harmful.
Adrien: Haven't I apologized enough for the gum? It was just gum! I wasn't the one who put it there! I thought we moved past it! I apologized already, didn't I?
Marinette: When?
Adrien: What?
Marinette: When did you ever apologize?
Adrien: Of course I did! It was right after the...wait......oh.
Marinette: ...
Adrien: I...I thought I had. It seemed so obvious.
Marinette: Well, it wasn't. And every time since then, it's felt like you cared more about protecting Chloe's reputation and sense of mind by denying she did anything wrong.
Adrien: I never meant it that way. I just...I just wanted us all to get along. And I was angry because you keep acting like I'm the enemy every time we interact! MK was fine with me, but it felt like nothing I did was good enough for you because you could never look past that first incident.
Marinette: It's hard to look past something when the person involved keeps acting like hurting you isn't a big deal.
The two eventually talk things out—quickly, because MK is still in trouble.
MK is just glad his cousin and friend are getting along.
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Evilustrator would be hilarious.
MK and Chat: (Angry) What do you MEAN you're going on a date with an akuma?!
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What’s on their mind?
Kokonoi, Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Manjiro, and Hakkai
Warnings: none but they're referring to you when they use the pronouns they/them/their
Kokonoi
I can't leave because things could go wrong at any moment, meanwhile, I have them traveling the world without me. At least one of us can have fun adventures, try new foods, and meet new people. I shouldn't send them out so often, but they shouldn't be stuck because of the life I chose. When they get back we can travel around Japan, there's still a lot we haven't seen here.
Souya
It’s not fair how they always overlook me. I'm always just going to be Nahoya’s twin, the sweet one. Is that the problem? Do I have to be more vulgar, and violent to get out of his shadow? If being sweet isn't enough for me to get them alone for a minute, I could be that dangerous person. I’m in a gang too and I have a lengthy record of hurting people. Then again, what if I like being sweet? Why can't they give me the same attention?
Mitsuya
I hope they don't want kids because I want to have a nice house near the ocean and a room that has a glass wall so that I could stare at the waves crashing while I cuddle up beside them in a soft bed, occasionally kissing their cheek. Being able to rest as long as I need without having to think about anyone else. I always wanted a pet so maybe I could listen to the sound of a little bird chirping while I sweep the floors and prepare a meal for them since they’re about to be done with work.
Chifuyu
What if Takemichi’s lying to me because he doesn't want me to give up on him, so he tells me what I want to hear? How do I know he won't tell me that the future doesn't go the way I wanted because something bad happened, but it was for the greater good so he can't fix it? Even if it's true that I was happy with them in an alternate timeline, how do I know he won't mess it up before I can get there?
Manjiro
We’ve been hanging out a lot lately. Maybe I should give them a uniform, but if they're with Toman they won't have time to do their usual stuff. I wonder if they’re up, I could just ask but if they say no, what would that mean? Things are good now, but somehow things are going to go bad again, so it's probably best to leave them out of Toman. I could leave them alone now so they aren't hurt. No, if we’re together then things will be fine. They’re going to look great in their uniform.
Hakkai
Has anyone told them about it yet? Things are good now, but what if they don't like me anymore? They’ve seen me fight before so I'm sure they know I can protect them from most people, just not everyone. Yuzuha said it was okay because I was the youngest and she was doing what big sisters do. I can stand up for myself now. I haven't needed her protecting me for a while now. Why does everyone think I'm a loser? I was just scared.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#kokonoi x reader#kokonoi hajime#souya x reader#souya kawata#mitsuya x reader#mitsuya takashi#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu matsuno#manjiro x reader#manjiro sano#hakkai x reader#hakkai shiba
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O and L : Drunken Apologies never feel quite as sincere
This is an excerpt from something I’m working on, Enjoy! ( Reblogs are okay , just give credit and I do check tags!)
L has just come back from a date with U, a guy from her French lit class and they have pulled up in front of her house and he cuts the engine
L: I had a lot of fun tonight but mini golf is definitely not one of my strengths .
U: Yeah , no that much was apparent after seeing your work on the eighteenth hole.
L: Hey, that was not my fault!
U: Not your fault, L , your ball ricocheted off of the windmill and almost hit a five year old.
L: well in my defense, the arcade shouldn’t have put that windmill there and that lady shouldn’t have put her kid there so…
U: (laughs) you are unbelievable and I mean that in the best way possible.
L and U share a smile and a small moment of silence before they begin to lean in for a kiss. Before their lips make contact U stops as he sees something in the distance.
U : is there someone sitting on your porch?
L turns around to look in the same direction as U and sighs frustratedly
L: I’m sorry , I gotta go.
U: Who is that?
L: My neighbor , it’s a long story which I will share with you the next time we do this because I had a great time tonight.
U : wait so, Im getting a second date?
L: yes, and a third and a fourth and so on and so forth, if you play your cards right.
L quickly gathers her things, leans over to give U a kiss on the cheek and hurries to leave the car. U pulls off shortly after.
L walks up to O who’s sitting on the porch. He takes a swig of the drink in his hand that appears to be whiskey.
L: O, it’s midnight; what are you doing here?
O: You look nice, where are you coming from? A date?
L: that’s none of your business. Why are you here, I told you to stay away from me , my family and my house. Was I not clear?
O: Who’s the guy?
L: That’s also none of your business.
O: Look, you could either tell me who he is or I can find out on my own…your choice.
L: (sighs) His name is U and he’s in my summer Lit class. He’s been asking me out for a while now and I’ve been putting it off because I was occupied with other … people . Now that I’m not, I finally said yes.
O: Do you like him?
L: And if I do, what does it matter to you?
O: it’s a simple yes or no question, L.
L: Yes, I do and I like him so much that we almost kissed tonight and we’re going on another date soon.
O: Almost, what do you mean almost?
L: I mean I would’ve but I had to come find out why a drunken dumbass was sitting on my porch.
O: Oh yeah (laughs)
O takes another sip of his drink
O: (slurring) It’s not fair , that should be me.
L: And it could’ve been you but you had to go and lie to me like…
O: I didn’t lie to you because I wanted to L! I did because I had to. I couldn’t tell you the whole truth because if I did ; you would want nothing to do with me.
L: And it never crossed your mind that maybe I liked you enough to overlook whatever it was that you thought you couldn’t tell me.
O: I doubt that anything involving me having a secret girlfriend would be something that you would be willing to overlook . No ones that understanding L, not even you.
L: Whatever O , you’re drunk and you’re making excuses for being an ass. Get up , I’m taking you home.
O : you know what , fine L . You think you want to know the truth so bad, well here it goes
O gets up from the porch swing and walks over to L. He grabs her by the arm and begins to drag her to his house.
L: No , O , what are you doing?!
O: Giving you what you want, the truth.
L: No , O, stop…
O continues to drag L to his house and she keeps trying to break free of his grasps. To no avail, she fails because even in his sloppy drunken state he still over powers her.
XOXO
Love ,
Orion’s Belt and Orion Writes ❤️💛❤️💛
#creative writers#writing community#writing#writers on tumblr#writing inspiration#inspiration#screenplay
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I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion in this fandom or what but after seeing some posts and asks surrounding this I sort of wanted to just give my two measly cents.
Be aware, there are Knives Out spoilers from here on out:
I don't think Pen being a romance option is wrong or should have never happened. We know Pen was a late addition as a bachelor and it's okay if the devs haven't wholly figured things out since the game is in early access still. I will say I'm concerned given where we are in the year, with the update and all that with how the romance was handled - especially given the whole full release date stuff.
I don't want this to be (Spoiler for My Time At Portia) another Aadit where things just... end and we have nothing to go off of. With Pen we have more context at least but it's not enough for those of us who romanced him. And the lack of engagement post-reveal of Pen's role is very unsatisfying. I hope that changes, I hope it's just an oversight.
I get that it can feel like, "But how can something so big be an oversight" and my answer to that is, I don't know. I just know it's early access so I'm just going to put in trust something better happens. Whether that is just some exchanges to cement Pen's villainous direction and end things - a closure, or we work on getting him back on our side in some manner.
What I want is for the other hearts to unlock with Pen and there be development. What I want is him to be selfish and ditch his loyalty to Duvos at the chance of maybe garnering more attention or what not via helping Sandrock. What I want is Pen and the player to be able to end things or work on them. What I want is whether he's lying or not about what happened that there's well written growth. I don't expect much, because as much as I adore Pathea and they have surprised me with things at times, they also don't always follow through. That's not an insult or meant to be offensive, that's just my opinion and it doesn't change the love I have for this team.
In terms of Pen being romanceable... I think it adds to the narrative well for those that chose him. I think it adds if Pathea decides against returning him to us as a marriage candidate post-Knives Out. I think it adds if they (hopefully) do find a means to return him to us. I don't think him being a romance option is wrong. I think how it was handled was missing important elements needed for the players that romanced him.
At the moment, there's no acknowledgement, closure or any hint whether he's full on antagonist or whether we'll have the chance to get him back.
Personally, that's frustrating. I immersed myself in a character who genuinely enjoyed Pen's antics with no interest in anyone else to romance. Now I don't know if there's a future or not on this playthrough in terms of romance. And I don't want to just examine who could be a next potential candidate because I don't have any information to guide me if I should. It's discouraging to some degree to even think about that when I spent so long on this save figuring out how my character fits into everything and who she favors. Yes, it's just a game but it's also a story and narrative I let my imagination sink a lot of hours into and I think that's not something to overlook with the player audience. Creating any story is going to ignite imagination and therefore not keeping that in mind is doing a disservice to your audience.
I feel there's importance and a place if Pen is a dedicated 'evil' and villain. If that's what the devs want to commit to, that's fine. It's not what I want but it is something I can accept. The romance part certainly adds a fun thing to the betrayal. My beef is in how it was handled, how lack lustered it was. I feel like I'm left standing without foundation beneath my feet. I think that provoking that feeling is good in some parts, but that's only on an emotional basis - not a gameplay/technical one due to having no engagement or choices, nor any acknowledgement to the relationship between the two. I can be fine if the towns people don't acknowledge it, even if that's also meh. But for Pen and the builder to be unable to seems like a punch to the gut and unfair.
Anyways, a moot gave good advice over on their ask here that finally tipped me into writing this post. But I'll also add the link right here to fill out the survey for Knives Out. If you want Pen back or have opinions, it's best to kindly fill that out.
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Okay but that Masked Villains AU sounds fun and interesting. What’s it like for Ruby having to deal with both enemies?
Ruby rolled her eyes and slammed a mallet down onto a mechanical mole. “I dont need your help to calm down, I’m doing just fine on my own.”
“And on your own, you mean abusing this poor whack-a-mole machine?” Yang asked.
Ruby paused and lowered the mallet with a sigh. “Okay, maybe they’re getting a little on my nerves.”
“A little? Rubes, you havent had a good night’s sleep in months.And when was the last time you quit stressing about the White Fang?”
“Because nothing they’re doing makes sense! Well… not entirely… I mean, I understand the trains. Those are run by the SDC so hijacking and derailing them is not too far out of what would hurt the SDC, but what I dont understand is why rob dust stores? They’ve been hijacking trains and other shipments, why go out of the way to steal from dust shops that arent supplied by the SDC? It does nothing for them.”
“Maybe they’ve finally had enough from all of us.”
Ruby sighed and put the mallet down as the machine read “Game Over” on the display. “It feels counter intuitive to me. Sure, its not perfect yet, but Vale and Vacuo have been making strides to make things better for everyone. It wont take long before Atlas and Mistral are pressured to do the same.”
“And its probably not happening quickly enough.” Yang picked up the mallet and started to hit each mole that popped up, her eyes fixated on the pattern as her mechanical arm gripped the side of the machine to keep her balance. “What about the other girl? The one with the computerized mask?”
“She seems to have the same goals as the White Fang, but I’m not sure what she’s doing.” Ruby leaned against a light pole and looked up at the ferris wheel that overlooked the fairgrounds. “Though, I’m not actually sure what she’s after. She’s never talked, only ever attacked dust shipments by train, but she doesnt seem to do anything more. The crews and Atlas drones are left intact, no dust is ever moved away, its almost as if she’s just trying to cause an inconvenience.”
“Maybe its time you quit working for the SDC and start teaching like I am. Sure its a boring life, but then you dont have to worry about all of this.”
“I cant… not until I figure out what’s going on.”
Yang placed the mallet down and collected the tickets that started to spew from the machine. “And what if there isnt anything to figure out? What if it’s just as simple as the White Fang growing bolder because they know they can get away with it? Or what if that girl is just messing with you?”
“Then maybe I need to figure it out on my own.”
“And maybe you’re just a little insane.”
Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose and started to walk off. “Maybe its time I go home.”
“And miss out on the fun? Your loss.”
Ruby shook her head and wandered around the fairgrounds as she lost herself in thought. All she wanted was for everything to make sense. The White Fang, the girl with the computerized mask, the grimm that seemed to follow commands and orders… none of it was making any more sense than when Ozpin tried to explain everything to her before.
“Seems like Mistral went all out this year for the Vytal Festival.”
Ruby was pulled out of her thoughts as she heard the voice of a cat faunus standing next to her. With a smile, she nodded. “If only they’d do the same with anything else they do.”
“Isnt that the truth.” The cat faunus smiled with piercing amber eyes. “I’m Blake. And you are?”
“Ruby.”
“What are you doing all alone out here? Figured someone like you would have someone to be with.”
“I’m not alone. Well… not entirely. My sister’s around here somewhere, I… needed a bit of time to think about a few things. I’ll join her again soon.”
Blake smiled and offered a hand to Ruby. “Well, would you mind if I join you?”
“I’m not so sure I’m that much fun-”
“You dont need to be.”
Ruby turned around to find another woman behind her who walked over to the pair. “And you are?”
“Weiss Schnee, disowned heiress.”
“More like an ex-heiress,” Blake retorted. “And unfortunately, she’s why I’m here tonight.”
Ruby looked confused as she watched the two. “I figured a faunus would stay away from a Schnee.”
Weiss grinned and pulled Ruby in close as she whispered to her. “Not unless we both have a goal in mind.”
Ruby didnt have any time to try to ask what Weiss meant until she was pulled into a kiss. Her legs started to give out as her head swirled in bliss from the soft, drugged lips that pressed up against her own.
Once she was sure Ruby was out, she pulled away and wiped the lipstick off and awkwardly held Ruby. “Mind helping me?”
“You could’ve waited until we got her out of the fairgrounds like we originally planned.” Blake picked up Ruby and put her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “And where exactly are we supposed to take her now?”
Weiss smirked and started to walk off. “Brunswick Farm. Its not far from here and nobody will think about looking for her there. Which means we’ll have plenty of time to… persuade her to see our reason.”
Blake sighed and followed close behind Weiss. “You better be sure about this…”
#rwby#ruby rose#rwby ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#drabbles#masked villains au#masked villains
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A Summoner Birthday
Special Quest: Sandayu
Oh man, Mr. Boogeyman wasn't kidding about this place. He has a fine eye for details.
He does, doesn't he? You'll have to thank him and Kurogane later.
You brought Sandayu to the virtual fairytale world for some fun.
Sandayu: I hear there is a dungeon under the castle on the hill. I've always wanted to do a "dungeon climb".
Lupin: I think you mean a dungeon crawl. But yeah, we can do that. We'll have to dress the part for it, so let's stop by Arachne's shop on the way.
Sandayu: Okay, I can't wait to see what she has.
Lupin: Then, let's go.
With that, you and Sandayu go to Arachne's shop to get changed before going to the dungeons under the castle on the hill.
A little later after getting your new clothes at Arachne's shop, you and Sandayu go to the castle on the hill overlooking Candyland.
These are some duds. That Arachne really knows her stuff.
Lupin: (in Princely Regalia) I'm glad you like it.
Sandayu: So, shall we begin in the dungeons?
Lupin: Okay. Let's get going.
A short time later, you and Sandayu were in the dungeons where you both begin your dungeon crawl.
In almost no time at all, you and Sandayu completed your crawl, having conquered every challenge in the dungeon.
Before you knew it, you two are in the castle's hallways.
Sandayu: (gasping with excitement) That was fun. But I'm hot and tired. Know a place where we can cool off?
Lupin: I know a place.
A short while later, you and Sandayu are in the castle's hidden pool, floating around on the water.
I shouldn't be surprised that a place like this is in a castle. Then again, castles like these are not like the ones I'm used to.
Yeah, I guess it is a lot different. Especially considering that this castle is just ones and zeroes. But the feeling from the experience is just as real.
Sandayu: (a bit nervous) I... I know.
Lupin: What is it, Mr. Sandayu?
Sandayu looked like he was doing something wrong and didn't know how to explain it.
Sandayu: It's just... That's just it. I'm "Mr." Sandayu to you. I know I'm just a sub filling in for Mr. Mononobe until he returns from... Well, wherever he is now, but I'm still a teacher and you, my student. And yet, I can't stop these feelings I have for you. It's a good feeling, thought, but it's just wrong. Why even spend this day with me? Wouldn't you rather be with someone close to your age? Like Wakan Tanka. I know you are the closest to him out of all the others. So why? Why me?
You are a bit unsure of the answer, but you try as best as you can.
Lupin: I guess because, deep down, you're more than just my teacher, you're someone I really care about. We all care about you. Even Tadatomo and Bigfoot said so.
Sandayu: I know. Maybe it's because you hold Yoshitsune's soul. I just don't know.
Lupin: ... Look, I still don't know much about myself or the other souls within me. All I can say is this: No matter what, I still hold you in my heart. You're one of the most precious people I know. You were even brave enough to fill in for Mr. Mononobe. Only someone with a big heart could go out of his way to do that. You don't even ask for something in return, only that we respect you as much as we respect Mr. Mononobe. So, if you do have any feelings, please, don't shun them away. Embrace them.
Sandayu knows that what you are saying is true. He feeling a lot better now.
Sandayu: You know, you're right. I don't know why that thought came over me. I guess I've been your teacher for so long, I got paranoid... Then again, I am a ninja. It's my job to be paranoid. But still, what you said makes me feeling a lot better. Thank you for always being there, Lupin.
Lupin: And thank you for being there, too, Sandayu.
You both get close together in the water, your love showing that it is not wrong, just different. You both know it'll all work out in the end.
Before you both know it, it was now getting late. You both dry off, get dressed, and make your way to Candyland to return home.
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red or white? | frank castle
frank castle x fem!reader
word count: 7.1k
warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (thigh riding, handjob, fingering) swearing, general sexual content, mention of death
a/n: HELLO sorry i haven’t been super active the past couple days but i am BACK and i have a few stories all lined up !!!! but i wrote this one a while back and first date frank owns my heart okay bye love u all!!!!
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His eyes shift between the two small bottles on the fractured kitchen sink. Why is he even thinking about this? Just fucking pick one. Make a decision. Act. He knows he can, years in the army had him making split second choices, choices that decided lives; the fate of the men around him. Bullets flying everywhere, heat of fire and blood spraying his face, he could choose the right answer, turn the right way, pick the right one to shoot first quicker than he could blink an eye. But right now, two tiny bottles of aftershave sitting in front of him, he can’t seem to make up his damn mind.
Maybe its because of what part of him is leading this decision. He always uses his head. He’s smart, he can think on his feet, he knows how to get out alive, but right now, the pumping rhythm in his chest was telling him what to do, and it took him for a fucking six.
You... you left him dazed and sweaty, like he’d just run a marathon trying to hold your gaze. Getting frustrated at how ridiculous he was being, he shoved both the bottles off the sink, a single swipe of his hand sending them both flying, nearly shattering them.
“Hey! Don’t break those. They were a gift from my wife.” Micro shouts from the control room, and Frank leans down to pick them up, screwing the lid off one bottle blindly and tapping it on his neck. It smells fine, he doesn’t really care, but he hopes its the one you like.
“Which one did she like?” Frank says, coming back into the main room, adjusting his tie. He hadn’t worn a suit like this in years, and as much as the tie felt constricting, and he had definitely filled out these pants more than he remembered, it felt good to be back in one. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he has to swallow hard, memories of the last time he saw himself like this, wearing something like this flooding his brain. He clung to the image of you, the promise of you at whatever fancy fuckin’ restaurant he’d finally made the decision to reserve, and the thoughts disappeared enough to hear a reply.
“Why? You trying to pick up my wife?” Micro spins around in the chair to face him, giving an approving nod at his appearance. Thats good enough for Frank.
“Already did. Remember?” He points at the camera where Micro would have seen him and his wife kissing, and the grumble that comes out of him makes Frank laugh. His phone buzzes on the table, and his smile grows when he sees your name pop up on the screen, telling him your about to leave.
“Get out. Have fun on your big date. Maybe your incredible personality will be enough for her to overlook that haircut.” Micro spun back around, the sarcasm in his voice dripping through the insult, but Frank just laughs again, clicking the keys to the van. If he had a better ride than this, he would have offered to pick you up, done the whole gentleman thing, but you live right above the restaurant, and he had to admit he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of you seeing him roll up in this.
Everything about you made him nervous. In a good way, he thinks. Starting the car and putting his hands on the wheel, he notices how sweaty his palms are. God, he’s acting like a fucking kid. You make him feel like just that, though. A kid, falling in love for the first time again, and thats what it was, for him at least. He’d been in love with you since he’d seen you that first night, taking on two guys with machine guns with nothing but your bare hands and a couple of shards of glass. You took them down with a class and expertise he’d only seen in the mirror, and the way you didn’t back down from him, didn’t question why he was there, just asked him to ‘Get out of your fucking way’.
Sure, maybe not the most romantic of beginnings, but he never had to hide from you, from the start you saw all of him, all the fucked up, ugly parts, and still stuck around, and that meant more to him that he could put in to words. He pulls out of the garage he’s been calling home for the past couple of months, and sends up a prayer he doesn’t somehow fuck up the best thing he’s almost had.
You have tried on every dress you own, but nothing works. Staring at the mess of about 30 dresses you accumulated for tonight specifically, a mix of clothes borrowed from your friends, ones you had worn to some weddings, and a few brand new ones, you suddenly felt like everything made you look like you were wearing a paper bag. You were a mess ever since he asked you out, nearly vomiting from nerves just hours before.
You have never acted like this, your life was one full of near death experiences, but tonight seemed like the most daunting one. Frank was just perfect, and you were so scared you were going to say something dumb, do something stupid, your hands were shaking and your stomach flipping like a rollercoaster. Ever since you had met him, there had been this underlying, flirty chemistry between you, but you knew his past and he knew yours, both of you never making a move until a week ago.
* * * * flashback * * * *
It was the dead of night, and you were both holed up on the top of a roof, Frank staring down the line of his sniper, you eating some cold Chinese food that lost all its heat the minute you opened it, exposing it to the increasingly freezing wind. It picked up, making your hair fly wildly behind your head.
“Ten bucks you dont make this shot.” You said into the dark, only catching the glint of a smile on Franks face.
“No faith.” He mumbles, pushing his face hard into the lens of the sniper, and you could see the mark it was going to leave. Watching him shoot always left you in awe, but something was different about tonight, the way his mouth twitched as his focus fell around him like a shield, blocking everything out but him and his target. You found yourself wishing he would focus that hard on you, and as if he was reading your mind, he spoke. “Wanna make it interesting?”
“Whats not interesting about ten bucks?” You smile, and he shifts his body a little, not looking at you.
“Fine. Ten bucks, but I want something else if I win.” Your head tilts, and he still doesn’t take his eyes off the target.
“Alright, big guy. Let’s hear it.”
“A date.” The wind whistles through your ears and you think you must of misheard him, but the physical reaction your body has, blood rushing to your head and your heartbeat so hard it moves your chest makes you think you didn’t.
“A date.” He makes a little ‘mhmm’ sound, moving the snipers stand to get a better angle.
“What kind of date?” You ask, so soft your not sure if he caught it.
“A date. You in a pretty dress, I’ll wear a suit. Nice restaurant, walk in the park. The whole nine yards.” His voice is so deep, so sure of what he wants. Thankfully he isn’t looking at you, because your giant grin would give away how long you had been waiting him to ask.
“Thats what you want?” You honestly just want to hear him say it again, and he obliges.
“Thats what I want. A real date. No cheap take out food, no missions, none of that shit. Just you n’ me.” You have to turn away, bite your lip, dig your fingernails into your palm just to control yourself enough to reply.
“Make the shot, then.”
He fires as soon as you say it, and even you can see he made it flawlessly, straight through the eye as the body falls to the ground, your heart doing the opposite.
* * * * end of flashback * * * *
Finally, you just close your eyes and pick a damn dress, landing on a long emerald green one, shiny material reflecting under the lights in your room. You hold it against your hand and you notice how well the colour compliments your skin, and you hope its enough to keep his attention on you. Carefully sliding it over your already done hair and makeup, you quickly shove on some plain shoes that were covered by the dress anyways, and as you are flicking through some earring choices, you hear the beep of your phone and your heart stops, knowing who it is. He’s waiting down the bottom of your apartment building, he refused to let you walk to the restaurant alone, even if it was a street away. You live on a pretty fancy block, so the whole area was full of nice places to eat, not that you could afford to eat there, only getting the apartment in the inheritance your parents left you.
Choosing some small gold hoops, you grab your phone and your clutch. You go to leave, but stop before you open it. Taking a deep breath, you try to convince yourself this is really happening. You have no idea where this night is going to go, but you know where ever Frank is, thats where you want to be. You psych yourself up like your about to go on one of your missions, and walk out of your apartment, taking the elevator down to the main lobby where you know he’s waiting.
Frank is a mess. He’s pacing a little, and the door guy is giving him a side eye so intense Frank is about a second away from knocking his fucking lights out. That is, until, everything melts away when you step out of that elevator, looking like something out of his dreams. He has to clench his jaw otherwise it would be hanging open, and he’s kicking himself because how did he not notice you hiding a body like that? He doesn’t know that name of that colour your wearing but its his new favourite, and he isn’t shy about the way his eyes scan your body, passing down over your hips and stopping to admire the sliver of skin that shows when you take a step, the slit in your dress practically calling his name. You stop in front of him, and he can’t find words. He is still taking in the sight of you, your body, every curve accented and soft and fucking gorgeous, and it’s only when he raises his head that he finds your eyes, still as pretty as he remembered. He swallows, and a small smile comes across your face.
“Hi.” You say softly, you two so close that its all you allow. Frank doesn’t reply, just lets his eyes drop down your body again. You feel like he can see through you, and you have never seen the look that glazes his eyes now. You hope thats a good thing. You aren’t exactly shy about the way you check him out either. He looks damn good in a suit, the pants tight and fitted, making his legs seem bigger than you remember. He towers over you and your face is in front of his tie, the tight collar filling your vision and imagination. Christ, you need to get a hold of yourself; the date hasn’t even started and your already picturing him naked.
“You look..” he shakes his head and your smile grows. “You look like an angel.” Your mouth opens at his compliment, breath shaking as you exhale. You are reminded why he makes you so nervous, and you giggle under the pressure.
“You shaved.” You imagine him in the bathroom, carving away the stubble that you saw him with last, just for you. It takes a second, but he smiles and starts laughing with you.
“I did.” He offers you his arm and you take it way too quickly to be playing it cool, walking out into the night, head in the clouds and eyes on him.
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“Are you supposed to drink red or white wine with fish?” You peer over at Frank from your menu, and you are relived to see he looks just as confused as you.
“When it costs this much, you drink whatever the hell you want.” You raise the menu over your face to hide your laugh, but he doesn’t, and you relish in the fact that you get to see it. His smile changes his whole face, and it lights up his eyes in a way you haven’t had the chance to admire before tonight. Usually when you see him his face is either covered in blood or hidden in the dark, but under the orange lights of the restaurant, you can stare at him as much as you want. The waiter comes over to take your order, and you dont miss how respectful Frank is to him, smiling at him and handing over the menu, and you are so lost in your admiration that you miss the waiter asking you for your choice.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was the question?” They were both looking at you, and even thought the waiter was considerable older than Frank, they looked like they had already become friends, sharing a knowing look and you squint at Frank, suspicious.
“I think the lady got a bit distracted. Is that right, sweetheart?” His leg touches yours under the table and your muscles seize in surprise, but they dont move away. You just nod and smile, and the waiter returns it.
“Your date has already ordered for you, but I was just asking for the wine preference. House red or white?” You look at Frank, who is no help, his eyes currently caught somewhere between your face and your chest. You remember what he said earlier, and decide to go out on a limb.
“Do you have anything... pink?” You look up to the waiter, who just nods, answering in a ‘I know just the thing’ kind of smile and walks away. You look at Frank again, whos eyes have finally found your face again.
“What?”
“Nothing. Good choice.” You catch the smirk he tries to hide under his hand, and you wish you were closer. Maybe to swat at him for laughing, and maybe to do something else.
“Hey! You said to get whatever I want, and what I want is pink, sugary wine.”He laughs now, eyes sparkling. “You will be eating your words when you try it.”
“I have. Its good shit, I wasn’t lying.”
“Since when did the Frank Castle drink pink moscato in his spare time? I would have picked you for a ‘whiskey from the bottle, no ice ‘cause I’m tough’ kind of guy.” The waiter returns, filling your glasses with the pretty pink liquid, and Frank hands the first glass to you, your fingers brushing his when you take it, and the fire his accidental touch leaves behind makes your heart ache. He raises his own glass, and replies before taking a sip of his own.
“Guess you dont know everything then, huh?” You squint at him again and drink your own glass, the alcohol simmering in your empty stomach, and you aren’t sure if the blush that spreads over your cheeks is from the alcohol or the way Frank leans back in his chair and looks at you, assessing.
You both talk about your days, Frank making fun of the way you still eat fruit loops for breakfast every morning, and you being genuinely shocked that he spent three hours cleaning guns, as if anyone would need to spend that long on cleaning a weapon. Conversation flows as naturally as it always does, and the nerves begin to settle under the pink wine in your stomach. This is how it feels to be with him, like its the most natural thing in the world, and you begin to scare yourself by how much you are leaning on this working out. It was a bet to him, after all. Wasn’t it?
Frank can’t believe his luck. He’s sitting in the fanciest restaurant he’s ever been in, eating a giant lobster that probably cost more than his watch, and the attention of the prettiest girl in the room is on him. You had taken his breath away when he saw you, and he instantly felt like he didn’t measure up, but the way your eyes raked him, the way you were so lost in him you didn’t even order for yourself, wrapped up in whatever thoughts your imagination stirred up made his ego soar.
The things he would do to get inside that head, to see what you were thinking about him. About this. He only bet you this night because he had no other idea how to break that weird wall he’d built up between you. The night wasn’t even over, and he’s finding himself worried about it being over, and never getting to take you out again, missing the chance to have his hands on you again, be so close he could smell your perfume, feel the heat of your breath on his cheek when you spoke. It set him alight, made his blood burn in his veins, rushing and sparking. He stares up at you, digging in to your meal, and he can’t help it.
“I meant it, before. You look damn beautiful in that dress.” You nearly choke on the food you were swallowing, the compliment feeling so much more intimate, packing hundreds of nights with words left unsaid behind it.
“You look good, too. Never seen you in a suit before.” You smile, taking a big gulp of your drink, Frank filling up your glass attentively when you finish.
“Job doesn’t really call for it.” You cant help the laugh that tumbles out of your mouth, and a slightly proud smile washes over Frank. “Wouldn’t mind if you wore that dress next time, though.” Your eyes wash over with surprise and a little bit of something else, the leg Frank has stretched out under the table moves to slide against the outside of your thigh, and you suppress the shudder his simple touch draws from you.
“Maybe I will.” You say from behind your wine glass, biting you lip, and Frank opens his mouth, but is interrupted by the waiter taking your empty plates.
“Are you planning on ordering a dessert?” He asks as he stacks the plates, and Frank looks at you, letting you take the lead.
“Yes, please. What do you have?” You grin up at the waiter and he leans down, hiding his face from Frank.
Frank is now the one left in the dark, and as the waiter gets a little closer, Franks leg instinctively slides closer to you. He is not jealous, thats ridiculous. You weren’t even his, this was one date, but God how he wanted you to be. Then he wouldn’t have to push down the urge to grab your hand, thread his fingers between your own, kiss you nice and slow over the table and make everyone here know you were with him and him alone. The waiter leaves and Franks eyes follow him, making sure the smile on his face was only a professional one.
Franks legs have one of yours between them, and every time he pulls his chair in a bit or slides down to get comfortable, he inches tortuously close to you, and you know you wont get what you desperately want here, or maybe at all. Part of you wants to take it slow, if you get to take it at all, but another part thinks both of you have waited long enough, fought hard enough that you shouldn’t deny either one of you what you want any longer. It doesn’t help that his tie has come a little loose, sliding to the right and you can now see the trail of buttons down his dress shirt, every inhale making a little bit of skin show, taunting you.
The giant Sunday bowel lands in between you, and when you look up at the waiter and smile, he gives you a little wink, and you notice he only left one spoon. Looking back at Frank, you can tell he’s picked up on it too, ever the observer. He picks up the spoon, swirling it around and picking up some of the ice cream and chocolate sauce. You lean over the table and so does he, getting as close as possible with the barrier in between you.
“Tell me how it tastes.” He says, his voice low in his throat as he brings the spoon towards your lips. Opening your mouth you welcome the sweet taste, the cold ice cream and warm chocolate sauce a heavenly mix in your mouth, and you hum in approval, closing your eyes and hollowing your cheeks, making sure you get every drop.
Frank is going to give that fucking waiter his entire wallet as a tip. Watching you as your lips wrap around the spoon, taking it a little deeper than you probably need to, you put on a show for him as you take the first bite, and his pants become tighter than he thought possible.
“So fucking good, Frank.” You take the spoon back into your mouth and get the rest of the ice cream. He is whipped now, and when a tiny moan escapes the back of your throat he nearly shoves the table out from between you and takes you on the floor. You pull back, reaching for it and scooping up the same amount.
“Your turn.” Frank opens his mouth, but he doesn’t take his time, doesn’t close his eyes to enjoy the taste. No, he keeps his eyes on you, making sure you see how his tongue flicks out and takes the spoon in his mouth. He swallows, and with expert precision he cleans the spoon, within seconds letting it drop out of his mouth, perfectly clean. “Did you even taste it?”
“Sweet.” He says, but his eyes aren’t on the ice cream. You take a big scoop and keep your eyes on him as you eat it, letting the ice cool down the rush of heat his eyes send into you. A little bit of melted ice cream falls form the corner of your mouth, and Frank catches your chin in his hand, so fast, like he was waiting for it.
Swiping a thumb up and over your mouth, he takes the spoon out of your mouth and his thumb continues across, cleaning your lips of any scarce part of mess. You think you might pass out, but when his hand leaves you and he takes his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the taste of the ice cream and you onto his tongue, you’re pretty sure you actually do pass out.
“Like I said. Sweet.” he smiles innocently and scoops up some more ice cream, putting it back to your mouth, and you open immediately. “You like that?” Nodding, your thighs go to squeeze together but you forget that his leg is already between your own, and instinctively he reacts by using his other leg to keep the pressure on. No one can see under the table, so when one of his hands brushes against your bare knee, hardly even touching you, you practically pant under the mouthful of ice cream he feeds you.
Frank can’t help it, he thinks he will tear this restaurant apart if he doesn't touch you, any part of you in that moment. He lets the pads of his calloused fingers reach out and touch the soft skin just above your knee, and he can feel himself slowly losing that composure he’s worked all night to keep together. Removing the spoon from your mouth again, your eyes flutter open and find him, your cheeks blushing red.
You both stare at each other, Frank finishing the last of his wine as he signals for the waiter. You reach for your bag, ready to pay at least some of this extremely expensive bill and get out of here, at least get yourself some fresh air so you can focus on the rest of the night, but when you look up, Frank has already signed the receipt.
“Frank. I could have paid, really. You didn’t have to...” His eyebrows cross in confusion.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He shrugs him off, and as you thank him, you look over seeing he left a very large tip, smiling as he writes a little ‘thank you’ on the bill. Frank gets up and offers you a hand which you take and dont let go of, letting your fingers intertwine.
Walking out of the restaurant, you have no idea where you’re going but you don’t care, you would walk all the way across New York if it meant Frank would keep holding your hand.
“I wanna show you somethin’, okay?” He murmurs in your ear, the hot kiss of his words making you shiver, realising how cold you are. Without saying anything he slides off his jacket and, unlinking your hands he slides it over you, wrapping his strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You slide your arm around him, and you feel his muscles flex under your touch just for a second, and then relax. He kisses the top of your head and you hide your face in his shirt. This was so different than any other night you’ve spent together, but some how it feels so much better, it feels right.
Frank feels at peace. It takes a lot for him to feel relaxed, to even fall asleep these days, but right now, with your arms wrapped around each other, nothing has made him this mellow in a long fucking time. Rounding a corner, the noise of the street disappears, the trickling of the river you finally reach the only sound.
“Holy shit.” You breath, taking in the sight in front of you. You dont know how deep into the park you are, and you had to go through a gate that Frank locked behind you to find it, but the river looks clean, the stars reflecting perfectly in its still water, ripples from the tiny waterfall at the peak the only disturbance. You dont realise Frank had stepped away from you until he comes back, his arms spinning you around to face him and pulling you against his chest.
“Hi.” You dont know what else to say, and he exhales and that famous side smile grows on his face. “This was worth the ten bucks I lost.”
“Yeah?” You nod, and he laughs.
“I think I might bet you more often.” Testing the statement, you want to see how he reacts. Is that all this is to him? The way his body reacts tells you it might be more, but he’s so damn hard to read, you need to hear him say it.
“You don’t have to bet me to take you out, sweetheart.” There it is. The air changes, and you dont feel cold anymore. You slide his jacket off your shoulders and it hits the ground behind you, his hands coming up over your shoulders, ghosting your collarbones, giving you goosebumps.
“No? What should I do, then?” Your voice shakes when you ask, because one of his hands is on the side of your neck and his head starts to dip, the promise of his mouth on you makes your core tighten.
“You just have to ask. I’ll do whatever you ask.” His face drags away from your neck, and you nearly whimper at the loss of the almost touch. He looks at you, its so overwhelming and suffocating and you want to drown in what you feel.
Your hands come up and play with his tie, loosening it a bit more, and Frank swallows. He’s waiting for you, like he did all night, like he always does. Even on a mission he lets you set the pace, him taking care of anything you cant handle, but you want to handle this, you want this.
“Please, Frank.” His hand moves from your neck to your face and forces you to look up at him.
“Please what? Whatever you want, sweetheart. Say the words.” Your eyes close because you dont think you can look at him and say it.
“Kiss m-” He crashes against you and the wind leaves you in the best way, tasting him just as desperate as you are. He tastes like pink wine and chocolate; you cant get enough of it. Its fast paced and dizzying, and he takes a couple of steps forward, lifting you off the ground with one arm, just so you dont have to walk yourself, and stops when he presses you against the tree. The bark digs into your back a little but you dont care, the hand on your hip sliding up your body, exploring while his tongue does the same in your mouth is enough to cover the pain.
Frank is lost. Lost in the taste of you, the feeling of that fucking dress over your body. The only thing stopping him from tearing it to pieces is the fact that he wants you to wear it everywhere, all the time. His hands grip and pull at you and when they slip around to find your ass, the moan that you whisper into his mouth makes his head spin. The cold air seemingly doesn’t hit either of you, panting hot air makes little clouds of fog in between you when you finally tear yourselves away from each other long enough to get a breath in.
His hands dont stop touching you, the one on your ass slides up your back, pulling you off the tree so you are pressed flush against him. Your hands slide down from his neck and do a little exploring of your own, dragging down those abs that you’ve dreamt about touching for months. Your fingers feel every ridge and bump through his dress shirt, and you close your eyes, imaging whats underneath.
“You have any idea how many times I imagined your hands on me?” You didn’t realise Franks reaction to your explorative touch, and when you look up his face is in ruins. His eyebrows are bunched together, eyes closed and his mouth is open slightly, trying to suck air in but he can’t focus on breathing. You love that you have this effect on him, and your hands find his face and kiss him again.
This is slower, more like a conversation that a declaration. You listen to what he wants, his tongue sliding deeper into your mouth and you let him take control, silently desperate for him to overwhelm you. You know how turned on you are by the shiver in your body and how tight your core is, but when his hand finds the skin of your upper thigh, the dampness in between your legs is evident to even you.
Frank feels like he has to tie himself down to take this slow. He wants you to be comfortable, but the sound you make when his hand slips inside your dress, not even touching you makes him bite the inside of his mouth so hard he tastes blood. His face is an open book, every twitch of his mouth a tell of how bad he wants to ruin you for everyone else, make sure there isn’t a night where you dont lay down and think of him, so you are in just as much agony as he is when you aren’t with him. He pulls away from your lips but is quick to find your neck, instantly zoning in on that sweet spot, marking you with soft scrapes of his teeth and tongue, biting and soothing over and over. The hand in between your legs presses on your inner thigh, a silent instruction and you follow, spreading your legs a little wider. He leans you back against the tree and his leg comes between your thighs, your entire heat against him.
“Fucking hell.” You moan out, unable to stop the way your body moves slightly against his leg. He moves closer and takes more of your weight on top of his thigh, only adding to the pressure and relief. You are so turned on you think you might come just from this alone, but its when he starts talking you know you are fucked.
“That feel good, baby?” He purrs into your ear and you moan and nod in response. His hands come to your hips and he moves you, grinding you against him. Sparks explode in your entire body, and your head rolls forward to rest on his shoulder. He grinds you against him again, making you whimper his name, pleasure making your hips jerk on their own.
“This is all I was thinking about in that fuckin’ restaurant, you know that? Wanted to bend you over the table and have you make those pretty little sounds in front of everyone.” He nudges your head up with his own and kisses your mouth again, swallowing every moan with eager force.
“God, F-Frank. Why didn’t you?” You would let him do anything, anything right about now, even if he fucked you in front of a thousand people, you wouldn’t care as long as he was there. This seems to catch him off guard, both of your eyes meeting, his expression slightly less dazed than your own.
“Would you want me to do that? My sweet girl, wanting me to fuck her in front of all those rich assholes. Make them wish they can have you.” You just whisper his name over and over as he drags you against him again. You can feel the pressure in your stomach growing and the dampness of Franks pants increasing, but its still not enough, so you reach your hands out and find his belt, undoing it without dropping his eyes.
“Wanna feel you, too.” You kiss his jaw, then his nose and he nods against your forehead. Your hands dives into his pants, and although there isn’t a lot of room for movement, and your hand is dry, the sound that comes out of Frank is strangled, and his hands push your hips forward, pressing your heat almost directly against his erection.
Its the hottest thing he’s ever seen, you grinding yourself against him, hasty and desperate to wrap your hands around his cock. He loves every fucking second, the slight pain that your soft hand drags up his dry length makes him shake under your touch, and everything in his body contracts and relaxes when your thumb brushes over his tip.
“Fucki- shit. Shit you feel so good. You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” He kisses you everywhere, your face, your neck, forehead, collarbone, anywhere his lips can reach from this angle, like every part of you tastes different and he needs to experience them all, all the time. It sends you spinning under him, and his constant grinding against you paired with the twitch of his cock under your hand pulls you closer, the tightness in your core so close to snapping you think you might cry.
“Frankie, p-please. M’gonna cum, please.” His hands dig into your hips and keep their pressure on his thigh, and your hips start jerking to speed up, simultaneously speeding up your hand on his dick.
“You’re fuckin’ desperate, ‘ts so fucking sweet. Gonna make me cum too, baby?” Your mouth drops open, no longer able to control yourself and your head leans back against the tree, your chest pushing out in Franks eye line.
“Yes! Fuck, need it so bad p-p-” You cant form any more words as Frank attaches his mouth to your tits, biting and sucking, vibrating moans coming from him as you work him in your hand. You go faster, gripping him tighter and trying to reach every part of him you can, and you can feel him tightening under your touch. You look down at him and see the marks he has begun to leave on your cleavage, a bright purple hickey obvious under the soft moonlight. There would be no way to hide what he did, and that thought sends your eyes rolling back in your head.
Frank knows your close, his hands doing all the work as your own does all of his. He doesn’t know where he is finding the strength to stand, your hand feels so soft and perfect against him he never wants you to stop. He kisses you again and cant take it anymore, pulling his leg out from under you and shoving his hand under your dress, sliding two fingers inside of you, thumb drawing slow circles on your clit. You instantly tighten around him, and he curls, hearing your strangled cry as a green light he’s working you just right. He knows he wont last much longer, and wants to make this as fucking perfect for you as possible before he loses himself.
“S’ fuckin’ perfect, baby. Gonna cum with me like a good girl, yeah?” You nod and can only say his name. “Thats it, say my fuckin’ name.”
“Frank! Frank, F-Fran-k!” Whatever he wants you will do, and your entire body is on fire.
“You’re mine. You know that? Mine.” He whispers in your ear and you can hear him struggling to keep it together.
“Yours. I’m yours, Frankie.” You say each others name in unison and you feel him flex under you as you both finally cum at the same time.
Its intense and a feeling so all encompassing that you think you black out for a second, and Frank loses his grip, both of you starting to slide down towards the floor as you struggle to keep your hold on each other. You keep stroking Frank in your hand and he stays inside of you, neither of you wanting this to end. Your hand loses its grip when he hits the floor and smashes his lips to yours, a brutal force that makes you whimper, surrendering to him completely.
He takes your bottom lip between his lips and pulls, making your eyes open only to roll back at the feeling of him. He flips you off the grass and puts you on top of him, both of you panting. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, eyes on you and breathing hard through his nose.
“Sweet.” He says and your jaw shakes watching him. His hand comes around to the back of your head and pulls you closer, just shy of his mouth. “Your turn.” Then his lips find yours and he makes you taste yourself. Your tongue searches his mouth, wanting to taste the mix of him and you together, the best thing you’ve ever had. His hand comes to your throat, pulling you down onto him harder, and the slight lack of oxygen makes you shiver. That and the freezing grass under your bare shins.
Frank notices and as much as he wants to fuck you right here in his lap, more than he wants anything, he wants to take you home so he can take his time and explore every single curve of that fucking body under that dress.
He presses a final kiss to your lips and stands with you, allowing you to find your feet before doing up his belt. He finds his discarded jacket and hangs it over your shoulders before looking you over, watching you try to smooth out your hair.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” His hands smooth out the creases in your dress and pulls it slightly so the slit hangs straight over your leg. While you watch him, its impossible to ignore the giant purple hickey on your left breast, and he doesn’t miss it either. He leans down to kiss it.
“Sorry.” He mumbles against your skin, pressing light kisses back up to your face, where you take his in your hands and shake your head.
“Dont be. I like it.” His eyebrows go up, and he smiles a little.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Want people to know I’m yours.” He groans and presses you against him, and you have a feeling if you dont start walking now you will never leave this park.
You drag him by the hand towards the gate and he takes two steps and catches up to you, swinging his arm lazily around your shoulder. He leans on you as you both walk through the park, walking so much slower than on your way.
“That was a pretty spot.” You break the happy silence you were walking in.
“Hmm.” He bends and mumbles against your shoulder, kissing it.
“How’d you find it?”
“Chased a guy through there once. Held him down in the pond.” You burst out laughing, half in shock. “What?”
“You took me to somewhere you killed a guy on a first date?” You are still laughing, shaking your head at his fucked up logic. He just shrugs.
“He didn't die there. Went to hospital, died of complications.” You just roll your eyes.
“So romantic.”
“You said first date.” He says and you look up to him. “That mean I’m gonna get a second?” Again you look to the floor, the mere idea making you nervous all over again.
“If you play your cards right.” He clicks his tongue, and then scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style through the cascading trees of the park.
He doesn’t need to play anything, you knew there would be a second, a third, and how ever many dates he would take you on. You knew from the moment you saw that twinkle in his eye there was no way you were letting him go.
Frank, on the other hand, knew straight away, and there will never be enough restaurants in the world for the amount of dates he will take you on, but covering New York was pretty good start.
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YouWeMe Part 7: Truth or Dare
Idol(s): Sei [Weki Meki]
Word Count: 3.5k+ words
Content Advisory: Public(ish) Sex, Female Humiliation
Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 6: Tickle (Lua)
Foolish is the woman who wears a white dress on an overcast day.
Especially during monsoon season, it’s a gamble—one with high risk and low reward, more reckless than forgetting to set your alarm and less fun than any Las Vegas game of chance. And yet, the City of Sin can’t compare to the sinfulness of the sight should she lose her bet against the clouds that threaten Seoul with rain, the same clouds that gave chase from the yoga studio where you left Soeun just a couple hours ago.
The taxi finally stops at a park overlooking the Han River. There she is, making fruitless bets that she can’t afford to lose. Other than a few passersby, the only one in the park is Sei.
Her speck of white stands out among the sea of green while the dark gray sky blankets the scene. The only hint of blue lies in the river that’s gently rocking boats to sleep. The trees dance mindlessly in the wind, a harbinger for the oncoming rain.
Grass lightly crunches under your feet as you approach her from behind. Her blanket flaps in the breeze, but she’s left enough space next to her to suggest she’s been expecting you. Your foot holds down a corner of the blanket as you sit down next to her.
“You know,” you start to say as you bring your knees to your chest, “you haven’t made it easy to get back into Yoojung’s pants.”
Sei’s too enamored with the view of the Han River in front of her to even be bothered by your presence. With the AirPods in her ears, it’s understandable. Maybe she didn’t hear you through whatever music she may be listening to, but then, a smirk starts to form on her face.
“Took you long enough,” Sei finally says.
“Cut the games, Sei. Where’s the notebook?”
She takes one final mental picture of the gorgeous scenery before finally turning her head toward you. “Funny you should mention games, you’ll have to play one with me if you want Yoojung’s notebook back.”
The last couple of weeks have been one giant game. Sei can’t possibly deter you with whatever game she can concoct, not after coming this far for a chance to destroy Yoojung’s fun-sized body again.
“What did you have in mind?” you ask Sei.
“I was thinking a simple game of truth or dare. We’ll alternate for five rounds, and at the end of the fifth round, I’ll tell you where the notebook is, just like I promised. Here’s the rules: you have to do at least three dares, and you can’t ask where the notebook is or dare me to give it to you.”
Before you can even agree, Sei quickly starts the game. “Round 1, you go first.”
The first choice is important: it sets the tone for the rest of the game. With no data points to know what kind of dares Sei will give, maybe it’s better to use a truth for the first round.
“Okay, um, truth,” you answer.
“Do you think Yoojung unnie has a cute pussy?”
It’s an easy enough question that doesn’t require thinking. If this is how the game is going to go, it’s going to be a walk (or sit down) in a park.
“Yes. Your turn.”
Sei replies, “Truth.”
“Okay. Hmm…” You sit in contemplation trying to think of a question for Sei. She waits for a couple seconds, which is longer than how long she really wants to wait.
“Time’s up! Round 2!” she blurts out.
“Wait, what? That’s not fair! That wasn’t part of the rules!”
“Well, it’s my game. If you want the notebook, you’ll think of a question more quickly next time.”
Maybe the wasted opportunity is a blessing in disguise; the quicker you can get through the game, the quicker you could be on your way back to Yoojung.
“Fine, whatever. Dare.”
Sei’s pupils dilate and the corner of her lip twitches at your choice. The softball she threw in round one was just that—a softball. She throws a fastball this time, one that catches you off guard.
“Take your dick out,” she commands.
You scan the park. There’s a couple cyclists passing by on the concrete bike trail off in the distance and some boats in the river, but other than that, the park is nearly empty. Still, you hesitate.
“Are you serious?” you ask.
“I’ll take truth and answer your question: yes. On to round 3!”
“That wasn’t even my question, that definitely shouldn't count!” you tell Sei, but there really isn’t a point in arguing with the gamemaster. It’s her game and she’s definitely not wavering.
“Come on, take it out. You want the notebook, don’t you?”
“But we’re in a public place.”
“There’s barely anyone around! Plus, if you’re as big as Yoojung unnie says you are, then you have nothing to worry about.”
Fuck it. You’ve done worse with the rest of the Weki Meki girls. You quickly unzip your pants, reaching in through your boxers as you pull out your flaccid cock. Sei’s cold fingers slowly wrap around your shaft, grabbing on tight as she starts to stroke you. There’s a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you anxiously look around to make sure no one sees you getting a hand job in the park.
“Sei, wh-what are you doing? We could get arrested!”
“Shh, just let me take care of you.”
Sei can’t care less that she’s an idol giving a random stranger a hand job in the park. She has a lot more to lose, but her risky gamble pays off. The cyclists are long gone and the boats continue to float on. No cops have turned up to arrest you. The world hasn’t ended.
The tense muscles in your body slowly start to relax with each of Sei’s strokes until finally, she has you in a full erection.
“Okay, I’m jealous,” Sei says as her eyes widen in delight, “I wish you would’ve met me first so I could have you all to myself!” Sei lets go and returns to using her hand to prop her up on her blanket, eyes again admiring the river off in the distance. “Alright, your turn again, bus guy. Truth or dare?”
There’s no telling what other sinister dares Sei can come up with as a follow up. Best not to find out just yet. You burn up your last chance at a respite, postponing the rest of the dares to the last two rounds.
“Truth.”
“Would you like to have some public sex with me right now?” Right to the point. Your hand reaches for her thigh, but she slaps it away.
“Hey! I didn’t say to fuck me, did I? If you want it, you gotta play the game. I didn’t dare you, I asked you: would you like to have some public sex with me right now?”
“Yes, of course. Your turn, Sei,” you respond, eagerly awaiting her response. Having exhausted her truths as well, it’s a game of dares now, but she doesn’t seem fazed at all. She only shrugs knowing she doesn’t have any other choice. Her eyes give off willing participant vibes, beseeching you to do your worst.
“Take off your panties.”
“Really? I basically throw myself at you, and that’s all you got?”
Sei is a performer, so it comes as no surprise when she makes a fanfare of such a simple task. Her knees pull up to her chest until they lightly press against her breasts. Her dress rides up as she parts her legs, revealing her creamy smooth thighs and panties underneath. Her naughty hand reaches down and traces the two lips visible through the light fabric, rubbing herself repeatedly in the process.
Sei pulls the undergarment to her knees with two pinched fingers. The panties do the rest, effortlessly slipping down the slope of her shins and collecting at the base of her feet. With a kick of her leg, her panties fly off and land on a patch of grass in front of her. Sei tugs back down on her dress, denying you a longer view of what lies beneath.
It seems the weather has different plans: it wants to see Sei naked, too.
Above, the clouds can no longer hold back. Rain splashes against your forehead and trickles down your face. It’s tolerable, but it doesn’t take long before it starts to pour. The white dress that Sei is wearing turns translucent, drenched by the abruptly bad weather. Her dress starts to cling to her body, nipples poking through her top and revealing Sei’s secret that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her skirt sinks in the crevice between her thighs, highlighting the outline of the two lips Sei tried to hide just a second ago. Even fully clothed, Sei’s body is on full display for the entire world to see.
Still, you can’t help but feel a little bad for the girl.
“You sure you want to keep playing? Maybe we should find some shelter and get out of the rain,” you suggest to Sei.
“No, I like this. Keep going. It’s your turn.”
“Well, we’re both out of truths, so dare.”
“I dare you to fuck me right here,” Sei commands.
Gone is any hesitation of public indecency. No one else is out in the park in the torrential rain, and with Sei daring you to fuck her, there’s no reason to end the game now. It’s just getting started.
Sei leans back, parts her legs, and pulls up her dress, the open invitation now awaiting your response. Like a tiger, you pounce. Sei’s back presses against the soaked blanket. Her arms wrap around your neck as your body hovers over her.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
Her outer lips welcome you in from the cold, your cock slowly disappearing between her warm folds.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Sei.”
“Yeah, well, you’re definitely the biggest I’ve had. No wonder Yoojung unnie raved about you! Now you get to have some fun with me!”
As you begin pumping into her, Sei pulls you in against her body. Her breasts rub against your chest with every thrust. Her shivering lips press against your ear in the embrace, tickling your earlobe in the process. She whispers even though no one is in earshot to hear her anyway: “K-keep me w-w-warm.”
“Will this be warm enough?”
Your cock slams faster into Sei, the friction warming up both your bodies and creating a sound so boisterous that it could’ve been mistaken for thunder. The lighting rod thrusting in and out of Sei electrifies her loins, sending shockwaves to her walls that pulsate against your cock in response.
“Fuck, yes! Ruin me! Humiliate me! Do whatever you want! I dare you!” Sei’s voice comes out garbled as the rain fills her open mouth. It isn’t even her turn to give you another dare. But who can say no to Sei asking to be humiliated?
“You want to be humiliated? Get on all fours,” you command her. Sei smiles as she follows your orders. She looks back at you with ass perking up toward you. It’s not enough. “No, not on the blanket. Over there.” You point to a nearby puddle where no grass dare grow. If she wants to be humiliated, getting her dirty seems like the perfect way to do it.
Sei dives belly first into the mud, her white dress now completely ruined. She reassumes her position on all fours. You drag her by the ankles so that her knees sit at the edge of the puddle. Why should you get dirty just because Sei wants to be humiliated? You kneel down onto the soft grass, grabbing Sei’s hips and reinserting yourself from behind.
The sound of rain hitting every surface is loud enough to drown out the sound of skin slapping violently against skin. The only sound that can be heard over the rain is Sei’s moans.
“That’s it, wreck me! Forget about Yoojung, make this pussy yours! I’m your pet to do with however you please.”
From behind, you jerk hard on her drenched locks. Sei’s head cocks back in the forceful tug. “I oughta muzzle you,” you tell her.
“Do it,” Sei says. You let go of her hair and grab onto her head, pushing her face down into the puddle.
“Mmmh!” Air bubbles start to form on the surface as she lets out an indistinguishable yelp. You grab a fistful of her hair again, pulling her out of the mud.
“You like that?” you ask her.
Sei turns her head back toward you, just enough to see her ruined face dripping with mud. “Yes, please! Fuck me while I drown in this puddle!” She leans forward into the mud again, this time of her own accord. You let go of her hair and return to grabbing her hips.
You continue faster from behind. The rhythm of the rain keeps time with every thrust into her warm entrance, a welcomed sign compared to the chill of the droplets that are making it harder to continue to grip onto her hips. Your hands slip and slide up the sides of her torso, causing her dress to ride up and expose Sei’s back to the harsh elements. Her spine acts like an aqueduct for the rain, further making a mess of her dress. She lets out more undecipherable moans into the mud. Her face lifts up out of the puddle just slightly, enough to hear what she’s saying.
“Fuck, yes! That’s it, right there! Oh!”
Her walls tighten again, and if it wasn’t for the rain letting up a little, it would’ve been hard to tell Sei just orgasmed in the relentlessly cold rain, even with her warm juices now coating your cock. Her entire body collapses into mud, Sei’s face turned to the side to allow her some air while she blissfully lies in the mud enjoying the euphoric feeling tingling through her body.
You stroke your shaft while waiting for Sei to spring back to life. In the half minute it takes waiting for her, the rain almost comes to a complete stop, decreasing to just a light drizzle. But the damage is already done. Sei’s clothes are a mess and so are yours. You get up and hover over her.
“Come on, Sei, get up. We gotta finish the game. It’s your turn.”
She pushes herself out of the mud, wiping her face just enough to see through the mud mask. She kneels in front of you, helping you along by stroking you.
“For my dare, I’ll let you paint me wherever you want.” Sei’s perfectly white teeth shine brightly through the grime on her face. Further down, her cleavage is covered with even more mud.
“Fine. I dare you to let me cum on your chest.” It’s a fitting end to the humiliation Sei wants to be put through.
“Okay!” she says. The enthusiasm clearly shows through each of Sei’s tugs that get faster and faster. Her breasts jiggle as a result, screaming to wash away the mud until you finally cum. Spurts of white spray on her breasts like a pressure washer, wiping off the mud and replacing it with a hot sticky fluid that scatters across her chest like an abstract painting. Sei looks down and admires the piece of work before getting back up and pulling her dress back down.
“You know, if things don’t work out with Yoojung, you know where to find me. I’ll be your little fucktoy.”
“As long as you promise not to make me run all over the city again,” you reply. Sei responds with a smirk before moving on.
“Final round, bus guy. You ready?”
“Dare, obviously.”
“Come on. Are you serious? That’s too embarrassing,” Sei says.
“Well, according to you, I can’t pick truth, so what do you want me to do? What would be so embarrassing that we haven’t already done?”
“Oh, no no no, that’s fine. Do you see that couple over there?” Off in the distance, there’s a couple underneath an umbrella on the bike path walking toward you and Sei. They haven’t noticed either of you, appearing to be too busy on their date, their gazes more interested in each other than anything else. “I want you to go up to them and ask them to come here and take a picture of us.”
It isn’t what you expected when you chose dare. It’s actually quite baffling considering it’s going to be more embarrassing for Sei than you. But then again, she has been all about being humiliated. This must be a dream for her.
“You’re gonna take a picture just like that? You’re not gonna clean up or anything?”
Sei smiles. “Nope.”
The only cleaning up Sei does is pull up the shoulder straps on her dress, chest still white and nipples still peeking through her soiled dress.
You zip up your pants before jogging toward the couple. Every step squishes against the inundated grass, leaking out excess water from the oversaturated soil. It’s hard to avoid the puddles that have formed, and eventually, the water manages to penetrate your shoe, making your socks a disgusting swamp. Finally, you approach them.
“Excuse me. Sorry to bother you,” you start off. A look of concern grows bigger on their faces ever since they noticed you running toward them. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?” You point toward Sei as she’s putting on a face mask to cover her identity while finally putting her AirPods away. It’s an amazing feat of technological advancement that her earphones even lasted through the downpour.
The beautiful couple look at each other and agree to the request, following you onto the grass where Sei is waiting. As you approach, the couple are in visible shock at Sei’s appearance: your cum still splattered all over her chest while her barely-there dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Sei hands over her phone to the man and tugs you into the photo. The sight is too much for them to say anything as they hurriedly take your picture with Sei and leave.
There’s a worry that they’ll report you or that they might even recognize Sei through her face mask. Those worries go away when you overhear the woman speak to her partner.
“See, why can’t we be that adventurous?” she asks, playfully slapping her boyfriend on the arm and continuing their date.
Sei takes off her face mask once the couple is far enough. There’s still one final dare before she gives you Yoojung’s notebook.
“Okay, bus guy. Hit me with your best shot.”
As the final dare of the game, there’s no holding back. You pick up the blanket and Sei’s underwear that she kicked off earlier to make sure she doesn’t use it for the grand finale.
“I dare you to give me your dress,” you command.
She hesitates for a second before slipping it off over her head and handing you the soggy piece of cloth, hands doing their best job to cover herself as much as she can.
“You’re gonna give that back to me, right?” she asks.
“What’s the matter? I thought you loved being humiliated?”
“Yeah, but—”
“First, tell me where the notebook is.”
“I don’t have it.”
“What do you mean you don’t have it? Where is it then?”
“I gave it back to Yoojung.”
“What the fuck, Sei! I needed it as an excuse to see her again! What am I going to do now?”
Sei can’t even answer the question. She’s too concerned about her nakedness in the middle of a park. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, you remember a tidbit from Yoojung’s notebook from when you read it a couple days ago: “Shopping w/ Lucy”. Friday at 1PM in Yeouido. Tomorrow.
“Nevermind, I think I know how to find her.”
You have no use for Sei now. Opening the Uber app, there’s a bunch of cars already within the vicinity ready to take you home, your second meeting with Yoojung finally less than 24 hours away. The sedan is already pulling into the parking lot as soon as you press the button to initiate the ride.
“Wait, can I have my clothes back?” Sei yells as you run toward the Uber with her belongings. She’s too far now to turn back. Not like she deserves her clothes back, she didn’t keep up her end of the deal. Besides, it would be rude to keep the Uber driver waiting.
“Have fun getting home!” you yell back.
As you get into the car and drive off, you take one more look out into the park. Sei’s naked body stands out in the sea of muted greens, browns, and grays, her ass cheeks violently bouncing against each other as she sprints away toward the horizon. Only one thought crosses your mind when she fades out of view:
Foolish is the woman who wears a white dress on a rainy day.
Perhaps even more foolish is the same woman playing a game of sexual truth or dare in a public place, for in her risky gambles, she is now naked in the middle of a park running to find sanctuary.
As life collects on her lost bets, Sei joins a long list of degenerate gamblers who learned the same lesson too late:
In the game of life, the house always wins.
Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada (Lucy)
A/N: We're almost in the home stretch! Some of you have been waiting for Lucy since the beginning. Hope you're ready for it, then we'll finally get to the two-part finale of YouWeMe!
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A Change of Heart (post-”Miraculous New York”)
"Kaalki, divide!"
Ladybug felt Kaalki's light wash over her, the kwami emerging and flying a small distance away. They were up on one of the rooftops in New York, overlooking an interview that was happening on the street.
Kaalki hummed in interest, taking the time to see the tall buildings. "What a grand city." Then, her gaze dropped down and she squinted, adding with distaste, "Quite crowded though."
"There's an interview going on right now. That's why. One of their supervillains was just taken down," Ladybug explained, placing her foot up on the edge of the building and peering down to look at the crowd.
"And, what precisely are we here for?" Kaalki asked, hovering near Ladybug's face to follow her gaze.
"Not what, but who. We’re here to see Eagle," Ladybug answered, pointing at the eagle-themed superheroine being interviewed. The crowd was enthusiastically cheering at just about every answer Eagle was giving, and Ladybug couldn't help smiling at the fact that the person she gave the miraculous to was still doing well.
As the interview came to an end, Eagle's eyes shifted from the interviewer to Ladybug, who had made sure to be where the red-and-black of her suit would stand out; she wasn't exactly the definition of "stealthy," and it worked to her advantage in this case.
Eagle jumped up to the nearest rooftop, then waited for the crowd to disperse before leaping over to where Ladybug was. "Hey, Ladybug! What are you doing here?" Her brows creased in seriousness, and she held her fists up like she was raring for a fight. "Did Hawk Moth come back to New York?"
Ladybug waved dismissively. "No, no, it's nothing like—"
"Pardon me," Kaalki said, making sure she was loud enough to be heard. She puffed her chest out haughtily and gestured to herself with a hoof. "I'm Kaalki, the kwami of migration. Pleased to meet you," she said, her tone forced as to imply that she didn't appreciate being ignored.
"Uh... hi," Eagle greeted flatly, then looked to Ladybug for an explanation.
"Sorry about her. She was my ride." Grabbing Eagle's wrist and leading her to the center of the rooftop, where they were less likely to be seen from the streets, she explained, "Anyway, I came here because I was hoping that I could get your help."
Eagle leaned to the side, curious. "My help? What for?"
"Well..." Ladybug hesitated. "This is going to sound like a weird request, but..."
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Eagle crossed her arms in thought, still seemingly absorbing the explanation. "You want me to use Liberation on you? To get rid of your—"
"—romantic attachments," Ladybug cut in stiffly, the word 'crush' and 'love' sounding extremely un-Ladybug-like. She blushed in embarrassment and looked away, bringing a hand up to partly hide her face. "Listen, I know you probably don't get this sort of thing. It's already awkward to talk about it while I'm Ladybug, but—"
"No, I get it," Eagle assured, though her expression was neutral.
Ladybug looked at her in surprise. "You do?"
With a slight roll of her eyes, Eagle replied, "Okay, so I don't get all the love stuff exactly, but Uncanny Valley has her own thing for me to deal with. She always wants to help people; she can't help it. Besides, Liiri says that there's always something stopping people from reaching their full potential. Sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's good, and it's my job to figure out what it is." She glanced Ladybug up and down, as if to gauge something. "You really think it's that bad?"
Ladybug responded with a wince, bad memories already starting to surface.
"Alright, wow," Eagle said, hands raised as she took a step back, the reaction having already convinced her while she herself clearly wanted no details about it. "Are you ready then? You know this is only going to last five minutes, right?"
"Wait—" Ladybug blinked in surprise. "You're really going to help me?"
"Yeah?" Eagle replied. Half-offended, she asked, "Did you really think I wouldn't?"
"No! Sorry!" Ladybug rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "You'd be... surprised, by how bad this stuff usually goes for me."
For a moment, Eagle looked tempted to ask, but shook off the thought just as quickly. Placing her fists to her chest, her gaze went firm, showing that she was ready.
Ladybug stood in place, almost nervous at the prospect of doing this. She was essentially taking out a piece of herself, but it was the only way to test it; the only way to know for sure.
"Liberation!" Eagle called out, spreading her arms as a single light burst out of her.
Ladybug flinched, her fighting instinct kicking in, but she held firm and let the light touch her. For a moment, she was frozen, able to sense Eagle's presence in her mind and even hear her voice. Eagle's voice was calm, but tempting, offering the freedom so desperately desired.
"Ladybug, your love has taken over your life. I release you from it!"
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Marinette quickly stashed the glasses in her purse as she checked her phone's timer. She had four minutes and forty-five seconds to do this, and she took a steady breath before stepping out of the alley she'd been hiding in.
As she raced across the street, the fencing students were just filing out out of Françoise Dupont. The moment she saw Kagami and Adrien leaving, she raised a hand, raising her voice so she'd be heard. "Hey, Adrien!"
Adrien and Kagami stopped and glanced her way. Adrien turned to Kagami, saying something and briefly tilting his head in Marinette's direction. Kagami nodded at him in response, and they separated, Kagami heading in one direction and Adrien heading in Marinette's.
At first, Marinette was nervous, her worst case scenario being that Liberation had truly failed or worn off when she de-transformed, or that her feelings were somehow so strong or messed up that even Liberation somehow couldn't help her.
Yet, as Adrien approached, she found that she wasn't shaky at all. Her heart wasn't pounding either. She didn't even feel the slightest bit of awe from his presence.
She was normal. She was okay.
"Hey, Marinette," Adrien greeted with a smile. "Did you need something?"
It took her a moment to answer, still stunned that it'd worked and she'd truly been freed of her crush, even if it was for five minutes. "Oh. No, actually, just..." She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, checking the time, then kept it at her side as she asked genuinely, "How was fencing?"
Adrien looked briefly caught off guard, though whether he was surprised at her acting differently or just the question was anyone's guess. He then brightened, replying excitedly, "It was great! I got paired up with Kagami again, and you know how Mr. D'Argencourt is with fencing, so he..."
The conversation continued as nothing but casual from there, and Marinette almost felt silly at how amazed she was by such a simple thing. It was actually like she was Adrien's friend; like they were on the same page and she could actually hold a conversation with him. He looked and talked the same way he always did, yet she was perfectly fine. Students passed by and maybe tossed them a brief glance, but completely ignored them otherwise because she wasn't acting "weird."
At worst, she was grinning just a little wider out of the pleasant surprise of the whole thing.
When she'd first thought to "liberate" herself of her feelings for Adrien, she was certain she'd be disappointed by it. She honestly thought that she would see Adrien and miss the heart fluttering, the weak knees, and the sheer dreaminess he used to radiate.
But she was wrong. With her crush gone, she could see herself from an outside perspective and reflect without fretting over the things she would've otherwise. Where she thought there'd be disappointment, there was relief that she could actually breathe and not turn into a mess around him. Her mind wasn't clouded with thoughts, and her eyes could drift wherever she wanted without some brainless thought intruding and warning her that she might miss Adrien blinking if she looked away.
She'd needed this. It was nice; more than nice even. Is this how it could be all the time if she truly moved on from him? No more mocking, no more jealousy, no more "crazy Marinette"? It'd be like a celebrity crush that she grew out of; an embarrassing memory of the past and nothing more.
More importantly, she would remember this. She would remember this feeling; the sanity of not being in love with Adrien, or not feeling whatever that emotion was actually called. To say the word "love" seemed so... wrong.
Still mid-discussion with Adrien, Marinette's phone suddenly beeped with a warning message. She turned it in her hand, seeing that she'd properly set the timer earlier to warn her when there was a minute and half left of Liberation.
Adrien leaned over to look at the screen, but jumped when a loud honking noise abruptly sounded off from behind him. Marinette tried not to snicker, but it was difficult; seeing someone else be the jumpy one was quite the experience, and she'd have to remember that too.
Adrien looked over his shoulder at his limo waiting for him, then glanced back at her apologetically. "Sorry, I gotta go. Can we talk later?"
"Oh, sure! Definitely!" Marinette stashed her phone back in her purse, then waved to him. "See you tomorrow!"
"Bye, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed, waving as he rushed off. "It was fun talking to you!"
"You too!"
Marinette pursed her lips, trying to contain herself as she watched Adrien get into the limo and ride off down the street. She waited until it was out of earshot, then let herself start squealing, even hopping around and doing a twirl for effect.
"M-marinette?!" Tikki called, concerned. "Did it wear off? There's still time—"
"I'm gonna delete all my Adrien pictures!" Marinette exclaimed. "And take down that disaster of a wallpaper!"
"W-wHA—!!" Tikki gaped. "Marinette, when your feelings come back—"
"That's future Marinette's problem! This feels great!" Marinette cheered, having to suppress her excitement just so she could talk. Raising one hand dramatically, she placed the other to her chest, saying to no one in particular, "Oh, what's that? Me, crushing on Adrien? Ew, no way! We're just friends!"
She laughed triumphantly, a bounce in her step that made it seem almost like she were jogging. She crossed the street, reaching for the bakery door's handle and practically singing to herself, "Just friends~ We're just friends~ Me and Ad~ri~en are just good—"
She paused as she opened the door, seeing a familiar mix of blue and black standing at the counter and talking to her parents. At the chime of the bell, all three looked over at her, Luka's smile welcoming and his lips partially coated in white from what seemed to be a powdered donut.
"Hey, Marinette," he greeted. "We were just talking about you."
"Oh, he's such a sweetheart," Sabine cooed. "He came all the way here just to see you."
Luka blushed a light shade of pink at the obvious teasing, Tom jumping in to exclaim, "And he really thought he had to pay us for sweets! I told him, you're friends with our daughter, you better not put a single coin on that counter, young man!"
The three had a laugh together; clearly, they'd been getting along before she came in.
Yet, Marinette's smile fell from her face, a mental 'oh' echoing in her mind.
She hadn't even considered Luka when she'd thought of taking away her crush on Adrien, but it made sense; Eagle had said love, and Marinette wasn't foolish enough to think that she hadn't felt anything romantic for Luka. It only made sense that her crush on him would go too.
But it wasn't the same. The relief didn't follow the lack of feeling. With Luka, there'd always be a little leap in her heart, then a wave of calm washing over her, but neither were there and she couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Luka's smile disappeared as he noticed her expression. He approached, concern written all over his features. "Marinette?"
They were friends at that very moment; that was all the feeling she had on the matter, but she wanted what she'd had before. She remembered his confession at the TV station and yearned for the warmth in her cheeks when he stared at her and told her how much he loved her with words that were entirely his own; words that told her that he loved her as herself and filled her with a confidence she seldom had outside of being Ladybug.
Everything clicked. Her crush on Adrien represented stress, anxiety, and losing herself, but her crush on Luka represented peace, happiness, and being herself.
She missed how she felt about Luka. She didn't miss how she felt about Adrien.
That was all the answer she needed.
Almost on cue, her phone beeped again, this time to signal that Liberation was over. Marinette took in a shaky breath as she felt pleasantly familiar emotions rush through her again, and she welcomed them back like she would an old friend.
Luka's blue eyes gained vibrance and allure, his lips being coated in powdered sugar suddenly became incredibly cute, and she could think of him as no less than the most handsome boy in the world.
"...Sorry," she said breathlessly, waving a hand to assure him that she was alright. "Let's just say I went through a lot of emotions today. I'm happy to see you, really!"
Luka's smile came back, filling her with its warmth. "I'm glad," he said in relief. Then, taking a glance at her purse, which was still letting out a muffled, melodic beeping noise, he asked, "Sorry, do you have to be somewhere?"
"Hm? Oh, no, not really." She took out her phone to shut off the timer, then flashed him the screen before closing the app and storing the phone back in her purse. That done, she paused to consider things, then dared a glance back at him. "Hey... can we walk for a while?"
He blinked, mildly surprised, but nodded. "Sure. Did—" He froze, apparently only now realizing that he had powdered sugar on his lips. He swished his tongue around to lick it off, then started over with, "Did you want to talk about something?"
Smiling almost smugly in response, she felt confident enough to offer him her arm, as if he were a damsel she was leading around. She'd never seen his eyes widen quite so much before, but he also didn't protest, happily taking hold of her arm.
Knowing that her parents would just be giving their looks of approval if she glanced back, she stepped out of the bakery and led Luka towards the park.
"So, it took a little longer than I hoped, but... do you remember when you were talking about me getting clarity?"
#MC's Writing#writing: story#special: Miraculous New York#Lukanette Endgame#((the New York special: *creates power that would give Marinette the clarity she was looking for*))#((also the New York special: *does nothing with it*))#Pro LukaMari#Lukanette
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no longer his
Mako x f!nonbender!reader
Part 2 of number 1 supporter
request: could you please do a part two of number 1 supporter please. like what happens with Korra added to the picture? 🥺👉👈 (i absolutely loved it btw! great job!!! ❤️❤️❤️) [ @xxspqcebunsxx ]
a/n: thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you wanted another part, I’m so sorry it took so long! enjoy <3
warnings: heartbreak, Korra being a home wrecker and not my favorite person 😬 Mako also being a bitch, Bolin being the best ever. Some major descriptions of physical pain due to strong emotions ig
summary: Korra coming to Republic City not only ruffled many citizens, but also jeopardized Mako and Y/N’s relationship.
word count: 1276
song recs: it’s not the same anymore - rex orange county, another love - tom odell
gif credit: @bolin-hits-rockbottom
Korra coming to Republic City wasn’t all that bad, really. Bolin had already become fast friends with her before he knew her title.
Y/N and Mako were doing just fine, for the most part. Y/N continued to watch the pro-bending matches and practices. The only difference was that Korra began to watch with her, mesmerized by the swift movements of the brothers.
Korra hit it off well with Y/N. Neither of them had any issues, but Y/N made it obvious which one of the brothers was taken. Bolin was very forward with the avatar, making advances to get closer with her. Y/N was rooting him on, while Mako wasn’t the biggest fan of her. Y/N couldn’t quite pinpoint why Mako was such a jerk to her, especially since Korra was so nice to all of them and thanked them profusely for being her first friends in the city. His mood had decreased significantly since she first showed up before one of his matches, and it was taking a toll on Y/N’s attitudes as well.
~.•*✰
When Bolin began to show Korra how to bend during a match, Y/N could notice that she was almost trying to impress Mako with her bending skills. Y/N began to grow extremely insecure, her non-bending suddenly becoming something she was ashamed of. There was never any issues with her not being able to bend, especially when hanging out with Mako and Bolin, but now Korra was suddenly making her very self conscious about herself.
These feelings started piling up. Y/N felt sick whenever she went to pro-bending matches, worried that Mako would suddenly decide to take an interest in her instead of his beloved girlfriend.
It wasn’t long ago when Y/N thought Mako was going to propose, and now some random girl from the Southern Water Tribe showed up, introduced herself as the Avatar, and put a wall between the lovers.
Korra was also leading on Bolin, which made Y/N’s dislike for her grow tremendously. She had been hanging out with him, making advances with him, and accepting every date he threw in her direction, yet still disregarded his attraction to her and used him to get closer to Mako.
Y/N saw right through this, and would often confide in her old friend, Lu, from school that lived in Republic City.
“Maybe the Avatar just wants to be close with an earth bender and a fire bender.” Lu had tried to tell Y/N.
“No, I’m telling you. Bolin really likes her but she’s after Mako. I don’t know why she isn’t understanding that I’ve been with him for a very long time and that he won’t leave me for her.” But oh, how Y/N was so incredibly wrong in that moment.
Not only did Korra manage to break Bolin’s heart, but she soon enough ripped Mako and Y/N’s relationship to pieces when Bolin was on his way to get her flowers.
~•.*✰
“She’ll love these, Bo! They are gorgeous. Don’t you think so, Pabu?” Y/N gushed, picking a flower from the bouquet and lifting it up to the fire ferret who was sitting on her shoulder to smell. Pabu took a big whiff, squeaking and nodding in approval.
“Thanks, Y/N. And thank you, Pabu. Let’s go give these to her! I’m so nervous, but so excited!” Bolin exclaimed, practically vibrating with anxiousness about the girl he really and truly fell for.
As they walked throughout the city to the bending arena, they spoke on and on about anything and everything. Y/N had always gotten along with Bolin famously, which helped boost her and Mako’s relationship.
They reached the arena, and curled around the back near the large patio that overlooks the water and Air Temple Island. The sun had set almost half an hour ago, leaving a gorgeous array of oranges, yellows, and reds in the sky that reflected off the calm water’s surface. City lights were twinkling throughout the sky, and stars began to appear faintly.
“It’s a perfect night to do this. Wish me luck, Y/N/N!” Bolin turned, controlling his breathing and still shaking with anticipation.
Y/N passed Pabu onto his shoulders and adjusted the bouquet. “Good luck, you’ll do amazing. Just tell her how you feel and give her the bouquet!”
“Oh, please walk a bit further with me! You can hide behind one of the pillars, I’m just too nervous!” Bolin gasped out, out of breath from the nerves. Y/N begrudgingly agreed, eager to get upstairs and visit Mako.
She walked slowly along the edge of the railing, keeping an eye on Bolin as he walked.
But, something had stopped him in his tracks. His face grew immensely disappointed, angry, sad, and a whole jumble of emotions Y/N couldn’t name. Tears welled up in his eyes, the dim light on the walls making his eyes glisten. Bolin glanced over at her, his bottom lip trembling.
She hesitantly peeking out from behind the pillar, and was frozen just as much as he was.
There, right in front of the beautiful scenery, was Korra, macking her very own dearest Mako. A small puff of air escaped her lungs as she took a larger step towards the scene, dropped her arms & shoulders in defeat.
The very thing Y/N didn’t think would happen had came true. Her boyfriend, her love, her future, had cheated on her, with the very girl he had absolutely no previous interest of even being friends with.
Bolin blinked, and tears dropped to the marble ground. Y/N was crying now too, as she suddenly watched her future crash and burn. The two ahead of them broke apart, a smile growing on both of their faces.
That was, until Korra had looked behind Mako and saw the two people she was avoiding. Bolin, crying and holding a now messy bouquet that had been ruined by the wind, and Y/N, who was crying watching Korra help Mako cheat on her.
Korra never had any issues with Y/N. She’d always looked up to the girl, who had always gave so much love wherever she went and was never discouraged from people who made fun of her lack of bending abilities. But now, she had ruined any chance of being friends with her after she ruined the beautiful relationship of Mako and Y/N.
Mako was confused, and turned around to meet the eyes of his devastated brother and heartbroken girlfriend.
“Oh, no, no, no-!” Mako said, panic and realization setting in as he reached for his girlfriend. “This isn’t what it looks like!”
He was now running towards her, the tears streaming down her face more visible as he got closer. He stopped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“I saw everything. This,” Y/N motioned between the two of them, “is over. Don’t ever speak to me again.” She turned and left, crossing her arms over her stomach to try to alleviate some of the pain that was reverberating through her chest.
“Bolin, please!” Mako’s voice cracked, turning to his brother to reason. Bolin angrily threw the bouquet at his feet, more tears falling on the slick ground.
“How could you?” Bolin asked quietly, furrowing his brows at Mako. He quickly turned and followed Y/N, catching up with her to comfort her.
Mako watched, defeated and absolutely broken, as his brother and girlfr- ex girlfriend walked away from him in tears and sorrow.
There was no recovering from this, and he soon realized he lost the love of his life and his very best friend, along with his last remaining family member that he loved so dearly.
And it was all because of the damned Avatar.
~•.*✰
a/n: okay so I really don’t like Korra like at all, I’m sorry if you do but I really don’t like her 😃 she’s my least favorite character in the atla universe so it was only fit that I wrote a literal hate fanfic about her. anyways Mako is a bitch in this but I love Bolin so I hope you enjoyed 🙄 also thank you for requesting, it meant a lot that you wanted more about a small silly little blurb I wrote from a separate request!! love you all <33
#legend of korra mako#legend of korra bolin#the legend of korra#legend of korra#avatar korra#korra x reader#mako x you#mako#mako x reader#lok mako#lok bolin#mako fanfic#mako smut#mako x korra#bolin x y/n#bolin
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Tongue Tied (M)
Genre: SMUT, fluff, crack, demon au (sort of), idol verse, established relationship au, pwp with a side of minor relationship angst
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Word Count:12k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, orgasm denial, masturbation, squirting, sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, bladder desperation and brainwashing
A/N: So… this is porn. Apologies to everyone, especially Park Jimin. Blame my anons who goaded me into it. Love you all! Stay hydrated.
Jimin's tongue trails a warm circle around your erect nipple.
"Stop teasing," you groan, threading your fingers through his dark hair and tugging him closer to you.
Jimin obliges, spreading his tongue across the perky bud, sucking it into his mouth, massaging with his lips. Flames of arousal rush through you. His fingers move from your hip to your lower folds, dipping into you, checking how wet you are. He releases your breast and smirks, holding up his fingers to show you the translucent strings stretching between them. "So eager.”
He laves kisses across your throat. His tongue alternates between firm and soft, sucking just to the point of pain, then soothing it away. He moves downward, sliding you up the bed as he works his way toward your swollen center. Every place his tongue touches burns with desire.
Your core throbs as he draws closer and closer to it. Despite dating for six months, Jimin has never gone down on you. The place you most want his talented tongue is the one place it has never been. In the beginning of your relationship, you had assumed oral sex was something he had accidentally overlooked. But now it was starting to seem deliberate.
Jimin sucks a hard kiss onto your hip as he slips his finger back between your folds, spreading your arousal up to your clitoris. He draws a slow circle around the sensitive nub, laughing softly against your belly when you moan out loud.
The closer he gets, the more your desperation builds. You tighten your fingers in his hair to coax him farther down. He pushes your folds apart with his hand, bringing his face in close to inspect your swollen cunt, chuckling as it clenches. Your clit pulses as you wait for him to bring his mouth to it.
But then he's pulling away from you, sitting back on his heels. "I'm going to fuck you now.” He holds you open with one hand and strokes his dick with the other. You bite your lip to hide your disappointment and nod.
There's nothing disappointing about Jimin's dick though. He knows how to use it well. It's not until you're both sweaty, sated and lying in each other's arms that you remember your earlier disappointment.
"Jimin?" You trail a finger over his chest. "Can I ask you a question?"
He gives a soft murmur of assent as he presses a contented kiss to your forehead. His hand strokes lazily up and down your arm.
"Why do you never go down on me?"
His hand stops moving.
You press on. "I blow you all the time, but you never go down on me."
"I don't know.” He shifts underneath you, his eyes not meeting your gaze. "Just like other stuff better."
"Well, sure," you reply, kissing his chest. It had never been your favorite activity either, always making you a bit self-conscious. But it was quickly becoming the thing you most wanted, simply because he wouldn't let you have it. "But it's always fun to try new things."
He continues to duck your gaze as he unwraps his arm from you and scoots away from you over to his side of the bed.
Maybe he was insecure about this particular activity? You slide in next to him and kiss his shoulder. "I bet you'd be really good at it.”
He shifts away from you again, frowning as you continue to chase him across the bed. "I just don't like it, okay?"
Your mouth falls open in shock. It’s such an un-Jimin-like reaction. He's always so generous with everything in your relationship.
"Why?" Did he have some terrible previous experience he didn't want to discuss? What kind of traumatic cunnilingus backstory would leave him this turned off?
"I don't know." He rolls over so his back is to you. "Can't you drop it?"
"No, I'm not going to drop it!" You sit up and nudge his shoulder. "Are you saying you'll never do it?"
He turns back over to face you, licking his lips. "Would you break up with me if I was?"
"What?"
"How big of a deal is it?"
"I don't know." It never occurred to you that you might face a relationship ultimatum over oral sex. You’re madly in love with Jimin. He’s the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Surely that matters more than how much time he spends between your legs.
"Is there something wrong with me?" you ask. Did you taste bad? Smell funky?
“No!" Jimin's eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, no, it’s just...” He sits up, sighing as he leans back against the headboard. "I was waiting to tell you this until we'd been together a bit longer." He runs a hand through his hair as he gathers his thoughts.
What secret has your boyfriend been keeping from you all this time? Does he have some weird STD that is only spread through oral? Is he allergic to vagina?
"My tongue is cursed." He rubs the back of his neck, sighing as if relieved of some terrible burden.
You laugh out loud. Of all the explanations you had concocted, none were as ludicrous as this.
"Don't laugh." Jimin frowns, kicking the bed.
"Your tongue is cursed?" It's impossible to not laugh when you say it out loud. "Like by a witch?"
"No, not by a witch, don't be absurd." He squirms and pulls his knees up to his chest. "I'm part demon."
You snort in laughter again. But Jimin looks so hurt by the sound that you bite your tongue.
"My great-grandfather on my father's side was a demon,” Jimin elaborates, staring down at his hands.
“Wait, are you serious?” You arch an eyebrow, afraid of appearing to actually believe him just for him to tease you.
Jimin groans in frustration, twisting the bedsheets in his hands. "I didn't believe my mom when she told me either. But it's true. My grandmother swore it was true."
"Let me get this straight." You sit up a bit straighter, eyeing him skeptically. "The reason you won't go down on me is that you are one-eighth demon, and your tongue is cursed."
He bites his lip and nods.
"Jimin, that's ridiculous."
His shoulders slump as he curls in on himself. You're still waiting for the "gotcha!" you think is coming, but he looks sad and embarrassed.
"Fine," you sigh, willing to hear him out. "What kind of demon?"
He picks his head up and licks his lips. "An incubus."
"Your great-grandfather devoured the souls of women through sex?"
Jimin shifts back and forth, rubbing his hands up and down his legs. "Grandma said he was very handsome."
Your boyfriend is very handsome too. But that doesn't mean he's part demon.
"He didn't hurt anyone." Jimin tries to defend his clearly fictional demon great-grandfather. "He just, you know, hooked up with a lot of women."
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "So which parts of you are demon then?"
"Just my tongue."
"Be serious."
"I am being serious! Look!" He sticks his tongue out as far as it will go. It's very long, reaching all the way to his chin. And it's pointy. But it seems to be a perfectly normal tongue.
"It doesn't look cursed to me."
"It's so long though," he mumbles, having difficulty pronouncing the words with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Yeah, but not like supernaturally long." You argue, leaning in closer to inspect the potentially cursed muscle. He wiggles it back and forth as if that will convince you there's something unusual about it. "What does that even mean, a cursed tongue?"
Jimin draws in a deep breath, as if about to reveal a deep, dark secret.
"Any girl that I get off with my tongue…“ He pauses for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes, “can never come again."
His proclamation hangs in the air of your bedroom, as he waits for you to gasp in shock. You raise an eyebrow instead. "Ever?"
"Except!" He holds up a finger. "On my tongue."
You can't hold back the laughter this time. "So is there some horde of perpetually horny women out there, dying to experience your tongue again?"
He shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "I've never done it with anyone before." He begins twisting the bedsheets in his hands again. "I didn't want to risk it being true. My mom was really serious when she explained it."
"That's an awkward conversation to have with your mother."
Jimin finally laughs. "Yes, yes it was."
His change in demeanor brings you some relief. But it can't be true. There's no such thing as demons.
"You sure you're not making up excuses to not reciprocate?"
"I'm not making it up!" Jimin smacks the bed in emphasis. "I'm dying to go down on you!"
"You are?" Your earlier arousal knocks between your legs again.
"Yes!" He pushes his hair off his forehead. "Every time I get down there, all I want to do is suck on your needy little clit." Your core clenches and you squirm on the bed next to him. He eyes you up and down and smirks. "To make you fall apart with my tongue." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close enough to whisper in your ear. "To be surrounded by you as you come on my face."
"Would it be so bad if we tried it?" you ask, squeezing your thighs together to cope with the tension building between them.
"You'd want that?" His eyes widen and he licks his lips in excitement. "Even if the curse is real?"
"Yes, I'd want that." He's so excited that you don't have the heart to tell him that there's no way the curse is real.
Jimin giggles with delight, gathering your hands into his. "You know I love you right?" He kisses each of your hands. "I love you so much."
"I love you too Jimin," you reply and he pulls you in for a long kiss. His reaction would make you think he'd asked you to marry him.
"We can't do it tonight though," he mutters, frowning. “I’m leaving tomorrow."
Shit. The boys are leaving for their world tour tomorrow. A fact that has slipped your mind in the whole your-boyfriend-might-be-a-demon discussion.
"What better way to say goodbye?" You whisper, leaning in and planting light kisses up and down his neck. You're not going to let some weird family legend stand in the way of your boyfriend getting you off one more time before he disappears for a month.
"You sure?" Jimin raises an eyebrow. "A month is a long time to go."
"I think I'll survive." You've dealt with Jimin's absences before. You don’t like them, but you can’t admit to him how much they bother you. And curses aren't real.
Jimin's whole attitude changes, a dangerous glimmer in his eye. "Yeah?" He kisses your neck as his hand sneaks down between your legs. You're still sensitive and wet and you flinch when he slips his fingers into you, your arms breaking out in goosebumps. "Is this where you want my tongue?" he teases as his index finger brushes against your clitoris.
"Jimin, please," you whine. He pulls his hand back, but you slide your hips forward, chasing after him. You've been waiting for months and all he wants to do is tease.
"So needy..." The smirk on his lips and predatory gleam in his eyes have you almost believing he is a demon. "It's like you want to give me all your orgasms."
"Curses aren't real," you gasp as he sucks a long kiss into your neck.
"Maybe you don't care if it's real." He trails kisses downward. "Maybe you want me to claim all your pleasure for myself." It's embarrassing the way more arousal drips from you at the idea. "Maybe you want to be alone and desperate, unable to satisfy yourself without me."
It's probably your mind playing tricks on you, but his mouth feels hotter than usual. It burns everywhere he touches you. He pauses his trail downward to suck on your nipple and you arch your back to press into him further.
"I like that idea," he says, releasing your breast and continuing his burning trail downwards. "That no other man will ever be able to satisfy you." He slips his fingers back inside you and you moan. "No toy, no dick, not even your own fingers will be able to bring you relief." His tongue inches downward, interrupted by lingering kisses. Your core is so swollen with arousal, the ache inside you so desperate. He smiles as he curls two fingers upward, so slowly that your thighs begin to tremble. "Every single one of your orgasms will belong to me."
"Please, Jimin." You're going to lose your mind if he keeps teasing like this. You roll your hips against his hand, trying to get his fingers in deeper.
"Is that what you want?" he asks. His mouth is so close you can feel his warm breath on your sensitive swollen skin. "Do you want to give me all your orgasms?"
He looks so serious when he asks, it almost makes you believe. But curses and demons aren't real. It's just a game. A game you’re both enjoying.
"Yes," you whisper. "I want you to have them all, Jimin."
"Good girl." He closes his eyes and exhales, then finally - finally - brings his mouth to your clitoris.
The surge of heat on the swollen bud almost has you coming the moment he takes it into his mouth.
"Holy shit," you groan, rocking your hips upward.
"Easy..." Jimin soothes, placing a firm hand on your hips to hold you down. "I'll take care of you." Then he buries himself between your legs.
His tongue alternates hard and soft as it strokes your clit. Any reservations he had about this have disappeared with the way he relishes you. He slides his fingers inside you and pairs each stroke of his tongue with internal pressure from his fingers. You pulse with arousal inside and out. You wind your fingers through his soft hair and he groans a deep satisfied rumble.
"Please, please," you beg, tugging him against you as you get closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it." He pulls off one last time to catch his breath. "Let me have it." His thumb rolls slowly over your clit as he watches you from between your thighs. "Come for me. Be mine."
He dives back in, the pace of his fingers curling inside you matching the figure-eights his tongue weaves over your clitoris. Heat radiates from his tongue, burning and tingling, so pleasurable it's almost painful. Warmth spreads through you, flowing into you and flooding up your spine and down to your toes. You tug harder on his hair. The groan he releases sends vibrations throughout your core, pushing you over the edge.
"Fuck, Jimin, I'm coming," you gasp. Your muscles clench around his fingers and your hips rock against his face as waves of pleasure cascade through you. It lasts for an eternity as he keeps stroking you, perfectly in time to the rhythms inside you. He keeps at it until you finally whine and squirm away, everything becoming too much.
"That's my girl." He smiles as he places a soft kiss on your inner thigh and chuckles when your skin trembles in response.
Minutes pass as you recover your breath. Jimin's head is still between your legs, trailing soft kisses up and down your inner thigh. It tickles and you try to squirm away, but his grip on your hips is too tight.
"Jimin," you whine, wiggling beneath him.
He ignores you, trailing his wet fingers up and down your leg.
"You know," he says, resting his chin on your thigh. "If the curse is real..."
"The curse is not real, Jimin.”
"If the curse is real,” he talks over you, pinching your inner thigh and making you jump, “then that was your last orgasm for a month." He looks so pleased with himself, dark eyes full of mischief. Your skin tingles under his hungry gaze and you begin to heat up again. "Seems a shame to leave it at that."
"Jimin," you sigh. "I'm not sure I have another one in me tonight."
"Oh, come on." He dives back into you, bumping his nose into your clitoris and causing your whole body to jolt. "I can't leave you with just one." He nuzzles against you. "How will you manage?"
A slight pang of pain hits you that he’s going to be gone for so long. But you don’t want him to see it, so you play sarcastic. "I have a vibrator."
"You do?"
"How else do you think I deal with your touring schedule?"
"Dirty girl..." He nips playfully at your inner thigh. "Where is it?"
You blush. "Under the bed."
"What?" His eyes widen in surprise. He swings his head over the side of the bed, inspecting underneath it. "There's nothing but shoes down here," he says as he hangs upside-down searching for your vibrator.
"In the Adidas box." You hide your face behind your hands as he climbs off the bed.
"Look at you," he teases. "Hiding sex toys in shoeboxes. You are dirty." He laughs a delighted laugh when he opens the correct box and you curl in on yourself further. He climbs back on top of you, pulling your hands away from your face.
You laugh when you see him, a small bullet vibrator hanging by its cord from between his teeth.
"I want to see it," he says as he drops the vibrator into your hands. "Show me how you get yourself off, if I'm not around to do it."
You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Two is kind of my max. I don't know if I can."
"I believe in you, sweetheart." Jimin sits back on his heels to watch you, keeping his hand on the controller connected to the vibrator in your hand.
Your heart beats faster as he stares at you. His semi-erect dick dangles between his spread knees.
"Go on," he encourages, turning the vibrator on.
You move the vibrator down between your legs. It makes a spluttering sound as it encounters your wet folds.
"Listen to that." Jimin smiles and scoots forward on his knees, licking his lips. "Listen to how wet you are. I bet you can come again."
The vibrator does feel good against your sensitive skin and watching him watch you fills you with an arousing mix of embarrassment and confidence. The pleasure builds quickly, everything still wound up from your previous orgasm.
He increases the speed on the vibrator. "Are you getting close?" he asks, his own erection rising as he watches you.
You groan and nod, rolling the vibrator in circles across your palm, grinding it into your clitoris. The sounds of the vibrator, the sloppy wetness of your arousal, and your panting breaths fill the room as Jimin waits to watch you come.
But the closer the edge of your pleasure gets, the more distracted you become. He's just sitting there waiting, with that smug grin on his face. What if you can't come? What if he thinks this stupid curse is real? You just came, it's perfectly reasonable that you might not be able to come again right now.
The further you get into your own head, the further your climax drifts away.
"It's not working, is it?" He strokes his now fully erect cock and wiggles his eyebrows. "Need some assistance?" He turns up the vibrations to their maximum setting.
The drive to come surges back as you press harder against yourself with the vibrator and watch him stroke himself. He shuffles forward on his knees, until his dick is right next to your face.
"Suck my cock," he urges, nudging your cheek with his erection. "Do a good job and I'll let you come."
You want to roll your eyes at the suggestion that he has any control over whether or not you come, but his erection is too tempting. You sit up slightly and draw him into your mouth.
"That's a good girl," he groans. "My desperate little cockslut."
He's so hard on your tongue. You let go of the vibrator to angle yourself better. He moans when you sink down so far that your nose bumps into his pubic bone.
"Fuck," he exhales and his hands tremble as he caresses your cheek. "You take it so well." He picks the vibrator back up from where you dropped it onto the bedspread and positions it back between your legs. You jolt and moan, sending vibrations through his dick. He threads his fingers into the hair at the back of your neck, easing you up and down his cock.
You hover at the edge of coming, so debauched and needy and desperate to please him. He rolls the vibrator faster around your clitoris and you're so close. "Can you come for me?" he whispers, stroking your hair. "I want to see you come with my cock in your mouth."
You groan and rock your hips back and forth against his hand, chasing the edge as he guides you up and down his dick. But you can't quite get there. Every time you reach the tipping point, his cock bumps into the back of your throat and you gag.
"You can't do it, can you?" he teases, pace increasing as he gets more and more excited. The vibrator drops to the bed as he uses both hands to grip the back of your head. "You're mine now. All your orgasms are mine," he chokes out as he loses control of himself and comes down your throat, holding you to him and forcing you to swallow his whole release.
His thighs tremble as he sinks down onto the bed. "I love you," he says, kissing your cheek. He folds his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and sighing happily. Your core aches, but Jimin looks like he’s about to fall asleep.
“Hey!” You poke him in the ribs. "You can't leave me like this."
He opens one eye and laughs. "You admitting that you need me?"
You pout, not wanting to admit anything, but really wanting to get off one last time before bed. He's leaving tomorrow. Just because you want him right now doesn't mean you're cursed.
"Please, Jimin." You nudge the vibrator back into his hand, core clenching again when he takes it from you. "Help me."
"Of course." He smiles and kisses you again, before scooting down the bed and positioning himself between your legs one last time.
"So wet and swollen," he teases, as he traces a finger up and down your labia, chuckling as it twitches.
"Quit teasing," you groan, smacking his hand in irritation.
"Yes, dear." He brings the buzzing vibrator back to your clitoris and your hips buck upward to meet him. You're so close to coming you cry out, reaching out for him and grabbing on to whatever you can reach. One hand grips his shoulder as the other tangles into his hair. "That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me."
His warm wet tongue slides in next to the vibrator and you shatter into a million pieces.
Your fragmented mind floats above you as you tense in pleasure, every muscle contracted as it all becomes too much. You sob as your third orgasm of the night is ripped from you. Jimin massages both the vibrator and his tongue against you, pulling every last drop of arousal from you.
You collapse into a pile of jelly. "Fuck," you breathe out. "That was amazing."
"Glad you enjoyed it." Jimin beams from between your legs, giving one small kiss to your pubic mound before sliding back up and cradling you in his arms. "Hope it was worth it," he mumbles, kissing your forehead as you close your eyes.
You nuzzle into his warm, muscular chest. It certainly seems worth it right now. But curses aren't real. It's the last thing you think before you fall into a deep satisfied sleep. Curses aren't real.
______
You roll over the next morning to find Jimin’s side of the bed empty. Running water in the bathroom tells you he’s already up and getting ready to leave.
There’s a tingle between your legs, an echo of the night before. Your legs and crotch are slick with a mix of saliva, arousal and sweat. It should be disgusting, but it makes you smile mischievously. Memories of last night replay in your mind as you slide your hand down between your legs and contemplate how you got so messy.
The bathroom door is closed. You wiggle over to Jimin’s side of the bed and pick up his phone. It’s 5:30 am. Do you have enough time to talk him into coming back to bed? Your core pulses and you run a teasing finger around it. It’s so sore that it almost hurts to touch it. Almost, but not quite enough to stop you. You miss the heat of his mouth, the possessive way he talked, his groans of pleasure as he consumed you.
“Jimin,” you call out, unable to wait for him any longer.
The running water stops. “Yeah?” he calls out, not opening the door.
“Are you almost done in there?”
“One second.” The water switches back on briefly before he shuts it off and opens the door.
Jimin is shirtless, patting his face dry with a towel. You lick your lips at the sight of him, the tingle between your legs escalating to full ache. He’s dressed in only black slacks, hair wet and tousled from his shower. Your core pulses as you watch a drop of water from his hair drop onto his chest and trail down the muscular planes of his stomach.
His eyes rake over you, making you feel naked despite the covers. You pull your hand away from yourself, embarrassed. Your possibly demonic boyfriend smirks.
“Last night not enough for you?” He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, looking all too pleased with himself. “Greedy girl.”
You want to scoff at him, but your pussy clenches traitorously instead. His dark eyes burn even hotter, as if he knows.
He chuckles. “I’d offer to help you out, but I just washed my face.”
You roll your eyes and squirm under the covers. “There are other ways to help me.” You don’t need his tongue. His fingers or his cock would do just as nicely.
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he walks over to his nightstand and picks up his phone. “I’ve only got ten minutes before the car arrives though.”
The pang of distress at his leaving returns. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“I thought you could use the rest.” He laughs and kisses you on the forehead. “I didn’t want to wake you earlier than I had to.”
It feels especially hard to say goodbye today. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I bet you will,” he replies, striding across the room to fish a white button-down shirt from the closet, still smirking. “A month is a long time to go.”
“I like more about you than just the sex.” You cross your arms and pout. “Won’t you miss me?”
Jimin laughs brightly as he buttons up his shirt. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Of course, I’ll miss you.” He takes your hands in his, squeezing gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” It doesn’t feel like enough to convey how much you’re going to miss him. But you don’t want to be that needy girl who begs her boyfriend to stay.
He smiles and picks up your hands, lifting them to his lips and kissing the back of each. Then he pauses and sniffs. He can smell the arousal on your hand and you are mortified. His eyes flick back up to your blushing face and he cocks an eyebrow, pleased smirk on his lips. "You sure you don't want my assistance one last time?"
You clench your thighs together and squirm under his heated gaze. "I wouldn't want you to be late." You can always get yourself off after he leaves.
"Yeah," he replies, glancing at his watch. "I should get going." He cups your cheek in his palm, tilting your chin up to give him a kiss goodbye.
You pour all your unspoken longing into your last kiss. His mouth is warm, his lips soft, and when his tongue enters your mouth, your whole body breaks out in droplets of sweat. You thread your fingers into his damp hair, pulling him closer as you moan against his lips.
He laughs as he pulls away from you. "So needy," he teases, wiping his lips with his thumb. "I like it." You want to scoff at how patronizing he sounds, but then he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Be good for me," he whispers and you can't help the whine you emit as he lets go of you.
What is the matter with you? You've always prided yourself on being a mature adult who was respectful of his schedule, not some hormonal teenager who can't live without her boyfriend. You must be horny. As soon as he leaves, you can solve that problem and go about your day as usual.
You watch Jimin leave, admiring the way the tight black pants show off his best assets. "Hurry back!” you call after him. He blows you a kiss, and then he's gone.
The moment he's gone, you feel colder and emptier. You slide back down under the covers, drawing them up over your shoulders, and sighing broken-heartedly. It's dramatic, but no one is around to see you, so you let yourself wallow for a moment.
The tingle between your legs recaptures your attention. You glance over to the nightstand where your vibrator waits. Your pelvic muscles twitch in excitement. You scoop the vibrator up and sneak it under the bed covers.
You take your time easing into your arousal. You're still sore and sensitive from last night, so you don't go straight for the maximum setting. You tease yourself slowly, like Jimin would. His kiss lingers on your lips. Your fingers miss his soft hair. The vibrator echoes the burning, tingling pleasure of his tongue.
Just as you reach your plateau, cranking the vibrator to the highest setting and settling in for the home stretch, your phone buzzes.
Today 10:35 am
Jimin: What are you doing?
You: Nothing...
Jimin: Nothing? You sure about that? You sure you're not fingering that needy clit right now?
You: I am doing no such thing.
Jimin: You've got the vibrator out then.
You: Fuck. How do you know that?
Jimin: You seemed pretty needy when I left. ;)
You: Where are you?
Jimin: Pulling into the airport.
You groan out loud. The idea of him texting you filth while surrounded by his members made you flush with heat. You ignore him for a moment as you ride the wave of pleasure that surges through you at the thought.
Jimin: You going to answer me?
You: I have the vibrator.
Jimin: Dirty girl... Did you cum?
You: No, not yet
Jimin: Can't get it done without me huh?
You: just taking my sweet time. thank you very much. curses aren't real
Jimin: prove me wrong then. cum for me
Your clitoris throbs as you lower the vibrator back to it, buzzing excitedly. The edge of your orgasm hangs just out of reach. You read back Jimin's command and press the vibrator harder against yourself, rocking your pelvis up and down. It's right there. You ride the edge for a moment, then breathe out and let yourself tip over.
Your whole body goes numb. All feeling disappears, as if you are floating in mid-air, all sense of time and place gone and you feel nothing. Your pelvic muscles contract rhythmically, as if you’re having an orgasm, but you can’t feel it. You feel nothing.
Blinding pain rips through you. The vibrator is a curling iron pressed to your clit. The sheets burn everywhere they touch you. You cry out in shock and fling the source of pain away from you. You tear the bedcovers off as the vibrator clatters into the dresser on the far side of the room.
What the fuck just happened? The pain disappears as quickly as it appeared and you are the same, cunt still pulsing with arousal. You lie in a pool of sweat, panting.
You look over at Jimin's message. Should you tell him what just happened? What if he thinks it's the curse?
You shake your head. No. Curses aren't real. It must all be in your head.
Today 10:42 am
You: did it
Jimin: really?
You feel a slight twinge of guilt as you lie to him.
You: really
Jimin: oh...
Is he disappointed? Did he want you to have an ancient demonic curse? He told you to come for him. You watch typing bubbles appear and disappear several times, but no messages come through. You feel overheated and overwhelmed. You get up out of the bed, ignoring the ache between your legs, deciding to have a cold shower instead.
Jimin: getting on the plane now
You: okay, have a safe flight! I love you! Call me when you land!
Jimin: yup, will do
No "I love you too"? Was he mad at you? Upset? You frown as you stand in your bathroom and watch his flight take off on the flight tracker app on your phone.
_____
It’s a long eleven hours as Jimin flies to Los Angeles. Every time you think about him, the slight tingle between your legs returns. You make the shower ten degrees colder to try to calm yourself down, but it provides only temporary relief. You are on edge and restless all day, but too afraid of the strange thing that happened this morning to try masturbating again.
By the time midnight rolls around, you are very tired and very frustrated. You should go to bed and talk to Jimin in the morning. But as you watch the plane get closer and closer to landing, you can’t fall asleep.
His plane lands and you wait for him to text you. Five minutes go by, then ten, with no message. You can’t take it anymore.
Today 12:18 am
You: Did you arrive safely?
Jimin: Just landed
You: Can you talk?
He’s only been gone half a day, but it already feels too long. You’re annoyed with yourself for feeling this needy.
Jimin: Not right now. Maybe in a couple of hours
You: I have to go to bed…
Jimin: You should go to bed then
You frown. Usually he would plead with you to wait a little longer, or ask if he could wake you up when he was free. You’ve had many whispered conversations at 4 am because it was the only time he could talk.
You can’t let on how much you already miss him though. You don’t want to be one of those girls who becomes a burden. This was the trade-off to dating an idol.
You: Okay, good night then
Jimin: good night
You frown at your phone again, before finally giving up and setting it down on the nightstand.
You stare at the dark ceiling of your bedroom wishing he was here with you, instead of halfway around the world. You roll over and hug the pillow next to you. It smells like him. It triggers a deep knock of the same arousal that’s been haunting you all day. Maybe it would help you sleep if you got some relief.
You slip your fingers down into your underwear and find yourself already wet. You trail your fingers through the sticky wetness curiously. You are not usually this wound up so quickly. It’s ridiculous that the smell of him alone can get you this excited.
You bury your face in his pillow and inhale again, amazed as you feel another burst of wetness gush from you. God, you miss him. How do you miss him this much when he’s been gone less than a day? His arms, his hands, his tongue, his lips are all you can think about.
You sigh softly as you trail a damp finger up around your eager clitoris. You close your eyes and imagine the hand belongs to Jimin instead. He’s here with you. His lips on yours, his hand curled into your hair, whispering how you belong to him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he whispers in your head. “Make yourself wet and desperate for me.” You groan as you pick up the pace of your hand. “Good girl, you’re doing so good.”
“Jimin, please,” you plead into the silence of your empty bedroom.
The Jimin in your head laughs. “You know it’s hopeless right?” he teases, smirking at you in that self-satisfied way where he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. “Every one of your orgasms belongs to me.”
You feel the edge of pleasure begin to slip away. You speed up your hand and chase after it, but it’s no use. The pleasure fades aways and you are left numb, empty and wet.
“Told you I was cursed,” imaginary Jimin teases. You huff in frustration, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, and roll over away from the pillow that smells like him. You shut your eyes tight. Curses aren’t real.
_______
Your dreams are full of Jimin. Jimin’s hands, Jimin’s chest, Jimin’s tongue. Over and over, he teases you toward your climax in your sleep. Always pausing, always stopping before you get to your end. By the time you wake up in the morning, you are swollen and dripping with need.
Your alarm sounds. It’s Monday. Work starts in an hour. You reach down and confirm how wet you are, more wet than you have ever been before. Your thighs slide past each other, slick with arousal. You can’t go to work like this.
It’s time to break out the big guns.
You lean over the side of your bed and fish out the other shoebox. The one you couldn’t tell Jimin about. The one that contains your dildo. Sometimes the vibrator alone wasn’t enough. Sometimes you needed a bit more. Sometimes you needed to be filled.
“Won’t do any good,” imaginary Jimin whispers in your head. You ignore him.
You slide the toy through your folds, slicking it up with your excessive wetness. The sides of your entrance tingle with heat as you stroke over them.
“Imagine it’s me,” Jimin teases. The fake cock heats up in your hands and you can almost believe it's his.
“Please, fuck me, Jimin” you beg, even though Jimin is thousands of miles away.
“Would if I could, sweetheart,” he answers. You picture him running his tongue over his plush lower lip. “But that’s not what you really want.”
“No such thing as curses,” you urge as you slide the dildo into you. “Fuck…”
Being finally filled again scratches an itch you hadn’t been able to before. It’s a pleasure and a relief all at once. The toy slides in easily with how soaking wet you are.
You pull up some porn on your phone and prop it against a pillow before grabbing the vibrator. You’re done fucking around. You need to get off right now and then go to work.
The porn isn’t very interesting though. The only thing you want to think about is Jimin. You close your eyes, listening to the audio but picturing your boyfriend. It doesn’t take long before you feel the pleasure crescendo. You let out a sob. It’s happening, it’s finally happening. You aren’t cursed.
The phone rings.
“Fuck!” You throw the vibrator down in frustration.
It’s Jimin. If it were anyone else, you would let it go to voicemail. But you really want to hear his voice. You turn the vibrator off so he won’t hear it, but keep sliding the silicone cock in and out of you.
“Hey babe,” Jimin’s voice is a little raspy. “I thought I could catch you before work. What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you lie, sliding the dildo further inside yourself and biting your lip to conceal a groan.
He chuckles. “Nothing?”
“Nothing. Getting ready for work.” You refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that you’re actually naked in bed, dripping for him. “What are you doing?”
“Finally made it to the hotel,” he groans. You can picture him stretching his arms over his head as he spreads himself across his big empty bed. “Was thinking about you. Thought you might be thinking of me.”
Does he know? How could he know? Does he have magical “knows when his girlfriend is horny” demon powers”?
Shit. No. Jimin is not a demon. There are no such things as demons.
“Did you just call for phone sex?” You want to sound irritated, but your pelvic muscles clench traitorously around the dildo.
“Can’t stop thinking about yesterday.” His voice gets lower and you can hear the slick sounds of his hand moving over his dick in the background. “You were so needy for me. I liked it.”
A sharp blade of anger slices through your fog of lust.
“Jimin.” You pull the dildo out of you, setting it to the side. “You can’t ignore me all day yesterday and then expect me to talk you off like nothing happened.”
“Aww, come on, we were so busy. I called you as soon as I got here,” he whines. “I’ll make sure you get off too.”
You aren’t sure he can. Not with his voice alone. You need him here with you. But you’re not going to admit that.
“I have to go to work.” You are rapidly running out of time.
“Don’t you miss me?” he asks. You can practically hear his pout through the phone.
“Do you miss me?” You want to know why he hadn’t called earlier, but you don’t want to seem too needy.
“Of course, I do, baby. I love you.”
The tension in you eases slightly. Maybe you had been making things up.
“Miss you so much,” he continues and you can hear the sounds of his jerking off pick up speed. “Miss that sweet little cunt.”
It’s just about sex. He doesn’t miss you, he just wants to get off. “I have to go Jimin.”
“What? No! Don’t go.”
“I’m going to be late for work.” You hang up on him, feeling a vindictive victory. Your core is still wet and aching, but your anger powers you long enough to get you up and into the shower.
______
One cold shower and a hot cup of coffee later and you are on your way to work.
The commute sucks. Your lingering arousal refuses to abate. Your mind dwells on Jimin. Sitting down on the subway has you springing to your feet as the train starts moving, vibrations from the rails threatening to have you soaking through your underwear. Memories of Jimin commanding you to orgasm echo through you as you fight to calm your breathing.
You haven’t heard from real Jimin since you hung up on him. He probably fell asleep.
At work, you shift uncomfortably at your desk. You try to answer some emails, but every few seconds your core pulses, forcing you to reposition yourself. Your clothes itch. Everything is too hot. You shrug off the cardigan that you usually need to cope with the building’s air conditioning system. But then you rush to put it back on when you notice how hard your nipples are, poking through your bra and shirt.
The only thing that can distract from the tingling all over you is the buzz of your phone.
Today 10:22 am
Jimin: I’m sorry :(
You: Go on…
Jimin: I’m sorry I ignored you. This whole thing has me a bit thrown off.
You: How so?
Jimin: I was just so sure that the curse was a real thing, you know? I felt pretty stupid that it wasn’t.
You bite your lip and shift uncomfortably in your seat, pressing your legs together. Should you tell him? No… curses aren’t real. You’re just missing your boyfriend. That’s okay.
You: It’s okay, Jimin. Thank you.
Jimin: Is it bad that I kind of wanted it to be real?
You: You did?
Jimin: Well, it’s pretty sexy right?
Sweat trails from your hairline down your neck.
You: I have to be able to live my life Jimin. Can’t be sitting around waiting for you.
Jimin: I’m sorry we’re gone so much.
Shit. Now you’ve made him feel bad for his work schedule, something you swore you’d never do.
You: It’s okay. I’ll be okay.
I’ll be okay. Curses aren’t real. I’ll be okay. Curses aren’t real.
You repeat the mantra under your breath until you make it to the end of the work day.
_______
The rest of the work week passes in much the same way, days of jaw clenching and sweating until you can rush home and lie in bed with the vibrator. You edge over and over, afraid of the pain you experienced last time, until you pass out exhausted.
You manage to make it to Friday. There’s a big meeting at nine. Your whole office, crammed into one conference room. At least this way you have an excuse to linger at the edge of the meeting, rather than sit leaking all over an office chair. It’s the first time you’ve had to be around this many other people at once.
“Do you think they can tell?” demon Jimin whispers in your head. “Do they know how wet and desperate you are right now?”
You teter at the edge of the room. You clench in horror as a drop of something begins running down the inside of your leg. You’re too far gone to tell if it is arousal or sweat.
A colleague next to you leans over to ask you a follow-up question on something your boss just said, but you cannot hear them over the buzzing in your head. They look at you in confusion. “Are you alright?”
No, you are not alright. You’re becoming dumber with each passing moment. Sweat beads up on the back of your neck. You mutter something about not feeling well and run for the restroom.
You slam the door to the stall behind you, ripping off your cardigan and undoing several buttons of the blouse underneath. You can’t breathe. You need air. You need relief. You slip your hand underneath your skirt. Your fingers are cool against your burning core. It’s a relief to touch yourself again.
“God, you’re a mess.” Jimin whispers in your head. You want to cry from how humiliating this is. “Can you imagine if they knew what you were doing in here?”
“Jimin…” you plead, unable to stop yourself.
“Shhh… ” he chuckles. “Don’t let them hear you.”
You bang your head back into the stall door in frustration. If you could just come, if you could just get five minutes of relief. Maybe the pain would be better, at least it would be a different sensation. You speed up your hand, chasing any form of relief.
“Such a dirty girl. Getting yourself off in the bathroom to the mere memory of me. What are we going to do with you?”
Your fingers slurp through the slick leaking from you. The noises fill the small office bathroom. It’s disgusting and debauched and you can’t stop yourself.
“Listen to that.” Jimin whispers. “You’re so hopeless.”
Your orgasm dances tantalizingly near, but your hand is starting to cramp up.
“Don’t stop now.” Jimin urges. “Keep rubbing. That’s it. The more desperate you are, the more control I have.”
“Fuck…” you curse.
The bathroom door opens, noises of chatter and typing pouring in from the larger office. “Everything okay in there?”
Your face burns with humiliation and your back drips with sweat. “I’m okay!” you call out, even though you aren’t, not even a little.
You’ll never get relief here. It takes all your strength to pull your fingers away from your swollen cunt. Especially with Jimin whispering in your ear to keep touching yourself.
You adjust your skirt and rebutton your blouse as best you can.
“Sorry,” you mutter as you emerge from the stall, not looking at the colleague who has come to check on you. “Stomach bug.” You hope your excessive sweating sells the idea that you are actually ill.
“Go home!” your colleague insists, waving their hands at you. “Don’t be spreading your norovirus around here.”
“Yeah, yeah, I think that is a good idea.” You nod, rinsing off your hands and patting a damp cloth on your face.
Imaginary Jimin grins, his dark eyes burning in your mind’s eye at the idea of having you all to himself again. “I think that’s a good idea too.”
_______
The first thing you do when you get back to your apartment is strip out of your clothes, leaving a trail of sweat-soaked clothing from your front door to the bedroom. You climb back into bed and grab the vibrator, hissing in relief as it clicks on, feeling like you can breathe for a moment.
“You know, you’re only going to make it worse.” Demon Jimin continues to taunt you. “The more you touch yourself, the more you’ll want me.”
“Please, Jimin, please,” you beg, even though there’s nothing your imaginary boyfriend can do for you.
“What will we do with you?” the demon smirks, tutting in mock disapproval. “Can’t even work a full day. How will you keep a job? I’ll have to take you everywhere with me, never too far away. My personal slut.”
“No, Jimin, please…” Everything hurts. Your folds are red and irritated. Your hand cramps from pressing the vibrator into you. But you can’t stop.
“It’s okay, my love. Keep rubbing yourself. Melt your brain away. Be mine. There’s nothing else you need to do. That’s my good girl.”
All conscious thought begins to slip from you. There is only aching burning need. Jimin’s voice echoes in your head, drowning out all your attempts to fight him.
“What an embarrassment you are. So wet and needy. Filthy girl. I won’t be able to take you anywhere. You’ll have to wait around my hotel room, begging me to take pity on you. My own horny little pet.”
Waves of desire roll through you, washing away any other aspirations. Just to be his. To be only his.
“Won’t that be easier? Nothing to worry about. No work, no chores. Your only job will be to stay wet and ready for me. And you’ll be so good at it. I’ll use you when I feel like it and only let you come once I’m satisfied. Every single orgasm will be mine.”
A groan rips from your throat, more animal than human. Tremors run up and down your spine.
“I’ll have to be careful not to let you come too often though,” Jimin teases. “I like you like this. All needy and desperate for me. Want to keep you like this. My brainless little fucktoy.”
You sob. He’s right. It’s all you’re good for now. Nothing but a shivering pile of desperation.
The only thing that saves you from drifting under the demon’s spell is the ring of your phone. Jimin is calling you. Real Jimin. Your only lifeline.
“Hello?” Your voice is raspy and parched. You click off the vibrator so he can’t hear it. But that only makes the need worse, so you replace it with your hand.
“Hello?” Jimin answers. “Are you sleeping?”
“No…” Should you be asleep? You have no idea what time it is.
“You sound weird.”
You switch the phone to speaker and rest it next to your head on the bed so he can’t hear your heavy breathing. “I’m fine.”
“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all week.” He sounds a bit upset, and very far away.
You have no answer. No, things were not okay, but there was nothing he could do about it when he’s thousands of miles away.
“Beg him,” demon Jimin whispers. “Go on, beg him to let you come. It will be funny.”
“I can’t,” you mutter under your breath, groaning in frustration.
“What?” Jimin’s voice calls from the phone. “I can’t hear you. Are you still there?”
“I… I can’t do this right now Jimin.”
“Are you still at work?” His tone has shifted from upset to confused.
“No, no, I went home.”
“Are you sick?” Jimin asks through the phone. “Hello?”
A small sob bubbles its way up out of your throat.
“This conversation is boring,” the Jimin in your head insists. “Turn the vibrator back on.”
“I don’t have time for this right now, Jimin.”
“What are you doing?” Real Jimin sounds worried. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Go on,” the demon whispers. “Tell him you can’t come without him. Tell him you belong to him now. Tell him his pathetic excuse for a girlfriend can’t live without him.”
“Jimin please!” you cry out. “I can’t do it anymore, please!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks. “Please let me come.”
“What? Are you playing with yourself right now?” he asks, incredulous.
Somehow the vibrator has turned back on and you rock against it, even as you wish you could stop. “I can’t help it,” you sob. “I can’t stop Jimin. I can’t stop.” You’re useless and pathetic. He’s going to leave you and you’ll never get relief again. “I’m sorry. Please let me come.”
“You can come! You can come!” he shouts through the phone, but of course, that does nothing to help you.
“I can’t come without you!” you sob. “You were right. The curse is real.”
“Huh? But, but... at the airport, you said you did.”
You groan, still chasing relief that isn’t coming. “I lied, Jimin, I’m sorry.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the phone. “Why would you lie to me?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know. But it’s real and I can’t… I can’t do anything without you. You have to come back.”
“I can’t come back. We have a show tomorrow.”
“ He’s not going to help you.” The demon is still there, waiting for you.
“Please, Jimin, please come home.” you beg. “I need you.”
“This is my job. I can’t leave.”
“What about my job, Jimin? What about my life? You can’t leave me like this!”
“It’s only been a week! Can’t you deal with it for a little longer?”
“Fuck you Park Jimin! You did this to me!”
“You said it wasn’t real!”
“He’s useless,” demon Jimin begins to drown out your boyfriend. “Come back to me. Be mine.”
“I have to go Jimin.”
“No, don’t hang up. We can figure this out.”
“You can’t help me.” You hang up the phone and toss it back onto your nightstand.
“Good girl.” The demon hisses in satisfaction. “Let it all go. Let your mind go.” You cry, still rocking against the vibrator, searching for relief that isn’t coming.
______
Your mind slowly leaves you over the next few days. You can get a few minutes of clarity if you’re willing to push yourself all the way over the edge, the searing pain providing you with enough mental clearness to call in sick to work or order food. But every time you do, it leaves you with even less with even less mental clarity.
At some point, you stop keeping track of the days. You stop sleeping. You stop eating. Eventually, even getting out of bed becomes too much work.
The bed sheets are wet, a mixture of sweat and vaginal secretions. You need to pee.
“God, you’re disgusting.” Demon Jimin laughs in your head. “He’s never going to want you now. Wet yourself like the animal you are and be done with it.”
You whine, hiding your face beneath your pillow and trying to distract yourself with the vibrator from the growing need to urinate.
The phone rings. Jimin is calling. He’s been calling for days, but you can’t answer him. You can’t let him know what you’ve become. He’ll never want you again.
There’s a loud banging on your front door. Who could that be? You haven’t ordered any food in a while, not really sure how long.
“Ignore it,” the demon instructs. “Lie here in this bed and piss yourself.”
You wrap the pillow around your head, unsure if you are trying to drown out the pounding on the door or the demon whispering in your ear.
“Open the door!” A loud, frantic voice carries through the door and you curl in on yourself. You don’t know who they are, but you can’t let them see. You can’t let them know. The pounding stops, followed by a loud thud that rattles the door on its hinges. “Goddamn it!” The voice shouts. Then, a softer voice calls through the door. “Baby, please open the door. Please, let me in.” It’s Jimin. Real Jimin. He’s here.
The overwhelming drive for him is the only thing that could propel you up and out of the bed. You’re shaky on your feet, a bit dizzy. The world is not entirely stable. But you manage to make it to the door and unlatch the lock before collapsing in a heap next to the entry.
For a second, there’s nothing. The door stays shut and you are worried that you hallucinated the whole thing. Of course he’s not here. He has more important things to be doing than dealing with his pathetic girlfriend.
But then the door bursts open.
“Babe?” Jimin calls for you as he steps into the apartment, kicking off his shoes. He’s wearing the same white dress shirt and black slacks that he left you in. Maybe he’s a figment of your imagination.
“Jimin…” You reach out for him, unable to believe he’s actually here, needing to feel whether or not he is solid.
“Shit.” His eyes widen as he finds you crumpled up and naked on the floor. “Are you okay?” He drops his overnight bag on the threshold and kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. “Tell me what’s happening.”
You don’t know how to answer him. You don’t know what’s happening. But his fingertips are cool against your feverish, sweaty skin. He brushes the hair out of your face so he can look you in the eyes. You only know you need him.
“Jimin, I need you, please.” Your hands reach for him, searching for more of his skin to cool yourself against. You’re untucking his shirt from his pants and trying to undo his belt buckle, but he bats your hands away.
“Woah...” He grabs your hands to stop you as you battle him for his belt. “Babe, slow down, talk to me.”
He doesn’t want you. He’s repulsed by you. The demon was right. He’ll never touch you again. You’re worthless. You’re repulsive. You burst into tears. “Please, Jimin, please, I can’t,” you sob, nearly incomprehensible.
“Shh, shh...” He runs his hands over your shoulders. “Shh… it’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you.” He scoops you up into his arms and carries you down the hall, back toward your room. “I was so worried,” he says as he cradles you against him.
You can only respond by nuzzling your face into his chest, the cool cotton of his white shirt absorbing the heat from your skin.
“Your work called and said you haven’t been in since last week.” He kisses the top of your head and inhales the smell of your hair. “Why haven’t you been answering the phone?”
You ought to feel bad, but it was hard to feel too bad when you had what you finally wanted, Jimin back here with you.
“I thought something terrible had happened to you.” He pauses at the door to the bathroom, waiting for an explanation.
“It’s the curse,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “I’m cursed. You cursed me.”
“I’m so sorry.” He set you down on the toilet, before turning on the shower. “I didn’t know it would be like this.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and turns to leave the bathroom.
You panic. Where is he going? He can’t leave you like this. “Jimin, no, don’t leave.” You chase him out of the bathroom, catching him around the middle and clinging to his waist. “You can’t leave me.”
“I’m not leaving,” he chuckles, trying to unfasten your arms from around him, but you refuse to let go. “I was just getting undressed.” He sighs, picking you up once again and carrying you back to the bathroom. He tries to set you down again, but you whine, clinging to his neck.
Giving up, he steps directly into the shower, still dressed, cradling you in his arms. The white dress shirt turns translucent as the water hits it, clinging to his skin. The water runs down his torso and thighs and you groan with need. The water is warm, but it feels cool compared to how hot your skin is.
“Jimin, please.” You’re begging again. “I need you.”
“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here,” he answers. Your legs tremble underneath you as he puts you back on your feet. He grabs the bottle of body wash and squirts out a generous dollop, lathering it up in his hands. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
It’s all you can do to stay standing as he caresses you. He removes the shower head from its hook so he can follow each soapy caress with water to wash you clean.
He starts with your neck, then your breasts, then your stomach, gentle hands massaging over you. It only makes the ache for him worse. He reaches the puffy and swollen labia and you gasp, legs trembling.
“Please, Jimin, please,” your endless chant of pleading begins again.
“Shh…. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He runs the showerhead over your aching core to rinse off the soap and your legs give out entirely. You collapse against the wall behind you, unable to support yourself. Still dressed in his soaking wet clothes, he kneels in front of you. He spreads your legs, investigating your swollen folds with his soapy hands. Your clitoris throbs, hard and angry and red. You shiver as he runs the water stream over again. “Does it hurt?” he asks, watching your face as he strokes over your tender core with his fingertips.
“No, no,” you shake your head emphatically. “Not anymore.” The only pain now is the distance between you. “Please, please, please…”
He slides closer to you, brushing his dark wet hair back off his forehead and licking his lips. He picks up one of your legs and wraps it over his shoulder, then the other, carrying you on his shoulders as he buries his face in your core. You are so on edge, have been on edge for so long, that you’re already at the peak of your arousal the moment his tongue touches you.
Something monstrous is building inside you. A sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before moves through you as he moves his tongue in slow broad strokes over your clit. Flames of heat lick at your extremities, beginning in your fingertips and toes and spreading upward. Rising warmth builds in your belly as you ride his face, hips undulating in time with the bobbing of his head. Fear floods you as the memory of the searing pain returns from those moments you’ve gotten this close in the past. You tense up, gripping his shoulders tightly, afraid to let yourself tip over.
“It’s okay,” Jimin whispers, pausing for a second to admire you from between your thighs. “It’s okay to let go.” His warm wet tongue slides over your aching clit as his fingers penetrate you. A massive tremor rolls through you as all the pent of tension releases at once and you’re coming. Every muscle in your body seizes over and over as you grind against his face.
Rhythmic muscle contractions seize you as a rush of fluid shoots out of you, spraying Jimin right in the face. You’re screaming, but not from pain. There is no pain, only release, only relief.
“Woah.” Jimin gapes at you, your release dripping down his face and off his chin. Then he breaks into a huge smile. “That was amazing.”
You laugh out loud, relief washing over you. Your whole body turns to jello and you collapse into his lap.
“Thank goodness we were already in the shower,” he says, wiping his face with his hand and chuckling.
The two of you sit, holding on to each other under the stream of water, laughing. Finally, the mental fog begins to lift from your thoughts.
“How did you get here?” you ask, yawning as you do so.
“On a plane.” He laughs, nuzzling against your neck, arms wrapped around you.
You hit playfully on his chest, still covered in his soaking wet dress shirt. “You know what I mean, what about the tour?” You yawn again.
He mirrors your yawn, stretching his arms and groaning. “I have to go back in the morning. They managed to get me out of the press junkets for today by claiming I was sick, but I have to be back for the concert.”
“Do they know?” Your eyes are already closing as you lean against his warm firm torso.
“About the curse?” Jimin asks. “No…” he laughs. “No, I don’t think they’d let me leave if I told them it was because my girlfriend really needed to ride my face. I told them I had a family emergency.”
“I’m sorry, Jimin.”
He shakes his head. “I’m the one who should be sorry.” He turns your face toward him and kisses you. “It’s my fault. I never should have left you.”
You sigh, head resting on his shoulder. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know.” He squeezes your hand where it is entwined with his in your lap. “But we’ll figure something out.” He sighs, leaning back against the wall, finger stroking your arm. “But right now we should get some sleep.”
He turns off the shower, stripping off his wet clothes and leaving them behind before scooping you up. Your head is floaty as he wraps you in a warm towel. You lean against the counter as he strips the sheets from the bed and replaces them with fresh ones, then comes back to lead you back to the bed. The two of you collapse into bed together and sleep overtakes you almost instantly.
______
Your dreams are full of Jimin again. Not teasing demon Jimin, but your warm loving boyfriend, stroking your hair and holding your hand.
You are surprised to wake up and find him watching you.
“I have a solution!” He chirps excitedly.
“You do?”
“Yes! Apparently the curse is in my saliva. So here!” He thrusts the bottle of lube from your nightstand into your hands. You look at it in confusion. “I spit in it!” he proudly declares.
“Um…” You hold the bottle at arm’s length. “Thank you?”
“This way, if I’ve been gone too long, you have a way to get off without me.”
“How do you know it will work?”
He laughs sheepishly. “I, uh, called my mom.”
“Ugh, no…” You hide your head under the covers in embarrassment. “What did you tell her?”
“It was an awkward conversation.” He laughs again. “But I couldn’t let you go through that again. She swears this will work.” He glances down at his watch. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to test it out with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Think you can get it done before I get on my plane?”
“I suppose there’s one way to find out…”
Jimin disappears under the bed and returns with both your vibrator and dildo. “Better get going then,” he teases, before giving you one last kiss. “I’ll text you when I land. I love you.”
You stare at the assortment of sex toys and lube now spread out on your bed. “You’re just going to leave? I don’t have to go with you?”
“Do you want to go with me? I thought you had work.”
“Well, yeah, I mean, I do, but… I thought you were going to make me your personal sex slave.”
“Um, I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs, then a more mischievous smirk spreads over his face. “Unless you want me to.”
You laugh in relief even as a lick of heat curls in your belly. “Perhaps that’s a game best left for when you are in town.”
He winks. “Looking forward to it.”
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saeyoung choi x fem! reader
desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.
genre: smut
warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names
word count: 3.1K
Not again.
Not like this.
Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.
That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?
“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.
“Just a moment, ma’am.”
“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.
You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.
Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”
You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.
“W-Who are you?”
“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.
“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.
“He’s a dick. Or she.”
“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.
“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”
“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”
The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.
“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.
A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.
So he did.
“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”
“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”
And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.
“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”
You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.
“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”
Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.
“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”
“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.
“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”
And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.
You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.
“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.
“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”
“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.
He was leaving.
C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.
You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.
“You good?”
“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”
Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.
“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”
“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”
You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.
“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.
Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”
You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”
Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”
You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.
“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.
“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.
“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”
“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”
“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”
“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”
Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.
“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”
Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.
“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.
Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.
“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.
“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.
Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.
“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.
“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.
“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”
He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.
“Please, Seven, hurry.”
“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.
“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.
Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”
You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.
Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.
‘Akira 💕…’
“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.
“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.
Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”
Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.
“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.
“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.
“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.
“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”
You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.
“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.
“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”
“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”
“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.
He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.
“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.
“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.
“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?
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attempt #37
This was the 52nd formula that Lena had come up with, the 45th solution that she had to wait several hours to synthesize, but only the 37th time she was injecting her shoulder with the resulting concoction.
It was bright green this time, which only made it seem all the more promising.
There’s a rush and some mild nausea that Lena had come to expect with the experiments, but everything else felt the same. For now. Setting the syringe aside, Lena called out, “Hope, think of a number between one and a million.”
Then, for the 37th time, Lena tried. She cleared her own mind, practiced the meditative mantras, stared intently into Eve’s eyes, bright blue yet blank with Hope’s quiet disinterest, and... nothing. Not a single digit came to mind.
No matter how hard Lena tried, the only thoughts in her head were her own.
With an exasperated sigh, Lena rolled her sleeve back down and directed Hope to log their latest attempt as yet another failure before storming off to start her day.
//
Lena emerged from the laboratory with wrinkled clothes and dark circles sunken around her eyes, which was probably why the first thing she heard as she stepped out of the elevator was her personal assistant’s hushed commentary of, Oh sweet Jesus, she looks tired.
“Oh, I’m well aware, Hector,” Lena said, lofty and without much malice. “Nothing a little coffee can’t fix though.”
Hector stared at her blankly. “I’m sorry, Miss Luthor?”
“Never mind,” Lena said, rolling her eyes. She took the outstretched coffee in question as she walked by the assistant’s desk. “Just hold all my calls until the afternoon, please.”
This time, when Hector grumbled under his breath about wow, she must be grumpy too, Lena ignored it. There were better things for the CEO to tackle, after all; as for example, some fitful sleep on her couch, perhaps?
Hours later, Lena was relatively well-rested, so she pored over her notes again, trying to pinpoint the exact variable she must have overlooked in her carelessness. Because by all accounts, the formula should have worked—Lena had been certain of it. But then again, she’d admittedly thought that of almost every attempt thus far.
When Hector walked into her office at some point in the late afternoon with a handful of contracts to be signed, Lena felt no closer to the solution and a slight headache coming on.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Another coffee would be great,” Lena said, as she sifted through the documents.
“Oh my God, if she takes in any more caffeine, her heart’s going to literally explode...” Hector muttered to himself. “Well, maybe she won’t notice if I get her decaf instead...?”
Lena dropped the papers onto her desk with a scoff. “You know I can hear you, right?”
Hector appeared startled, which seemed rather appropriate until he slowly said, “So... was that a yes on the espresso?”
“What?”
Hector maintained his slow cadence, carefully enunciating every syllable as if he were repeating himself, “Did you want to stick with your usual order... or maybe go with an espresso... because it’s a little stronger?”
But in a normal cadence, also in Hector’s voice and somehow clear as a bell in Lena’s head came, “If this woman doesn’t get another nap in pronto, she is going to drop dead, and everyone’s going to think I poisoned her coffee, because she’s always in—”
Absolutely stunned, Lena continued to stare up at Hector in silence, eyes narrowing as the assistant’s slightly panicked voice droned on and on in her head. Until a louder remark broke through the reverie.
“Whoa, did she just fall asleep with her eyes open?”
Lena blinked quite obviously, and her mild shock was accompanied with a loud and clear, yet unspoken Oh, thank God! from Hector.
But the Hector standing before her hadn’t moved his lips once, only watching the bewilderment play out on Lena’s face with some polite concern.
“The usual’s fine,” Lena interjected before her assistant could press again. “Or the espresso, or whatever. I don’t care, as long as it’s still hot and caffeinated.”
“You got it,” Hector said.
“Definitely getting her decaf,” Hector thought as he turned to leave, but Lena hardly minded. She was too busy restructuring the rest of her day around this most exciting realization.
After some quick bit of arithmetic in her head, Lena set a timer on her watch for five hours, which was presumably the amount of time it would take for her body to break down the serum and render it useless. Then she logged on to her private interface and happily directed Hope to re-record attempt #37 as a success.
//
The ability to read minds was, quite simply, quite the advantage.
Though it wasn’t so much “mind-reading,” as mind-receiving. The serum seemed to have granted Lena access to the loud and active thought processes of everyone around her—their inner monologue, if you will, everything put into words but left unsaid.
Lena had been hoping for more, to be able to break into other people’s minds so as to hack secrets, determine why supposed close friends would ever betray her, and the like. Maybe that would come with time and practice.
But as it turned out, there was rather plenty to be gleaned from the forefront of someone’s mind, as people often thought about the things they weren’t supposed to say before choosing more palatable means of expression. Which made the rest of Lena’s workday somewhat informative, if not a little fun.
For one thing, Lena found out that a lot more of her employees enjoyed working for her than she had thought. All of them respected her, several feared her, and quite a fair few entertained invasive thoughts about her décolletage before swiftly directing their attention elsewhere.
She also found out there was one board member in particular who liked to fudge the numbers during meetings, and that his face took on a very unappealing shade of off-white when Lena could inexplicably confront him with the actual results of his findings.
But most importantly of all, what Lena found out was that... she actually enjoyed this heretofore inaccessible sense of control this ability afforded her. She had taken on the experiments for a very specific purpose, but now, it was difficult to even imagine going back to how things were, even after the fact.
//
Lena walked into the DEO, and for the first time, the outpouring of distrust attached to the Luthor name was all but imagined. The disparaging thoughts followed her, even as the people who had them smiled or averted their eyes as she passed.
Nothing she wasn’t used to though.
Alex’s voice slid into Lena’s head in a whisper—... the hell?—one whole minute before she actually greeted her, “Lena, hey... Well, can’t say that I was expecting you.”
“Yes, that’s what it sounds like,” Lena mused, and Alex gave her a slight frown.
“So, did you need something?”
“Where’s Kara? I want to talk to her.”
Alex’s carefully composed face betrayed no emotion, but her thoughts sighed heavily, “Of course...” before ebbing away into something entirely indistinct and indecipherable.
Lena blinked. She hadn’t encountered anyone whose thoughts weren’t immediately accessible to her before. But here Alex was, giving directions to Kara’s current whereabouts, all the while muttering some underlying commentary in tones so hushed that Lena couldn’t quite make out any of it.
“... Is there something on my face?” Alex swiped her sleeve across her forehead. “What are you looking at?”
“What? No, nothing,” Lena said brusquely. “Thank you for telling me where Kara is. Bye.” She turned on her heel, headed for the hallway that would eventually lead to the training room.
“Well, that was weird...” Alex’s voice drifted after her, a literal afterthought. “But I mean, I guess she has a nice ass, so—”
Lena shot a dirty look over her shoulder, but Alex was already back on her computer, mind rattling off coordinates and running through tactical drills like a well-oiled machine.
//
Kara was wearing short shorts and a sports bra, panting, and absolutely drenched in sweat when Lena stepped foot into the training room. She looked over at Lena, her skin glistening against the dimmed green of the kryptonite-lined walls, and smiled wide.
“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” Kara asked, giving the punching bag one last jab before tugging her gloves off. "Did something happen or...? I mean, not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” She flashed Lena another bright grin before pressing a towel to her face and neck and chest.
It was enough to stop Lena in her tracks, and almost enough to put a damper on her plans. Almost.
“I need to talk to you,” Lena said evenly, eyes glued firmly to Kara’s forehead.
“Yeah, sure! Jeez... I’d give you a hug, but I’m like sweating in places I didn’t even know existed. Alex says that this is the only way to learn proper form and all, but wow. I can’t believe there are humans who actually do this for fun—”
“Kara,” Lena cut in, lips pursing in exasperation. “I’m serious. We need to talk right now.”
Kara blinked, then slowly nodded. “Okay, yeah, let’s talk... You wanna sit down?”
“I prefer to be standing.”
“Okay.” Kara remained standing as well, towel now crumpled in her hands. “So, what’s going on?”
Lena took a deep breath, quickly running through the meditative techniques meant to keep her mind clear and open, then asked, “Why did it take you so long to tell me that you’re Supergirl?”
Kara’s shoulders slumped. “Lena, I...”
“No, why did it take three years? Why didn’t you trust me?” Lena continued, her pace steady and firm just like she had practiced. “I trusted you. I trusted you with every part of me, which is extremely difficult for me to do, and you just... didn’t care, I guess.”
“Of course, I care. Lena... I never meant to hurt you,” Kara said insistently. Her voice was loud, emphatic, and at the moment, the only thing Lena could hear.
“Don’t!” Lena snapped when Kara started to approach her. “Don’t come any closer. And stop talking! Just listen.”
Kara exhaled sharply through her nose and raised her hands in tentative surrender in absolute, utter silence. Lena even paused for a beat or two, just to see if any of Kara’s thoughts would breach the surface, but none did.
“Why couldn’t you just trust me, Kara?” Lena asked, and regrettably her voice trembled on the last syllable. “Why did I have to hear it from Lex?”
Kara’s eyes widened. “Lex? Lex told you before I did?”
“Shut up. Do not talk,” Lena hissed out, waiting for Kara to snap her jaw shut before continuing with a bitter laugh, “Do you, do you even trust me now...?” Kara stared, gaze hardening. “And how do you expect me to trust anything you have to say for yourself now?”
Lena’s questions—all of the above and beyond—were met with silence, strained only by the sound of Kara’s heavy breath and Lena’s own thoughts.
Scoffing, Lena threw up her hands. “Do you even care that you hurt me?”
“... Can I talk now?” Kara demanded, seething like she had any right to it. But when Lena shook her head furiously, she held her tongue and apparently everything else as well, because Lena couldn’t hear a single damn thing.
When the alarm on her watch went off, Lena left, slamming the door on her way out. She contacted Hope through their private channel and had her re-log attempt #37 as just another failure.
Back to the fucking drawing board.
(next part here)
#who's ready for attempt 38 n' 39?#and did i honestly start another ficlet series when i already have so many ongoing?#WACK!#also wtf; why is this 2k words...?#my words.
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Depths of the heart
Gorou:*kicks door open* Sara! Is Kokomi here!?
Sara:*sips tea* Nope.
Itto:Hey little man, lose your boss?
Gorou:I didn’t lose her, she took off.
Itto:That is kinda the same thing.
Sara:Check the Sacred Sakura.
Gorou:I did and after a grueling twenty minutes, Miko said she wasn’t there.
Sara:You call her Miko?
Gorou:
Gorou:Not important. Ugh, I’ve looked at all the usual spots. Where could she be!? There wasn’t even a note.
Itto:When I want to evade the law, I always go to the last place they’d suspect.
Sara:Oh really?
Itto:….No.
Gorou:What would possibly be the last place to suspect. Maybe I should check Inazuma City one more time. Wait, why is Itto here?
Sara:…
Sara:Unimportant.
xxxx
Aether:Operation hide in plain sight is a success.
Kokomi:Hehe, I think you’re correct. Still, I feel a little bad not saying anything.
Aether:It’s fine. After all, it’s not like you wouldn’t know if something bad actually happened.
They both look up at the whirlpool that led them down to Enkanomiya. The fact nobody has bothered to check yet was pretty remarkable. Kokomi rested her body against Aether’s by the shore of the lake under the portal, their feet floating in the water. The way her hand fit into his made Kokomi smile gently.
Aether:Not exactly deep see diving but this is as close as we can get for now.
Kokomi:It’s perfect. It’s not often that it’s just the two of us. My birthday already feels special.
Aether:*red* Well I’m glad you’re happy.
Kokomi:Hmmm I didn’t think you could get embarrassed.
Aether:I’m shocked you aren’t.
Kokomi:Too happy. I’ll be embarrassed later. Have you been doing okay?
Aether:I got possessed the other day but yeah, everything has been okay.
Kokomi:Yokai?
Aether:Yeah.
Kokomi:Yae Miko?
Aether:Yeah…it was fun though so I’m not complaining. Have you been getting proper rest?
Kokomi:Define proper?
Aether:It’s funny how the only healer I know that believes in rest is Sayu. Though I guess she believes in it too much.
Kokomi:I had a feeling you’d be stopping by so I figured I had to do as much work as I could so I could make proper time for you.
Aether:Are you saying you wouldn’t have let me whisk you away even if you had work?
Kokomi:*red*….
Aether:Guess you’re embarrassed now.
Kokomi:It’s not nice to make fun of your leader. You are still listed apart of my army.
Aether:Then I guess this meet up violates proper protocol?
Kokomi:In at least ten ways, yes. But I can overlook it. Consider it a thank you for all your hard work.
Aether:Is there anything else you want for your birthday. I’ll follow chain of commands orders.
Kokomi:……*blushing* You know, there’s consequences for kissing the Divine Priestess; rules and stipulations. If anyone saw us-
Aether:Do they apply in Enkanomiya, with not a soul around?
The looked at each other quietly, their faces red and the the sound of calm water steadying their beating hearts. Kokomi wasn’t’ sure if she was brazen enough to say anything. Instead, she closed her eyes. A gentle, small warmth washed over her lips. As she leaned into it, a hum came from Aether that made her smile. Their lips parted and Kokomi opened her eyes. She couldn’t look at his face anymore and chose to stare at their hands.
Aether:Happy Birthday Kokomi.
Kokomi:You’re saying that now? How evil when I can barely face you. *smiles* Thank you. I…hehe, I should probably get back to work soon before someone-
A huge splash came from Gorou diving into the water from then entrance. Kokomi jumped up to her feet immediately and tried waving Aether away. He began running off but quickly ran back to her. She was confused for his reason until the traveler unexpectedly kissed her again quickly before speeding off. Kokomi could hardly think as Gorou popped out of the water.
Gorou:Your Excellency!
Kokomi:Ge..General Gorou! What brings you here?
Gorou:You! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Took off all of sudden. Are you okay.
Kokomi:Yes! I simply wanted to rest my head for awhile. This place is so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.
Gorou:The shrine maidens won’t be too happy that you chose such a dangerous place.
Kokomi:I only stayed here. Sorry to worry you. Let’s be on our way.
Gorou:….*smiles* I can smell him you ya know?
Kokomi:….Smell who?
Gorou:Your Excel- Kokomi, you do know I will keep every one of your secrets? You can even order me to.
Kokomi:I truly have the greatest General in the world, don’t I? Thank you Gorou.
Gorou:Anytime, and Happy Birthday.
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