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way-of-eywa · 3 months

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Trip to the Past

Pairing: Kiri Sully x fem!Human Reader

Wordcount: 2.896

Genre: slight angst(?), fluff

A/N: Finally finished this one. Took a bit longer than expected but later than never, right?^^ Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Feel free to let me know what you think or if I'm missing something.

This is for Day 2 of #Crybabies14DOL2024.

Trying to focus is hard when a quirky little Tuk jumps up and down next to you. "Come on, come on, come on." Almost yelling into your ear out of excitement. With a sigh, you put away the piece of jewelry you had been working on for quite some time now. It was almost finished, yet something was missing. "Hurry up!"

You looked to your left, where Kiri sat, who was also working on some jewelry piece. She looked right back at you, a soft smile on her lips, before putting her piece into a small basket nearby, which contained some beads and other stuff needed for ornaments. "Okay, Tuk, you got us," you chuckled and got up first. Tuk wasted no second and grabbed your tiny hand. Even though she was way younger than you, almost a baby, she was about a head taller than you. Already used to humans being way smaller than Na'vis, and knowing this was also the case with Tuk for some time now, it still took you by surprise. As fast as your human legs could manage, you tried to keep up with the little girl who pulled you quickly out of the Sullys' hut.

"How's my fave lil sis doing?" With a big grin, Spider threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rolled your eyes. "I am the firstborn AND your only sister." You laughed and tried aiming your elbow into his side but sadly managed to hit only a piece of air. Too bad he got good reflexes. Well trained. With a fake shocked look on his face, he let you go. Sending a glance over your shoulder, you saw Kiri coming closer. A smile spread across your lips. She looked beautiful. Her layered, almost shoulder-length hair looked a little wild. The few braided longer pieces of hair moved slightly with her light-footed walk. "Where are we heading?" she asked. Out from the bushes, Lo'ak showed up. "This way," he said, returning to where he came from. "Lo'ak and I have found something a few days ago. Thought it would be a good day to check it out", Spider replied and smiled at Kiri. Tuk was the first to follow, bouncing up and down. Then the rest of you followed.

"Is it such a good idea to just follow them?" Kiri joked and laughed as you joined her.

Tuk kept holding your hand on the way, which only lasted so long till she found some beautiful flowers and got excited and wanted to take a closer look. Since she was the youngest and not allowed to leave the village as often as the others, this only increased her excitement.

In the meantime, the two boys led the group, whispering occasionally, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. You must admit that you focused more on Kiri and small Tuk. The younger one needed someone to watch her; four eyes were better than two. And Kiri. Well, she was Kiri. A very, very good friend of yours. You liked her a lot. At times, you thought there was a bit more than just friendship between the two of you. The way a touch lingered for a second longer than necessary. Or the glances you exchanged deepened before the two of you shyly looked away, both of your cheeks turning pink. The constant smile on your faces when spending time together. The way her ears would always be directed towards you.

What felt like a very long walk ended when the boys in the front stopped. It seemed like you arrived at your destination. With a big grin, Lo'ak turned around, two braid strains falling out his ponytail, spreading his arms wide to show off that special place they had found. "The Old Shack"

"The old shack?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "The old shack," repeated Spider in certainty. You opened your mouth to say something in return, but your brain was empty. This was not one of the many things you could have imagined, so you simply repeated the words that had just left your mouth.

"Damn sisi, you slow today." Spider shook his head in played disappointment before sending you a crooked smile. "Isn't it cool? It's where our parents fought." Now, it was your turn to shake your head in return. "That's not cool" - "We're not supposed to be here," Reminded Kiri. Her brother waved it off. "It's part of our history. Isn't it intriguing?" Kiris ears flattened slightly against her head and her tail swished around with a bit more force, showing that she was mildly upset.

You let out an exhausted sigh, looking around. You met Kiris' gaze. It was clear that you had the same thought. This was a stupid idea. On the other hand, Tuk seemed excited, which was probably caused by her being so young and not completely understanding what this meant, being here and how dangerous this could be. Yet there was this tiny spark inside you, filled with curiosity. As different as Spider and you were, one thing you certainly had in common was the dislike you shared for your father and his actions.

"Just look at that," Lo'ak whispered, tail pointing upwards and his finger towards a metal piece peaking out front he high risen gras. "Could be your dads suit." With that, he jumped over this big tree stem, which blocked the path to the old battlefield. Your stomach tightened, and your jaw clenched. You didn't like it here. You didn't feel good being here. Knowing what happened. Your mind trying to imagine what that moment had been like for Jake and … the other guy to whom you happened to be related.

For a while, you walked around the place, arms crossed in front of your chest, as if this would help you, keeping you some kind of distance emotionally and mentally, and tried taking in as much as you could. This could be a "one time chance only" moment after all. Seeing what time had done to this place; it looked like a moment paused in space and time. The atmosphere still lingered in the air. The way Lo'ak had pointed at the suit lying on the ground, showing the last movement it ever did and was stopped by the ground.

One window of the linking station cracked but was still in place, the other one not so much. You could still see some glass pieces being stuck in a place where once a whole glass front was. The sun was breaking through the roof of leaves above you and bathed the spot in a warm light. The shards on the ground near the linking station reflect the sunlight. You let out a scoff when you thought of how beautiful the scenery looked despite the fact this was a battleground.

It was mesmerizing how nature took care of this place. Ivy and other plants that grew on and around the things that did not belong here, in this world. As if it was a natural way of embracing what happened and trying to heal from that. Eywas way. Though you couldn't understand how or why. Just thinking about all the pain humans had brought here, you were finding it hard to breathe, as if a heavy stone was placed on your chest. Nervously, you grabbed your mask with a shaky hand, taking note that it, indeed, was still sitting accurately on your face. After that, you checked on your oxygen tank. It seemed fine. Still enough oxygen in there. Weird.

After standing around indecisively and looking at your surroundings, your eyes stopped at your fathers' suit. Stepping carefully closer. It was in surprisingly good shape after all, with some scratches here and there. Broken glass of the canopy, staring at two feather ends that belong to two arrows. They were green and yellow striped. You recognized it. They belonged to Neytiri, the sully kids' mom. Your eyes followed down to where the tip ended, stuck into a skeleton torso. You yelped.

Hearing you, the others were quick to appear next to you. The youngest Sully boy was the first to speak. "Ah, don't worry. He's dead, he doesn't feel anything." He explained in a joking tone, patting your head a little unhandily before turning away to leave again. "Thanks for letting me know the obvious." You muttered before your eyes moved to Spider, standing next to Lo'ak, staring down at the remaining pieces of your father's human body. For a minute, he clenches his jaw and fists before turning away, following Lo'ak without saying a word. Shouldn't he be the one to say something to you? Or you to him? But you couldn't think of anything. The urge not being able to breathe gets stronger, causing you to take a few steps back. You forced yourself to look somewhere different. Taking in the beauty of nature, the way it was colored, and how beautifully wild and free.

Couldn't he see how mesmerizing Pandora is? How deeply Na'vi connect to each other, nature and fauna? Did he really not care? Not about the damage the humans done or that he had kids? Was he such a broken man to not be able to feel anything at all? Was he that stone-cold-hearted?

This whole thing made you feel sick to your stomach. Literally. You could feel spit collecting more and more in your mouth, trying to swallow, which didn't help at all. Then, all of a sudden, your stomach cramped. Hastily, you hurried behind a bush. Taking a deep breath in before removing the mask, you could hear a worried Kiri calling for you.

Stumbling back out of the bushes, you stand before a concerned-looking Kiri. Ears pointing backward. She squatted down, and her tail wagged around nervously. "This must be hard for you…" She noted with a soft voice. You scuffed in reply and put on a sleeky grin. "Not really." The Na'vis' yellow eyes bore a hole into your soul. At least, that's what it felt like. She didn't say anything. The warm and soft look in her eyes, with a hint of sadness, was all that was needed for your wall to crumble. The one you had built up over the years and shut the fact about your father behind. Not letting it get near you. It worked real fine… till today. "Come!"

With that, she took your hand in her bigger one and headed away from the battlefield, leaving the others behind. A few feet away, Kiri stopped walking and sat on the ground, leaning against a trunk, patting the spot next to her, meaning for you to join her, which you happily did. In the distance, you could hear the sound of Tuk's laugh.

"Isn't it beautiful here?" The Na'vi whispered after the both of you sat there in silence momentarily. Lost in thoughts, you nodded, gazing towards the ground. It wasn't until Kiri nudged you carefully with her knee that you looked up at her. She had this knowing look on her face. "You are not fine," she stated. It wasn't even a question. "Please, tell me what's going on?" She turned more towards you and put a strain of hair that slipped out of your ponytail behind your ear. You sighed and tried to put on a smile. Her always sensing when something was bothering you made it harder to pull yourself together. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was a lump in your throat. "It's about your father." Again, it wasn't a question. She really knew you. It could also be obvious in the eye of the situation.

"I cannot not think about him… you know… seeing his body… or more what's left of it." The ground seemed to be really interesting today. Trying to make sense of what's running in your mind. "The arrows stuck in his torso… the ones from your mom… I know I might sound crazy… but seeing them there… I swear I could feel the moment they were shot. All the anger and pain that must run through her veins. And I get it. He deserves this." The lump in your throat is growing. You tried to clear it but weren't very successful. "Well, at least as far as possible for me, a human being." You scoffed, thinking about Neytiri ever since what humans did to her planet. She hated them. And even you and Spider were disliked by her, even though you hadn't anything to do with the war. You couldn't blame her. "And being related to that man. I mean… everything that makes you you… it's part of your parents' genes and what makes them.. them." Your eyes started to burn. Partly of hate, pain, sadness, and disappointment, you felt right at this second.

Kiri gave you time to gather your thoughts. It was something you really appreciated a lot. You clenched your jaw and eyes shut. Ripping angrily some blades of grass, using more force than needed. "How is it even possible to be such an evil person!? Was there anything else he cared about except destroying a beautiful planet and its lives?" You were almost yelling now, throwing the ripped pieces of grass carelessly to the side and looking directly into Kiri's eyes. Her gaze laid softly on you, and her face had a frown. Forehead in wrinkles.

"I don't know." She truthfully answered. Nodding your head in slight agreement, a tear rolled down your cheek. A laugh left your lips, hoping it would release some of the pain and heaviness you felt in your body. "But I do know, and that is a fact; you might share your genes with him, but you guys have nothing else in common. Not you or Spider." Reassuring, she smiled at you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. You couldn't help but let out a giggle and return her smile. "You are such a nice and beautiful and smart and kind person. Far far away from whatever he was."

Kiri let her thumb run over the back of your hand before bringing it to her lips and kissing it on top. Her bright yellow eyes look into yours, not breaking the eye contact. The smile on your lips grew even wider. She was hypnotizing. You couldn't look away. To be honest, you didn't even wish to do so. "I like you, (Y/N), just the way you are. Remember, you define who you are, not your genes or who your family is." "True." A whisper left your lips. It was only then you noticed how you were holding your breath. "Thanks, Kiri."

With that, you got up, waddled over to her, and threw your arms tightly around her neck while whispering, "Thank you so much." Kiri wasted no second and returned the hug by putting her arms around your middle. For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Closed eyes, taking in the warm embrace to lighten up. "You're not crazy. I can feel it, too." She admitted when the two of you let go of each other. Feeling warmth wrapping around your heart, not feeling alone anymore. "And even if… I wouldn't mind being crazy as long as it's with you." You chuckled. Her tail slightly wrapped around your legs, leaving soft strokes on the back of your thighs, sending goose bumps up your spine.

For a bit longer, you guys sat there, changing the topic to something more uplifting, the plans you had for the next few days when some noise of broken twigs was heard behind the two of you. The long-lost kids showed up. "You won't believe what we found." An excited Tuk squeaked. The two of you getting up, you brushed off some dirt that stuck to your bum from sitting on the ground. "Oh yeah? Tell me." Kiri replied in almost the same excitement.

Both girls walked up front with Lo'ak following, heading back towards the village. You looked back to the battlefield once more and sighed. With that you could feel a bit of the weight on your chest being lifted. "You okay?" Spider asked worried. "Yeah, for now, I am. What about you?" With furrowed brows, you observed your twin. For a second, he also glanced back to your father's remains. "Sure." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, but quickly, he shook it off, had his usual stupid smile on his lips, threw an arm around your shoulders, and dragged you away from that place you just visited, heading home.

It was then you had an idea. "Hold up." With that, you freed yourself and headed back to the suit. Now you knew what was massing on your jewelry. Take the small knife out of its sheath you always carried with you and cut off some of the feathers of Neytiris's arrows. Putting back the knife, you pulled out a piece of yarn and wrapped it around the piece to hold it together. Na'vis worked meaningful material into their jewelry. That's something you absolutely adored. And what did this mean to you? Deciding to go against humans and their destructive behavior. Choosing to protect Pandora and never end up like your father. With that, you hurried back to the others and headed home.

#𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #atwow #james cameron avatar #kiri x reader #human reader #kiri sully #avatar #avatar twow #oneshot #x reader #avatar 2009

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thegrandlinesimp · 2 years

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Hi Line-san!!! What an interesting even I don't think I've ever seen something like this before. I'm so excited! Here's my form:

Gender: female

Pace: tender

Character (provide 2): Killer or Heat

Good luck with your wrist surgery and rest well okay? Love you, bye-bye!!

I somehow wrote 4 pages with one hand...

GOD!!!

Also I wanted to try with Heat but I had to go with your no.1 man Killer, plus the position just fit for him.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: creampie, semi-public sex (in that it’s not in a bedroom but the door is locked but let’s be honest 95% of this crew could easily kick said door down)

Line’s 200 Followers Event: Carnal or Tender

Killer: Cowgirl on Table

Moments like this with your surprisingly sweet hunk of a lover were few and far between, when he held you with gentle hands and whispered soft words to you. You took them whenever you could: nightwatch, shoreleave, the showers…

Cleaning up after dinner…

It had started with a bit of cute flirting, light, playful banter that quickly made Heat - who had been helping the two of you - blush from ear to ear and excuse himself from the kitchen, leaving you alone with Killer. At first you felt a little bad, having forgotten the man was even there, but Killer shrugged it off as easily as he did everything else. It didn’t take him long to lock the door to the kitchen, removing his mask as he walked over to you. He pulled you into a soft kiss, your fingers reached up out of habit to curl through his long, blonde mane as his hands rested on your hips, swaying the two of you slightly.

You pulled away, heart fluttering in your chest and giggled, “Here?”

“Why not?” he answered with a question, a tiny, coy smile gracing his painted lips.

Well, to be honest, you couldn’t think of a reason not to.

You laughed as he picked you up by the back of your thighs so your legs were around his waist, arms draped over his shoulders, fingers clutching the back of his blue shirt. He leaned back against the kitchen table, shoving chairs out the way with his strong legs, before carefully laying back on the surface poor Heat had just scrubbed down only a few minutes ago. You giggled again and he beamed up at you with a soft smile, thick, calloused fingers gently brushed back your hair so it hooked behind your ear.

Straddling his lap, you leaned down to kiss his purple lips, his own capturing your lower lip between them and giving it a light suck. You hummed, rocking your clothed sex against his still covered, yet rapidly hardening erection. Strong hands travelled down your sides, following every little dip and curve of your body with practiced ease. Those same hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, taking a firm hold of your ass and forcing you to grind down a little harder on him. Your breath hitched at the feeling, core suddenly aching to be filled with his thick cock.

You quickly crawled back off his lap, his soft blue eyes questioning for a moment before you began shimming out of your pants and underwear. Killer was quick to follow, untying his blue sash and pulling his pants down so that they still hugged his thighs.

Your stomach flipped at the sight of his cock, hard and wanting yet bowed under its own hefty weight with a bead of precome gathered at the tip. Your breath shook as you went to straddle him, the light movement of your hands on the edge of the table caused the carefully balanced drop to spill down the side of his long length.

“Fuck babe,” you moaned, situating your aching core over him, “need you in me.”

Killer huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching as he reached to run his fingers over your dripping sex, “One minute.”

You groaned both in frustration and pleasure as he gently sank two fingers into you, his other hand gripping your hip, denying you the chance to ride his fingers.

“Killer,” you whined, not caring if you begged.

“One minute,” he said again, a little firmer this time, “it’s been at least two weeks since the last time we got this far and I’m not going to have you hurt yourself.”

“F-fine,” you panted, fruitlessly trying to rock your hips as he gently opened you up for his thick cock, “but if Kid kicks that door in don’t come crying to me with your blue balls.”

He gave a rare, genuine chuckle at that, “We’ve got two knives in arms reach, y/n,” he nods to to your left and you see two freshly cleaned carving knives sitting on the table amongst the dried dishes, close enough to grab but far enough not to worry you, “anyone walks in here just aim to the right and I’ll aim left.”

You giggled, the joyful sound pettering off into a soft moan as he massaged your g-spot. Killer let go of your hip, hand sliding up beneath your shirt to palm at your chest as he pressed a third finger into you. It stretched you a little, a soft sigh fell from your lips at the sensation, gasping a little as he pinched your nipple. His fingers pressed deep and you moaned, rolling your hips in a circle as you bought your hand up to entwine your fingers with his under your shirt.

“Need you,” you panted, trying your best to hold back a whimper, “now.”

Killer spread his three fingers ever so slightly inside you and and your eyes rolled as your thighs twitched.

“Alright,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out, leaving you empty and wanting.

You gave a shaky sigh of relief, reaching between your legs to hold his cock steady as you lowered yourself. The tip pressed against your wet core and his hands flew up to grasp your hips as he gasped. You chuckled, sinking down slowly, both for your own sake and to tease him for making you wait. As the head pushed inside you groaned, the stretch familiar and welcomed, like seeing Killer after a long, tiring day of working about the ship. Finally you seated yourself on his lap, the hem of his jeans pressed against your ass and his hands still holding your hips.

“Don’t mind if I make it last?” You asked him.

“Don’t have anywhere else to be,” he replied with a slight twitch at the corner of his purple lips as his hands caressed your thighs.

You began to rock your hips, grinding down on him as flutters of pleasure coiled in your abdomen. Killer sighed beneath you, hands gently tugging at your hips to help you along. Your stomach seemed to jump as you gasped his name, his thumb having snuck down to where the two of you were joined and was now pressed to your clit, rolling it in slow circles. Your breath stuttered as you gripped at his blue shirt by the shoulders, hips bucking lightly as the coil inside you continued to tighten.

Your body started to tremble as you added a lift of your hips to your movements, “O-oh, oh god.”

Killer murmured your name, his own body now moving to chase that mutual high you both craved, hips bucking a little to meet you each time you dropped.

You whimpered, core fluttering around his length as his panting grew more ragged. Soft curses fell from your lips as the pleasure mounted, the faint slap of skin on skin now joining the chorus of your near frantic love making.

“Killer,” you panted, now bent over him, foreheads touching as his hips snapped up with each deep thrust into you, “please, oh god please, please, please, pl-” you gasped, hips bucking as the coil finally snapped, back arching as you began to cry out.

Killer pulled you in, lips pressed to yours, swallowing your cries as his breath hitched. The grip on your body tightened and he groaned as he sucked on your tongue, spilling into your core as he rutted up into you.

The two of you collapsed, breath shaky, letting out soft groans as you both rode out the ends of your orgasms. You smiled at him, giggling as you traced the prominent outline of his pecs and he gave a light chuckle in reply, fingers running through your hair.

The serene atmosphere was suddenly shattered by a loud banging on the kitchen door.

“Oi, love birds! You better not be fucking on the damn table! We gotta eat there, dirty bastards!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your sniggers before answering, “No, just on the wall, Captain!”

There was a couple of seconds of silence before you heard Kid mutter under his breath, “Better fucking be,” followed by the sound of receding footsteps.

You both waited for a solid half a minute before glancing at one another, which prompted the two of you to burst into a fit of laughter. Killer had both hands over his mouth, muffling his maddened cackling, yet your heart still sang at the joy filled sound.

“We best clean up,” he said, still giggling away.

“We should make it look like we did fuck against the wall, though,” you said, cocking an eyebrow and smirking at him.

Killer’s shoulders shook in silent laughter, “Hmm, yes, I suppose we should now.”

#killer x reader #killer x you #killer x y/n #one piece #massacre soldier killer #one piece scenario #spicy #my writing #200 milestone event

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kat-holden · 8 months

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Conversations with Death Part 2

When I reached her it was as if I had walked through a veil. All remaining sounds from my surroundings suddenly stopped and I was enveloped in total and absolute silence. As I drew closer to the child I began to recognize her hair and facial features. She did look like a relative. “Did mother send you to bring be back to the party?” I asked rather cross. “No.” I knitted my eyebrows my face forming a puzzled expression. “Then, what work do you have with me?” The little girl smiled warmly, but that smile did not reach her eyes. “Your carriage is here.” She said and her hand pointed behind me. “What carriage…” I asked fully knowing that there was nothing of the sort on my way over. By instinct I still turned around and there it was. A huge, shining black carriage waiting for me. “That…that wasn’t there before. How…?” The girl laughed. “Come on, go inside.”

My gaze went past the black monstrosity that stood in the dull-colored grass. I saw myself still sitting under the tree, head resting on the trunk of the old oak slightly turned to the side, eyes closed fingers holding on to the old book. The pages turned back and forth by the light wind that had picked up on the other side of the invisible barrier. “Is that…me? Am I asleep?” I asked quietly. The girl as silent as a cat appeared by my side. “In a way you are sleeping, yes.” I looked down at her and a disturbing realization started to form in my mind. “You look like me, but when I was younger.” The child chuckled and looked up, big eyes devoid of life stared at me. “Took you some time to recognize me.”

She produced a large pocket watch, opened it with a click and looked at it. “We are way behind schedule dear. Hop in and let us be on our way. There’s nothing left to see here.” The pocket watch seemed so big and bizarrely out of place in her tiny delicate hands. Quite dexterously for her size my younger self climbed onto the driver seat of the enormous black carriage, took the reins in her hands and turned to me. “If you do not get on, they will become quite unhappy. Not fond of waiting those two, so they will pull us quite fast and it will be a bumpy ride.” I blinked slowly not fully understanding the words she was saying. “Who? The horses?” confused I made a step forward to make sure I was not losing my mind for I did not hear nor see horses when I looked at the carriage.

Instead, what was on the brunt of the vehicle were two human-like figures. Calling them human would be an enormous exaggeration. Naked and hairless these creatures had a bit in their mouths. The cheek piece, browband, throatlatch and headstall were all fitted around their heads just like a horse would. Their pale skin was painfully pulled over prominent bones, so translucent that could clearly see blue-green veins even from far away. An array of metal rods in different sizes and length protruded from all parts of their bodies. Even from their backs which were clearly split opened from the constant whipping of their merciless master and driver of the carriage.

I felt bile rise in my throat as my knees threatened to buckle under the horror that mounted over me. A swing of the shiny, black door and I almost threw myself inside the plush interior and shut it tightly. I heard a faint command and a crack of a whip. Then the carriage lurched forward riding on the familiar cobbled path. My face almost glued to the window pane of the carriage I saw as we whisked by the river and we were closing in on my family’s estate. Half-expecting to stop and get off at the iron gate I quickly realized that we passed the manor and headed down the long winding path east-bound. The veil that separated us from the rest of the world seemed to stretch as we rode. No light or sound came from the other side. As the rolling hills of the country side that my family spent their summers, before we went back to the city, loomed in the distance I knew where we were headed – towards the city. Soon enough we would see the townhouses and brick and stone buildings in the distance. Smoke billowing from thousands upon thousands of chimneys. Or this is what I assumed I would see.

The road as if stretched endlessly giving me the feeling that the hills and trees and grass simply repeated and instead of me moving, the scenery simply rotated around me. Minutes or maybe hours passed without us stopping. Onwards and onwards the carriage went. Small, white specks began to swirl around and landed on the windows. “Snowflakes?” I whispered to myself “In summer?”.

“Yes” a voice came from the seat next to me and I jumped. My heart jumping with me. “It was winter and I am sure it snowed very heavily. Remember?” my little replica leaned in her hands touched my arm. I shivered at this or maybe it was the growing cold that could be felt even inside. The snow outside began to amass, even creating small drifts on the cobbled path. “Brace yourself.” The girl whispered in my ear and carriage stopped dead in its tracks, flinging me on the opposite seat. “Let’s have a walk, shall we?” the child took me by the hand and forcefully pulled me out and into the freezing sleet and snow. My white underdress provided no protection against the cold. Wrapping my hands around me I dragged my bare feet after my younger self. She trudged through the snow that was almost knee high now. She led me to an open field on the side of the road and pointed her delicate hand somewhere in the distance.

I was shivering, hair wet and matted by the whirlwind of snowflakes that fell constantly now. “What? What are you pointing at?” She smiled and just kept on pointing, unmoving. I squinted towards the empty field. Nothing. I was ready to just turn back to the girl and demand an explanation as to what I was supposed to look at until I saw the slightest of glimmers above the snow covered ground. It was like a mid-summer haze that spreads across the roads when the sun had shone too bright. Silhouettes of people and the outlines of a room formed from in the middle of the field. Colors were of course drained from the mirage but I recognized that scene. How could I ever forget it? It was the beginning of my end.

Men in black and blue suits and women in pale, pastel colored gowns whirled around the imaginary room. Frocks with frills and gossamer swung among the starched suits and stiff collars. I could not hear the music but I was thankful for it. There amidst the dancing couples I could see myself laughing, face bright stomping along to the rhythm. “How old was I?” I whispered “Sixteen?”. The little girl appeared next to me and held my freezing hand watching the scene unfold. “You were seventeen.”

“Seventeen…” my voice trailed. “Seventeen is not that grown up, is it?” This question did not need an answer, but the child at my side said “I can’t tell. I never grow old. You do look young, so probably you were.” As the pale scene among the snowy fields played out I felt a familiar throb in my stomach. I knew what was coming next but I couldn’t look away. As the dancing winded down and the couples went back to talking and drinking I saw myself sneaking away towards the garden. Hands gripping and lifting my long dress as not to trip I quickly descended the stairs skipping two at a time.

A cautions look, trembling hands and a very warm and long kiss under the stars and snowflakes of my family’s winter estate. What a damn fool I was. The scene faded into the winter backdrop of the countryside. I needed not see more. I knew how that particular night ended. Knowing I have done something so outrageous but at the same time giddy and red up to my ears with excitement of my very first, secret kiss. “Let’s go inside otherwise you will freeze to death.” Said the little girl a small chuckle escaping her throat. And on we went on the never ending road through my life.

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nehswritesstuffs · 2 years

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Inherited Will, Destiny of the Age, Graveyard of Ambition and Dreams - Part 2

This chapter is where I start to get into utilizing in-universe foreign languages, so hopefully the translation site I’m using isn’t terribly off.

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Four Drifters; with the Straw Hat Pirates now formed, Rika and the Veggie Trio leave the cay, only to find themselves in a fishy situation. [bad future!One Piece AU]

The following morning, the newly-formed Straw Hat Pirates officially began their journey towards Logue Town. They gathered up all the fruit that they could, cooked fish for some snacks throughout the day, and shoved off in the direction of the supposed archipelago Rika had been trying to find. Outfitting the Veggie Trio’s dinghy with the sail from Rika’s was easier than expected, and they were able to catch a decent headwind in exactly the direction they needed.

Traveling to the little island chain still took a few days, making it so that the tiny boat was nearly out of supplies when they caught sight of land late one afternoon, right as a storm began to roll in. It was the most wonderful thing the four had seen, as it was large, seemed inhabited, appeared solid, and definitely looked like there would be food there.

“Ah-ha! There she is! That should be the largest of the Conomi Islands, Cocoyasi!” Rika whooped and hollered, excited for the fact they were going to be on dry land again soon. “Do you think they’ve got a spare ship that’s a bit bigger than this? Maybe we can earn some money and buy one?”

“Anything that’ll make it so we can go to the bathroom in private,” Tamanegi shuddered. He watched as Ninjin grabbed the rope and used it to tie a lasso around one of the rocks at the bottom of a tall bluff. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to find the harbor?”

“There’s no fun in that,” Rika shrugged. She hopped onto one of the rocks once they got close and helped Ninjin pull the boat up fully onto the small shoreline to secure it. “Besides, it looks like this place is good for it—the rocks aren’t as steep here.”

“Are… uh… you sure?” Piiman asked.

“What, you can’t tell?” she replied, tilting her head in confusion. “It’s really clear—the cliff face is pretty sheer for most of the coast, but it’s got a slight slope here. It’s perfect, and this way we won’t attract a lot of attention from anyone. We are pirates, after all, and that doesn’t always go over well.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tamanegi grumbled. He watched as Piiman got out and, though reluctantly, followed along. They followed after Rika as she went to climb the near-sheer cliffside, glad she was in knee-length boardshorts, a tank top, and boots instead of a skirt and heeled shoes. Things were really awkward enough as they were…

“What’s it look like up there?” Ninjin asked as they crept closer to the ridge.

“Can’t really tell.”

Rika popped her head above the ground level and saw what appeared to be a quiet forest. “Normal…?” Pulling herself the rest of the way up, she stood and looked around. “Yeah… pretty normal…”

Just as she was about to scout the area up ahead, a pale man dressed from head to toe in camouflage popped out of the nearby bushes, pointing a rifle directly at Rika’s face.

“Who are you?!” the man snapped. Rika did not budge an inch, grinning widely instead.

“I’m Rika, and I’m gonna be the future King of the Pirates,” she said. The man furrowed his brow and adjusted his grip on the barrel.

“No lies!”

“Fucking hell, you complete kalyv—that’s an unarmed woman you’re pointing that at.” Another man, with a clearly tanner complexion underneath his camouflage and an accent she’d never heard before, appeared from the bushes and eased the barrel of the gun away from Rika’s face. He picked up her hand and kissed the back while keeping eye contact. “She might not be Resistance, but our deldâremun is not here to harm us.”

“...and how would you know that?”

“She simply is.” He glanced over her shoulder to see her travelling companions pulling themselves up and his face fell flat. “You brought company.”

“What language was that?” Tamanegi asked. “I’m unfamiliar with it and it sounds interesting.”

“Nothing that would truly interest you—I speak a language of romance and love,” the second man scoffed. The first rolled his eyes and pulled his rifle over his shoulder, freeing up his hands so he could help the Veggie Trio up the rocks. Thunder rumbled in the distance—the storm was approaching, and fast.

“We’ve got to go if we’re gonna have a chance of making it before the rain,” he said. Once everyone was off the rocks, he grabbed Rika’s wrist and gently pulled her along. “Here, this way, all of you.”

The six began walking and made their way through the dense forest to where a small cabin sat, secluded and hidden in the brush. On the outside it looked completely abandoned, but once the visitors were on the inside, it was clean and very clearly currently lived in—a welcome alternative to the steady rain that was now firmly over them.

“Looks like you camouflaged the outside too, huh?” Piiman wondered. The first man shrugged as he leaned his rifle up against the wall and began taking off his coat and hat. He had wavy dark hair that hung past his ears and the tall, broad-shouldered build of someone who was used to doing lifting and labor. His eyes were just as tired in the lamplight, showing an intense amount of fatigue.

“It worked out that way,” he admitted. He then glanced over at his friend closing the heavy curtains—slimmer, slightly shorter, with straight, dark hair in a close cut, and a slightly more-rested countenance—and frowned. “Who’s going to tell him?”

“I will,” he replied. The slimmer man went behind a door and began talking to someone unseen.

“There’s someone else here?” Ninjin asked. Their host nodded.

“The old man who lives here, Genzo, took me in when I was ten, Kakkun joined us a few years later at fourteen,” he said. “I’m Chabo.”

“Well, you know my name, and this is Tamanegi, Ninjin, and Piiman,” the captain replied, pointing out her crewmates. The other man came in as she made the introductions and gave him a winning smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Kakkun.” He glared at Chabo, irritated.

“My name is Kappa,” he corrected. “Don’t trust what this idiot says.”

“So, if the guy who lives here raised you both, does that make you brothers?” Piiman asked.

“No,” both Chabo and Kappa said in unison. They both looked at one another, then their guests.

“Closest you can call us is weird long-term roommates, I guess,” Chabo shrugged.

“Not for lack of trying, on both of our parts,” Kappa added, “and the main reason is why we were so cautious when we first saw you.”

“Why’s that?” Rika wondered.

“If you landed on the other side of the island, you would have been in the middle of a place called Arlong Park,” he continued. “My 'amú… my uncle and I… we were shipwrecked off the coast and he ended up there, me here; he was dead before the storm passed.”

“So that’s why you don’t sound alike,” Piiman noted.

“I came here from the Grand Line,” Kappa said. “I grew up speaking an entirely different language, and my first lessons in Eastern was from a non-native speaker.”

“Whoa, neat,” Ninjin grinned. He then frowned. “Wait.. why did your uncle die?”

“The Conomi Islands are the territory of the Arlong Pirates, and Arlong the Saw himself—in case you were wondering—is one of the most powerful people in these seas as one of the East Blue Bosses,” Kappa said. “When someone slights him, he kills them and destroys their entire village. ‘Amú did not have money to pay the head tax for himself, let alone for two of us—they murdered him without ever knowing I existed.” He then noticed that Rika was staring at him, the act unsettling. “What…?”

“You’re from the Grand Line.”

“Yeah…?” He jumped as she rushed to get closer, stars nearly visible in her eyes.

“I need you to join my crew,” she insisted. “We need someone who knows how to navigate the Grand Line! Sailing is completely different than here, isn’t it?!”

“It is very different, that much is true, but I can’t just up and leave,” Kappa frowned. “I have a duty to here that I cannot break.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Kalyv and I are the ground floor of the Conomi Resistance; we keep an eye on the coast and the Fish-Men’s activities, reporting them to other islands. It’s a two-man job, minimum, but no one else wants to come and take over, even for a short while. We are alive because of the Resistance, so here I will stay as long as they need me.”

“What about the other guy?” Piiman asked. Chabo shook his head.

“Genzo is too old, mostly because this life took its toll on him,” he said. “He barely survived the last time Arlong attacked him—once more and he’s gone. We try to make him comfortable, but…” He shrugged awkwardly. “There’s not much we can do—neither of us are doctors, and the only medical staff in the archipelago specialize in Fish-People and Merfolk. Do any of you know Human-based medicine?”

“No—the best we can do is basic first-aid,” Tamanegi said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t talk us up more than a sprained ankle or a common cold.”

“Then the best we can do is offer you food and shelter until you can get your boat off the rocks,” Chabo said. “The sooner the better, since they will catch you if you’re not careful. Kakkun and I have been avoiding the pirates for years and we still have close calls.”

“What do these Fish-Men do that make them so dangerous?” Rika asked. Chabo visibly shuddered, while Kappa scowled.

“Think of how difficult it is to move underwater,” Kappa said. “Now, think of how freely you move above on land. Fish-Men are able to move underwater like we do on land, meaning their strength on land is almost effortless compared to us. By the time I got here, this place had been under their scales for over ten years… and that was nearly twenty years ago. Conomi is theirs, and some of us are trying to make it a less-than-permanent situation.”

“Then that’s the only thing keeping you here?” Rika tilted her head in thought, sticking out her tongue slightly. “That could definitely be a problem… which means… if we get rid of… what did you say his name was?”

“Arlong,” Chabo repeated.

“…and there’s nothing you can do to get rid of him,” Kappa finished. “I met Fish-Men in my travels before coming here—he is no Fish-Man… he’s a monster.”

“He’s been extorting our islands for years, and killing those who cannot pay or those who go against him. There’s no safety… not even for children. Even if all of us team up, it’s six Humans against more than a few dozen Fish-Men, plus their murderous boss, plus the Humans who are on their payroll.”

“How do you know we aren’t?” Ninjin asked.

“Even if it’s in disguise, a rat’s still a rat,” Chabo said. “It wasn’t clear what you wanted when we first caught sight of you, but you’re not one of Nezumi’s gang.”

“After the storm passes, I’ll get rid of this Arlong character for you, and then you’ll be free to join my crew, Kappa,” Rika said plainly. “I need a crack-shot navigator, and I’m confident you’re it.”

“Did you listen to anything we just told you?!” he marveled. “He will murder you just as he’s murdered numerous people over the years. No one is safe… not even children. He’s not one of the East Blue Bosses for nothing.”

“I grew up under an East Blue Boss,” she shrugged. “Hit them hard enough in the right place and they fall down too.”

“…and somehow we ended up with a different sort of monster,” Kappa grumbled. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Are you three sure you’re traveling with a woman?”

“She’s the next Pirate Queen,” Ninjin shrugged.

“Pirate King,” Tamanegi corrected. “Although nominally male-oriented, it’s a gender-neutral construct designed to be a title only and have little to no bearing on being a descriptor of the individual who wields it.”

Ninjin paused, confused.

“A lady can be the Pirate King if she tries hard enough,” Piiman translated. “I don’t really understand it either, but you’d have to be at least a bit nuts to think you can up and be the Pirate King.” Rika chuckled at that, too amused to be cross.

“…and I wonder what that says about the ones following her?” Kappa deadpanned.

“We grew up under one of the Bosses too—there’s nothing back there for us—only place we can really go is up,” Tamanegi said. “Though I’m just as curious as to how you plan on pulling it off.”

“Shishishi—just wait,” she smirked. “If the storm passes and it’s nighttime, I’ll wait until morning. Otherwise, I’ll make sure we have a proper navigator by sunset tonight.”

“This I have to see,” Kappa said.

“Don’t worry, you will,” Rika grinned.

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A/N: Translation notes are as follows: kalyv = idiot; deldâremun = darling; 'amú = uncle.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Inherited Will Destiny of the Age Graveyard of Ambition and Dreams #how long will it be before I regret such a long fic name lololol #we're just jumping right into shit and it's gonna be a ride #Rika #Ninjin #Tamanegi #Piiman #Chabo #Kappa #Syrup Trio #Veggie Trio #aged-up characters #Alternate Universe fic #alternate Straw Hat Pirates #alternate Mugiwara Kaizokudan #alternate Mugiwara no Ichimi

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sanzusbestie · 3 years

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Hello! Your hcs are so good aa <3

May I request hcs of Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, and any other TR character who has a tattoo’s reaction to their gn/fem s/o copying their tattoo? Just of their s/o just mindlessly doodling on their leg or arm their tattoo. Thank you and have a good dayy

♡ Tokyo Revengers boys reacting to s/o copying their tattoo ♡

Pairings : Adult!Kazutora x Fem!reader, Toman!Draken x Fem! reader, Toman!Mitsuya x Fem!reader, Adult!Hanma x Fem!reader, Bonten!Rindou x Fem!reader

Warnings : Kinda suggestive at Rindou's part ?

A/N : Thank you so much ! I had some ideas for other characters but not enough, so maybe one day I'll make a part 2. Also, I didn't know if you wanted teen or adult characters so I did both. I hope you'll like it ! Take care ♡

You were bored out of your mind this day

You went to Chifuyu's pet shop, knowing your boyfriend was working there

Nothing changed, you were still bored but this time it was sitting behind the store counter

Kazutora told you to wait for him there while he was in the back room and Chifuyu was with some clients

Next thing you knew, you had a pen in your hand

While paying attention not to ruin your skirt, you started to draw on your thigh

You missed him so much

Even though you saw him the day before

You just wanted to have him close to you

Having your head in one side of his neck while you traced the lignes of his tattoo on the other side with your fingers

This tattoo that you knew by heart now

"A tattoo on you thigh would suit you well"

Startled, you turned around only to be face to face with your lover

Looking down, you noticed your drawing

"Ah maybe, but not just any tattoo !"

Looking twice, he realized it was the same as his

With a faint blush and a beautiful smile, he kissed you

"Yeah, not just any tattoo" he whispered between two kisses

(I absolutely adore Kazu omg)

Draken finally agreed to study a tiny bit with you

Sitting at the other side of your small table, you waited for him to finish some math exercise

You found yourself staring at him

His tattoo, especially

It must've hurt a lot

You often wondered how you'd look like tattooed

Taking matter into yours hands, you took a black pen and started to draw along the length of your forearm

"I'm don- what's that ?"

"...a replica of your tattoo ?"

Mf laughed right in your face 😐

"Why are you laughing ?"

"It's cute, babe. But you'd never bear the pain"

"I would ! I'm braver than you think, you know ?"

"Then shave one side of your head so we can get matching tattoos"

"... I'm not that brave."

Laughed his ass off

It was impossible not to join him

Mana and Luna insisted to play with your makeup

Seeing your boyfriend really busy, you offered to babysit his sisters so he could go to his school club

"Y/n-nee, let me do your makeup please !"

RIP your new palette 💀

She tried to do your eyeliner but she couldn't so she kept on erasing it with a tissue and tried it again only to erase it again

So much that the side of your eye hurts

"Do you, perhaps, want me to do it myself ?" you asked hoping she'd say yes

For your highest good, she did

You looked at your reflection in the mirror

It was a disaster 😭

But a cute one

You proceeded to do the first eye

And, for the second eye, you don't know what came into you

You slowly started to draw the line, replicating a miniature of Takashi's dragon tattoo

It took you a long time

So long that Luna and Mana fell asleep

Careful not to wake them up, you started to clean a bit until Mitsuya's return

"Welcome home !"

"What happened to your face ?" he laughed

"Shhhhh, the girls are sleeping !" you exclaimed, kind of freaked out. As busy as he is, you wanted to spent every last minute you could with him

Moving closer to you, he inspected your face giggling

"It's even worse close u- Is that a dragon ?"

"Huh ?"

There's not way in hell Luna could've drawn a dragon

You took the mirror and saw your eyeliner

You completely forgot about this while cleaning up waiting for him

"Oh yeah ! I drew this. Just like your secret tattoo !"

He blushed for a moment but quickly regained himself

"How are you this talented Y/n ? It's amazing !"

(This boy would always support you)

His hand tattoos were the first things you notice when you met him

Instantly loved them

You actually loved his tattoo before you started to love him, which is understandable

You liked them so much that you actually wanted to try them

Armed with a thick black marker, you wrote the kanjis on your hands while he was on the phone

"Shuji, babe, come look at this"

Looking at you out of the corner of his eye, your hands caught his attention

"I'll call you back later Kisaki"

He came closer with a wide smile

"Oho ♡ what do we have here ?"

"We match now"

He kissed both of your hands

"Let me take a picture"

Knowing that your husband was attending a Bonten meeting, chances of him coming home tired were high

Just as he took care of you, you wanted to take care of him

Being allowed to get off work earlier because you did what you've been ask to do, you rushed home

You wanted to cook Rindou's favourite dish

You set the table, lit some candles

Needless to say he was happy

But you weren't done

Pushing your silky robe on the side, you revealed your collarbone and shoulder

While you were waiting for him, you painted a small part of his tattoo on you

He started pen-mouthed, it was one of the hottest things he's ever seen

"Like what you see ?"

He came closer and whispered in your ear

"I'll show you how much I like it"

Bonus : "But Rin, honey, Ran has the same tattoo, do you think that's hot too ?

"Omg, Y/n, are you serious right now ?"

Biggest turn off in history 😭

♡

#tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers x reader #draken #tokyo revengers hcs #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers headcanons #mitsuya takashi #hanma shuji #rindou haitani #bonten rindou

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Cuddle Bunny Pt 2

Pro Hero!Kirishima x reader with a bunny quirk

Kirishima get’s his hand on his bunny.

tw: smut, yandere, breeding kink, kidnapping, noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, penetration, delusional Kirishima, belly bulge

You struggled to open your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla. You heart rate picked up as you realized you were in a totally unfamiliar environment. Weren't you just at work?

Whoever was behind you had their arms around you to keep you from sitting up.

"Good morning, bunny. How'd you sleep?"

You knew that voice, confirming who was beside you.

Your mouth was dry and your voice cracked as you asked, "Kirishima? What's going on?"

"I picked you up from work last night, you were out like a light."

The pervious night was muddled in your mind but you knew he wasn't telling the truth. He was supposed to be your last client for the night. The two of you walked out of the building around the same time. You politely declined his offer to walk you home. The next thing you remember was sitting on the curb as the world started to spin. Kirishima was talking to you but you couldn't remember what was said.

You took a shaky breath. You had to be brave, besides he was a hero. There was an explanation. You just had to find it.

"Kiri, are you telling me the whole truth?" Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you. His arms tensed around you.

"You're such a curious bunny. We can talk more once you're feeling better."

What was he talking about? All you had was a headache, you could hold down a conversation. Confrontation was never your thing. But maybe you could just keep asking him.

You wanted to wrap things up so you could go home before work.

"Can we talk about it later?" You asked. "I have to run home before my shift."

He nuzzled closer to you, "What do you mean, silly? You don't work there any more."

It was becoming harder to contain the panic building inside of you. You struggled harder against his grasp as small tears began to prick your eyes.

"Please let me up. You're scaring me."

Instead of letting go, Kirishima repositioned you too face him.

He looked concerned, "You don't need to be scared, you're safe here. You don't have to go back to that job, it's too dangerous."

"Be a good bunny, lift your pretty little tail a bit higher for me."

His hands guided your hips further into the air. Once he deemed you to be in a suitable position you felt him tug down your panties, exposing your slick cunt to the cool air.

You whimpered into the pillow. Your body, betraying your mind, ached to be touched by Kirishima's rough hands.

"You're so beautiful," he cooed. With two fingers he began to tease your delicate folds.

As the pressure in your lower abdomen began to build you tried to pretend that the situation was different. If you could lie to yourself about the position you were in maybe you could hold it together. He was stronger than you, much more athletic, even with out his quirk. Even if you struggled you knew you couldn't escape. You didn't want to risk making him angry. Although he kept repeating that he would never hurt you, how much could you trust the words of your abductor?

You bucked towards him when his thumb pressed against your clit.

Although you couldn't see it Kirishima was beaming with pride. He felt reassured that he was making you feel good. His cock throbbed in anticipation for the moment you both felt good.

But he told himself it wouldn't be manly to enter you with his dick before making you orgasm at least once.

Regaining control of himself he paused his assault on your pussy to rub his hands down your back toward your neck, gently pushing his thumbs against the base of your skull. You letting out a rough whine. Both frustrated with the lost sensation and pleased by the firm pressure against your shoulders.

"Okay baby, let's get you prepped, you're tiny compared to me. Let's get you as ready as we can."

You gasped as his index finger entered you. Pressing and curling against your walls as if to examine and assess the situation.

He continued to use his other fingers on the outside of your pussy. There was a wet noise as he gently thrust his finger in and out, and then with out warning you felt a stretching sensation. He has added another finger to your insides.

"That's it baby, you're doing so good. You got such a tight little pussy. How about I get a toy for next time. Something a little bigger than my fingers but smaller than the real thing. That way we can't get you ready a bit better than we will this time."

The idea of ‘next time’ made you lightheaded. You whimpered as he added a third finger. You could feel the stretch between your legs. Paired with the stimulation of your clit you couldn't hold back as the tension in your body released, Kirishima tighten his grip to keep you in place as you tried to jerk away from him.

Pleasure flooded your body and you wanted to collapse onto the mattress.

As you slowed your breathing he gently lowered you're ass so you could rest as he slowly removed his fingers from your drenched hole. He trailed kisses along your back while he praised you.

Finally he turned you on to your back. He was flushed, his hair falling around his face, and he had barely broken a sweat.

He removed his pants revealing his... monster cock. There was no other way for you to describe it. You had never been with someone who had such length AND girth. It looked like it was gonna break something in you.

No matter how hard you tried, Kirishima managed spread your legs. He took a moment to admire the mess he made before digging through a drawer on his nightstand.

You closed your eyes at the sound of the lube bottle opening. Kirishima applied a generous amount to his cock before using two fingers to rub the remaining substance into you.

"There we go," he whispered as he lined up his tip to your soaked cunt. "Just relax for me. Don't be afraid to hold on to me. I'm pretty sturdy."

The tip wasn't bad. You were thankful for the lube. You needed to hold on to him. Gripping your nails into his back as he continued to slide into you. You focused all your energy into your hands, afraid to move. Tears flowed freely from you now. The pain seared and you couldn't stop it.

"It hurts," your gasped. "So bad. Please no more."

Kiri paused.

"Shhh, bunny. I got you. We're almost there then we can give you another moment to adjust." He was running circles on your hips with his thumbs, wanting to provide you some form of comfort. He knew he was a challenge to take. It didn't help that you were so tight. "Take a deep breath for me."

You did, grateful for the momentary break. But as he instructed you to breathe out he shoved the remainder of his cock into you. A violent sob wracked your body. Kirishima hoped that the sooner you adjusted to his size the sooner you'd stop crying.

With him fully inside of you he rested for another moment. You were so tight that he was honesty surprised he fit. He brought a palm to the slightly swollen area of your lower belly. He applied just a bit of pressure before he began to slowly pulse in and out of you. You were still shaking but had quieted down.

When he no longer felt like you you were off the verge of passing out he was ready to help you feel good. He kept his palm against the bulge he was responsible before, but repositioned slightly so his thumb could make its way back to where it belonged - the swollen bud between your legs.

"God you're such a good girl. So tight and warm," he panted. "Gonna fuck you so good. Teach you that I'm the only man you need."

His speed began to pick up. While you were still in pain you began to feel the pressure expand within you once more.

Kirishima kissed the tears off your cheeks. He knew he was close, your walls clenching around his member. He was determined not to be too rough with you, at least not the first few times, but you were unintentionally wearing down his his resolve.

He nipped your neck harder than he should have, breaking the skin. You arched against his chest which allowed him to wrap his arms underneath you.

Kirishima felt like he couldn't get close enough to you as he pressed violently against you tender body. Another orgasm shot through your body causing you to clench even tighter around the cock inside of you.

"Fuckin hell," Kirishima groaned, "You take me so well bunny."

You felt a swell inside of you as he released inside you.

Your mind felt fuzzy with post orgasm bliss. Kirishima softened inside you, remaining in place as he showered you in praise. He began to withdraw from you, allowing his seed to drip past your puffy folds. He didn't leave you empty for too long. He used two of his fingers to push his fluid back into you. He used his other hand to pull you against his chest.

You were still tearful and the realization that he was using his fingers as a makeshift plug to keep his seed inside you was making you sob again.

"Don't cry bunny, you did such a good job. Once we calm down we can get in the shower. Then I'd got a little present for you since you're behaving so well."

You were not a fighter, you wished you were. You wanted to yell at him. To thrash and scream and make him stop holding you. But you weren't a fighter and you knew fighting him would do you no good. You would have to bide your time until you could make a run for it.

At least he hadn't been mean to you. And aside from (probably) breaking your pussy, he hadn't hurt you yet.

He was gentle getting you into the shower. You were washed first, his hands roaming your body and conditioning your hair. Then he helped settle you against the shower bar while he quickly took care of himself. After drying you off with the fluffiest towel he slipped one off his shirts over your head. It was just the right size to cover you ass.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you sitting along the tub. There wasn't much for you to look at. The cabinets were locked and the room had no windows.

Kirishima was back, changed into comfortable sweat pants. He carried you with ease back to bed. The old sheets piled in a corner, he had replaced them with fresh linens.

Hopefully, he thought, this would make you more comfortable.

"Ready for your surprise?" He asked with a pointy grin.

You thought it was a rhetorical question but it looked like he was waiting for your response. Did you really want a surprise? No. But you probably didn't get much say so you merely shrugged your shoulders. He bounce out bed and went to rummage through one of his drawers.

He turned around to present a stuffed animal. It was a chunky shark, not too big but the perfect holding size.

"Look! I saw him and thought you would think he was cute. Don't forget to name him, 'kay?"

You clutched the toy to your chest. He knew you loved plushies. You mentioned it to him once and said you had them all over your apartment. The shark smelled like Kirishima.

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #mha yandere

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Alpha Jungkook x Omega Oc!

Genre : Angst , Hurt/ Comfort.

Chapter 1 ⋆ Chapter 2 ⋆ Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ⋆ Chapter 5 ⋆

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary : Nine months after her marriage ends, Kim Heejin is a reclusive artist, who works out of a renovated warehouse in Busan, her days and nights spent with canvas and paint. Its exactly what she’s ever wanted, to be left alone. And yet, that nagging feeling of incompletion keeps her on her toes. And perhaps, it is that longing for something substantial, something real that pushes her to give her flawed but lovable ex-husband another chance.

Chapter 9

“I… No. Just… please tell him I’ll be down…I’ll come down to the lobby to meet him.” I said quickly, panicking at the idea of having him here. I’d barely been here a day but this was still my space. And if I had him here then his scent would just seep into every nook and corner.

The room would smell like him then… And what would I do after he left?

God, what was I even thinking? Head swimming, I crawled to the edge of the bed and breathed shakily.

It felt surreal, climbing out of the bed and moving to the vanity . I stared at myself in the mirror as I grabbed the makeup bag I kept with me all the time. Wide eyes and parted lips, creamy gold skin turning lily white because of how the blood had just drained after that phone call.

I looked petrified .

Jungkook… I thought numbly. Jungkook’s waiting downstairs and I’m going to see him.

What is he thinking.... What is he feeling... why is he even here?

You’re not responsible for his emotions, Taehyung’s soothing voice in my head helped a bit but not a whole lot. What about my emotions, I though desperately, grabbing the tube of gloss and slowly uncapping it. I ran the end of it over my lips and felt my fingers tremble because I didn’t know why I felt this need …to look beautiful.

I didn’t need to, I though miserably. Everyone knew omegas were beautiful. Beta supermodels were beautiful yes but they couldn’t hold a candle to me, at least for someone like Jungkook. He was an alpha, his brain was built to find me attractive. I had evolutionary genetics on my side, which mean that if I ever actually wanted to seduce Jungkook , he wouldn’t really stand a chance .

But I didn’t want that.

I had had enough of that. Enough of seeing handsome, rich alphas being reluctantly attracted to me. They made it obvious too. Most of the hate mail I got stemmed from angry wives or girlfriends accusing me of seducing their men , even though I’d never so much as laid my eyes on them. It was so unfair.

I didn’t enjoy watching them lose their minds at the sight and scent of me, because i knew that deep down, they thought that all omegas were scum.

Manipulative, sex driven , greedy and selfish . Those were the labels I got plastered with , on the media and on the streets.

And Jungkook wasn’t different, I reminded myself firmly, pulling away from the mirror and grabbing the loose powder and dusting down some of it on the apple of my cheeks and down the length of my nose.

He didn’t think any different than the others. Jungkook’s views on omegas were just as archaic and bigoted as everyone else’s .

He just didn’t act on them .

Sighing, I dropped the lipgloss back in the back and brushed my hair off my face. On a whim , I pulled off the hair tie holding the thick strands together, letting the wavy tresses fall over my shoulder. I hadn’t cut my hair in a long time and it felt to my hips now. My stylist was adamant that it added to my aesthetic.

A primal siren, she had said staring at me in awe, like something eternal and beautifully dangerous. We’re lucky you seem incapable of hate, Heejin ...because I think you could bring grown men to their knees with that body and that face.

I felt nauseous at the thought of it.

Walking to the elevator felt like walking the plank and I had stop a couple of times, just to breathe deeply. I had to be smart about this. I was in therapy. Taehyung had taught me how to handle situations like this and while my heart was pounding too hard and my brain was too scrambled to use any of his therapy techniques, I still had some of my cognitive abilities intact.

He came here, i thought desperately.

He came looking for you and that means he isn’t nervous or worried or overthinking this because he doesn’t have feelings for you. If you want to come out of this unscathed, you need to get your head on straight. You need to pretend that you didn’t just have a minor mental breakdown at the thought of him dating someone else.

I took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before stepping into the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was barely a few seconds and when I stepped out, I realized the place was way too crowded for such an exclusive Hotel. And then I remembered that people were here for the Art Festival. I glanced at the reception desk, covertly, noting a conspicuous lack of Jeon Jungkook. The lady behind the desk held her hand up when she spotted me .

“Ms. Kim? Mr. Jeon just went to get you a drink...He’s over by the breakfast counter over there.” She pointed out the dining space where people were walking about getting breakfast and I swallowed, feeling hot and cold as I cautiously stepped into the crowd, trying to find a that familiar head of thick dark hair.

I felt the apprehension build as I tugged on my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to reign in the chaos in my mind but it was impossible, everything too loud and too messy. I looked around and then, it hit me.

His scent.

I felt my lips part in surprise, and it felt like someone had turned the volume down , noises fading into a dull hum at the back of my mind as I stared at him. He hadn’t spotted me yet and I took a second to just....look.

He looked incredible.

There was really no other word for it. Incredibly handsome, Incredibly beautiful and so incredibly perfect as the late morning sun lit up the room, picking out the shine on his white silk shirt. I breathed in deep, my mindeasily picking out the musky pine scent of him and I stepped closer, moving straight towards him and I caught the exact moment my scent his senses.

He jerked a bit, nostrils flaring and eyes going wide before he turned, lips parted and gaze a bit unfocused as he looked around.

When he caught sight of me, he just blinked.

I smiled weakly, body going limp with relief because.... because this was Jungkook. Not some monster I had to run from. This was Jungkook....even at his worst he had been better than some of the other people I’d met in life.

I looked down at the drink in his hand and smiled a bit as he made his way over.

“ This isn’t the same as buying me a coffee.” I said shakily as he finally stepped upto me.

His eyes danced with warmth.

“What makes you think I can afford one? Besides, aren’t you the hotshot artist? Shouldn’t you be the one buying me stuff?” He said softly.

“Just saw you on the front cover of a magazine. We both know you’re far from destitute..” Even through the smile, I felt the tug of emotion as I stared at him, felt the difference in him like night and day, the light and joy and ...contentment that seemed to radiate off him .

He smiled and held the drink out to me gently.

“ Heejin-ah.” He whispered.

And somehow it was the sound of his voice, wrapping around the syllables of my name that finally did it.

I felt the tears brim over, my lips parting in choked laughter as I stepped close and wrapped both my arms around him, burying my face in his neck and breathing him in. I felt him hold me, infinitely gentle and I exhaled sharply.

“I didn’t miss you, at all.” I said shakily. He laughed lightly.

“I missed you , too.” He stroked the back of my head gently and I sighed, fingers curling on the silk of his shirt. The fabric felt like liquid in my fingers and I played with it for a second, intensely aware that people were starting to stare. That this embrace had gone on for longer than social norms dictated but I couldn’t bring myself to care, letting my chin rest against his shoulder blades.

And it was almost frightening.....how easy it was to pretend we weren’t broken at all.

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“She was so small when I last held her... I can’t believe she’s running around.” I said, awed, listening to Jungkook tell me about how Mina liked to climb everywhere. He laughed, shaking his head.

"She’s growing bigger everyday. I can barely keep up.” Jungkook smiled, holding a hand out for me to step over the wooden slats that lined the tiny archway that led to the door to his building. I hesitated before lightly gripping his hand in mine, the gesture somehow feeling more intimate that it was.

“You’re not staying at the Firenze?” I asked curiously, resisting the urge to reach for his hand again when he let go.

it was such a ridiculous thing but I’d never held hands with him. And It felt ridiculously nice, to slot my fingers with his, feel them in between mine. His palm against mine, calloused but somehow so comforting.

I’d forgotten how warm he was.

Don’t. Don’t fall down this rabbit hole again, Heejin. We talked about this. He doesn’t think of you that way. He doesn’t. And neither should you. its unfair to him. He doesn’t deserve that.

“No... As you can see my apartment is barely ten minutes away and Soeun has her exams so its easier for her to watch over Mina here at the apartment.

“Soeun?” I asked curiously.

“Park Soeun? She’s a University student who lives with me. She’s doing a correspondence course in fashion . So she’s home all the time and she helps out with Mina. And she speaks Italian so that’s a huge plus... ” He smiled. “ you’ll like her. She’s a good kid.”

Don’t make that face. Don’t fucking make that face, Heejin.

I struggled to keep my face straight , like I wasn’t feeling the weight of a dozen bricks at the base of my stomach.

“A roommate...then..?” I asked quietly and he shrugged.

“Something like that. But mostly she helps take care of Mina when I’m out on an assignment.” He smiled and led me past two flight of stairs up to the studio apartment.

I wrapped my arms around myself as he stopped in front of a wrought iron grill, gripping one end and sliding it open with ease. And then he rang the small bell n the side. I shuffled back and forth on my foot, heart racing.

The door opened and I blinked because of how young the girl who opened the door was. A second later she was beaming, moving forward and wrapping both her arms around me.

“Unnie!” She squealed, hugging me so close that I almost choked. Completely thrown I could only gape at Jungkook who was laughing .

“Oh, I forgot to mention..she’s a bit of a fan. “ He teased lightly and I smiled awkwardly, watching as she pulled back to stare at me, her gaze trained on my face unblinkingly.

“Whoa...” She reached out and lightly touched my cheek with her forefinger making me jump. She flinched as well, flushing red.

“Shit..sorry...I just... I’ve never... I’ve never met an omega before.” She said softly. “ You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

I felt my heart pound, steeping back instinctively, an overwhelming urge to hide , anxiety pooling in my stomach as she continued to stare at me. I hated the attention and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Soeun, enough. Don’t make it weird.” Jungkook said sternly, voice hard and the girl immediately flushed, bowing apologetically.

“Sorry...I.. sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable ... You’re pretty.” She said again before turning to Jungkook.

“I have to get some stuff for my exhibit, Jungkook oppa... Mina’s asleep. i’ll be staying over at Vince’s place for the night though. Is that okay?”

“Sure..have fun.” Jungkook smiled, “ Vince is her boyfriend.” He explained and Soeun nodded happily.

“Italian men are absolutely amazing unnie...you should try some.” She winked and I laughed despite myself.

“I just might...” I said with a grin, watching as she walked over to slip on a pair of sneakers from the small shoe closet near the door. She waved enthusiastically all but bouncing away and I blinked at him , shaking my head.

“I feel a hundred years old right now.” I said softly, still stunned by the girl’s exorbitant energy. Jungkook laughed at that

“She definitely has that effect on people... Come on, I’ll show you around.” He held his hand out and I smiled , taking his fingers mine and letting him tug me further into the studio apartment.

I looked around, taking in the full blown prints of Mina and Jungkook , caught in adorable poses in front of different tourist spots in Florence. I saw how much she looked like Jungkook now, and how openly affectionate they looked together, the love evident even in the still photos.

And then my eyes fell on a familiar painting , my stomach lurching.

“You... “ i turned to him in a rush and he was staring at me with a small smile.

“I had to bring that. It pretty much saved me, that painting.” He said casually, stepping close and running his fingers all over the print.

“When you told me this is how Sooah saw me...” He traced the picture carefully before glancing at me,” it made me realize that Sooah didn’t just want a baby.....she wanted a baby with me. She saw me as a father. As someone who could raise and nurture a tiny human and that... that’s amazing isn’t it?” He sighed, staring at me.

He looked beautiful, I thought with an ache deep inside me. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life and it seemed almost too good to be true. That he was here, at reach. So close. I wondered if this was it. This had to be a sign. A sign that we’d come full circle. That it was over. That we could finally break free from all that we’d been through, and look back at Jungkook’s past with fondness instead of pain.

And perhaps, just perhaps I could reach out and touch him with something more than just the love you have for a friend. . Perhaps I could reach out and touch him, without feeling guilt and foreboding.

I exhaled shakily stepping up and running my fingers over the canvas. It was nothing fancy... Just a painting a painting of Jungkook holding Mina up by her waist, high over his head, staring up into her face with all the love and adoration in the world, The child in the painting doesn’t look exactly like Mina, of course, but I’d had no idea , seeing as Sooah had commissioned the painting when she was pregnant. But Jungkook.... Jungkook looked exactly like he did now : Happy and at peace.

“You’re alright, then?” I asked quietly , a wealth of meaning behind the words and he smiled , nodding gently.

“I’m fine…” He whispered , “ And I’m so glad I can tell you that, like this. Thank you for coming , Heejin-ah . I know you owe me nothing but.. I wanted to show you that… it wasn’t all bad you know. What we went through… Something good did come out of it.” He whispered.

I choked out a sob.

“I lied.” I whispered. “ I did miss you. Even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened.

“I have a lot to be sorry for. But I don’t want to remind you of those things. I just want you to know that… I understand what you went through…those six months. I understand that it was difficult and painful and i… I’m grateful that you didn’t give up on me. And I’m grateful that you stayed in my life. Because I know I didn’t deserve that.”

“You deserve to be loved Jungkook.” I said quietly. “ Its not wrong to move on. You deserve to… find happiness again.”

He stared at me, his gaze soft and gentle.

“I can almost believe it, when you say it that way.” He laughed. “ And… you know… I’m not sure if its love. But there’s someone I’ve been…. Well, I can sort of see myself with her. .” He grinned a little, smile boyish as he ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced at me and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Wait… was he going to?....

“ I met her at Taehyung’s practice, a year ago. Her name is Lee Hyorin.” Jungkook looked at me, doe eyes shining with excitement.

And just like that the world ended.

Or so it felt.

It was like being dipped in icy cold water, the shock of it rendering me speechless, lips parted and breath catching in lungs.

Blood rushed through my ears, so fast that I felt lightheaded, my legs nearly giving out. White noise filled my skull, pain lancing sharp through my heart like a thousand paper cuts, and I couldn’t really breathe. It took a few seconds…. For my heart to catch up with what my mind had just processed. And when it finally did, the pain was so excruciating, I had to clench my fists, nails digging into the flesh of my palm to ground myself.

“She’s an alpha…and she lost her husband around the same time Sooah passed..” Jungkook gave me a soft smile. “ She’s actually a curator at one of the museums here. She’s the one who made all the arrangements for me to move here to Florence. ”

“Wow… That’s…” devastating,. “ That’s good news. Jungkook.. I.. How long…” My voice cracked, and I had to swallow. “ How long have you guys been dating?”

“About three months now. We’re taking it very slow, because we aren’t really ready. She has a son too. He’s three years old. Mina loves him so that’s a plus.” He laughed.

My lungs constricted, breathing difficult and my head swam because ….. what. Realization set in so quickly, I was left reeling. I was in love with this bastard, I thought miserably. So in love with him that it felt like he was shredding my heart into ribbons. Every word of his mouth felt like a sharp deep stab, straight through the center of my heart and the pulsing, beating organ was on the verge of giving out.

“She’s going to be there at the dinner tonight at the Festival. She’s one of the organizers by the way. She’s kind of the reason I got in, I think.” He laughed , looking abashed and what a load of bull that was. Jungkook was successful and well known. Superbly talented at his chosen field. She was lucky to have him.

How can she have him when I’m the one who fixed him? How is that fucking fair?

“She really understands the things I’ve been going through, the past few months and because we both still attend therapy with Taehyung, we’re able to talk about a lot of stuff. Stuff I can’t share with others…” Jungkook was saying and I tuned him out, not wanting to hear another word.

I swallowed, choking on bile. I could feel sweat gathering on my scalp, my skin clammy and damp , the air between us shifting into something poisonous and filled with so much dismay, it was a miracle he hadn’t picked up on it.

Couldn’t he sense how distressed I was? Couldn’t he see how his words were hurting? Couldn’t he fucking see that I couldn’t live without him? Why on earth couldn’t he see me the way he apparently saw every other woman on the damn planet…..

Because he’s a shitty Alpha, I thought miserably, willing myself not to burst into tears. He was a shitty excuse for an alpha back then and he’s the same now.

A low, distressed cry began somewhere behind him and he jumped.

“Oh, shit she’s up… come on, Heejin.” He said with a bright smile, turning around and rushing down a small hallway and I willed myself to breathe in deeply, reminding myself that this wasn’t the end of the world. I could get through this. Besides, it was Mina.

Beautiful, perfect Mina who had been there for me. She would see me and she would give me that sweet gummy smile of hers, does eyes twinkling and I would get through this. Because her smile was what was important. Her smile and her joy and her happiness.

The sobbing had slowed down to small hiccups and I stepped past the threshold cautiously, watching as Jungkook bent over the large crib, carefully lifting her out and into his arms. She looked breathtaking, an absolutely gorgeous little girl . I stared, mesmerized as I stepped closer. My arms ached, and my chest tightened. Lips wobbling, I exhaled sharply, moving to reach for her.

She turned to glance at me and just as my fingers brushed her cheek, she recoiled.

Hard.

A loud wail tore through her tiny body and I felt my eyes go wide. Her casual little cry had turned into a sobbing , loud wail and I could smell the distress in her , the fear and distrust as she curled away from me. Jungkook looked stunned as well, instinctively drawing her close and embracing her, moving away from me because….

Because I was the reason, she was distressed.

My skin went ice cold at the revelation and I stumbled back, stunned.

“I… I’m sorry.” I choked out, confused and disoriented. Jungkook looked stricken, gently rocking her back and forth and she clung to him, gripping his shirt and I bit my lips, moving further back and I glanced at him, my heart shattering.

“She’s …She’s still sleepy… She doesn’t do well with strangers…” He said softly, looking upset, “ Maybe you could…wait outside…”

Stranger…. Was that what I was?

“I… I’ll go. I’ll just go.” I turned on my heel, rushing out of the door and struggling to breathe in air, my heart clenching so hard I was sure I was going to pass out. I felt my knees give out when I reached the couch, dropping down and drawing my knees up , wrapping my arms around my legs . I didn’t know how long I sat there, fighting sobs and choking on air…and when I finally came to myself, the sobs from the room had died out.

“She’s fallen asleep again.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence and I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I felt him move closer, felt his scent hit me as he stepped right up to me, kneeling on the floor in front of me.

I looked up at him, lips wobbling as I took in his handsome face. A face that was so deeply carved into my heart and my soul, I couldn’t imagine living without it. Without him. The tears came then, helpless and endless and so painful.

He pressed in closer, cupping my face in his palms, thumb brushing the tears that spilled over so relentlessly.

“Heejin…” He whispered and I let my fingers curl around his wrist as his thumb kept brushing the curve of my cheeks. I took a deep , shaky breath .

“She doesn’t remember me…. “ I whispered, “ She doesn’t recognize me at all…She hates me……” I choked out , despair filling every last crevice of my insides, gut twisting as I remembered how Mina had twisted away from me, how her scent had soured in distress at the sight of me, at the touch of my fingers.

And I wondered if it was different with this other woman..Hyorin, wasn’t it? Did Mina climb into her arms with ease? Did she curl into her chest and sleep? The way she used to with me, when she was a month old and missing the warmth of a mother.. ….

All those nights spent in that tiny nursery, lying on the cold unforgiving floor, watching the rise and fall of Mina’s chest through the dark room…telling myself it was worth it… it was worth being touched against my will, worth being treated like filth by a man driven mad with grief and anger….all because of this baby…this tiny little baby who had needed me….

And now…she didn’t even know who I was…..worse…she was repulsed by the very sight of me… I couldn’t cope.

“Look at me…” Jungkook rasped, voice raw and cracking. “she doesn’t hate you, Heejin… she just … you feel new to her… different…”

I shook my head, unable to think about anything beyond the sheer devastation that filled me, the way his daughter had pulled away and run, had refused to come anywhere near me. I realized with lancing pain that I’d wanted to see her, way more than I’d wanted to see Jungkook .

Because she was the reason I’d hung on for so long in that marriage which had been the biggest fucking mistake of my life…. the only reason I’d stuck around . Mina …Having her in my arms, her scent against my face, that had been the only genuine happiness I’d experienced in a marriage filled with sheer , unending misery.

“I… she… Why doesn’t she remember? “ I breathed, sagging into his arms, tears soaking his shoulders and his palm ran up and down my back.

“Because she was a baby. Heejin…. I left when she was a baby…”

“Why did you?” I snapped. “ Did it hurt you so much? The thought of living under the same sky as me ? Why you did you go?” I demanded.

Jungkook pulled back, hands coming up to grip my shoulder, holding me at arms length.

“Look at me.” He whispered. “ I had to … You know I had to go….I was hurting you. I was… I was draining you of life. Destroying you… “

Jungkook’s words reminded me of who he was. Of who I was… Of who I was to him.

I choked out, sobbing.

“I hate you. You treated me like scum. Like a crutch….. Like some sort of tool to get better and you just left… you…”

You found someone better. You broke me down and now you’ve gone and found someone better….because I was never good enough for you… I was never someone you could love….

“I had to let you go. I had to end that relationship because it was tainted with so much grief and anger and selfishness and greed. I knew that anything I did afterwards would be tainted by my actions… I… I had to make amends, Heejin. And do you think for a second, that it wasn’t the hardest thing I ever did? That walking out on you wasn’t one of the most devastating things I’ve ever experienced? But I did it for us… for this…”

I stared at him.

“And what is this?” I asked brokenly.

“This is me, being able to touch you like this.” Jungkook pressed a palm to my cheek, “ And not feeling guilt or sadness or grief or loss. I did it so we could have this…this… This thing where I can look at you and hold you and see that you’re healing. That you’re doing better… That you’re living the life you want…. That you’re happy. This is me standing here , in front of you and smiling because I’m happy too. Happy that you’re here. ” He exhaled, “ I’m happy that despite all the hurt we’ve been through for and because of each other, I can look at you now and tell you, honestly, that I’m glad to see you.”

What a joke.. What a fucking joke.

I smiled shakily.

“Well… “ I said softly, my stomach churning because I was done. Done with him and mostly with myself. “ Isn’t that absolutely wonderful.”

His gaze softened and he smiled.

“I want us to be friends, Heejinah. Even though we don’t see or talk to each other, I think of you often. And when Mina’s old enough to understand , I’ll tell her all about you… I want you in our lives. You’re a friend. ”

I stared at him , feeling the words echo in my skull . It left an acrid taste on my senses, the way he put me into this neat little box, friend. So ….insignificant. Everyone had hundreds of friends. There was nothing even remotely special about being someone’s friend.

Friend just meant replaceable and forgettable. And just like Mina didn’t remember me…. Someday Jungkook wouldn’t either. The knowledge filled my veins spreading all over my body and leaving a fierce, heavy ache in my chest.

It was my fault, I thought despondently. My fault because I had been an idiot.

Jungkook was the sane one here , I thought miserably. These nine months, while I’d been dwelling on him and worrying for him…he had done the healthy thing , by moving on with someone he could actually envision a future with….

What had I done, these past nine months? Dreamt up a fantasy world where somehow we found our way back to each other and built a life together… It seemed so foolish now, in the light of Jungkook’s words and his confession….

Jungkook had done all of this, not for me…but for himself. For his daughter whom he loved and for his wife , whose memory he wanted to honor. And perhaps it was my own delusion that made me think that I’d played some stellar role in his healing…. Maybe if I hadn’t been there, he would have gotten better just the same…. Maybe I hadn’t been a tool …as much as a hindrance …to his healing.

I shook my head, bitterness coating my tongue.

“I should get going.” I whispered , voice shaking.

This is it, I told myself. This is the last time you look at him with that heaviness in your heart. You deserve better. You deserve… a lot of things. And just because people don’t give it to you doesn’t mean you have to settle for less……

“So soon? Hyorin will be back in a couple of hours… I could show you some of my work, and we could get lunch ….”

I shook my head quickly. I didn’t want to meet her in his home. Didn’t want to see him being domestic and affectionate and …normal with her when all I’d ever seen was Jungkook in his anger and grief, either yelling abuses or gripping me with a lust that was tainted with violence and rage. I stared at his hands, the ones I’d liked holding….

How did I forget? That those were the same hands that had held me down and done things that should, rightfully have landed him in prison?

I shook my head, to clear the images out of my head. Looking at him now, Jungkook looked eager, happy and healed. And I realized that he’d just pushed all of his own actions out of his mind. Forgotten all about it. And that was fair. He probably didn’t even remember any of it. He had been drunk out of his mind, lost in his head and surely, forgetting must’ve been easy… A relief.

I didn’t begrudge him that.

But…

I hadn’t been drunk. I’d been stone cold sober under him on that bed and so, maybe forgetting didn’t come that easily for me. And I was glad that Jungkook could move on and be happy but….

But I couldn’t stay here and pretend that it was the same for me. I wasn’t happy or healed, I thought miserably. And maybe , maybe the sight of him moving on was a sign that I had to stop thinking that healing meant going back to him and his daughter.

“Heejin… What’s wrong? Is it because of Mina.. she’s just not used to…” He began but I quickly pressed a palm to his chest, smiling.

“Strangers.” I said softly. “ I know. That’s not it… You know I have to introduce my exhibit at dinner tonight. I don’t know what the itinerary is or what I’m supposed to say…. None of it.. I need to meet my agent and prep myself a bit. Its alright…I’ll see you tonight.” I said softly.

“I’m sorry… I can’t walk you back because Mina-“

“Of course. Don’t worry about it…. I’ll just…”

The doorbell rang, startling me.

“Jungkook!” A strong voice called out and I went still.

“Hyorin?” Jungkook’s face lit up and I felt my stomach churn. God, the universe really was against me wasn’t it? Sighing in defeat, I wrapped my arms around myself, sitting back down on the couch and waiting.

Behind me , I could hear hushed whispers, soft laughter and shuffling feet. My mouth went dry.

“Ms. Kim….”

I turned around, greeted by the sight of a tall, strapping young woman, pretty by any standards. She was dressed in a pant suit , her hair long and straight, hitting the top of her shoulders. She looked smart… Important.

“Ms. Lee… Its nice to meet you.”

She held her hand out and I shook it gently. Jungkook smiled at her fondly and his phone rang from somewhere inside the studio.

“Hang on that’s probably Soeun…” He smiled at me and moved away and I watched him leave before shifting my gaze to Hyorin, who was staring down at me with a small smile.

“Are you here in Italy by yourself? Or with one of your many …uh… patrons ?” She smirked.

I blinked.

“Patrons?” I asked softly. “ Excuse me?”

“Jungkook and I’ve been following all the stories about you, back in Korea. You get around quite a lot… don’t you? Every alpha within a 100 mile radius wants a piece of the lovely Kim Heejin… And honestly, could anyone blame them? You look exquisite.”

I stared at her, stunned. The implication was so obvious that I would be an idiot not to realize what she was hinting at. So this was the woman , Jungkook chose? Yet another prejudiced bigot?

I laughed a bit, feeling my heart sink.

“I’m not seeing anyone. If that’s what you’re asking.” I said quietly.

Hyorin smirked at that.

“Of course you aren’t… We all know that isn’t really something your kind does… monogamy, right?”

“Do you have a problem with me Hyorin ssi?” I asked roughly and she laughed.

“Oh come on.. we’re all adults, here. And Heejin, you agreed to be a part of this festival, knowing full well, that’s what we think . Its because deep down you know I’m right….. Omegas can’t stay with one alpha. They need sex to survive and they are usually open to it with anyone. Not that I’m blaming you or judging you for it. It’s just how you’re built.”

I smiled wide, ignoring the urge to claw at her face. .

“Well, you’ve definitely got me all figured out haven’t you? “ I shook my head, glancing at Jungkook who was making his way over.

“What are you talking about?” He asked curiously and I smiled, glancing at her.

“ Hyorin ssi was just telling me how my sub gender makes it impossible for me to not go around whoring with every alpha I see…….” I glanced at him and Jungkook straightened, looking stunned, “ Well, I hope you two enjoy your beautiful monogamous relationship with each other something an omega like me can only fantasize about…. Right Jungkook?” I smiled and he looked completely lost.

“Wait…What? Hyorin what did you say?” He demanded and she was glaring at me now.

“Please don’t take it personally, I was only talking about omegas in general. “ Hyorin frowned, before bowing and moving away to stalk off in the direction of the bedrooms and I watched her, feeling dirty and terrible.

“Heejin, ignore her.. she’s just old fashioned and-“

“Is that what you’re going to call it?” I snapped and Jungkook froze.

“Heejin…”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“I’m not upset about what she said. I’m upset that she feels comfortable enough, spouting that bullshit to me , in your house. Makes me wonder what else she’s told you about omegas, and how much of it you probably agreed with.”

Jungkook stared at me , lips parted.

“I… I don’t feel that way. You know that.” He said stiltedly.

“Do I? All I know is that she knows about me, about who I am and apparently, she can call me a slut…. In front of you, without worrying about it upsetting you. And that tells me you’re as much of a bigot as she is.”

“Heejin… You know that’s not it. We all grow up being fed certain things and –“

“But you did grow up right?” I snapped. “ you grew up and you can think and act for yourself. As can she. Once you’re an adult, you don’t have a single fucking excuse for being racist or homophobic or bigoted because being an adult means having the ability to unlearn the toxic things you’ve been taught and relearn how to be a decent fucking human.”

I shook my head as he stared at me.

“And you know what…please just… just don’t call me or consider me as a friend.” I laughed. “ Because I don’t think I can consider you one. Not anymore. You can’t…...You can’t just love certain parts of me and be disgusted by others you know? I don’t need a friend who can care about me and love me and help me as long as he can forget that I’m an omega….. I need a friend who can love every jagged, broken , part of me. Who can call out people who talk bullshit at me , who can look someone in the eye and tell them they’re wrong when they’re calling me names and that’s not who you are……. You’re not it.” I snapped.

Jungkook looked stricken, reaching out to hold me and I stepped away, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Heejin, you’re right … I’ll talk to her… I’ll…” He began but I shook my head.

“Whatever. Just don’t call me a friend. We can’t be friends. Let’s just be what we always were , yeah? A big fucking mistake that never should have happened.”

I stormed out of the door, shaking.

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“What do you mean, there are no flights available for today?” I snapped. “Tell them money isn’t an issue. I need to get out of this place right now.”

Minho looked incredibly stricken, hair messy from how often he’d run his fingers through.

“ We just arrived seven hours ago, Hee. Of course there’s no flight yet…. We can stay another day…attend the dinner and-“

“No.” I snapped. “ Absolutely not. I’m not here because they find my art good or worth putting up. I’m here because they know the alphas around here will want to pay more , to pour in more cash for a chance with me.” I held the embossed booklet up, waving it in his face.

“Heejin…” He protested but I shook my head.

“ Did you see the cost to get into my pane ?. Extra ….for alphas? And yet…apparently they had to pre book it and its filled? You think any of the lecherous bastards who paid money to see me , gives a shit about my art? And apparently, there’s a meet and greet, for alphas only if they purchase seven or more paintings worth over 10000 Euros. Do you think, that’s what I’m worth?”

Minho looked down at his shoes, ashamed.

“I .. I’m sorry, Hee. You’re right. Its offensive . And an insult to your art and talent. We shouldn’t have come here, you’re right. And I regret it… But just… give me a few hours, yeah? I’ll find a way to get us out of here….”

I exhaled sharply, exhaustion weighing heavy on my head. I felt like I’d taken a pounding, physically and mentally and I wondered how a day that had started so well, could go so wrong, so fast…

Shaking my head, I trudged wearily to the elevator, knocking on the buttons before sagging against the wall, letting my eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook was dating.

Jungkook was dating. His girlfriend thought I was a slut and here I was about to prove her right.

I wanted to slit someone’s throat.

Sighing, I watched the door slide open, grabbing my keys out of my bag, and moving to the suite. I opened the door before making a beeline for the bed. I collapsed on the soft duvet, groaning. I was torn between wanting to call Taehyung to yell at him about Jungkook and calling Minho to demand an update on the flights.

I was spared the dilemma when the phone in the room rang. Groaning, I moved to swat at the phone, turning on the speaker.

“Ms. Kim? There’s a Mr. Jeon here to see you?”

I blinked, feeling disbelief swell inside me. Did he not get the hint?

Annoyed, I sat up.

“Send him up.” I said, in no mood to go all the way down to see him.

“Up?” She sounded surprised, “ To your room?”

“Yes. To my room. Is that a fucking problem?” I growled, annoyed.

“Not at all Ms. Kim. He’ll be right up.”

I got out of bed, shrugging off my jacket and taking off my dress as well. It was a little damp because I’d sweated through the fabric. I grabbed one of my oversized t shirts , slipping it on and moving to open the door before retreating back to the inner room. Feeling annoyed, I walked up to the vanity and grabbed the hair brush, running the bristles through my locks. I heard his footsteps outside and stiffened.

“If you’re here to defend your shitty girlfriend, you can just leave Jungkook. I swear to God, I’ve had enough of this.” I shouted. He didn’t reply and my hackles rose.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I said something harsh-“ I froze when I reached the doorway, staring at the man in front of me. He had a large , almost humongous bouquet of wild orchids and roses in his hand and I stared at his face.

This was definitely not Jungkook.

“Umm… hi.” The man bowed awkwardly, his gaze going straight to my legs, where my t shirt ended, just a couple of inches past my waist. I felt the blood rush to my face.

“Who are you…Get out !!!” I shouted, horrified, diving for my jacket and holding it up against my bare thighs. The man held both his hands up, eyes wide..

“I’m sorry… I… you said I could come up to your room….” He protested and I scowled, confused.

“What? “ I stared, stunned… “ Who…what?”

“I’m Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo. I’m uh….one of the sponsors for this festival. And a fan. Huge fan.” He was staring at me beseechingly and I felt my head begin to throb.

The sheer relentlessness of this day…..

“I… Mr. Jeon…” So weird, God, “ There’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not…. I thought you were someone else.”

“Jungkook yes…your ex husband, right? You were married to him for six months after he lost his wife….. He’s also one of the artists exhibiting their work here.” He nodded quickly, running long fingers through thick glossy hair, lips parting in a hesitant smile and I stared at him.

“How do you know all that? ” I demanded, heart pounding. He immediately held his hands up again.

“I’m sorry… I sound like a stalker, shit. But Trust me I’m not. I just am a huge fan.. I looked up some stuff about you….before.” He shuffled a bit awkwardly, finally looking up at me.

I tried to catch his scent. No scent to speak of. A beta then. Relaxing just a bit, I swallowed. At least I wasn’t in any immediate danger. But still, I had no intention of letting him see me in nothing but a t shirt. Embarrassed, I gripped the jacket tighter.

“Why are you here?” I demanded angrily, taking in his appearance. He didn’t look like a hoodlum or someone dangerous. He was good looking, dressed in a white t shirt and black Jacket over plain black slacks. His shoes looked expensive and I didn’t miss the shiny Rolex on his wrist either,.

“Well, for one thing I own the Hotel.” He chuckled and that made my stomach turn. “And also like I said, I’m one of the main sponsors for the Festival itself.”

“Right.” I was too disoriented to process this, head throbbing. “Of course. Is there a reason why you wanted to see me?”

“I was downstairs…just now… I couldn’t help but overhear you with your agent. You wanted to leave as soon as possible. To pull out of the event and I’m just here to try and change your mind, Ms. Kim.” He smiled earnestly and I realized he was really quite young.

I sighed.

“Could you… Could you wait outside? I want to put some clothes on before we talk any further.” I said tiredly and he bowed quickly.

“Uh… These…I’ll just leave these here.” He placed the large bunch of flowers on the table before quickly leaving the room and I swore, racing to the suitcase in the corner. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on hastily and zipping myself up before glancing at the mirror again. This would have to do.

I moved to the door and opened it, finding him right there, looking lost.

“I… come in, please.” I said hesitantly and he bowed again, moving in and waiting for me to close the door and take a seat on the couch, before sinking into an arm chair across from me.

“Did you see the itinerary? It doesn’t get more sexualized than this.” I waved the booklet and he flushed.

“I understand you’re upset about … certain things. I’m sorry that you feel objectified , in the festival. It wasn’t the intention I had when I first told Hyorin and the others that I wanted them to invite you. But , I’ve been busy the past month, and I didn’t go over the complete agenda. If I did, I definitely would have made sure that you were treated with just as much respect as the others. Unfortunately, there’s not much I can do now, but I’ve had a word with all of the panelists and also the hosts. We won’t entertain any question or comments of a sexual nature and if anyone tries to insinuate anything , I’ll have them removed from the panel myself. “ He said firmly.

“I’m only here because you told me you would exhibit my mother’s works too.” I said sharply and he bowed.

“ Your mother’s works are just as exquisite and I’ve arranged for them to be displayed right at the center of the arena, with a running slide show of her childhood , her art technique and the great love she had for her daughter.” He said firmly.

I could only stare. He sounded incredibly sincere and there was no mistaking the earnestness in his tone.

“I’m….” I bit my lips, “ Listen, Mr. Jeon, I’m flattered but honestly, I never wanted to be here. I… there was … something else that made me want to come and well, that turned out to be a huge mistake. To be honest, I’m not sure if I have it in me to suffer through days of people treating me like I’m some kind of sex crazed bimbo.” I shook my head.

“how about this.? You let me be your date for tonight and you let me display your work, today at the dinner itself. I’ll be right by your side. And then, I’ll have my private jet on standby and we can fly back to Korea. You deserve the spotlight, Heejin and I want people to see how good you are at what you do. I don’t care if I lose money over this… As long as you’re comfortable. ”

I gawked at him, stunned.

“Private Jet?” I choked out. “ Okay, now I’m genuinely concerned.”

He laughed.

“I’m a Hotelier, and I have properties all over the world and I like to inspect them personally most of the time. Its more practical to have a private jet than to try and align my schedules with everyone else.” He smiled.

“Right. Convenient.” I shook my head. “ I’m no stranger to excessive wealth, Mr. Jeon and trust me, it’s always left a sour taste in my mouth.”

“I don’t flaunt my wealth, Ms. Kim. These clothes? Got them on the streets of Florence. I drive a Mazda. Wealth has no meaning to me. People do. People like you, who bring beauty into the world with their craft. You’ve made my world beautiful and I just want to repay , in some way.” He smiled, “ Also, You’re very beautiful.” He added and then immediately looked away. “ I’m sorry. That was… dumb . I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

Endeared against my own wishes, I found myself fighting a small smile.

“Just tonight’s dinner?” I asked quietly.

“Just the dinner party.” He assured me quickly.

“Alright. But I’m not getting into any private Jet. My agent will book me tickets and I’ll find my way back to Korea.”

“As you wish. I’ll pick you up at seven. What color is your dress?” He asked casually and I blinked.

“Uh… Wine red? I guess? Why?”

He grinned, looking boyishly handsome.

“I’ll see you at seven, Ms. Kim.”

He bowed, before pausing by the bouquet. He grabbed a couple of flowers, holding them up for me to see.

“Daffodils and Lilacs.” He grinned, “ To finding something new to love. And to new beginnings.”

Wow.

Subtle.

I shook my head, momentarily forgetting all about Jungkook as I grinned all the way back to the bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I told you… coming with me will earn you major points.” Wonwoo smirked as he pulled me in by my waist , holding my dress up for me as I stared at the sleek black limousine at the Hotel entrance. I watched as he held my wrist gently, latching a string of sterling silver and red rubies around the delicate curve of it.

“This is too lavish…I don’t want this…Who are you?” I demanded, flushing because of the way the flashes went off in every direction, reporters scrambling when they caught sight of him. He was clearly popular, if the number of photos being clicked were any indication. I regretted everything.

Wonwoo pressed a kiss to my wrists, right near the bracelet and gently placed my palm on the curve of his elbow, leading me over to the car and I watched the chauffeur open the door for us.

“ Someone who can get anyone here fired. Be careful , sweetheart.” I watched in mute horror as he bent low, picking up the hem of my skirt so I wouldn’t trip, while climbing into the limousine. The reporters began whispering excitedly and more flashes went off . My face completely red, I hastened to climb in.

“These people look at you like you’re some kind of King.” I stared out of the tinted windows seeing the sheer multitude of people and Wonwoo chuckled.

“ That’s because I am. At least for tonight. And that’s why I’m the perfect guy to protect you Heejin. They’re all terrified of me.” He winked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jungkook found me, fifteen minutes into the event. I hung by the large archway, near an alcove, sipping champagne and nibbling on some hors d’oeuvre as people threw glances at me. I noticed the conspicuous lack of a date on his arm and straightened, sighing and bracing myself for more unpleasantness as he picked his way through the crowd, eyes trained on me.

“Can we talk?” He said, the minute he was at hearing distance and I exhaled.

“No.” I said casually and he made a noise of impatience.

“Fucking, hell Heejin..just…” He swore again, looking upset. “ Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me huh?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“What do I want from you? Oh, fuck off Jungkook. I want nothing from you.” I snapped, turning on my heel, ready to leave but his hand shot out, gripping me right above my elbow, fingers curling in hard.

“Fuck.. listen. I don’t know what she said to you. I .. I’m sorry if she offended you…. Alright? She’s an alpha… I can’t change the way she thinks…”

“I didn’t ask you to. I merely said that if you associate yourself with people who think I’m scum, I won’t let you into my life. Because I respect myself too much for that.” I said firmly.

“She doesn’t think you’re scum, Heejin come on. She just has some misconceptions about certain things.”

“God, Jungkook…just stop. Alright? Stop. Because I’m not asking you do anything. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow morning and you’ll never see me again. That’s all there is to it.”

He froze at that, fingers curling harder around my arm and it hurt, the skin turning red. Stupid fucker, never knew his own strength.

“Ow, Jungkook let go.” I whispered, and he did, albeit reluctantly.

I rubbed at the bruised skin, furious. I watched as the redness healed over, the pain fading to a throb and then into a pleasant heat and I hated it. Hated that being an omega meant that Jungkook’s rough touch turned to pleasure on my skin.

“What do you mean you’re leaving tomorrow? The Festival is for two weeks.”

I sighed.

“I didn’t come here for the festival. I came here to see you. To see if you were as hung up on me as I was on you…but apparently not.” I snapped.

Jungkook went perfectly still at that.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

“Wow. You really never even considered it huh? Us? Together.?” It wasn’t funny at all, but I could only laugh. Probably because I’d been so sure.. So certain that there was something there.

He opened his mouth to answer but I felt a warm solidness behind me, an arm wrapping around my waist and a second later, Wonwoo was there pressing up against me.

“Jungkook-ssi… Such a pleasure to meet you.” He held his hand out, and Jungkook frowned, his eyes trained on where wonwoo’s fingers curled around my waist.

“Get your hands off her.” He said shortly and Wonwoo blinked, pulling away from me and stepping back .

“What the-? No. Fuck you.” I snapped, glaring at Jungkook before grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and bringing it back around me. “Don’t you fucking dare take your hands off.” I held my finger up at his face and Wonwoo looked momentarily stunned.

“Really, Heejin? You’re doing this?” Jungkook glared at me. “ We need to talk.”

“So talk.” I snapped. “ Tell me why you think a bigoted bitch is the best you can do in terms of dating. Tell me why she’s the only one who can ‘ understand’ “ I made air quotes, shaking my head, “ You think you and your shitty have monopoly on grief Jungkook? I’ve lost people too. Just because I haven’t screwed other people over because of it, doesn’t make my grief invalid….yeah.”

Ringing silence followed and I regretted everything.

“Fuck.” I whispered, shaking my head. “ I .. Shit. I need to get out of here.”

I pulled away from Wonwoo, moving out of the huge ballroom and Jungkook was right behind me, of course he was.

“Heejin…fuck. Wait. You’re right. I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t understand me. Of course you did. Its why you stuck around… I know that. And you’re right, she had no business talking about you like that. I’ll have a word with her… But…”

I sped up, wanting to get away but he grabbed me again, tugging me closer out of the hall way and into a darkened alcove and I flinched when he pushed me up against the wall, caging me in, as he pressed in closer.

“What did you mean by that?” He demanded, hands coming up to grip my waist, curling gently and my chest heaved at the touch of him, the enclosed space making his scent turn potent, strong and impossible to avoid. My nostril flared as I breathed him in, familiar and yet so foreign, comforting and yet so fucking dangerous.

“By what?” I snapped and his hands moved up, shaping the curves of my body , thumb grazing the tip of my breast and making me jump, before moving up, gripping my face, gently. He pressed his thumb into my lower lip, rubbing back and forth, face impossibly close and I swallowed, throat sandpaper dry.

“About us? Together….” He breathed and I exhaled shakily.

“You know what I meant.” I whispered. “ If you don’t then I can’t explain it.” I whispered and he swore, head dropping against mine, forehead resting against mine, and lips less than a hairsbreadth away.

We’ve never kissed, I thought suddenly. I licked my lips, turning my face away but his fingers gripped my chin at once, yanking me around to stare at him again.

“Look at me, baby. Tell me… You thought about us together?” He whispered .

I breathed shakily.

“Of course I did…. “ I snapped.

“Then clearly therapy isn’t working for you.” He snapped right back and I flinched.

“What-“

Jungkook pulled away staring at me.

“ Do you even remember all the shit I did to you?” He asked quietly. My stomach dropped.

“Jungkook.”

“I broke your ribs.” He said calmly. I swallowed.

“That.. That was an accident. You didn’t mean to.” I protested. “ And we’re past all that… I don’t… I don’t blame you for it.” I said, which was honest enough.

“And what about the nights I got drunk, Heejin….” He said softly and my skin went cold.

“That… That was just… It was just an outlet for your grief… “ I looked away and he scoffed.

“You’re calling it an outlet for grief. I believe the world calls it rape.”

I felt my entire body shiver at the word , moving up to wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him close but he was stiff as a board.

“ Don’t” I snapped. “ Don’t …. Its over…it’s in the past.”

“It was still me. I was the one who did it and I can’t… I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

I pulled away to glare at him.

“So , what? You won’t give us a chance because of something I’ve already forgiven you for?”

“Yes.” He said shortly. “ Because you may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven myself.”

I felt my body sag in disbelief.

“Jungkook that’s-“

“You deserve better. You always have. I’m not… I don’t deserve someone like you Heejin. You’re kind and breathtaking and I’m just… a broken mess of a man who’s barely getting by.”

“Oh, right… So broken.” I scoffed. “ You’re on the front page of magazines, you have a successful career and a beautiful girlfriend,,,,forgive me if I’m not breaking my heart over your failures.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily before looking up at me.

“ You wanna know the truth about me, Heejin-ah?” He swallowed. “ I just got out of rehab last week.”

I went still.

“What?” I was sure I’d misheard.

“I… I came here and about a month or so in…I started drinking again…” He glanced away and my heart turned over inside me.

“Jungkook, what?” I demanded, horrified.

“I got drunk and got into an argument with a cop. I hit him. They found out I was a single father and-“ He shook his head, “ I got arrested for disorderly conduct , Public intoxication and assault.”

I stared at him in disbelief, unable to keep the disappointment out of my tone.

“ Arrested for assault... Jungkook why?” I breathed and he flushed.

“I know…. It was stupid.. I… I was stupid.” He said softly. “Soeun isn’t a baby sitter. She’s a social worker. She’s here to keep an eye on me because they want to make sure I’m not a threat to Mina. If I slip up, they’ll deport me back home and then the state will likely take her away from me. Soeun likes me….so she agreed to lie to you ……And as for the girlfriend…” He laughed, shaking his head, “ Hyorin broke up with me after I got arrested. We’re not… We’re not dating. She was only there to get some prints for the panel tomorrow.” He finished shakily.

I stared at him.

“Why?” I demanded . “ Why would you lie to me… Jungkook ….”

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was a screw up.” He said shakily. “ I know I’m supposed to be getting better and I have but… But sometimes I just…I miss…. I miss home. “ He shuddered. “ And you.” He looked up at me. “ I miss you a lot, Heejin and it hurts and I feel like the only way I can forget about you…about us together is if I drink. And I’m sorry. I know I don’t have the right to miss you, not after everything I put you through but I… it’s how I feel. ” He glanced away, trembling a little.

I wrapped my arms around myself, stepping away, feeling myself go cold.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, both of us staring at the floor lost in our own thoughts. I felt drained. Miserably so. Like someone had sucked all the strength out of me. I realized how badly I had wanted Jungkook to be okay. To heal and be himself again. And I’d spent the last nine months, fully convinced that he was. That he was doing what he loved, bonding with his daughter building a life for himself.

But apparently, he was also spiraling back into addiction as well.

It was like we were back in that apartment, both of us miserable but desperate to be something we clearly were not : Okay.

“Does Taehyung know?” I asked finally and Jungkook hesitated before nodding.

“He was at my court hearing three weeks ago. He’s the reason I haven’t already lost her.” Jungkook whispered.

“What did he say?”

“He thinks I should come back to Korea.” Jungkook said quietly. “ He wants me to start therapy again with him. Every week. “

I nodded.

“Fair enough. And what do you think?”

“I think I will. My probation ends in three days. I’ll… I’ll start making arrangements afterwards. I’ll probably be back in a few weeks time. ”

I stared at him, finally seeing the things I hadn’t noticed this morning. The shadows beneath his eyes, the worry lines on his brow. I wondered if he would have ever told me the truth, if not for this little confrontation between us.

Silence descended again and I bit my lips, a million thoughts running through my head. I felt the pull of his scent through it all, an instinctive urge to reach out and touch and draw him close and I wondered if this was it. That for the rest of our lives we would just be drawn to each other, reluctant and hurt but unable to stay away.

“You’re leaving tomorrow then?” He asked quietly breaking through the fog in my head.

“Well obviously not.” I snapped. “ I’m not leaving you. I’ll tell Minho, we’ll be staying here for a few weeks. Do you actually have a possible job back home? If you don’t I can ask my agent to find one for you….”

Jungkook was staring at me like I’d grown an extra head.

“ What?” I asked roughly.

He swallowed.

“No.. I .. I don’t have a job there.”

“We’ll get you one. And my apartment is big enough so you can stay with me till we find you a place of your own. And I think it’ll actually be good for you, because there’s a Fine Art photographer, pretty well know guy who stays just a few blocks away and e can probably- “

“You haven’t really changed have you?” Jungkook cut me off in the middle of my rambling .

I flushed, looking away.

“What do you mean?”

“Back when we were married… it was just like this.. I’d fuck up and do something awful and you’d just take it all in stride, get ready to help me out of it….”

“I don’t know what you mean…” I said quickly, “ Let’s go back to the party we’ll talk later-“

He grabbed both my arms, pulling me back to face him when I tried to get past him and I yelped, staring up at him in surprise.

“What?” I demanded. “ What is it now?”

“How do you do this thing, Heejin ?” He asked roughly. “ How do you just get ready to clean up every fucking mess I make like it doesn’t hurt you? Like I don’t hurt you?”

“What are you talking about?” I tried to wriggle out of his hold but he tugged me closer.

“How do you just…” He shook his head, “ accept me so unconditionally? Like… Its like no matter what I do, you’re just willing to look past it and I don’t fucking understand Heejin… why do you put up with me, damn it?”

I stared right at him. Caught his gaze and held it, refusing to look away.

“You know why.” I whispered, licking my lips, throat dry, “ And if you don’t…. I’m not going to tell you.”

His eyes widened , lips parting and he exhaled sharply, before letting me go and stepping away.

He looked away, shaking a little and I sighed.

“Let’s just get this night over with, yeah?” I said quietly. “ and then we’ll talk.”

He didn’t reply, merely standing aside and motioning for me to leave first.

I shook my head, moving to grip his arm instead.

“Together.” I said firmly. “ We’ll get this night over with, together.”

Author’s Note : i love these two. i’ve never wanted two people to be together so much.

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Eyes Forward

Summary: Let's face it, long haired Chris is irresistible. So you take your chances.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f to m), handjob, rimming (f to m), LONG HAIRED CHRIS, fluff 🥺 this gif can absorb me 🥵.

Watching the two beautiful brown skinned goddesses grind and makeout on the screen, you couldn't help the puddle forming in your panties. This wasn't the first time you and your buddy Christopher have watched explict films together. In fact, it was one of you guys' favorites genres.

You and Chris had found a show called 'The Wire', which has a 9.3 rating on IMDB. A rating that high on such a stingy app had to be good. A sex scene between the two women had arrived, which threw you both off because of how unfiltered it was. But you weren't complaining. Neither was Chris.

He was fixated on the TV, watching the view before him, a boner visibly formed through his grey sweats. Trying to adjust himself, he fails as he gets distracted again by the close up of them.

Getting a sudden burst of bravery, you maneuver your left hand onto his bulge and rub it in a slow motion. He whips his head at you, puzzled, but somehow absentmindedly grinding himself onto your hand.

You put your index finger to your mouth and point back to the screen with a small smirk. He follows your silent orders without protest. It's not like he could form words at the moment anyway.

The scene gets more intense as the woman straddling Sonja, the actress, breasts show on the screen and she takes them both in her mouth. Chris sucks in a breath, which is quickly covered with a cough as you add pressure to his covered length. You let a giggle escape from your pressed lips.

You turn your body so your front is fully facing his right side and switch hands, laying your right one back on his pants and your left around his neck.

"Y/N..", he says through gritted teeth.

"Shh and keep your eyes foward." You nibble on his ear and squeeze him to affirm your instructions. Moving your lips down to his neck, planting long but soft kisses, he groans, thrusting himself up in your grip. Getting at his hints, you push your hand inside his pants and slowly smooth a soft but firm way down his shaft. It almost shocked you how long it took your fingertips to reach the head.

You look up at Chris and his eyes are slowly closing so you squeeze him in your hand. He shoots his eyes open and looks at you.

"Do not close your eyes. Keep them open and watch the TV" you command in a rather stern voice. "Don't they look amazing?" He nods his head in agreement.

"The one with the short hair has beautiful tits." You smile because he's absolutely right.

"Yes, she does. Look at the way she's sucking them." As you comment on the scene, you rub your hand up and down his cock as much as possible, but grow frustrated with the restriction of his clothes. "Take your pants off."

He moves to shove his jeans down and kicks his feet out the holes. Getting a better view, he is well endowed. You take both hands and stroke him. He can't help but watch, but the scene is over so you don't scold him.

"You like that baby?" You coax him, moving a little faster. You both make eye contact and he breathlessly lets out a 'yes'. You bit your lip and smile. Catching him off guard, you dip your head down and take him in your mouth.

He maneuvers his right hand onto your ass, giving it a squeeze. You moan around him, making him groan and thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly you pull back. He quickly gets worried.

"What's wrong?" You cup his cheek.

"Oh nothing. As much as I love you feeling on my ass, I want you to see me sucking your cock."

With that, you slide off the couch and on your knees in between his legs. He sighs, appeased and adjusting himself so he could get the perfect view.

"Hope you weren't worried there." You joke, smiling and winking at him. He grins, shaking his head. He's still rock solid and throbbing when you grab his cock again and sliding your mouth back on it.

After bobbing your head up and down for some time, you take him out and push his legs further out to drag your tounge from the very bottom, swirling around his tight hole. You let out a hot breath over it, resulting in him letting out a small whimper while you pump him faster.

You move back up, tongue still on him and lick up his wide shaft and take him back in your mouth, finishing him off. A few more seconds and you feel him twitch.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to cum" he groans out. Warm shots of his seed score in your throat and slide down your tongue. Satisfied, you suck up and off him, making sure you collect every drop. You open your mouth, and show him the mess he made in you. He nods with approval.

"Swallow."

You gulp down all the sweet content and smile at him. Getting off your knees, you strip from your clothes, pussy aching from the need to have him inside you. He watches as you remove everything, all your forbidden parts coming into view.

"Like whatcha see, Evans?" You smirk at him.

"Yeah, but I'd like it better if it was inside it." He doesn't have to say any more. You climb on his lap and pull his shirt over his head, ginger locks falling back into place.

"Ya know, I'm really loving this look. You should keep your hair like this." You comb your fingers through his silky hair, mesmerized with it.

"If it makes you do shit like this, I'm just might." He traces his fingers on your thighs and moves them up your hips and on your back, pushing you towards him. Your lips plant on his, moving in perfect motion, not missing one beat.

Mouths staying connected, you grab his cock and meet it with your entrance and sink down slowly to feel it stretch every wall. You suck in a breath and moan, fully seated on him. After getting comfortable, you pull away and start moving on him. Looking in his eyes, you search for his breaking point. The move that's gonna do it for him.

"You like that baby? You like when I bounce on your cock?" His eyes shift almost at your verbal attack. He slaps your ass in response but also a warning. You just grin. It's working.

"Gotdamn Y/N, you're so fucking tight." His face crunches up, head thrown to the cushion of the couch. You squeeze him as a thanks. Workouts pay off.

"A tight, wet pussy and a big ole cock, what'd you expect?" You kind of laugh as you move faster on him. You could feel him touching every spot inside you, that sharp ping of pleasure hitting you everytime you slide back up.

"Fuck, daddy you're gonna make me cum," you whine out, not being able to handle the feeling, like you asserted before. You flatten your palms on his shoulders and try to bounce as fast as you can, but the ecstasy is weakening your ability. Chris takes notice and quickly solves the issue.

Pushing you towards him, he adjusts your knees up a little closer to his hips and grips your ass and starts fucking into you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and drop your head down beside his.

"Mmm Chris that feels so," you let out a whimper when he hits your spot 2 thrusts in a row, "so good."

"Mhm you thought you were the one in control, didn't you sweetheart?" The sound of your ass hitting his thighs accelerates your want to cum. You need it so bad.

"Shoving your hand down my pants, tryna seduce me, but who's the one getting her pretty little hole fucked??" At every word, a thrust gets harder and your mind goes even more blank.

You can't even form words, only adorable tiny noises and moans leaving your vocal box. He grips your waist roughly, not satisfied with your answer.

"You better fucking answer me or I'll stop right now and make you suck me off again and this sweet little pussy won't get to cum." He slaps your sore pussy and you inhale a single, but deadly breath.

"I am! I'm getting my little h-hole fucked," you scream. It was humiliating, but that's what made it more arousing. You tried to be in control, but failing effortlessly once he was deep inside you.

"Good baby. Daddy's fucking this hole way better than anyone else could, so it's only fair that it belong to me now, right?" He looks up at you and grabs your face to look him in the eyes. "This pussy is mine, yeah?"

At this point, fuck it.

"Yes, Daddy my hole belongs to you! All my holes are yours." You could feel that familiar pressure rising in the pit of your stomach as he fucks up in it. You grow excited, but more determined to make it last.

"I'm gonna cum," you moan as he lets your face go, but not breaking eye contact. "Make me cum, Daddy. I wanna cum all over your cock. I want it so bad. More than anything!"

"Just let go, baby. Let go for Daddy." His voice is soft and encouraging. You do as he says and let your orgasm take over your body. He could feel your hot cum spreading all over the head of his cock.

In retaliation, he shortly follows, filling your pussy to the brim, quite more than he ever has before.

"I feel so full." You sigh, content and fulfilled. A dopey smile is on your face and your body is limp. He rubs your back and plants kisses on the side of your face and on your shoulder blade.

"I'm gonna go give you a bath. Alright, bear?" He turns his head, waiting for you to look at him and give the 'ok'. You lift your head.

"Can we just stay here for a little bit longer please?" He kisses your nose and wraps his arms around you, securing you to him.

"Of course." You lie your head back down and close your eyes.

You could get used to this.

I know I said I was gonna finish this a long time ago, but I got distracted per usual 😭 hope you guys liked it 🧡

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE ONE || RYOMEN SUKUNA

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of blood + mention of killing + mention of mass murder (word massacres is mentioned) + mention of death + swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 07 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ next episode : for myself

↳ barista’s notes : to be honest with you guys, this little imagine here is such a mess and i had fun writing it since it have me an excuse to watch the first and a tiny bit of episodes one and two of jujutsu kaisen again ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. all the ‘curse spells’ mentioned in this are related to Bleach (their use of Kido - credits go to: Tite Kubo) so these ain’t my original ideas since i started this at like 11pm on a saturday night.

2. there is some dialogue missing since this is from your perspective as a reader and not Fushiguro’s or Itadori’s

3. as you all know, the storyline isn’t mine, it belongs to Gege Akutami

4. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part two because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

5. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this and i hope you enjoy your free cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

“L/N, are you going to come with us?”

Looking away from the window you were viewing out from, you paused sipping from your carton of orange juice before turning your head to quickly discover two female students looking at you with anticipation in their eyes only for you to look at them in some sort of confusion.

“Come one, don’t tell me you didn’t hear about it? Coach Takagi and Itadori are competing!” one of the girls complained, obviously slightly annoyed at your oblivious nature to the news that was going around the school at this moment in time.

“Competing for?” you then questioned, as you stood straight from your leaning position causing the other female student to then rapidly answer by saying, “Coach is trying to requite Itadori for the nationals, so if he wins then itadori has to join the track club to compete!”

‘Huh? What a drag’

“So do you wanna come to the track field with us to see who is going to win?” the two students asked again in a desperate tone, leading you to look at the window you were previously looking from to see the exact location that they had stated. “I’ll watch from here, it has a higher and wider view, so I would have a better look” you replied, before pointing at the track field that was on the other side of the glass causing the students to look out before nodding.

“We really want to see it up close, so we’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” the first female student asked, leading you to smile and nod at them before seeing them rapidly take off to the track field trying to make sure they arrived before the competition started.

Turning your smile back into a straight line, you turn back to the window that you were looking through before being interrupted while placing your drink’s straw between your lips letting the sweet but citrusy juice flow down your throat. Admiring the view, you decided to let your eyes roam free for a bit to see if there was anything interesting to observe before the supposed ‘competition’ started, which then led you to pause at the sight of the closed rugby field down below.

Coming out of the ground was a horrific creature with four arms before climbing up the pole revealing its large teeth leading you to stare at it with complete boredom as you then mentally took a quick note to exorcise it later when the school closed. However, what also came into your sights was a single male student down before staring at the same curse you were observing causing you to continue analysing the situation.

‘Can he see it? I don’t recall a student here having any curse energy’

From what you could tell, the student had black erratic hair with his hands in his pocket but from what you could see that other’s couldn’t, there was a faint but noticeable aura of curse energy surrounding his body generating a feeling of curiosity but nervousness within your stomach as you place your empty carton away from your lips. Suddenly, the male turned around leading you to have somewhat a clearer view of him, only to discover that he also had a pair of emerald eyes which then made you come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a student from the school. How could he? You could tell this ‘student’, and yourself was the same age meaning you would have at least seen him once or twice down the hallways and there was no new information about a student coming in, if there was, it would have been a buzz.

‘Don’t tell me one of the clans managed to find out about me?’ you anxious thought, leading you to take a short step back ensuring this sorcerer didn’t have a vivid view of you when you did of him. Hearing some cheering, you turned your head to the other side to find a small crowd forming with a metal ball being flung as two students ran out to measure the length between the dip of the sand from the coach indicating to you that the competition had started.

“14 metres!’ the one student shouted, leading to a round of applause from the audience spectating the event. However, from what your ears were managing to pick up, there were cheers for Itadori leading you to wonder if you could recall the classmate they were shouting for.

“Ah~ Itadori Yuji ha?” you rhetorically asked the air around you, not expecting an answer in return. Itadori Yuji was a first-year student like you were, member of the small occult research club with second years Sasaki and Iguchi when he could be in any athletic club if he wanted to. However, understandably you knew some people would rather do something than what their natural talents indicated. Once again, you saw the metal ball being thrown - this time from the pink-haired students - only for it to land that the corner of the football goal, yet what was the shocking thing was that the metal of the goal was bent leading you to look at the sight within widened eye - of course, you knew Itadori was fast and strong but not to the extent of what you had just witnessed.

“Wow, no wonder he was called ‘Tiger of the West Middle’,” you muttered under your breath before quickly reverting your eyes to find the sorcerer you were wary of. Surprisingly, he was now on the track field looking upon the competition mixing well with the other students like a little chameleon. Although, before you could continue to observe the student trying to see what his intentions were, Itadori suddenly ran past him with his large backpack on, only for the erratic-haired sorcerer’s eye to suddenly widen the second they crossed each other leading him to reach out for your classmate. However, there was only dust to be collected as Itadori was suddenly out of reach.

“Just what are you trying to gain, sorcerer? It’s already a drag that you’re here,” you quietly mumbled irritation before turning away from the window you were gazing from to collect your school bag from your classroom since you left it there to not have the burden of carrying it on your shoulder. However, what you didn’t notice was the same sorcerer peering up at the same window you were looking from with perplexity painted on his face.

‘Was someone watching me?’

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“Don’t tell me someone got a hold of that damn finger?” you angrily stated, as you suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure invade the school causing you to wonder if there was anyone within the school with you right now, as you began to increasingly worry about whoever got a hold of the special-grade object that you found a few nights before.

“I put a protective seal on it, who the hell broke it!?” you muttered, as you panicky ran up the stairs trying to follow the presence of the object you were desperately trying to get a hold of before forcibly pushing a door open leading it to smash against the wall as you continued to sprint across the halls.

As you quickly turned the corner, you saw a large curse blocking the path leading you to instinctively flow your curse energy flow to your hand to the tips of your finger as you began to confidently recite the spell you were about to cast after you had finished drawing the symbol with your curse energy in the air.

“Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with the horror and then claw out your own throat! Binding Curse Spell number nine: Geki!” you chanted, leading to a thin light aqua aura of curse energy to surround the curse causing it to become completely paralysed. However, before you could cast another spell to destroy the curse, there was a sudden interruption causing you to look at the person in complete shock as they flew into the corridor from outside the window only for you to discover it was your own classmate.

“Itadori!” you screamed, only for him to grab what seemed like two people away from the curse as it was still immobilised from your spell leading you to turn to the side to find that it was both Sasaki and Iguchi in his arms causing your eye to further widen only for you to be then distracted by the curse being blown away to your direction leading you to use another spell to make sure you were caught in the process.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku,” you hurriedly stated, leading to a large rectangular defensive wall to shield you away from the decapitated parts of the curse as well as the technique being used for it to explode the way it did. Unexpectedly, once the pathway was cleared you suddenly came eye to eye with the sorcerer you were peering down on the track field this afternoon causing a wave of uneasiness to consume your body.

“Who are you?” he questioned leading to the two dogs beside him to growl at you showing their sharp canine that could easily pierce your skin if he commanded them to. Slowly, your hand moved to the hilt of your katana that was hanging horizontally on your back, before quickly coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t difficult to slice the two dogs down if you desired to.

“Shikigamis huh? I should just cut the user down before they could reach me, then they would disappear’

“Oh L/N? What are you doing here?” Itadori asked in shock, leading you and the sorcerer to look at him before the sorcerer suspiciously asked, “you know who she is?”.

“She’s a student at my school, she is in the higher class since she’s smarter than me,” Itadori explained, as he took the time to check on his two club members with a sincere look on his face to then discover that they were unconscious with Sasaki in a decent state with Iguchi in somewhat the same condition but with injuries to his face. Letting your shield gradually disappear, you slowly walked up to your senior as you crouched down to hover a hand over his face letting a flow of curse energy begin to heal his wounds.

“Itadori, how the hell did they get the finger?” you angrily questioned the boy while continuing to heal your upperclassman causing him to look at you in shock - due to your acknowledgement of the object - as he caught the cursed object that slipped out of Sasaki’s pocket once he picked her up in a bridal style.

“How do you know about it?” the sorcerer then asked, only to be quickly silenced when you gave him a heated glare only for itadori to then explain that he was the one that picked it up for them since they wanted to sneak back into the school to unwrap the talisman for research for the occult club leading an irk to appear on your forehead. “Wasn’t there like a talisman paper placed on the door? You know like those like sheet of paper with Ancient Japanese writing painted on it?” you asked in a stern tone as you completed the healing process only for itadori to give you a questionable look.

“There was a hint of paper being there, but it seemed like it was ripped off,” itadori answered wearily, leading you to look up at him with enlarged eyes as you let out a breath of complete shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIPPED OFF?” you screamed as you rushed to your feet before grabbing the collar of his classic yellow jumper. From what you could recall, there was no possible way for the seal to be completely ripped off by the hands of a normal person, not even a simple sorcerer could even go through the barrier you had placed on it leading you to turn to the sorcerer, who was looking at the argument that was occurring right in front of his face.

“Was it you? No, from what I can see, you ain’t even a high enough grade to even go through it...Ah shit,” you cursed as you let go of Itadori’s collar before beginning to try to think of all the possibilities that could have happened that led to this accident.

“So, is this it Fushiguro?” Itadori asked the sorcerer, completely ignoring you as you were in a state of shock and confusion on what was going on. “Yeah, that’s the special-grade curse object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger,” the sorcerer confirmed with Itadori as he then quickly mentioned, “it’s a miracle that it didn’t get swallowed, thanks to L/N curse technique back there.”

‘Fushiguro huh? Not Zenin, that’s a relief’

“Why would anything eat it? Does it taste good?” Itadori asked in curiosity, leading you and Fushguro to look at the boy with a questionable look on both your faces.

“Don’t be stupid,” you and Fushiguro simultaneously stated causing both of you to look at each other in shock before you then explained, “you’d do it to gain stronger curse energy. It’s dangerous, so hand it over to Fushiguro, it’s best to have him keep hold of it since the seal I placed was broken.”

“Sure, sure,” Itadori casually said, as he outstretched his hand to pass the finger to Fushiguro. However, before the sorcerer could take the object away from Itadori’s gasp, a large hand began to reach down below the two people causing you to look up in fear before instinctively pushing the two boys away from the area it was trying to target.

“RUN!” you screamed, before the ceiling crashed down between both of you, leaving you completely alone and vulnerable as the dust invaded your sights. In a panic, you swiftly grabbed the hilt of your katana to release the blade from its casing revealing an all-black weapon your hands, but once the smoked clear you found Fushiguro trapped in the hands of the curse before being forcibly through to the concrete wall causing a few hints of blood escaping from his mouth, to which lead to the two dogs that were protecting Itadori as well as the two second-year to disappear.

‘Shadows? Don’t tell me…’

However, before you could even complete your sudden thought, there was a sudden flash of lights blinding you before the whole side of the school to be destroyed along with Fushiguro, who was thrown across. In a state of terror, you rushed outside before using your speed to jump up the height needed before stabbing back of the curse’s head with your katana before quickly retreating back, leaving it there as the curse screeched in pain while preparing another curse spell to use to finish off the monstrosity.

“Destructive Curse Spell number seventy-three: Soren Soka-” you screamed, but you were interrupted once you suddenly found Itadori aggressively punch the curse’s head leading Fushiguro, who was laying down on the ground with blood pouring down his face to angrily shout, “Itadori! Why can’t you understand to take those two and run?!”.

“You’re in big trouble yourself!” Itadori screamed back, before being swung around as he then suddenly was being dragged along the metal railings of the balcony before his body was then swung into the air.

“Only curses can exorcise other curses! You can’t beat it!” Fushiguro argued back, only for this attempt to fall on death’s ears as itadori continued to fight against the curse as he masterfully dodged its attacks before playing his own as he kicked its ruby eye.

“Besides, I have my own troublesome curse already!” Itadori declared, causing you to look at your classmate in complete annoyance since you didn’t have a single clue on what he was rabbling about. As of right now, all you were wondering was where the cursed finger was since the last time you had seen it was in Itdori’s possession.

Suddenly, before you realised it, the mentioned cursed object had slipped out of Itadori’s grasp causing you to quickly stand up on your feet to jump across the cure to reach it. On the other hand, it seemed like the curse was blocking your way by how it used both its arms to capture Itadori leading to the student to jump as high as he could to catch the finger by the grip of his teeth.

“You idiot!” you screamed, as you tried to concentrate your curse energy to flow to your palms as your katana was still within the curse’s head. “Hand it over to me or you'll be eaten, too!” Fushiguro yelled in a panic as he finally got up on his feet to chase after the wanted object.

Slowly, you raised your right hand before using your index finger to use it as a guide to where to aim your next spell at the finger without damaging your schoolmate in the process. “Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho,” you quickly chanted leading to a small amount of curse energy in a concentrated manner to shoot from the tip of your index finger, yet before it even had the chance to hit the finger away from Itadori’s teeth, he threw thing finger up in the air using the force of his head leading your curse spell to be a futile attempt.

“There is a way to save everyone! I just need some cursed energy right. Fushiguro, L/N?!” Itadori cried out, leading you to again attempt to shoot the cursed finger away from where you assumed Itadori wanted it to go, while Fushiguro looked upon the situation in complete fear of what was going to happen.

“Don’t..Don’t do it!” Fushiguro shouted in a hostile tone, only for Itadori to swallow the special-grade cursed object causing you and the other sorcerer to look at the scene in complete disbelief.

‘He’s going to die, that’s a deadly poison..but...there’s a one in a million chance’

Suddenly, the arms of the curse disintegrated into small particles of flesh before Itadori landed on his feet, only for the curse to attempt to attack the salmon-hair boy again, leading to being completely destroyed with a single wing of an arm to which caused your katana, which was stuck within the flesh of the curse, to fly into the air before landing with a loud ‘clunk’.

Yet, that wasn’t your main concern.

Your feet were glued to the ground as you looked upon the sight right in front of you. Fushiguro was staring at the same scene with dread flooding his green eyes as Itadori was now covered with the black markings of what you both come to know from basic jujutsu knowledge.

‘Y/N dear, I’m so sorry for putting you through this, if Sukuna ever comes into this era, it is your duty as a sorcerer and the only offspring of the L/N clan to exorcise him, promise me that please?’

‘Why.....why did you have to die mother?’

“Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh,” ‘Itadori’ declared, as he then processed to rip his yellow hoodie in excitement before brisking his flesh to the moonlight that was shining right above him. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!” ‘Itadori’ questioned before jumping onto the railings as he continued his speech, “what a wonderful era to be in, women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvellous! It’ll be a massacre!”

Without the acknowledgement of who you deemed to be Sukuna and Fushiguro, you slowly raised your right hand with an open palm as you began to whisper another curse spell to make the exorcism a little easier for you, “Binding Curse Spell number sixty-three: Sajo Sabaku''. As you closed your palm, there was a sudden manifestation of a yellow electrified chain being created as it loosely surrounded the King of Curse before tightly securing its place around his body.

“Ah-” Sukuna said in surprise before taking a step back from the balcony to observe the yellow chains that encaptured him. “L/N!” Fushiguro shouted as he looked at you with widened eyes surprised at how you figured out how to retain him so fast.

‘At this rate, he should be somewhat easier to exorcise, Itadori has only one finger within his system, it’s going to be okay right?’

However, before you could even comprehend what to do next as your tactic you suddenly heard a change in tone of voice. “What do you think you’re doing with my body?” Sukuna asked, only for you to realise that it was Itadori who was speaking at this moment in time, “give it back”.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna questioned his vessel back, as he was in pure confusion on how the human still maintained some control of his body. “I mean, it’s my body,” itadori answered back, only causing you more confusion on what was going on since Sukuna’s markings were still visible to his body.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human,” Fushiguro stated in a serious tone, as he crouched down before moving his hand in front of him as he processed to make fists.

“Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” Fushiguro announced, causing you to look at him with surprise painted upon your face. However, since you were beginning to lose a certain amount of curse energy, your chains slowly began to disappear leading Itadori’s hands to now more freely while Fushiguro’s worries about you begin to increase.

“Wait, really. I‘m just fine!” Itadori stated in innocence, as he raised his now-free hands as if he was surrendering to the sorcerer while his markings began to fade gradually. “More importantly, you and I are both pretty beat up, let’s go to a hospital,” Itadori declared as he was worried for the male right in front of him. On the other hand, you suddenly realise that there were shadows slowly swirling around Fushiguro leading to your assumption earlier to be true.

‘Fushguro is a Zenin...I..have….to’

“What’s the situation?”

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation on the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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mrskurono · 3 years

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Schweiden Sex Education: Intercourse || Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Tags: mention of insecurities, vaginal penetration, slight size kink, soft sex, creampie, sex bruh

Character(s): Wakatoshi Ushijima (hq)

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: this will be the final installment of this mini series, ngl it ended up more popular and more touchy feely than I thought it would. thank you everyone for reading <3

part (1) (2)

inter·course /ˈin(t)ərˌkôrs/

noun; sexual contact between individuals involving penetration

“Do you hate her?”

Ushijima blinked a handful of times at the voice going unregistered to him. Korai of course had to repeat himself.

“Do you hate our manager or something?” The second to newest Schweiden member craned his neck around to look at the same lady talking with the captain, “I mean...even since I started last season it seems like it but I dunno, do you just hate her or something?”

No longer the new guys, Ushijima still felt confused on what his teammate meant, “Why would you say that? I’ve never said that.”

Korai shrugged. White haired man taking the ball from his bigger mates grasp and chucking the volleyball at the real newbie coming into the gym when Tobio arrived. Korai gut laughed when the dark haired man didn’t catch it and only wasted a little more time before wiping at his eyes to look back at Ushijima with what he’d just said, “You spend so much time staring at her. Thought maybe you hated it her since never talked to her.”

Ushijima’s brows pinched in the middle with the deepest furrow, “I never said I hated anyone.”

Once more with a shrug Korai figured he’d drop it, “Well man, if you don’t hate her. You must have one hell of a crush on her then.”

The word rung in his head when you said it.

Sex.

You were naked under him. Rightfully so after his first attempt to bring you, or any woman, to an orgasm. He should feel proud if not a little smug. All he felt was nervous.

“Ok....sex,” You inhaled deeply now that most of your senses was collected. The real thing felt a lot different than your own hand and the same scenario being lit up on the tiny screen of your phone. Slight tingle from that orgasm you were wondering if you had been that hard up for a hook up. Dashing that from your mind you refocus on the Schweiden player before you, “I mean...I guess there’s not a lot to say about it. I’m sure you’ve seen porn or Korai I’m pretty sure played something off of Pornhub in the locker room at least once.”

That light anecdote didn’t seem to tear the man’s concentration away from you. Leaving you to wiggle a bit and get higher up on the bed. Thinking maybe he was going to follow. Ushijima remained staring at you with that all too familiar look on his face. A look you recall years worth of seeing from across the gyms at practice.

Without warning it dawns on you, maybe he doesn’t actually want to have sex with you. A feeling nothing short of claustrophobic when it hits you. The tingle you’ve felt since the locker room fizzles out with vigor. You’re exposed. Silly. Regretful. Suddenly to recount your words.

“I mean-” You stumble over words falling from your lips while looking up at him and trying to cover some part of you, “We don’t have to- Um Ushiwa- Uh Ushijima- I uh it’s fine if you don’t want to we can just forget this-”

“I don’t hate you.”

The slur of words from your mouth catch. His surprising you more. You stop trying to cover yourself with what little blanket you can up root. Instead your brows furrow uncharacteristically at him at the foot of the bed.

“What?”

Olive eyes dropping from you it’s the first time since he joined three years ago that you saw him actually break eye contact first. You’re nothing short of surprised when Ushijima, still naked, sits back on the edge of the bed. Easing up on the need to cover yourself. You realize he’s talking about something entirely different.

Brows pinched together you ask again what he meant. Crawling towards him now. Kneeling beside him unsure if you should lay a hand on him or something. His face seems complacent like normal but with the way he sounded. It just didn’t sound right to you.

Ushijima lifts his gaze to meet your naked body right next to his. Of course he couldn’t tear them away from your form before him. All those times he’d stared at you over the years. Only now realizing he’d been trying to think what you looked like in this exact light.

“...I...Korai thought I hated you,” He confesses in the weirdest manner. Finding the one thing he couldn’t take his eyes off of wasn’t your naked body. But your face, “I don’t....I never did. I just- I think I love you and it might have been my fault if I-”

Cut off directly by the feeling of your lips against his. There’s a spilt second the man doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Only to be thankful when he felt your hands gently take his and place them on your sides. Getting the gesture Ushijima curled his broad arms around your bare waist just as you curled your own arms around his neck. Delaying the need for a breath in the passionate kiss until finally neither of you could hold out.

“Lets make love instead,” You mutter against his lips. Feeling for the first time Ushijima trying to push back into the kiss like he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. Drawing your fingers down from the nape of his neck. Small circles over his collar bone to dip down between his well defined chest, you look up at him and smile, “...because I think I might be in love with you.”

Nothing short of a glimmer in the otherwise deadpan expression. Ushijima for the first time since the locker roomer took a kiss from you. Not just taking it. He downright kissed you back into the middle of the bed. Lips never leaving yours it was barely any fumbling as he scooped his big hands under your bottom and pulled you into his hips. Leaving you to hold onto his shoulders as the urgency of the kiss translated over to your movements together.

Sooner than later you felt his cock rub against your inner thigh. Only breaking the kiss enough as you kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth with a breathy whisper, “Put it in...please, I want you to do it.”

Nodding there wasn’t a question to be asked. Ushijima understood more than anything where he wanted his cock to go. You telling him only sealed the fact he craved no one else.

Gripping his cock there’s a second when you adjust your hips and allow his length to slip up between your soaked folds. Earning a pleasant moan to bubble up between your lips. Any other time you might have been worried to take someone so big. But that was the last thing in your mind right now. Consumed with need all you could think of was the stretch of his cock inside you.

Rewarded with the real thing faster than anything else. You gasp. Making him stop half way to which you panic and tell him through a loud moan to keep going. Ushijima can’t stop but sink his thick cock down to the base in your sopping wet cunt. Nothing he could even imagine prepared him for this.

“W-Warm-” The low rumble of a moan echoed in his chest. Ushijima unsure what to do pushed his lips back onto yours. Just the way your walls clenched around him and you engulfed his senses was ethereal to him.

“Move....how you wanna,” You whisper against his lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all these years.”

There was hesitation. You were right he had seen porn and what they did. But none of that seemed desirable. Right now all he wanted to do was feel you. Consume you. Make every fiber of his being tingle with your body.

Slow to start Ushijima began rocking his hips into yours. Each movement earning more than just a lowly moan from you. Assured that it was wonderful by your praise and touching all over him. Soon it became a need for him to snap his hips into yours. Watch you squirm under him, mouth agape and eyes locked onto him. Everything intoxicating to every single sense the man had.

“ ‘gonna cum-” You bite back a moan as your hips bounce with each forceful thrust, “I- I think I’m gonna cum-”

“Please-” Ushijima buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting, thrusts hard and deep as he felt himself approaching a familiar feeling, “Please cum- I want you-”

Tongue gliding over your parted lips and swallowing the knot in your throat. It’s nothing like the knot growing in your stomach. Boxed in completely by the enormous man above you. It’s hardly possible to snake your hand down to your clit. But when you do your free hand gripes the back of his neck as your fingers dance around your already sensitive bud, “I- It’s too much- Fuck-”

For a split second he wonders what is too much but that is dashed when the shudder in your body starts at your toes and every inch of you twitches under him. Sealing the deal for Ushijima when he feels nothing short of heaven when your cunt tightens around him in a way no mouth or hand could ever mimic. All that stamina in the world for nothing when he pushes his hips into yours. Desperate to follow your lead.

Rutting into you as deep as he can until the warm gush of cum overflows into your cunt. You’d never felt anything so intimate yet even as his lips found yours to kiss you. The twitch of Ushijima’s cock with each spurt of cum had you moaning into the kiss like a virgin all over again.

Both of you breathing harder than expected into the kiss. Finally came down from the high. His cock still buried in you and most of your body limp under him. You take a moment to swallow as you look up at the man before you. This time he was staring but you didn’t feel the need to turn away. Instead you smiled at him with a little giggle. And for the first time in nearly four years, Ushijima smiled back at you.

Minor Epilogue ;|

“Where’s Ushiwaka?” Korai dribbled the volleyball as he looked back towards the locker room.

Tobio looked up from his bottle after fiddling with the lid, “Hirugami didn’t say anything?”

White brows pinched together Korai bounced the ball as high as he could manage and huffed, “This is day three! He’s late and we get to wait for him!”

“You could just practice with Romeo and Sokolov before he comes.” Tobio offered without much concern as he grabbed the volleyball before Korai could catch it.

“Don’t break the lights Hoshiumi!” Hirugami shouted across the gym as he caught sight of one of the second youngest Schweiden harassing the volleyballs.

Grumbling to himself Korai snatched the ball back from Tobio, “Of course Hirugami-san!” Content with dribbling the ball at a much more manageable height, Korai looked around for a short stint at attendance, “You notice our manager has been late recently too?”

“And?” Tobio shouldered his duffel bag without a chance of even feigning interest in his teammates rant.

Brows still pinched Korai glared out at the double doors of the Schweiden’s gym, “I bet they’re hooking up. I bet- Look!” Korai skidded to a stop mid sentence when through the double doors it was the late Schweiden in question. Undoubtedly with their manager at his side. Like a detective Korai pounced on the chance to interrogate them but that was lost among the chaos when all of the Scweiden team witnessed Ushijima lean down and give their ever so wonderful team manager a kiss on the lips.

That’s when all insanity broke loose.

Korai was on them like stink on shit. Tobio and Toshiro ready to intercept Korai before his rabid-ness scared the new love birds away. Tatsuto wanting a better look at the drama amongst the crew. Leaving Fukuro and Nicollas to exchange glances at each other as they hoisted up the volleyball net.

“Is that Ushijima and y/n?” Nicollas peered over to the bustling drama at the front of the gym.

Fukuro, minding his own business, nodded, “Think they’ve been going out for a while now.”

Smiling as Ushijima’s face seemed stone serious as ever and y/n’s face flush red as the white haired Schweiden had some serious question, Nicollas laughed as remembered that feeling, “Ah young love....wish there was an educational course one could take when learning the affairs of the heart.”

Fukuro snort laughed and tightened the bindings on the net they’d be using for practice if they ever stopped their gawking, “Yeah, we call that sex ed here.”

Nicollas chuckled when he saw their lovely manager punch Korai in the side. Revealing the oddest sight of Ushijima smiling ever so slightly on his stoic features while the rest of the Scweiden’s rallied around the new couple as the two seniors could only stand back and laugh, “Sex and love education....I think we could all use that.”

a/n: The end is finally here! Honestly I can’t believe I’ve actually finished a series in the first place! To everyone who’s read and supported it thank you from the bottom of my heart. This was too much fun to write and I won’t lie I might have a little soft spot in my heart for Ushijima now <3

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besotted-eros · 3 years

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Eren x Reader (WoC) 18+

Summary: The ocean sends you a man stuck to a piece of driftwood, and he knows you in a way you don’t know yourself.

Chapter 2 Content: Smut, lil angst, Eren being a horrid tease and flirt, hot and cold feelings, use of “little girl” (not during sex), bit of choking, bit of thigh riding, unprotected sex, Eren being a talkative dom, sexy swimming.

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"All of them?" Your mouth was ajar as you stared over the counter at the ruddy cheeked woman. She patted her chin with a handkerchief, nodding solemnly.

"Government decided that Upria was a bigger threat than Liberio, some grand scheme about surrounding their coasts since it's a peninsula. Some of the men were recruited," the word dropped from her mouth with disdain. It was obvious how voluntary the recruitment was. But no one would ever admit to not wanting to serve Marley. " -as they were helping with that wreckage. The rest they scooped up on the way back. Alls that's left is the tiny rowboat the Alecksons own, can't even make it a kilometre out to sea with that one, they're going to have to work her to the bone." Her hands moved adeptly as she spoke, twisting a length of dough into an intricate braid.

"So we're functionally trapped here? And our catches?" You ran your fingers through your hair, agitating the already wild mess.

You may have had longer with him than you thought. At least four weeks. Four weeks with him in your home, your bed, your mind.

"The government was kind enough to drop off rations and allow our boys to pull in the nets once more. A supply ship should be coming to us in 4 weeks time, if we're lucky." The smile plastered across her face was careful. Even though you were well enough removed from the mainland, you never knew who could be listening.

"I better get my hands on those rations then. And see if Elias is in a good enough mood to let me buy. I'll be back in a week for those stuffed buns." You sighed, placing the loaves you had traded for in your basket.

You made your rounds, exchanging curt nods with the townsfolk. There was a lack of men, their wives and children stepping into their stead. The butcher's young boy almost cut his finger off trying to slice your order, and you resigned yourself to taking your chicken whole in hopes of saving the boy a hand. The old curmudgeon Elias, the only fishmonger left in the town, begrudgingly sold you your list of fish and crab, muttering about the increase and how we would soon need to learn how to "make do".

There was not much warmth in the little village, but it was enough to make do.

You took the long way back, your boots tied and slung over your shoulder as your toes sunk into the sand. The ocean was a grey rolling mass, reflecting the cloudy sky. Beautiful in its ceaseless violence. You couldn't tell where the sun was, but it seemed past it's mid point. You had left the man alone in your home for hours. You wondered how he was faring.

You ripped a heel of bread from one of the fresh loaves as you walked, tossing it out to meet an oncoming wave. It caught the morsel, pulling it into the sea. You watched it till it sank underneath the surface before making your way back home.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when you opened the door. With his feet on the floor, elbows rested on his knees. Pekoe sat between his legs, staring up at him with her pink nose twitching erratically. His bare chest was stilled, breath barely perceptible.

You stood in the doorway motionless for a moment, unused to seeing anyone, let alone a half naked young man, in your bed. Krueger raised his head, his tired green eyes flickering in the dull grey light. His hair was tied up haphazardly, loose locks framing his face and falling about his shoulders.

"So you've come back Pekoe. Done terrorizing the forest creatures?" You inquired of the cat, moving to the table to place your basket and removing your coat. The tabby meowed at her name, but refused to take her eyes off of Kruger's face.

"She brought me a ribbon." He said, gesturing to the tie messily tied in his hair. It was a light cream, matching the pallor of his skin.

"Kind of her." You mused, putting away your groceries. "She never brings me anything." You packed things neatly into the small icebox, organized jars and bags of flour and rice into cabinets. All while pretending you didn't want to trace the way his collarbones faded into his shoulders.

"How are you feeling?" You asked finally, leaning back against the counter. His eyes darted away from you, becoming suddenly interested in his hands.

"Better. Can't lift my arms too high without it hurting. Got my hair up and then had to take a break before I put on the shirt. Then I just fell asleep." He rubbed the side of his face, exhaling through his nose. "Couldn't even stand properly." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Any news on that boat?"

You winced and you could see his jaw harden. "The government has commandeered our boats for the forseeable future. Something about an attack on Upria." His fingers curled into fists and Pekoe's ear flicked towards him.

"There's a supply ship coming in four weeks. I think I can get you on that one, if it's the same soldier manning it. Old family friend." He moved his head into his hands, the muscles in his back rippling. He wore his anger quietly, but it showed through the cracks.

"Knew I'd spend some time with you... Didn't know how much... Is this okay?" He whispered, soft enough you could have missed it. Pekoe mewled in response, wrapping herself around his ankle and purring deeply. His lips twitched at that, reaching down to smooth the fur on her forehead.

You didn't know whether to question him. Something about his words felt heavy. But they scared you.

"You're welcome to stay here until then, of course." You took a tentative step forward and his head snapped up. You faltered, hugging your arms to your waist. You found yourself wanting to apologise for letting him down. You bit it back, tearing your gaze away to look at the abandoned shirt beside him. "Do you want help putting that on?"

Kruger straightened, side eyeing the cloth before regarding you. "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" The tone was polite and measured. But there was a slight brightness to it, like the hint of sun from behind a cloud. Was he teasing you?

You didn't know how to take that either.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed it from the bed, quickly moving to pull it over his head.

"Easy, gonna do more damage if you keep that up." He groaned and you stopped yourself. You were standing between his legs, his body warm around you. You looked anywhere but his well defined chest, at how his abs cast shadows from the light given to them. You inhaled slowly, and then started again. You guided each well formed arm through carefully, wincing at how his chest shifted unnaturally, still swollen. You let him finish pulling it down, stepping away the first chance you got. For a moment, it looked like he was smirking.

"Now that my sin is covered, do you mind helping me to the bathroom?" He asked, the mocking tone off set by the way he stared up at you from under thick dark lashes. You wondered if he realised how attractive he was as you carefully pulled him to his feet and let him wrap an arm around you. You were his crutch, carefully supporting him to the door and then letting him hold the wall to get inside. You busied yourself with preparing supper as he cleaned himself in the basin. He grunted as he did, and you found your heart twisting with sympathy. Something clattered to the ground, and you dropped the fish you were scaling back onto the counter.

You were at the doorway when he lurched through it, losing his balance over his heavy feet. His eyes were closed, face pale, body heavy, as fell against you.

"Krueger?" You gasped, catching the tall man as best as you could. He swore softly, trying to straighten as his body trembled.

"'m sorry, weaker than I thought." He mumbled, large hands gripping your upper arms as he clenched his jaw through a dizzy spell. You were pressed together, flush against each other before he managed to get his bearings.

You didn't know where the rise of his chest stopped and yours began. His breath was hot on your ear, and you felt as a lock of his hair slipped from the loose bun, falling to brush against your cheek.

He whispered something, too quiet for you to hear.

"Pardon?" You asked, trying to keep the tremble from your voice as he gripped your arm a bit tighter.

"Mind if you help me to the chair?" He asked, his voice duller now, more guarded.

"Only if you're honest. What did you really say?" You tried to keep your tone light, but something about the way you could hear his clothing shift and how his fingers felt on your skin made the words drop like stones.

His breath stopped for a moment, and you felt him turn his face to rest his lips beside your ear. The tip of his nose brushed into your hair, making you shiver.

"Said you were cold." He breathed into your ear, and despite yourself you felt your knees weaken. "Do you need to be warmed, y/n?"

Your head jerked back, staring into the green pools of his eyes with furrowed brows. The warmth was gone suddenly, his eyes dull. So unlike what he had sounded like against your skin.

"The fire's been out for a while, probably need to relight it." He finished, expectantly moving his arm across your shoulder as yours made its way around his waist. You considered stepping away and letting gravity take him, but you had given your word. Instead you let him slump rather unceremoniously into the armchair, silencing your heart when it rang with empathy at his wince. He glowered at you as you smiled sweetly back.

"Ready to eat?"

At first you meant to take yours at the table. Krueger was sat comfortable in your arm chair, and seemed to be grateful to be out of the bed. It was either here, or at the ottoman that rested beside the fire place. The one you used to sit on while your father hummed his way through his notes.

But then his fork fell from his grasp. He swore loudly, his fist banging against the arm rest. His face twisted into something fiery, jaw flexing with frustration. This was a man not used to being useless. You were grabbing the fork before it had chance to settle, wiping it on your skirt and offering it back to him.

"Thanks." He muttered, refusing to meet your eyes as he grabbed it from your hand. You arched an eyebrow at the attitude but dragged the plush footstool closer and sat on it, balancing your plate of fish and potato on your knees.

You ate in silence for the most part, only the sound of metal grazing against porcelain. You noticed yourself sitting straighter under his gaze, which found you more often than not. He cut an imposing figure, reclining like a king upon a throne and not an injured soldier in a threadbare chair.

"You didn't take much." He commented, eyes flicking between your plates.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to comment on what a lady eats?" You flung back, indignation making you turn your body away from him to hide your plate.

"Food will be sparse, because of the boats."

You sighed. He was quick.

"Yes, but that's not for you to worry about. We'll be getting rations and I can still fish in the rivers." You took another bite of the flaky white flesh, staring into the dancing blaze of the fire. Krueger had been right, you were cold.

"Y/n." He said, and his voice was simple in evening's light, pure and unfettered. He said your name like he had said it a million times, his mouth tracing the shape with that odd accent of his. You rotated to him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, face upturned to his figure.

You had never heard your name so clearly before.

"Eat." He murmured, pressing a speared piece of potato to your lips. Your mouth opened of its own accord, mind enraptured by the way his green eyes poured into yours. Your teeth sank through half of the potato, the buttery flesh still hot on your tongue. He nodded when you began to chew, sitting back. He stared at the half eaten morsel contemplativly before bringing it to his own mouth. His eyes refused to break gaze as he ate, still impassive. But there was a flicker in them, one you couldn't attribute to the fire.

"Good girl." He murmured. You jolted at the sound, becoming overtly aware of how deep his voice was, how large his hands looked. How red your cheeks felt. You opened your mouth, unaware of what was going to come out. A reproach, a thank you?

But he was pushing food onto your plate before you could formulate anything but a muted sigh.

"There, equal. Don't do that again." He said, and you felt it a command. You swallowed the potato and finished in silence, trying to calm the heat that rushed through your body.

Good girl. You flushed again thinking of it and busied yourself with clearing the now empty plates. The words repeated in your head as you furiously scrubbed them clean, and then furiously changed your sheets and furiously sorted through the preserves and dried foods to take inventory. All the while he watched you impassively, unbandaged hand thrumming on the armrest. The heat grew louder and louder in your chest every time you caught the sight of him. Head rested back on his shoulder, hair soft and loose about his face. He was unabashed, unashamed.

How could you let a man talk to you like that? Especially when you're helping so, it was disrespectful, it was infuriating, you ought to give him a piece of your- you wheeled around to face him, a lashing ready on your lips.

But he had dozed off, eyelashes fluttering and lips parted, no longer a firm impenetrable line. The purple of the dusk sky and the orange of the flame painted him like masterpiece, and your anger died in your throat.

"You're lucky." You muttered, stepping to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, driftwood. Let's get you into bed."

Krueger's eyes snapped open and he flinched away violently, pulling from your touch while attempting to bring his hand to his mouth. You stepped back, eyes wide at the feral look that over came him. He had snarled like something from a nightmare.

For the first time, you felt apprehension about the stranger you had brought to sleep in your bed.

When his eyes cleared and he saw the threat was nothing but you, shame crashed over his features. He dropped his hand, almost meekly.

"Was having a bad dream." He splayed his hands out on his lap, movements careful.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Krueg’er voice was restrained, his words creeping from his mouth. You could hear the worry behind them.

"You did." You placed a hand over your chest and smiled half heartedly. "Gonna have some nightmares myself. Come, you should lay down."

"No, take your bed. I'll sleep here." He settled back, turning his face away from you. He was still bothered by his outburst, ashamed of letting you see him as an animal and not a man. But you had already guessed to the existence of horrors that plagued his past. No soldier is unmuddied.

"You're the patient. You take the bed. You'll get stiff sleeping here. I'm not allowing it." You chided, stepping in front of him and offering your hand.

It was okay, you wanted to say. You couldn't scare me away if you tried. He eyed it cautiously before refusing.

The argument went on for what felt like hours. There was no bargaining or compromise at first, both of you too stubborn to show stomach. Finally you put together a makeshift bed on the floor, and then another round of bickering commenced about who would take it. Your voice would raise and fall, hands gesticulating wildly as you made your case. While he would lean back, coolly crashing through your words. It ended with you in bed, back turned to him and silent. The only sounds was the forest's nighttime symphony, hugging the cabin as it sighed in the cold.

He was the only warm thing in the world right now, it seemed. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, over the space between your bodies. You had pressed against the wall in your stubbornness, but still. Parts of him reached you.

"Aren't you afraid?" Krueger asked, his gravelly voice cutting through your mulling. You twitched towards him, the confusion loosening your lips.

"Of?"

"Sleeping next to a devil."

Devils. You grinned as you buried your face into the pillow.

"Next you'll be asking me if I'm afraid of the monster under my bed. Devils don't exist, driftwood."

He hummed softly in response. You could picture him clearly, even if you couldn't see him. The broadness of his chest, the dip of his clavicle, his hair falling like a halo.

"You're brave, in a naïve way." he yawned, the sound of shifting sheets almost covering his words. "You don't know me. I could crawl into your bed tonight. You sleep so soundly." He sounded bored as he spoke, uncaring at the fire he was setting in you. "Pull you against me..." He trailed off, and your imagination took over.

"You could. But you won't." You responded, trying to swallow the warmth in your cheeks and throat.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I'm not." You moved across the bed, hanging off the side to look at him. He had been laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His eyes turned to you now, pinning you with their depth. "But you won't."

He smirked, shrugging slightly before rolling onto his side. "You're right."

You woke up reaching for him. He had rolled closer to the bed, and a long arm stretched up, hand splayed on the covers, inches from yours.

The tension only grew over the next day. He grew stronger, quickly. By the fourth afternoon he was walking by himself easily, wandering around the cabin and forcing his help onto your day. You wanted to be annoyed by it, how he would slide his hip against yours and push you away from the sink. Or get up earlier to feed the chickens before you woke. But it was hard.

You didn't want to become used to him. You didn't want his tall frame to become a fixture in your home. To expect his help with the bags of feed, or filling water for the troughs. To learn the patterns of his day, how he made his bed like a soldier the moment he woke. How he always missed a lock of hair when making his bun, and would fiddle with it for the day. You didn't want to become familiar with his scent, to learn how he took his eggs and that he strawberry was his favourite jam.

Most of all you never wanted to become familiar with his touch. How his hand would press against your lower back as he passed by, how he would tuck your hair back when it fell over your cheek while you worked.

Because every day you would find him stockstill, lost in a world of his own. Listening to voices from miles away, and staring out over the sea from the window. And at night he would whisper those names. He would beg for forgiveness, swear his life. And you knew that his place could never be here. A man whose duty haunted him so could never belong somewhere so dark and discreet. He would leave you, as you had been left before.

He had came in from tilling soil, the most physical task you were willing to give him. You were too busied with washing jars, preparing them for your next harvest, to look up at his soft noise of greeting.

"Tired yet?" You asked as he stepped towards you, plucking a cup from the counter.

"Just thirsty." He murmured, his frame enclosing yours as he leaned over you. An arm wrapped around, pushing you against him as his long fingers turned the tap, the water barreling into the sink. You were frozen against him, his chest pressed to your back as he filled his cup. The line of his body was hard against yours, and you could feel his measured heartbeat. Feel the way his hips shifted every so slightly. And where your shawl slipped, revealing your bare shoulder, you could feel his skin.

Your hands stilled, gripping the jar tightly as you came to terms with your position. He had followed the bend of your body slightly, but otherwise Krueger gave no sign he knew what he was doing to you.

You swallowed, feeling the flush warm your cheeks, set a fire in the pit of your stomach. He turned off the tap, bringing his hand out of your eyeline. Now you could hear him drink, the soft noise of him swallowing by your ear. You closed your eyes, imagining how the tendons in his neck must be flexing, how his Adams apple must jerk with each movement.

A hand came down gently upon your hip, startling you out of your imagination. You had leaned into Krueger unknowingly, and his fingers indented the flesh of your hip. Your back was arched slightly now, allowing your ass to fit perfectly against his hips. From over your shoulder he swallowed, a drop falling from his full lips and sliding down your back. You shivered at the sensation, the cold dot of water fighting against the heat that raged every other part of you.

His head dipped, lips moving close to your ear.

"Would you like a sip too?" He murmured, hand coming to tip your chin up. Your lips parted as he brought the cup, letting the cold liquid fill your mouth. You swallowed as he pulled it away, murmuring his approval as he set the cup down. Your heart felt like a live thing, furious against the cage of your chest. There was a soft noise as your shawl slipped from your body, leaving even more vulnerable to him. You had chosen something sleeveless today, the heat urging you to bare skin. But now it was for him.

"Krue-" you started and a dulcet click of his tongue stopped you.

"I thought I was driftwood?" He asked, tightening his grip slightly. "You haven't called me by my name yet. Why now?" There was a bemused tone in his voice, and it was enough to make you break away.

"Heat must be getting to me." You snipped, glaring at him. You hoped to catch something in his face. Something that let you know it wasn't just you coming undone. But he was again stone. He had stripped his shirt and wore it thrown casually over a shoulder. He pulled it to his forehead now, mopping away sweat as he regarded you from heavy lidded eyes.

"Can see that. You're all red." He commented as you stormed past him, checking him brazenly with your shoulder. "Ouch, hitting the patient. Not good bedside manners. " He shot at your back. You responded with shutting the bathroom door firmly behind you.

Compose yourself. You are more than this, more than some simpering, heat driven girl. You leaned against the door, pressing your hand between your legs. A heartbeat seemed to have grown there, one you had never felt before. You tried to stifle it, berating yourself for the weakness. But every pulse of your palm made your knees weaker.

You ripped your hand away, swearing crassly. Your eyes darted around the bathroom, the cottage leaning in. Forcing you closer to him.

It wouldn't have been a problem if he had been ready to give himself back. If you could see the same heat in him too. But his face was nothing. You were ready to give him so much, and for what? To him to notch his bedpost and laugh with his fellows?

You needed a clear head.

You threw the door open, making Krueger's head turn from his position at the sink. He had taken over washing the jars. You spared no thanks, instead grabbing a ribbon from your vanity and quickly pulling the dark disarray of your hair into a bun. Krueger halted the water as you pulled on your boots, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and you didn't respond. Instead you threw open the door, and allowed it to clatter closed behind you. Your feet guided you down the well trod path. Soon the gross and dirt gave way to silt, then sand. You were running now, feet flying across the beach. You stopped before the water could kiss your toes, stepping back from an oncoming wave. The sun was violent in the sky, blazing down on you openly. You turned your face to her, inhaling the scent of salt and sea.

You were kicking off your shoes when you heard him behind you. He stepped carefully, cautiously towards your back.

"You forgot a shawl." Krueger said, and you shrugged. You didn't need one. You were unbuttoning your blouse, and let it fall from your shoulders, to around your waist, to the sand. He had been about to say something, but you heard it die in his throat.

Your skirt came next, cascading like a waterfall down your legs to a pool over your feet. You stepped out of it, now only in a cream shift, the wind catching the lace edging and making it dance.

You stepped into the water, feeling the cold bite your heel. Another step, foot placed firmly in the wet sand. It held you as you stepped forward, and seemed to ask why it had been so long. Soon it came up to grace your calves, to kiss the soft bronze of your thighs with azure. You walked until it caressed the curve of your breasts, the tips of your toes barely tracing the ground below. With a gentle push, you fell back. There was the sound of surprise from the shore, but you didn't have time to dwell. You were in your element.

The ocean was tame around you, pressing against your body, refusing to let you up or down. It was dark here, velvet and muted.

You held back your gasp as you resurfaced, flinging your hair back as you turned away from the shore. A small wave came to meet you and you let it guide your body up, then down. It was comforting to float like debris, to let the water take you as its own.

The cold hardened your nipples, drew goose flesh across your skin. But still you danced with her, the sea. Swimming out to be pushed back, floating with your locks fanned like the rays of sun. The ocean had caught your ribbon, taking it as another gift.

You broke like a wonton wave, rising slowly. Your hair hung back, chest to the sky and eyes closed.

You were better now. Grounded.

You let your chin drop slowly and opened your eyes, wincing slightly as the sun hit you, finalizing your emergence from the depths.

From there, he stared at you. He was unmoved from his spot. In one hand the shawl fluttered, wrapping itself around his leg. The other hand was rested over his heart, clenching the fabric of the shirt he had donned before following you.

You walked towards him, the water dragging you back stubbornly. You were aware of the way your chemise stuck to you now. It hugged every curved in a manner that was nothing short of sensual. He could see you, all parts of you, but barely. The fabric had been thinned by the water, and the darker brown of your nipples shadowed the precipice of your breasts. You flicked your hair back daringly, running your fingers through it to shake out the excess water.

You stopped in front of him as his gaze devoured you. His full lips were parted slightly, and you watched as his teeth grazed against the lower. There was a slightly blush across his high cheek bones, the most colour you had seen in him. His eyes flicked between your face, which you composed quickly, your tempting breasts, and where the cloth clung between your legs.

"Can I have my shawl, please?" You asked, but he was still caught in his daze. Your eyes dragged down from his face, his chest, to the now obvious bulge between his legs. Your gaze snapped away, but it made you fiercely proud to know that you were the one to cause it. There, evidence right there. That a heart existed behind his firm chest. And even a small part of it beat for you. "Hey, driftwood?"

Your voice seemed to pull him from the fog this time around, and he stumbled over his words for a moment. You bit back a smile as you held your hand to him. He stared at it blankly.

"My shawl." You repeated. He raised it, past your open hand as he stepped closer. With a sharp snap it was unfurled and Kruegar wrapped it around you. You watched him closely, face upturned brazenly to his. The shade over his eyes seemed to have faltered, and he refused to meet your gaze. But his hands were still firm on your shoulders.

"Are you done covering up my sin?" You asked, and he winced at the echo of his words. His hand ran from your shoulder, tracing its way up your neck, down your jaw, to your chin. His thumb and forefinger held you there for a moment.

"What you are is so much decadent than sin." He murmured, staring openly at your lips as he ran his thumb across them. "You are so much worse."

Your breaths mingled as you took each other in. Surrounded by so much movement, the waving leaves and rolling sea. But you were both still, both predator and prey caught in each other's touch.

And his lips were inches away.

And he didn't belong to you.

In three weeks time you would be left holding the air and mourning the ghost of a man who you never really knew. Not even his name.

But you were lost in the forest of his eyes, and his hand had moved to your waist, clutching at you as though he was afraid you would be ripped away by a strong current. There was a need there, a sadness. A fear. A want.

So you closed your eyes and let your lips meet Krueger's like waves breaking on a cliff. You kissed your desperation into him, your sadness. Your fear. Your want.

He gasped against your mouth, hand moving to curl around the back of your neck and pull you closer. He tasted like salt from sea and mint from the garden, and kissed you like a drowning man kisses the sky. You clung to him much the same, twisting your fingers in his hair and digging your nails into his chest. Your lips parted, inviting his eager tongue as he tasted you, and you tasted him in return. He groaned low in his throat as your tongues slid against each other and pulled your hips to his forcefully. You could feel him once more. The heat that you had cooled so carefully in the water was now raging. You wanted to step back, to have his eyes and hands on you as you pulled off your shawl and chemise, to feel his mouth on your soft skin, to-

Krueger broke the kiss, turning away quickly as he untangled himself from you. You caught a glimpse of his face, of unimaginable pain warping his features. Of regret?

"I-... I'm.. I shouldn't h-" You attempted to begin, not sure where you would end. But he cut you off with a sharp shrug of his shoulders, as though he was shaking off the feeling of your touch.

"Need to get back inside. You're gonna catch a cold." His voice was grey again, his jaw set firmly. He walked on without you as you scrambled to grab your shoes, head still spinning from how he stole your breath.

He avoided you for the rest of the day.

Sidestepped you in the kitchen, no hand on your waist. Took his dinner to the porch and stayed there long after he was done.

It continued to the next day. There was no soft goodnight, no gentle good morning. He did his chores dutifully, but without a word. Once he finished he sat on the porch and refused to move.

You wished desperately to take it back. Though it would be a kiss you dreamt of for the rest of your life, if this continued for much longer it would never be worth it. He infuriated you, he broke you. To have held you so close and then pushed you away, to have made you warm enough to melt your walls and then built them again himself.

You sat now in your armchair, feet tucked under you and your book of poetry balanced on the arm. You had stopped checking the window for his figure, trying to deduce if he had moved from his slump on the top step. If he wished to spend the night out there with the mosquitoes, that was his prerogative.

Instead you read over your comforts, trying to recall the sense of stability they had always given you. You murmured the words, reading out to Pekoe who had perched upon the footstool.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Pekoe's tail seemed to flick with the flames, her large green eyes focused on you.

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan's men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The door creaked and she mewled in greeting, hopping off of the stool to rush across the room and meet him. Your voice died on your lips. The floorboards creaked as he made his way to you, stepping carefully over Pekoe's attempts to come underfoot. You held your breath as he stood beside you, staring down intently at your form.

"Please. Finish." He entreated. He knelt by you, face shadowed. His large hand rested on your knee, stroking the dark linen of your trousers with his thumb. Underneath was the skin that burned for him, but you had resolved to hide it away till he was gone. You were ready to hide so much. But he turned his face up to you, fingers clinging, eyes soft. It drew the words from your throat.

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

His head dropped, forehead against your knee as he went quiet and silent. His hands slid across your legs, moving from your knees to your calves, then up to your thighs. You shifted under his touch, confusion creasing your brow.

"What- what are you doing? What game are you playing with me?" You hissed as his head snapped up. His eyes narrowed dangerously, fingers tightening on your thighs.

"Game?" He growled. "What game?"

"The way you drag me in and then when I finally, finally let myself give up to you, you shun me?" You snapped, shutting the book quickly and tossing it onto the side table. "You're tearing me in half. Pick a side before I pick for you."

His eyes searched your face for something, but you met it with a steely glare.

"It's already been picked." He said finally, the edge still painting his tone. It warned you to be cautious, but you were beyond being careful now.

"Glad to hear it, tell me when you get the chance I guess." You went to push him off, but his hands circled your wrist.

"Tell me not to."

"What?" You gawked at him.

"Tell me not to do this." He stood now, moving your hands to pin against the armrests. You felt heady as you stared up at him. His face was shadowed, and all you could see was the emerald glint of his eyes.

"Why?" You questioned, jutting your chin towards him. You noticed he was shaking, ever so slightly.

"I'm going to hurt you, y/n. I know I will. I'm holding myself back, I don't want to. But it's inevitable." He squeezed your wrists as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to the top of your head. "Didn't your daddy tell you not to trust strangers, little girl?" He murmured.

Your eyelids fluttered closed as you turned your wrists in his grasp, allowing yourself to grab him back the way he held you.

"No. He didn't. But you're not a stranger." His grip loosened and you took the chance to entwine your fingers. They fit so well you wanted to cry out. As though there had been a burning hole in your hands you had never noticed. "And I'm not a little girl. I know this..." You reached up to touch his cheek and he turned his face to press into your touch. "I know this isn't going to last. I know your place isn't here." Your hand traced down, resting over his chest. His heart was a war drum, pounding heavily. "But I want you to leave me broken." He groaned, low in his chest, at your words. "I want you to ruin me."

"Ruin you?" He repeated, his voice gravel. Your hand was flat on his chest as you slowly moved it up, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling him lower.

"Ruin me."

He took your hand, gripping it tightly as he lead it between his legs, making you feel the hard bulge that had grown there. He throbbed under the thin cloth as you gasped. "With this?" He asked, spreading your fingers and pressing into your palm. You pushed back, earning a soft grunt of approval from his full lips. All you could do was nod.

His lips found yours quickly, pressing you back into seat as you squeezed him, as you felt the proof of his want. Your world became nothing but him. The scent of him, sharp like cinnamon and heady like sandalwood. The feel of him, heartbeat under your hand, the way he lifted you from the chair. The taste of him as your tongues twisted like snakes.

There was urgency in the way your mouths met, in the way you pulled at the waistband of his pants and how his mouth carved trails upon your neck. His kisses on your skin were teeth and passion, making you gasp for air as you gripped his chestnut bun. You didn't know when he had made his way to your bed, but soon you were thrown onto it, not having time to bounce before he was upon you.

Your lips met again, this time his teeth coming forth to tug desperately. As your mouth opened for him his hands moved across your body. They did not wander, docile and careful. They moved like two avalanches, ripping the buttons from your blouse before cupping the swell of your breasts beneath. You were thankful you had forgone a brassiere, as it would have been torn to shreds by him as well.

His thumbs graced across your already hardened nipples, and he broke away to stare at them.

"Look at you..." He murmured, his tone low and thick with want. Yes, you wanted to say. Yes. Look at me. Look at every part of me. But all you could do was arch your back, pressing your breasts into him as his mouth attached itself to your neck. He kissed and nipped his way down before latching onto your breast with ferocity. You clapped a hand over your mouth, attempting to subdue a squeal of pleasure. But Krueger was quick to rip it away, making a sound of disapproval as he pinned it beside your head.

"Need to hear it. Wanna hear everything" he whispered against your skin as his tongue slid against your hardened nib before grazing it with his teeth. You shivered as he switched sides, his thumb and forefinger pinching the now bare nipple. "You're so quiet. So contained." He pulled at your nipple with his teeth, making you pulse with pleasure and shock. "Wanna see what you're like undone."

As he spoke his leg forced its way between yours, pressing his thigh against the heat. The pressure made your eyes roll back and you instinctively ground against it, making him purr against the nipple in your mouth. He shifted back against you, urging your hips to move faster. Soon you were soaked through your trousers, leaving wet streaks on his. His eyes swam with delight, watching as the way your face twisted in pleasure.

"Enjoy yourself, y/n? Getting off to just my leg, I haven't even touched you properly. Look at you, wetting our clothes. So fucking messy."

But this wasn't enough. Your frustration only mounted, as did Krueger's. You were close to crying with relief when he finally yanked down your waistband, and swiped at his in return. You both paused for a moment as you took in the sight of each other. Krueger's jaw dropped at your wet slit, at the soft shades of brown and the pink that tempted him from within.

At the same time you were enraptured by his length. It was long, longer than you had dared to hope, with pulsing blue veins and a fat pink head that dripped with desire.

He lifted himself up to yank his shirt over his head, making it bob deliciously. Your pussy walls contracted over nothing, excited at the meet sight of him. He caught your eye and moved his hips forward.

"Touch it. Feel it. This is because of you."

You obeyed instantly, curling your fingers around his shaft as he twitched at the warmth. Your eyes were locked onto his expression, his heavy lidded gaze as he thrust in your fist. You held tighter, your skin becoming slick with pre-cum as he fucked into the tight hole you created. His chest shone with a sheen of sweat, abs rolling with each movement. It was intoxicating. But it wasn't enough for him.

He was suddenly pressed against you again, chest to chest, skin to skin. He bit at your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"No stopping now."

"I told you. Ruin me."

His eyes flashed with something dangerous as he grabbed his shaft, pressing it through your lips to bump against your clit. You cried out faintly with pleasure and he caught the noise with his mouth, kissing you passionately. He wet his cock further with you, making his skin slick with your juices.

And then he was pushing into you, fingers planting bruises like flowers onto your thighs as he entered your tight hole. You stretched around him, your body unused to the shape he desired. But he was steady, insistent, molding you to his ideal. And as he bottomed out in you, filling you in a way you could never imagine, you moaned. It was brazen, loud and aching.

He met it with a buck of his hips, making you grip onto his shoulders even tighter. Your nails dug into the skin and he hissed with pleasure, thrusting once more.

"So fucking tight." Krueger groaned, and you melted at the pleasure in his voice. "So wet for me, huh? You've been wanting this as bad as me?" He asked, turning his head to nip at the skin on your jaw. You nodded, entwining your fingers in his hair. The sensation made his eyes close, covering those emerald jewels, and he began to pick up speed.

You were at his mercy, completely. He overcame you, the way his hips snapped into yours, sending his thick cock driving deep inside you. Your plush walls clung to him, the wet velvet stroking every inch, every vein.

You met his hips with yours, pushing back, tempting him further and deeper. Each motion sent your breasts shaking, trembling with the force of how he fucked you. This sent Krueger wild and he pawed at them, growling his pleasure.

He was roaming hands and sharp teeth. Hard cock and flashing eyes. He fucked you like a feral man, like you owed him this. And you took it like you were made for him. A part of you wondered if you were.

His breath was ragged, panting. With a groan he sat back, pulling you up with him. He held you easily as he raised, ensuring he didn't slip for a single moment. Now you were sat upon him, knees planted on the mattress, his cock sheathed in you as you stared down upon his face. Your chests were pressed together and God- you could feel his heartbeat. Feel the way it thrummed through his cock and torso. The heart you had fought death for.

You kissed him. Earnestly. Deeply.

And then he milked himself in you, holding your bronzed thighs for purchase as he bounced you upon his shaft. Your nails dragged across his shoulders, you tugged at his hair as moans ripped from your throat. The cabin was full of the sounds of you, of your lewd squelching and your unhinged moans. The slap of his skin against yours.

And your name.

It dropped from his lips like rain. It barraged against you, his lilted way of saying it.

"Kru-" you began, your voice cracking from pressure. But before you could finish the sound he had slammed you into the pillows, hand grasping at your throat.

"No. No." He panted, back arching as his pounding increased desperately. "Not that."

He moved his mouth to your ear, kissing the lobe as he pushed your dark hair back.

"Eren." He whispered. "Say it. Say Eren." You could feel the heat between your legs, in the pit of your stomach, become an inferno. He was pushing you to the precipice, eager to see you over the other side.

You pulled his face to yours, pressing your brow to his. His eyes were the green flashes you hunted for at sunset, the sight of an anomaly on the horizon promising you there was so much more in this world you do not know. You flexed around him, your walls clamping down as your body tightened. He jerked in response.

"Eren." You said it clearly, softly, whispered against his bruised and puffy lips.

His eyes widened, pupils midnight and irises jewels. And then he was cumming, filling your desperate pussy with thick, sticky cream. The sensation pushed you with him, and you fell into the shakes of an orgasm together, foreheads pressed together. You pulsated upon his shaft, encouraging every last drop to drain into your hungry body.

This was him. Eren. Dripping out onto your thighs and messying your sheets.

You clutched him to you as the high wore off. His face had slipped to the crook of your neck and he panted hazy kisses to your skin.

"Wow." You said softly, and you could feel him smile. You don't think you had ever seen it yet, beyond a half smirk. But it felt full, warm.

"Yeah, wow." He agreed, his fingers loosening their vice grip on your thighs and instead tracing them, learning the way they curved. For a moment it seemed like he would pull out, but a quick flex of your arms made him pause.

"Stay in. Just for now." You felt embarssed, flushing slightly as he pulled back to look at you. But his eyes held an uncharacteristic softness, their sea glass green gentle in the light of the dying fire. He seemed like a different creature than the one who had just bent your body to his well.

"Of course." He settled against you, his firm muscles organizing themselves to settle into your curves. Tentatively you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, uselessly afraid after all that had been done. You undid the half done bun, letting it cascade across you. He let out a gentle noise of content as you moved from his scalp to the roots, twirling the smaller hairs by the nape of his neck.

"Eren, hey?" You asked, and he twisted from the stupor your fingers had put him to.

"Do you believe it anymore than Krueger?" He asked, finger tracing its way over your hips now.

"I do. You look like an Eren." You lifted his chin with your finger, admiring his sharp nose, the angle of his jaw. He was beautiful. "It feels right to say. Like I've said it before. Eren."

There was something indiscirinble in his eyes. It looked like mourning. But he silenced you with a kiss, rolling over to pull you atop of him. He slid out finally and you tried not to feel empty. It was easy when he caged you in his arms, pressing his lips to your forehead as he held you.

"You say it funny." He whispered, sending your hair fluttering with his breath.

"Not as funny as you say mine." You yawned back, your head lolling against his shoulder.

You didn't hear his reply, sleep taking you as wholly as he had. Your last thought had been wondering when you had given him your name.

Hi guys! Here is chapter two, hope you'll enjoy it. Finally get some action. The next chapter is more or less going to be all smutty so enjoy waiting for that! As well I'm starting a tag list for this so please comment if you'd like to be tagged! Poem from this chapter is Mad Girls Love Song by Sylvia Plath.

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