19 ⢠she/they ⢠free đ¨đŠđ¸đŠđľđ¸ bi chubby girl who occasionally writes no one under the age of 17 âď¸ currently watching: dr. stone (senku and tsukasa are so fine)
god idia can't get enough of you. especially with the way you're so unsuspecting of him, youâre idiocy turns him on. you had asked him a week prior to help sort out your new console, he agreed reluctantly. when he got their to ramshackle, he ended up having a couple trick up his sleeve; a trick you wouldn't be able to see.
while helping you set up your new console, he secretly set up a camera in the corner of your room as well. it was tiny, as small as the pad of your thumb. of course, he wouldn't be the tiniest bit skeptical that you'd find it. you don't have the eyes of a programmer the way he does.
night after night, he's been watching you from the comfort of his own room. how you toss and turn in your sleep, the way your shorts snuggly hug your fat thighs and chubby stomach.
'what an oblivious slut' idia thought to himself, stroking his cock to the sight of you. he got off to how stupid you were. trusting a shut in otaku like him? you're the only girl at school, what were you thinking?
he stroked himself faster, imagining how tight your gummy walls would feel around him; how your plush frame would feel so soft against his bony, malnourished one. he'd be all over you if he got the chance, but he's just a shut in, a loser, a nerd. he'd never have a chance with the only girl in school.
but for now, he sits, and he waits, and he watches.
-> how would he react to a reader who's self-conscious and ends up distancing themselves from him when others insult them and say that they shouldn't be together? (based on this request!)
All characters are depicted as 18+
fem!reader x twisted wonderland characters / cw: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, mirror sex
"I'll make you feel loved enough that you won't forget it"
Epel, LEONA, Jack, Ace, Silver, Floyd
I don't see them viewing it as a big problem initially because he's confident that he'll be able to make things right quickly. You just need some reassurance, that's all.
He's not going to confront you directly. He won't need to; His actions toward you would be enough to say that what others were saying was indefinitely wrong.
He'll become more handsy and more forward with his PDA, always making sure that he's holding you or touching you in some way. He'll put his hand on your waist and pull you in close, seldom ever releasing his grasp on you; He'll kiss you more often, ensuring to elongate the kiss for a long time even when there were a lot of people around. When he'd pull away, allowing you to take a breath, he'd shoot a glare at anyone who was staring, daring them to say something.
He'll do all of this as to indirectly tell you, "Hey, I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I'm not letting you go". Yet, if you were still acting distant, then he'd have no choice but to confront you directly.
When he finally does, he'll back you into a corner and ask with frustration, "How come you're still distancing yourself from me? Am I not showing you enough affection?" He'll then lower his tone, "You don't need to run away from me...I love you, y/n...and there's nothing that anyone can say that will ever change that...", looking at you with that rare softness in his eyes that he only showed when he was pouring his heart out. And that's how you know he really meant it.
That look would further soften when you suddenly hug him tightly, and after melting in each otherâs arms, he'll whisper into your ear, "I'll make sure you understand how much I love you tonight. Remember this moment whenever you find yourself doubting it"
And when you two make love that night, he'll seem a bit rough initially. He'll be pinning arms above your head, grasped tightly, kissing you ferociously that your teeth often clash, sucking on your skin so intensely, leaving marks of purple, and thrusting himself into you with so much force that you feel like the bed is going to break (which, it almost does, heh)
But after his first climax, releasing his remaining frustrations, he'll slow it down, also releasing his tight grip on your wrists to embrace you protectively, kissing up and down your neck as he thrusts long, slow strokes into you. He'd be all over you. His hands, his lips, and his tongue would again caress every spot on your body, especially on the spots he left a hickey on. He'd kiss them softly, and would cheekily smile into your skin, knowing that these marks would be visible for all to see the next day. After all, they need to know that you belong to him, just as his heart belongs to you.
"Can you SEE how much I love you?"
VIL, Jade, Rook, Jamil, Lilia, Rollo, Azul
You're self conscious? On his watch? Absolutely not.
Seems like you need to SEE how much he loves you in order to really believe it. So after quickly dealing with those who had planted their foolish ideas into your mind, he'll immediately take you to his room to help you confront your problem head on.
He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, as he speaks to you, "Dear, I've noticed that you've been shying away from me because you've become self-conscious...you need not be. Do not listen to what others say, they don't matter. I adore you just as you are."
When he sees you finally ease up by his words, he'll smile tenderly at you and will then pat his thigh, "Come here..."
You do as you are told, and when you get close to him, he'll suddenly pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. Funny thing is, up until now, you hadn't realized the grand mirror that was in front of you two. Had he always had that there? In fact, he did not. But today, he needed it for his plan to help you become less conscious. Oh, you're in for it now đ
"I'm glad you've noticed the mirror. Keep your eyes on it...no matter what I do", he'll mention as he narrows his look into your eyes in its reflection, and you can definitely tell he was plotting something. You were about to ask about it until he surprises you with a multitude of kisses up and down your neck and down your shoulders. If you asked if you could face him, he'd immediately turn you down, telling you to look into the mirror.
And as he became more sensual, letting his hands roam up your body to cup your breasts and fondle them as he continued to kiss your jaw and insisted you to keep your eyes glued to the mirror, you eventually realized his plan: he was going to make you watch yourself as he made love to you.
You figured that it would be easy to endure, but soon enough, you'd think otherwise as he'd further surprise you with his touches.
He'd bring his hands down to your waistband and begin pulling your pants off so that your lower half was now bare. Then, bringing his hands back up to your thighs, he'd begin to spread your legs open slowly, while looking in the mirror to enjoy the view of your pussy all soaking wet for him. "Ah~ You're so wet", he'll grin, eyes half-lidded at the sight. He'll hover a hand over your heat and begins to rub his middle finger up and down your slick, earning a shudder from you. After rubbing it enough, he'll insert it into your hole, massaging your insides and finding that sensitive spot that has you squeezing onto his finger.
You look away from the mirror and shut your eyes at the pleasure he's giving you, but he'll click his tongue, and stops his motions at your reaction, "That won't do, dear. Don't look away". With his other hand, he'll grab your chin and make you face the mirror once more, "Open your eyes. You need to watch as I pleasure you" and with the lack of friction making you antsy, you open your eyes to watch the erotic sight of him touching you. "Good girl", he'll hum. And for that, he'll reward you by using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.
He'll continue to pleasure you while making you watch him, becoming pleased with himself as he was getting you to stare at the sight with less hesitation each time.
When at last he has himself inserted in you, thrusting up into you relentlessly as you both watch yourselves in the mirror, mouths agape as you both moan and pant, faces flushed, eyes heavy with lust, bodies wet from sweat and arousal, he'll lean in towards you ear, sultry whispering,
"Get used to this image, my love...become so accustomed to it that it won't matter what anyone says. You'll remember that you and I are meant to be together...joined as one both body and soul, just like this"
"Do you know what you do to me?"
MALLEUS, Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, Idia
He'd full of worry when you distance yourself from him, wondering if he had done or said something to cause it. Though, hen he finds out that the reason for it was your self-consciousness and the gossip of others that had influenced it, he is fuming. Who dares to insult his darling?! To make you feel this way? He'd be so tempted to make them endure his wrath, but he'd ultimately decide to deal with it later. The most important thing right now was you. It pained him to see you look at yourself that way when he thought the entire world of you. (He practically kisses the ground you walk on, lol)
So he would waste zero time to confront you because there's no way he was going to let you think that he didn't love and care for you.
Do you know exactly the effect you have on him? He'll let you know. He'll tell you how warm you make him feel inside, how you ease him while still managing to give him butterflies in his stomach everytime you laugh or smile at him, how grateful he is to have you in his life. He'll then take your hand, bring it up to his face, and lean his cheek into your palm, telling you how he easily melts into your touch and submits himself to you.
He'll guide your hand down his body, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin, down to his chest, where you can feel the pounding of his heart.
"Feel the rhythm of my heart...it only beats like that for you. You mean everything to me, y/n. Never forget that", and he would press a kiss onto your lips, desperation imbued into them. That desperation would soon turn into passion when you gladly returned his fervor, letting him know that you understood him and relief washed over him.
As you two fiercely kissed, devouring each other's mouths, letting your tongues dance, he realized that he was still holding your hand. So, he'd take the chance to continue guiding your hand further down his body to show you another effect you had on him. You'd gasp when your hand met with his clothed erection, breaking the kiss to look down at it and back up at him. He'll have a faint blush on his cheeks, but will look at you with a firmness in his eyes, "Only you make me feel this way." He'll release his grasp on you, yet, you'll maintain your grasp on him, ready to show him the love and affection that he showed you.
And indeed, you'll feel how enamored and obsessed you make him when you pull down his pants to free his throbbing cock, to lick it, suck on it, bounce on it, ride it, and squeeze it so good that the evidence of his love will be buried deep inside of you and will continue to overflow.
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He'll also show you what you do to him even when he wasn't with you at the moment. Even if you were away for a while, he'd send you a video touching himself to you. In the video, you'll see his beautiful face twisted in need as you listen to him panting, gasping, and moaning out your name numerous times, accompanied with the wet sounds of his sex being attended to. This would go on for several minutes for you to enjoy, and in the after his release, he'll look hazily to the camera, cheeks flushed, semen stained on his hand, abdomen, and thighs, lips parted as he breathlessly heaves out, "This is what you do to me"
If you were there, he wouldn't have made such a mess everywhere 'cause he would have made his mess inside of you instead, just sayin' ;)
(Cater isn't a part of this category, but I can totally see him doing this too!)
"I love your..."
NEIGE, Cater, KALIM, Che'nya, Trey, Ruggie
You distancing yourself from him would immediately have alarms going off in his head because this would be highly unusual. You two were always joined at the hip (sometimes literally) after all. When he realizes that you're self-conscious, he'll immediately reassure you.
"You know what I love so much about you? I'll tell you!" He'll grab your hand and bring it up to his lips, "I love your touch", and will kiss your palm. He'll then lean towards your face so that his lips were ghosting your forehead, "I love your beautiful mind", and kisses it. He'll then kiss the corner of your lips, "Your pretty smile", which would earn him that beloved expression from you, to his delight. He'll kiss down your neck, "Your voice and the things you say to me", and as he tries to kiss your collarbone, he will pull off your top to expose more of the skin he can kiss. He'll continue down towards your chest, kissing your warm bosom, "Your kind heart and affection". And he'll go on to kissing all over your body as he says what he adores and loves about you, removing any more clothing that might hinder his lips from meeting your skin.
With all his kisses, you were nearly laid entirely bare. All of your clothing were off except for your panties. As he lowers himself down to hover his lips on your clothed sex, he'll look up at you, blush dusted on his cheeks and a sensual look in his eye, "Would you allow me to continue saying what else I love about you?". And with your nod of permission, he'll slip the garment off, and whisper, "I love the way you taste" before giving a deep kiss to your lips. He'll go on to kiss it repeatedly and as you moan and sigh from his kisses below, he'll shakily breathe out, "I love the sounds you make when I'm making you feel good...a-ah..! You make me feel so good" as he mindlessly grinds into the mattress, pre-cum staining the bed, aroused by you.
You'd think he'd be done after letting you know the numerous things he loved about you, but he still had one more he had to say. So after letting you release your nectar onto his lips and drinking it, he's gonna line himself up to your dripping entrance, and will say, "I love being inside you", before inserting himself into your heat. He'll continue to mutter on with each thrust, "oh, you're so warm...you take me in so well...I love it...I love you....so very much"
And with all of the places he's kissed and all of his words of adoration, I'm sure you'll understand the magnitude of his love for you by the end of the night
a/n: this one was much longer than usual! Some seem a bit ooc and I honestly kinda gave up at the ends of most afshdkwgjak oh well đŤ¤
Š 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
it is every player's dream to wake up in the world of their otome game but not you, you're not the mc or the heroine of the game that was supposed to be you. in some twisted joke the universe decided for you â you get to live and survive the ruthless n109 zone where your main love interest resides.
ââ commissioned by @jamjyro
đ ŕŁŞË Ö´ content warnings. isekaid reader + nonmc + gun violence + depictions of disposing corpses + anxiety + coercion + blood + angst + there will be a part 2.
đ ŕŁŞË Ö´ notes. hey you all, it's been a long time since the last time I've posted. thank you very much for the patience and the support that you had given me through this difficulties of my life. i'm still adjusting and little bit struggling. once again, thank you very much for still sticking in this ghosty blog of mine.
Bang!
Shots are fired. Followed by the familiar deafening sounds of heavy machine guns rolling outside and the screech of wheels. You jolted awake that you almost roll and fall from your makeshift bed. What the hell is happening at this hour and in broad daylight? That was expected cause you live in the N109 Zone but you were still not used of the people here exchanging bullets.
But why? Why here? You want to scream in frustration as you crawled in the floor of the building you decided to be your base, a temporary home after being isekaid in a game that you play every single day. It's almost unhealthy from how you obsessed with it and then when you wanted to quit, you got thrown inside the game. What a stroke of luck. Funny. Ha-ha. The game fucking sent you to the unforgiven land of N109 Zone. How the hell can you survive when you got the survival skill of a hamster.
It was going to be fine if you possessed the body of your MC that you spent hours customizing to look like you or somewhat closer to what you look like and only to stare at a mirror and see your real life reflection cluelessly staring.
You spent the first hour agonizing on how you can survive. Thinking how nice if you have a somewhat useful Evol but you don't. You were fucked. You were clueless in where you are at first when you woke up in the middle of the road at first.
No clue in your surroundings until the gunshots came and the angry shouts. Superfucked. And thatâs when you realized you were in the N109 Zone. Ultra duper superfucked. The tall buildings, moldy walls in the dark alleyways and there was some sort of shadows lurking in the walls.
It was hard for your first days. You were cold and hungry. Exhausted and clueless on where to start until you remembered Elysium. The place were information are exchanged and under the protection of Sylus.
Yeah, Sylus. Your main in the game and you didn't know what to feel. Knowing that you're not your MC and realized that MC is probably the custom avatar of the game. A far cry from your supposed MC or you. Technically you were MC when you're playing but this time you are not. You were starting to believe that you are not truly MC which is true.
Enough of that, if you want to survive you better start relying on your own and learn a few tricks to save your ass. You don't want to die in a foreign land, let alone a land in a fictional game that you're currently in.
You were about to embark in a journey when you remember you didn't have a trade. Elysium was for intelligent information, assassination and trade of arms and other illegal stuff and you don't do illegal. You can't even handle a gun or pull a pin on a grenade. Hacking? Not a plausible idea. You were only good at organizing documents in a computer.
You stopped in your tracks. Careful at your surroundings, your shoulders slump as you agonize on what trade you can offer in exchange for some lump sum of money or shelter or food or all of the above. You were good as a dead meat. You badly want to cry until a light bulb appeared in your head.
The game was basically your manual on how to survive the game or how to live in the N109 Zone. Although people like you won't survive long. It's either to rise in the ashes or drown in the murky waters.
You already finished the main story, starting from Sylus first appearance which made your heart go thump-thump and spent money that almost your whole salary in a month. You read the anecdotes, his myth. You knew everything about him. His personal life and his connection with MC and how he rules the N109 Zone. Onychinus was the top of the hierarchy here. You know how the Elysium operates so that's what you're going to do. Exchange some information about the future canon events that is yet to happen.
The problem is â it was suspicious. You can't really crash in Elysium and tell Aislinn, the bartender about it. Knowing she directly reports to Sylus and the reality that you weren't your MC â you were surely going to end up with a gun to your head. A stranger revealing secrets, it wasn't a ideal way but you really want to live and that weighs more than anything than the fear and so, standing in front of the Elysium â you entered with deathâs hand at your shoulder.
For the better, it turned out good. You didn't reveal anything, someone beat you to the punch of revealing and opportunity opened up to you. Even the N109 Zone was lawless and chaotic, some gangs and organizations really didn't want to leave trace of the transactions that occurred in the hidden areas or the docks and warehouses that the deals takes place.
One of the patrons were looking for someone who can take care of that and you volunteered without a second thought. Your safety will be compromised with that line of work but they only is to keep your mouth shut and deal with the bloodied mess â you took it without hesitation. It was rare for someone to take that but you really need money to start or provide yourself with some basic needs and thus, you ended up in your current situation.
Bullets are flying everywhere and you're going to end up as a casualty if you don't move. You grabbed the classic Smith and Wesson handgun you keep even you don't know how to use it but only when the times comes you need to protect yourself. You didn't know it will come to this point.
You intentionally picked this place for your base. It was the abandoned place far from the chaos of the main zone and it wasn't really ideal for wars because it was very far and the terrain wasn't that good. Broken concrete roads and it can be really hot in the mornings. The surrounding buildings are covered with moss and the fauna was slowly taking over. It wasn't ideal for you to live in the area but it provides safety except now.
A stray bullet pierced to a glass window near you. The glass shatters as it broke and falls near your feet. Without a second thought you immediately crawl. Grabbing the small bag you keep under your bed when you need to run immediately. You grip it tightly as you stand up and bolted away from where you are. The building was still sturdy but the previous gang wars and the Chronorift Catastrophe left it to be abandoned like the other surrounding buildings.
As you descended from the stairs, you held the gun close to you. Your fingers finds the hammer of the gun and hearing the familiar click, you swallowed hardly. Tapping your varsity jacket pockets to check if you have the extra magazines in case you need to reload if you â you hope not, you have to fire in case of self defense.
God, why must you be transported in such a hostile place. You would accept to wake up in a hospital â preferably Akso Hospital and be declared as someone who had amnesia and is truly clueless of what's happening and maybe you can get a glimpse of Dr. Zayne.
You could have gone to Linkon City but you didn't have an identity with you and getting out of N109 Zone needs a special entrance and exit to be granted in order for a individual to leave. The No Hunting Zones was also a way to leave but there's a reason why it was a no hunting zone. It crawls with Wanderers and as a civilian with no Evol, there's a higher chance of you being butchered or succumb to the Flux Nexus.
You're basically a NPC in this world and that sucks more than anything. Where you isekaid here because your main was Sylus? A deepspace tunnel opened and it brought you here. You didn't want to know. It was really disheartening that you have to be here because your main was Sylus. It wasn't like you were hating him or being disappointed. You were basically thrown in a den of lions.
Somehow you managed to survive on your own by being the lackey or you like to call yourself, a cleaner for some of the powerful organizations. You have learned how to remove bloodstains without a trace. The bodies were taken care of by whoever availed your services to clean. You make sure the scene of the crime were spotless as if nothing happened and it was just the same cold and moldy warehouse or alley.
Anyways if you can't get out of this mess, you can kiss your life goodbye.
A sudden burst of adrenaline pumping in your veins made you maneuver the steep stairs and crumbly walls with such ease. Your palm sweaty as it slides in the cold railing. Your body felt like iron as you bump in the walls at every sharp turn. Not bad, self. You want to pat yourself in the back for being able to do such things at your plump stature. You feel like the main protagonist from the movie you used to watch and was it the reason you were here in the N109 Zone? You got the prowess for combat? Such tall tales and that was later proven wrong.
You were good at evading not fighting. That's what you're currently doing right now and you almost let out a breath of relief as you pushed the door in the ground floor. Stumbling in the process as your two feet became unsynchronized. A bullet flew right by and it almost sent you tumbling backwards. You badly want to cry. You're not really built for this.
It seems that your escape route hasn't been intercepted and they're far away from it. You can just run and go for it. Except when you're about to breakthrough â out of the corner in your eye â you caught the glimpse of him.
Sylus.
You can't be mistaken. It was hard to miss him. His name was spoken in whispers. In harsh words and in contempt because there's nothing more cruel than the one who rules the N109 Zone. The leader of Onychinus.
You avoided Sylus nor get involved with him. A civilian or rather a powerless human being in his world cannot survive and you cannot risk making enemies at the same time. You kept a low profile in the duration of your stay.
But to see your main love interests breathing and fighting his enemies in flesh made your chest bloom with warmth. The screen was your boundary between him and you. It was the closest you can ever have him. Pressing your fingertips in the cold screen of your phone and hope you can feel his warmth and hoped he can feel yours too.
He was so close and yet, out of your reach.
Suddenly, you were glued in the floor. Your body refusing to move despite your mind screaming for you to run off. Your legs are frozen. You cannot get involved with him. MC exists in this world andthey were destined for each other. He's waiting for her and you left that with the game's dynamics.
The sound of heavy rifles being loaded and the static ringing in the area and Sylus, there wasn't even much of a tremble or quiver in his movements. He was precise and calculated as he draws his gun. Easily replacing it with a new magazine. His dark glasses perched on his nose. He slides the rack before the sound of gunshot fills the air.
Wait, it's morning. Sylus should be asleep at this time and was only active in the night. Does this means he was overwhelmed and clearly ambushed? You run towards a nearly dilapidated beam. Assessing the situation and when you got a closer look, you notice the damp part of his dark collared shirt.
It wasn't visible but with the morning light and his movements that sways his leather jacket, you can see it. You remembered that Sylus can heal himself but he still get wounded and to get that wound â it must be deep for him to heal properly and he's currently bleeding under his clothes.
You did say you weren't going to get involved the moment you realized you weren't MC. Such matters would have sucked and in the time of care you deeply felt for him. Love will get you killed. Indifference will save you. That was the reason you survived upon being isekaid in the lawless land of N109 Zone.
Alas the moment you had fallen in love with Sylus that even the tiniest voice concern of why you shouldn't save someone just because they were in danger or rather they were the danger, it didn't matter.
Arriving at a resolution, you raised your gun. Pointing at him with a slight tremor in your arm and your palms sweaty that you might slip as you push the trigger. You can do it. You really can do it. You take a deep breath and with a exhale. You push the trigger and with a loud bang that resonated in the area â you hit your target.
He really can't say he was at his wit's end. He was Sylus. Ruler of the N109 Zone and being defeated at this foolish game of foolish people who wants him gone is a humiliation that will haunt him at his death. There's a rule among the residents of this land. It's to kill or be killed. And Sylus isn't going to get slaughtered like a lamb.
The sun's high and he was in a little pinch. His eyesight is made for the night and not in the light. He gives these men who managed to use their cards against him to corner the Onychinus leader. They were really pooling their meager resources to kill him but it wasn't enough although he can give them credits for getting a little smarter and Sylus isn't the one to back down from a fight.
He can give them a little recognition of such feat for injuring him. It was a stray bullet that found its way on his abdomen. He can heal â sure but being repeatedly injured, it stops. His shirt was soaking his blood and his enemies were closing in and then, in some twist or fate or luck or another person thirsty for his blood scrapes him by the shoulder with a bullet.
A stray bullet, maybe but whoever shot him and hitting the one who's closing him falling at the scorching road with a thud must be an amateur or was just really lucky for wounding him and maybe killing the other.
Before he can turn around to look at this one who's brave enough to take a shot, they grab his hand. Pulling them with force of urgency. They run, evading his enemies and although Sylus isn't the one back down from a fight, he knew he needed respite.
Turn after turn, him returning the rounds of bullets to his aggressors. He takes a look at this mortal who dared to save him. Navigating narrow alleyways and taking every sharp turns without pausing like you know every part of this place.
The gunshots have stopped, deciding that you successfully shaked them off. You take a look at his face. âThereâs a nearby exit here. They probably don't know about the area and you will be safely get back in your own. I'll be going now. Goodbye.â You say with such firmness before running in the opposite direction without looking back.
You disappeared quickly in his sight. The black and white vision of you in your varsity jacket, boots clicking in the distance. Sylus was left with a strange feeling.
Who was this stranger who saved him and only to disappear on him?
Someone could have used this as a chance to curry favors from him. A chance to rise in the top cause the Onychinus leader never left being indebted to others and such act of saving him can bring fortune if he deemed you worthy but alas, he was only left in the abandoned street with no signs of life besides him. Reeling in the sensation of the stranger's soft hand that previously held his wrist.
No data found.
The screen of his laptop glares at him. No traces or evidence that stranger existed. He hacked every database around the world and no record are found about your identity. Are you a spy? A ghost? He knows you weren't a figment of his imagination that one morning. You were warm and you spoke to him.
You must have one cause despite being nonexistent to others or how much a person hides their identity â there will always be traces of a past of how a person lived no matter how much they try to bury it. The Onychinus searched for any activities that might have linked to you and why did you hole up in that kind of building.
He went back there. The buildings were riddled with bullets. Blood stains in the walls of what violence had occured in there. Investigating and leaving no spot untouched just to get a trace that you were there and you exist. What else could you have been doing there? Maybe you were running away from something or you just didn't like anything that relates to the ruthlessness of the place.
You were a mystery he wants to solve and any day now, you will appear. In the most of convenient or the most unwanted places but Sylus was sure that he will be meeting this stranger again.
âBoss, the scene's spotless. Kieran and I been searching for hours at that warehouse.â Luke's voice can be heard behind him as he stared at the screen. Sylus raises a brow. There's always a spot that's left untouched and he's been living in the N109 Zone for too long that after a bloody showdown, there's always dead bodies and shell casings littering on the cold floors.
Since when these bunch of nobodies started to clean up after themselves?
Well, this have been a occurrence of lately. Crime scenes are left clean. No bodies and not much left even a tiniest speck of blood. Whoever cleaning up these scenes are a professional. It's also hard to found out of whoever doing these are a group or individual but he can appreciate the cleanliness much it was a hassle for his operations. Everyone's evolving in the N109 Zone and he needs a little bit of an entertainment before the boredom catches up to him.
The district warehouse were huge. Larger than what you usually received from the organizations who avail your cleaning services. It was a mess but nothing you can't handle. Upon setting foot in the damp and cold warehouse with the scent of blood and gunpowder, you assess the mess.
Letting your OTTO fly and survey the scene. Scanning trails of blood that you have to manually clean and hidden dead bodies to be disposed of. Securing that there will be no marks or traces of DNA that will point the instigators of this conflict.
Scan completed.
Your OTTO cheerfully chirps at you and you began to slide the gloves in your hands and securing the shoe covers in your feet to avoid footprints that will link to you. You take the plastic sheet from your crate before rolling it to the moldy floors. This is where you will be putting the dead bodies and put them on the body bags you brought. Individually wrapping them up like spring rolls.
It was tasking for a individual work but doing it for months made your body stronger â strong enough to haul bodies heavier than yours. You began your work, stacking them up like building blocks and rolling them with a huff as you struggled cause why men looks like they're light and only to find out they're heavy with that kind of body. Even in death they were still dead weight.
After hauling the last body, you made your way to the blood trail with your handy cleaning tools along with a special solution. You were quick to learn for your trade of cleaning crime scenes for the organizations that pays you a lump sum of money enough to sustain you and sometimes they will throw an extra to a job well done which you always do.
You can always use the referral for your services. The quietness of the warehouse didn't bother you much. It was once a quiet night to work in and you doubt there will be anyone after such bloodied mess. You only focused on scrubbing the dried blood from the dry floor and sweep the dust to conceal the scent of your special solution. It wasn't that pungent but it didn't hurt to be extra careful. Discretion was your specialty.
The OTTO encircles the area and the humming sound coming from it was the noise you can hear while you busy yourself. Halfway through when it got too quiet and your OTTO was missing. You stopped in your tracks.
You remained crouching with a brush in your hand as you raised your head. Listening to any telltale signs or noise that you're not entirely alone in this warehouse. Perhaps the heavy footsteps or a puff of breath. Anything that may harm you but nothing and you thought that maybe your OTTO malfunctioned since it was really a old model that you managed to salvage cause you can't still manage to upgrade it.
You were about to finish anyway and so scrubbed the floor a little harshly until the blood has separated from the floor before sweeping dust all over it before you walked towards where you hear your OTTO humming.
It was behind the crates, you can see your OTTO was blinking lights and was roughened in the edges with claw marks. The sight of your half destroyed companion send shivers down your spine. It feels like you were surrounded but when you look around there was nothing. You swallowed. Your hands inside the gloves were starting to moist. The pit of your stomach feels like sinking.
Something dangerous is near and you can't really pinpoint where it is. You try to balance it out. The pros and cons of leaving for your safety but your job was still not done. You couldn't really risk losing the source of your living in the N109 Zone and besides you faced fear many times before. What's the harm of risking another?
Deciding that you really can't leave your job, you grabbed your broken OTTO and decided that it really needs a replacement and it's been long and it should rest for being your companion for a long time. Still, seeing it destroyed pains you.
Now you have to manually check that they will be no evidence that you've been here after your OTTOâs broken.
A step and sudden jolt of uneasiness strikes you again. Raising your head, you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette in the upper railings. The sound of flapping wings followed by a rather loud caw. Black feather slowly descending towards you and landing in your outstretched palm.
God, any minute now or seconds he will be appearing now.
Snap.
A swirl of black and red mist appears in front of you and just like that â your main love interest, leader of Onychinus and the one who rules the N109 Zone â Sylus stands before you.
Scared? Not really. You were blinking back tears because he was so close and your mind really decided to replay what he had gone through. Dying in the hands of his sorceress and not granting him death unless she allows it. Then, they found each other again. Both immortals dying in each other's arm and again, two children fighting to death and escaping to another planet and only to separate once again and he's here in front of you.
Standing tall and immaculate with the air of authority in his stature. Head held high and you can see the subtle glow of the Aether Core in his right eye. The reds of his eyes glimmer in the dim lit warehouse.
You take a step backwards, cradling your destroyed OTTO closer to you. Not daring to speak a word or look in his eyes.
âJust when I thought these fools has learned to be careful.â He muses. A faint smirk in his lips as he looks at you and the pile of dead bodies you were about to dispose behind.
âMaybe. I'm the only person here though. Cleaning out the mess.â You shrugged. Cradling your destroyed OTTO and walking towards your âcleaning van.â You gently put your companion in a crate before grabbing the brush again to continue cleaning. Wiping the sweat off in your forehead with the back of your arm.
Sylus remains silent. Following your every movement under his gaze about this person who was unintentionally ignoring him and going back to your job. Not even an ounce of fear behind those tired eyes. Were you feigning ignorance of the truth that you saved him? The leader of Onychinus and the feared man of the N109 Zone. That matter didn't seem to bother you.
âDo you know that when people save someone they expect something in return?â He began. Baiting the person in front of him for a favor. âItâs a chance for them to rise in this wasteland.â
âIâm managing.â You pragmatically answered even when your heart is beating fast cause you know secrets in this world and you really don't want to involve yourself with Sylus. You were living quietly and you badly want to get out of this world or maybe ask him to get you a identity to live in Linkon but that would raise suspicions cause why would you ask for a identity. It's either you're a criminal or someone who doesn't belong in this world.
He also didn't belong in this world but wherever MC is, he follows. A flower who still bloomed beautifully in a different soil.
His expensive cologne wafts in the air. His shoes scraping the dust in the floor. His coat swaying every movement and it's enough to intimidate you and you hope you're calm in the outside.
âOh really.â His voice lowers into a timber and oh, it was really different from his secret times and tender moments, you want to squeal so bad if it wasn't for the implication that he's already smelling your bullshit.
âYou want to go home. Why is that?â You swallowed. You cursed the goddamn Aether Core in his eye that can see the desire of someone. It's true. You've been wanting to go home since you got isekaid here.
âIâm not from here. Just a terrible luck.â You confessed under the intensity of his gaze but still withholding the secret you have. You're not easy to crack but Sylus can read you like an open book.
He hums in understanding. Not forcing you to give the details of your life cause he will be the one to know it. âI don't like the feeling of being indebted from someone below me.â
âYouâre not indebted to me.â You briefly paused. Daring to steal a glance before focusing the task in your hand.
âMy body choose to move that day when I could have run. I have no intention of saving you.â You say in a matter-of-factly. âI don't want to involve myself to someone powerful and if you feel indebted.â Swallowing the imaginary lump in your throat. âThere is one thing you can do.â
You look at him straight in the eyes.
âLeave me alone.â
Sylus raises his eyebrows. He can't brush it off why you were so adamant not being involved with him when people got the leverage to do business or something simple as favor they rush but you â you were rushing to get out of his hair.
Leave you alone? There is really something wrong and Sylus sharp instincts knows better than to grant it. To call it quits. You were also calm and composed when facing him aside from the sudden beats of your heart that he can hear.
You didn't also run the moment he made his appearance which people usually do upon meeting him. Maybe is it because you know he can't harm you after saving him that one morning. N109 Zone wasn't really that barbaric and there's sliver of morals that are still practiced.
You can't kill someone unless they're the first to draw blood or unless it was contractual and the killing is ordered. Sylus has disposed people that betrayed him or were hindering his plans.
Besides you look amateur but Sylus isn't someone to really judge based on how you look. It was finding the value of someone and with some pressure you could be a coal turning into a pearl with the right pressure.
You didn't quite grasped how the N109 Zone works and you choose the job to clean the aftermath of every shootouts and doing the dirty work of disposing corpses. You were only surviving base on your skills and Sylus can use some of your talents.
âThat would be impossible, dove.â
His eyes narrowing, clearly intrigued cause it was looking into a blank slate but is packed with so much color.
He can see how you freeze for a second. Hands trembling like you were hiding a secret and the next question confirms his suspicion.
âWho are you?â Ruby red eyes stares at you. Waiting for you to crack and this where Sylus would have normally put you in a gun point. Forcing you to reveal yourself but can you really? Will he believe you? That he was only a pixelated character in a game. A otome game that doomed you for loving him? Whereas you were supposed to be the MC, the player but when you saw your reflection you were just you.
Nothing special like the MC. Not a badass hunter. Not someone's childhood friend. Not someone's bride or a princess. Not a knight nor a queen. Not a sorceress who didn't allow her dragon to truly die and be destined together with every lifetime.
You were you. A regular human who didn't possess a extraordinary power. You were someone who was flawed. Trying to survive in a place that won't be merciful to someone weak.
âItâs none of your business.â Closing the doors of your van after hauling the dead bodies to dispose of with a loud thud. If you were somewhat decent you wouldn't have shown Sylus such hostility. You know what he's capable but being cornered by him â yeah â you should be squealing or be flustered cause it was Sylus, you were in no position because you were in a dire situation and your existence doesn't contribute to the storyline of this world, including MC and his.
You also can't really tell him you're from the other world. It might be catastrophic. You don't really want to stray from canon events and the first step is to stay away from Sylus.
You were about to open the door of your van to get away. You were an inch of pulling that handle until thin red and black mists coils around your wrist. Preventing you from moving your hand.
You look at him in disbelief. Scoffing as you try to pry the tendrils of his Evol wrapped around your wrist. âReally?â You take a step forward. âIs this how you treat people who disagrees with you!?â
Sylus remains nonchalant. Although there's a hint of amusement and curiousity behind his eyes. You weren't perturbed at all with his Evol but he can give you the benefit of the doubt. âNot really. Usually they end up dead.â His hand moves manipulating it to pull you.
âAssuring but can you let me go? I really don't want anything from you. Let just call it quits, please?â You pleaded. The sleeves of your varsity jacket crumples as you try again to get out of his grip. âI still have to finish my job.â Biting your lip anxiously as you desperately look at your van. The bodies are going to rot now before you can dispose of them.
âThe twins can take care of it.â
âHow can Lukeââ Your eyes widens, biting your tongue at your slip up. You forgot that no one really knows what the twins names are except Sylus. They were his henchmen after all and a stranger â you was the final nail in the coffin.
âInteresting.â His lips curve into a smirk and you know what it means. âYou and I are going to have a long conversation.â Giving you no room to retaliate or defend yourself. It was useless anyways, no one really escapes him and you hope that you can still get out. Alive.
The hallways were dark. The warm light of the wall sconces was the source of the light. You get the idea that Sylus is taking you to the dining room where he once eviscerated someone after a disagreement and finding the other person was trying to take both sides and Sylus does not like traitors.
You were walking behind him. His Evol long deactivated cause he knows you can't run even as you try to look around for possible escape routes and you really can't even you want too. His windows are a no-no. You don't want to plummet to your death from the top floor.
Sylus pushes the door. Inside were the sleek black marble top table with two candles lit in the candelabra. A deep red velvet chairs upholstered. Everything was Sylus's taste that you saw in his bond memories where he and MC stays. Your remember their little banters and how bossy he was.
It brings a smile to your face as you take the surroundings of the room. Luke and Kieran were probably wrecking your van. They were making you jobless in the Zone. You hoped that your van will still be returned in one piece.
âSit.â He orders you and you complied without hesitation. Sylus can be impatient and being stubborn will probably get your neck choked. Settling in the chair, it was remarkably soft. You can't remember the last time you sat in something plush. Concrete stairs and crates in warehouses were your chair. The cold floor of the temporary base you set up covered with a old mattress was your bed.
Sylus stands behind the counter. Pulling glasses to pour a drink for himself and to you. âLetâs get started with a simple conversation.â The glass clinks as he puts on cubes of ice. âI ask you a question and you will answer me.â
âOkay.â He hears you murmur. Your posture was rigid. Legs bouncing out of nervousness in the chair. Chewing on your lips and your hands were hidden in the sleeves of your jacket like you were put in a straitjacket but he knows you were scratching your skin.
You were guilty as you look. Actions don't lie. Or maybe you were anxious. He got something to ease you up. âHere.â Nudging the glass in front of you. The amber liquid sloshing with the ice. You take it. He's probably making you loosen your tongue which is maybe going to work.
His eyes follows your movement. Bringing the glass of whiskey in your lips and your nose scrunches at the sharp aroma. He watch as you look at him before breaking eye contact and taking a swig of the drink and the reaction was immediate.
Sharp violent coughs shook your whole body. Your eyes watering as the liquid burned down your throat. You used your arm to cover your mouth while you coughed. God, what kind of humiliation the universe is putting you through and in front of Sylus.
âWho are you?â He began to question you and you glare at him. Wiping the corner of your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket. âA stranger.â Coughing up the last bits as you try to draw out the bitter taste.
You really don't want to lie but you were not in your world and you were afraid that you were going to disrupt the timeline of this story. You didn't want to be a huge spoiler or accidentally trigger a effect that will rip the balance of this world.
Sylus looks at you blankly. âWhat are you doing in the warehouse?â
âTrying to make a living. I can't survive here unless I do something.â Rubbing your knuckles in your eyes.
âLetâs get back to my former question. Who are you?â His voice are dripping with venom and you watch the subtle twitch of his hands and the next thing will be is he's blowing your head off.
âYou want to know? I'm just some unfortunate soul who got here.â Pursing your lip in a thin line. Conflicted on how to process your emotions. You were scared, frustrated and angry. You shouldn't have saved him.
âAnd now youâre going to ask why I knew Luke and Kieran.â You paused for a bit. The confession is going to give you a headache. âYou're a pixelated game character on my world.â
And the headache begun. He only raised his brows like you were just messing up with him. âI know how ridiculous it sounds but it's true.â
âYou don't believe me? You're Sylus Qin. You're a wanted criminal in Philos and you escaped from Tartarus.â You began to explain. Legs bouncing anxiously with every tick of the clock. Sylus was practically a weapon ready to fire at any moment.
âWant to know more? You manipulated Miss Hunter to kill you when she was a sorceress and you were a dragon. You were ostracized from your own kind. You can't die unless she allows you to. You were also children too. Fighting to death in the arena with the other children and when it's down to both of you â you made the decision to escape and she did too but you two got separated.â âYou revealed. âIs that enough?â
âHe didn't say anything else as if convinced. ââHow did you end up here?â
ââI don't know. I just woke up in the middle of the road.â
âSylus didn't press anything more. As far as he knows you're an anomaly.
ââCan I leave now?â You asked. Thinking this interrogation is done and you really don't want to disrupt this world. Afraid that if you interfere some butterfly effect would activate and all of this world are going to be doomed. The plot was really important and every decision of the characters either make or break.
You waited for his response. Thinking of the van that are being used by the twins. You hoped that they know where to dump the bodies and your van isn't being banged up. The source of your income and means of survival rests on how they treat your van.
âI'm afraid that's not going to happen.â
âW-waaâwhat? Why!?â Eyes wide in disbelief. Your brows are raised and with the little shot of that alcoholic unnerved you in ways that you didn't know you can.
You look at him like you hit your head (which you already did by thunking your forehead in the top rail of your chair) and find that he's real ugly but he's not. He's hot. Infuriatingly hot. You can't count how many times you fantasize kissing Sylus and moisturize that dry lips of his.
You wanted that when he was on your screen and now, you're not, maybe a little. Get a grip! You tell to yourself but you dread about this â of not being able to leave. You're going to be in the front row and watch the world fuss about MC. The next days are going to be the start of her story with Sylus. Their first meeting.
âYou're an anomaly in this world.â
Your heart drops. Of course, you're an anomaly. Sylus must have analyzed you or searched for your identity and to only find nothing.
âYou know a lot about of things going around here and I can't have you running around with that kind of information.â He reasons, taking a step towards you.
âI'm basically a NPC in this world. I don't see the relevance of me being here.â You counter. Pressing your forehead in the back of the chair because you really didn't want to be involved with him.
âWhat if I say, I don't want to?â
âYou really don't have a choice here, kitten.â
âFuck.â You muttered, running our reasons to use. âI have a job around here. I can't have you bossing me around. I won't also ask for a compensation.â Referring to your destroyed OTTO and your van that is going to be thrashed by the twins. You can always start. You survived your first day and managed to live this long.
Sylus can see the reluctance in you. Mixed with the desperation of not wanting to get involved with him. He's a dangerous man. Money isn't really a problem for him and he can get you a nice place to live and a brand new van and the latest OTTO catered to your needs. When in reluctance, give them the assurance.
âIs cleaning up dead bodies and blood that fun?â Your eyes flickers towards him. âNot really but it keeps my stomach full and meets my basic needs. Shelter I have plenty.â Rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort yourself. Eyes a little droopy and your lips curled into a frown.
Living in the N109 Zone with no means of being the strong was your struggle. It was life or death for you.
âI have a proposal.â When you can't convince someone, you put the stakes higher. Sylus continues as he noticed you tilt your head. Interested at the proposal he was about to make.
âYou will be provided everything you need. You shall never starve or work for your food. I will give you shelter. You can hole up in one of the rooms here. I have plenty. You will have a identity you desire. A clean slate for you to start somewhere new.â
âThat's preposterous for someone like you, Sylus.â Shaking your head as you try to think about what to do before looking back at him. âI can't be near you. I'm a walking spoiler.â You swallowed as if there's something stuck in your throat.
âIf information is what you want of future events, I can't tell you about it. I won't disrupt the natural order of this world.â Pulling your jacket and standing up. Putting back the chair in its right place.
âThe only mistake I did was to save you.â
âIs that so?â He hums.
Thinking of what he should do about you. âSuch trivial matters don't bother me. You're not really disrupting anything and I won't ask for information.â You can see the brief flicker of light passing through his right eye where the Aether Core is placed.
âWork for me. You'll get more benefits than what you wished for.â
He watched as you hesitate. You will still have a choice with the proposal he suggested. You are free to operate around his area and maybe he'll take you as a secretary. It's unlikely you'll betray him. You're smart for your own good to betray as someone powerful like him.
It didn't take long for a few seconds for you to decide.
âFine.â
The smirk on his face grew wider.
You gave the arrangement six months.
It shouldn't be too long or less. You wanted Sylus to make it shorter because any time soon or any day, he and MC will cross paths and even you wanted to witness their long-awaited reunion â you just can't.
Because what kind of bullshit of people telling you that you are MC in your world and to find out you were the anomaly in this world even you accepted it that you really can't be MC with the game having her life determined and the routes of the story written. MC may have your face in the game but you can never be her.
It sounds bitter but this was your reality. You're not about to witness their love when you have a life to live. A few months staying under his base is the thing you have to live through. You didn't understand why Sylus has to take you under his wing.
You did say you weren't tell him about the future happenings or any information that will about to happen. Probably he's getting bored and what's a little fun to observe a anomaly for his entertainment.
That's your sentiment but you know Sylus isn't that cruel to treat you as one. He may have his reasons and you will never know any of it.
The least you can do is stay put until there's a change of events. It's a matter of time before the story line of the game will start to happen and when MC has grown curious about the N109 Zone and Sylus.
The Onychinus base was huge. Well, huge is an understatement. It's a whole fricking building and despite that doing nothing means you're penniless. Sylus did tell you that the commodities in the building are free to use but a week after almost exploring the whole base â you found yourself restless.
You've been on the run the moment you were transported in this world. Always thinking for ways to survive. Hustling to get by and earn that money that was essential for your job and puts a food in your table. You were always on the lookout for jobs that needs your specialty. It's pay per transaction and you take pride in your work.
Abandoning your livelihood means abandoning your security. There was no discussion about it between you and Sylus even he did say you will work for him, there was really nothing about the job description and you hate to think you were freeloading to him.
So you did what you know best â accepting a clean up job. The pay was huge. The bigger the money they offer the messier and complicated it was but you didn't care. Money is money. You take the keys of the van Sylus owed you after the twins has trashed it like you expected.
You begin to drive towards your destination after picking up a new stash of cleaning supplies you have hidden in one of your hideouts.
The building wasn't that ruined when stepped out of your van. It changed by the times and the lack of maintenance made it unsuitable for moving.
You began to unload the supplies from your bag. Securing the roll of plastic wraps and duct tapes. A makeshift cart that contains all of your cleaning materials with some strong chemical that's enough to knock someone out when inhaled.
The scene that greeted you were something out of a horror film or some sci-fi you used to watch back in your world.
Bloody was the least you will used to describe the scene. It was beautiful. If you can ignore the lifeless bodies impaled with ice spikes. The paleness of the blues of ice mixes with the red. Creating a almost whimsical look like a blood red moon.
You guessed that you find anything as visceral as this normal after cleaning up places. Murder with the use of Evol wasn't unheard of, you've clean plenty of it and disposed mutilated bodies that was almost beyond recognition. You've also thrown bodies or parts of one in a single trash bag.
Time is the essence and even with the structured ice Evol, it was starting to melt and when ice are thawed â everything's going to be bloody from here and so you began to take your trusty lightsaber-esque equipment that's good for cutting through metal, bones and of course, ice. As long they're solid it gets the job done.
The smell didn't even bother you. It was like meat that you left to defrost and forgot to take it out for cooking and it starts to go bad. It's worse for you the first time but the fear of not being able to survive gets you out of that disgust.
Pressing the button of your tool, it shortly crackles â bursts and emits a bright orange glow and then you start to cut through flesh and bone.
It's good to know that you're still capable.
After that work and clean up, you were done for the day, night. You still didn't regulate your sleeping hours even with the comfortable place Sylus provided for you at the base and paired with restlessness.
Driving back to Onychinus base made you uneasy, sure you move places to places and sometimes settled for months but a month in Sylus's base didn't feels like something you can live with. You were grateful but coming back to the base is still unfamiliar territory for you.
Attachment creates dangerous conflicting feelings and having known danger and how powerful attachment can be â you ignored.
It's the reason why you keep the interaction to Sylus minimal except when it's necessary and you can't avoid him without being too obvious.
You surely can't start catching feelings for him even he's your main love interest in the real world and when he's a game character. But how about when he's real and you're near him? That you can hear his voice, can touch him and talk to him? Can you not really fall in love? And there's MC.
But it's difficult when you're in his world and living in his base where any chance you can bump into him and it happened the moment you were about to retreat in your room. The hallways were big but it connects to everything.
You were about to turn when you almost bump into Sylus. The familiar outfit that he almost dons everyday in your home screen is what he wore. "Hey." You awkwardly greeted him. Gripping the hem of your sweatshirt that reeks with the scent of blood and chemicals for cleaning.
"I thought you might have escaped.â
Liar. He knows where you are and he knows your circumstances. You can't leave him. Not yet.
âAs you can see, I can't. I'm powerless.â You murmur.
There's a moment of awkward silence but it might be you until Sylus broke it.
âCare to join me for lunch, dove?â
You didn't know why Sylus started to call you dove but maybe he was referring you to one like the dove MC rescued and was put in his care temporarily in the Nightplumes card. It didn't happen yet but the cards are connected to the future events after their meeting.
You refused. âNo, thank you. I'm not reallyââ Your stomach betrays you, growling like you haven't eaten for days. ââ hungry.â You finished to say with your cheeks burning hotly from embarrassment.
Sylus chuckles and you badly want to jump out outside the window and plummet to your death.
âDo you really find me insufferable?â He asks, his eyes narrowing although there's a lilt.
âInsufferable? No. I don't find you like that or anything.â He's many things but insufferable. You mumble, concealing the expressions that might show in your face as your brain panics.
âGood. It would be a bad thing if my guest finds me intolerable.â
Turns out Sylus has already set up the table in the terrace. His chef, you meet him the second day in your stay in Sylus's base and asked you what you wanted to eat. The Onychinus leader told you that you have permission to use the kitchen or ask the chef whatever you felt like eating.
You absolutely remember the terrace it was shown in the kindle of his first myth card where he taught MC on how to improve her combat skills. Knowing the terrace part of the base is where Sylus sometimes took his meals.
If you did suddenly get back home, you have a lot of things to brag as you take your sit across "Boss-man Sylus."
It's not like everyday is an opportunity to share a table with Sylus, the most desired love interest in your world.
âHow was your work today?â
âGrotesque but it's nothing that I can't handle.â You shrugged, taking your cutlery and mimicking Sylus's gesture as he began to eat.
You have quite the appetite despite the scene earlier. Your stomach has gotten thick overtime as you took that line of work.
"I assume someone has gone rouge.â
âIf you would put it that way.â
He hums. Gently twirling the glass of wine and the red liquid sloshed inside of it. He takes a sip before resuming on his meal. You had done the same and the taste of wine made your taste buds burst into these tiny quantities of flavors you can taste.
Amusement glimmers in Sylus's eyes. Watching you taste something that you're not accustomed to. You told him that back in your world you have a job that covers your expenses and an extra for some indulgence.
Your indulgence was getting all his cards.
âDo you find your room comfortable?â He pries.
âYes, thank you.â You whispered. Meeting his gaze to show how sincere you are. You missed having a real bed not the make shift beds you have to temporarily sleep with.
âYou really didn't need to spend much on me. I'm not staying that long.â Reminding him of your arrangement.
Sylus chuckles. âI'm not the one to forget, dove.â Leaning on his chair and crossing his legs. âYou plan to go back in your job?â His eyes narrows at you.
âMaybe. I didn't really asked you about the details when you said that I'm working for you.â You told him. Putting your fork down cause you know where this conversation is being headed.
âHow about as my secretary?â He says without a beat. The way he says it was the same as he speaks in the game and you would have accepted it within a heartbeat if it wasn't for the position you are in.
âMe?â You asked, hoping you misheard it or your ears was playing tricks. âYour secretary? You don't even know me that much to be entrusted with that kind of work.â
âI don't need to know what kind of person you are.â
âI know you're not the one to make stupid decisions and I'm not going to doubt your judgement but even I am an anomaly in this world there's a chance that I will betray you.â You say, gripping the table cloth. Well, there's no betrayal that's going to happen but it was an excuse and a reason not to get closer to him.
Sylus smirks. You can see the amusement flickering all over his eyes at what you said. You were getting more interesting as the seconds pass and Sylus likes who he deemed interesting.
âPeople who plan to betray me don't tell me they're betraying me. Youâre selling yourself short, dove.â He pauses, crossing his legs underneath the table while he waits for your response.
He can see that you were still torn and hesitating.
âTake this offer and I'll make sure it will be worthwhile for the both of us.â
Is what he said and now, you're thinking that doomsday is already ahead in the game with you interfering. You hope that Sylus stays canon with MC and the original plot still intact.
May Astra or whatever deity send you back home before you disrupt the world with your existence.
i saw a tiktok saying that theyâre apparently gonna cut kataraâs painted lady arc down (or even entirely) and i was rightfully pissed to hear this
so i go into the comments and lo and behold the first thing i see (among MANY similar comments) is people blaming zutarians?? saying that the natla writers ship zutara and are therefore âcutting painted lady out to make zutara workâ ⌠as if that doesnât go against one of the most beloved tropes in this shipâs fandom?
zkâs LOVE painted lady/blue spirit arcs so much, itâs a fandom staple honestly
if anything, cutting away one of kataraâs arcs that give her autonomy and agency and border on vigilantism, is more aligned w the values of kaâs as shown by aangâs behaviour in tsr
zkâs have advocated heavily for more autonomy in kataraâs character and her life. a lot of zk stans are first and foremost katara stans
i commented as much and got a response from op (the creator of the tt) agreeing with me and even liking another zutara shippers comment
and yet âŚ
did they not just talk abt wanting no ships at all?? make it make sense . but wtv this ainât about them, they can have a fav ship, thatâs ok
it just doesnât make any sense to me to see injustice being done to kataraâs character and immediately link it to the fandom that arguably respects her the most without even considering it could actually be the doing of those that agree with the very same rhetoric of the original creators â the oneâs that okay-ed lines like âyouâre the avatarâs girlâ and âiâm confused (gets kissed without her consent)â.
anyway, ik weâre not moots so sorry for tagging but i love your guysâ takes so i genuinely wanna hear your thoughts if youâre open to it
Summary: you didn't mean to open up to a stranger. Literally.
Genre: smut, fluff
Warnings: nsfw, mdni, cursing, body worshipping, Chuuya is whipped, alcohol consumption, pet names, oral (f!receiving), p in v, soft sex, begging, light tickles, protected sex, cumming in pants, cumming untouched, slight overstim, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 22,569
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"You know what he said to me?"
"What?"
"He called me a fat bitch!"
The man beside you could only chuckle, his fedora tilting deliciously on his head, cheeks tinted pink from the wine he was drinking.
You didn't know how you found yourself in this position, but you weren't complaining. Not one bit when a man this hot was listening to your nonsense rant with a smirk that was begging to be kissed.
You just got dumped tonight by your stupid ex. You weren't upset about the break-up, you were upset that you let it get this far. But all of that was pushed aside now as you focused on nagging about all the XY chromosomes to this guy in front of you who introduced himself as Chuuya. And he didn't seem to mind, fuelling your anger and laughing at the sheer audacity of your ex to call you an insult as immature and childish as "fat".
"And you just took it?" He added, lips curling around the rim of his glass, meaning more than he was leading on with his words.
You noticed it immediately, he wasn't being subtle at all. But you weren't going to give in that easily. Not when one of his kind was so mean to you tonight. You had anger to take out and if the price would be paid by this random guy you just met at a cheap bar, then so be it.
"Of course not." You scoffed like his question was way past your skill set. "I punched his dick, then took his wallet." You held up the worn out brown leather wallet like a trophy, smirking triumphantly.
He could only laugh because if he did any more it would end up with his mouth on yours. "You know you're not paying, sweetheart."
His voice, already so deep and rough, was now slurred by the alcohol. And you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a tingle between your legs. You did and he noticed when you pressed your thighs together, his smirk sloppy in a way that's confident. He knew what he was doing, too damn good you wondered how many women had already fallen for his sweet little trap. And how good it must've felt.
"And why's that?" You couldn't help tease back, playing the game exactly how he wants it.
"Now," he leaned forward, pulling a black card out his pocket so casually you almost felt sober for a moment. "What kind of a man would I be, letting someone as beautiful as you to pay after you've had such a rough night, hm?"
You could tell, the way his words fell so sweet and smooth over your skin, that your night wasn't rough enough. His voice that almost felt mocking, brushed over your skin, and you knew he was gonna make it harder for you tonight. Or better, considering how sickeningly sweet he sounded.
He could see the way you eyed the card, your gaze lingering a little too long on his gloved finger, and he felt his knees wobble when he saw your throat work to bring the saliva down.
You were dangerous, he deduced. He was so weak for you. All you had to do was bat your pretty doe eyes at him, and he was yours. Yours to spend, to use. You could call him a slur and he would cum just from that. All because the world decided to make you exactly his type. A little ball of fire ready to blow up any second and consume everything in its path with its soft crimson flames.
He wasn't even trying to hide the massive bulge in his pants. Purposely spreading his legs wide on the stool, loving the way your eyes would catch onto the real star of the show.
"You're quite the gentleman, are you?"
And he huffed at that. Your cheeks flushed red, eyes glancing down before quickly looking away like he wasn't inviting you to feast upon him, it was adorable.
"I try to be." He said, leaning closer. "Pretty girl like you deserve so much more."
His eyes were locked with yours, unmoving, but you could see his hand twitch, itching to touch you. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the bulge of your thighs. Your poor jean shorts not being able to contain the soft flesh that doubled in size when you sat down.
His mouth watered, not even beginning to fathom how it would feel to stuff his face between them, have you suffocate him with those big, soft, plush thighs. He wants to bite them, mark them and live between them.
He snaps out of his thoughts when you place a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. He doesn't even remember when his gaze wandered down, but he could tell by the shy blush growing on your face, eyes struggling to hold his gaze, that maybe being a little greedy isn't so bad. Who could blame him? You were hypnotising. Putting a spell over him that he oh so gladly volunteered for.
"Don't you think you're getting a little too ahead of yourself?"
The sharp undertone of your voice only made him harder, combined with the shyness growing on your face, his cock hurt so much, straining against the rough fabric of his jeans.
"Tell me, what should I do, angel?" He spoke way too low, way too close to your lips.
And just when you thought he'd finally place his hand on your thigh that he's been wanting to do since the moment you sat down, he gently grabs your hand and places it on his clothed dick. You gasped, small hand gently cupping his dick, and you could feel out big he was through the fabric.
"You're ruining me here, darling." He sounds almost desperate, voice strained as he lets out a choked noise against your ear.
"Fuck, baby please..." He can't tell the difference between the alcohol and you anymore, both so intoxicating and so fucking good. "I'll give you everything, whatever you want. Just give me a chance, pretty."
He was practically begging now, letting out nasty and lewd noises shamelessly in your ear, his dick twitching under your touch, like it was trying to prove his point.
"Let me prove that asshole wrong..."
And that was the last straw. His hand finally found your thigh, and he drank in your shiver at his touch like a man deprived of water for ages. He gently squeezed the flesh there, heat seeping from his leather glove and finding your skin, making you press your legs tighter.
He slowly slid his hand higher, tongue flicking out to lick the shell of your ear, making you squeal. He chuckled, soft and mean right against your ear. You placed a hand on top of his on your leg, not stopping, just grounding yourself, fingers shaking slightly as they slid under the cold leather to feel the warmth of his skin.
"Just say the word."
You don't know when, but his mouth was on you instantly the moment you whispered back a small "yes".
The kiss wasn't rushed, it was slow, like he was testing the waters first. His lips ghosted over you before meeting yours so slow and soft that you wondered if the booze was making you hallucinate, if he was even there.
His tongue was what brought you back to reality. The velvety softness caressing your lips, coaxing them to open and welcome his warm tongue in your mouth all while he kept such a slow pace that it was becoming painful to hold back.
He tasted you so greedy and selfish, taking his sweet damn time, savouring every sound, every hitch, every damn touch. His tongue having a mind of its own as it licked and sucked, exploring your mouth so thoroughly, eyebrows frowning in delight like you were the sweetest thing he's ever had. The rest of it was a blur as you lost yourself in him. You didn't even know when you found yourself on his bed, completely naked under him.
He continued to kiss you so deep and slow, taking your breath away and replacing it with his own. He was still completely clothed above you, the humiliation making you more sensitive as you whimpered against his mouth and he eagerly swallowed that noise before it could even echo off the walls.
His sheets were soft, cold silk kissing your skin and wrapping around you. You couldn't even squirm, the fabric too much against your sensitive skin, every movement igniting a sweet sound that made his dick twitch against your thigh, eager but in control.
His hands were interlocked with yours as he pushed you back against the mountain of pillows, bare hands sharing their warmth with your cold ones as his thumbs brushed against your nuckles, a constant reminder that brought you back to reality because he didn't want you drunk off of him just yet.
The tip of his tongue carefully ran over the walls of your mouth while he sucked on your lips. It felt like your first kiss. You couldn't kiss him back, couldn't keep up with him. He was kissing you so good your mouth went numb, pleasure already clouding your brain.
When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected you two. You took deep shaky breaths against his lips which only tempted him to kiss the fuck out of you again. But he held back, relishing in your fucked out cock drunk expression when all his did was kiss you. In your defence, he's been kissing you for the past 45 minutes.
Your cheeks were flushed a deep red, lips glistling from his spit, eyes hazy as you looked up at him, his pillows adorned with your messy hair. He smiled, fond and loving and he leaned down to lick his spit off your lips.
You whined, thighs aching because he held them open with his own legs the entire time. The wetness between your legs cooling off, then getting wet again, then cooling off, and getting wet again. There was already a puddle, slick dripping down your crack.
"Still with me?" He murmured against your lips, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth because he was addicted.
You nodded, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes and he hadn't even done anything yet.
"Please...need more..." You said in a breathless whine, trying to lift your hips for any friction to cure the desperation between your legs.
"I know, baby." He said softly, like he understood. And he did, but he loves teasing you, hearing you whine and squirm just for him. "Be patient. Can't rush this. My angel will get everything she wants."
It wasn't supposed to feel this intimate, but it did. It was supposed to be a hookup, a one time thing. But it felt like he's been waiting this entire time for you ex to fuck up so he can sweep in and steal you off your feet. Maybe he was the one hypnotising you.
His lips trailed down, hot and wet as he placed sloppy open mouth kisses down your neck and collarbone. His hands left yours to hold onto your plush waist, gently squeezing there, pulling out an involuntary squeak from you.
"Don't do that..." You whined, placing your hands on his shoulders, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.
"Sensitive?" And he does it again. Soft pads of his fingers gently rubbing and squeezing your waist, loving how you squirmed under him in pure ticklish bless. He leans down more to pin you with his weight.
Before you could protest, he closes his mouth around your nipple, earning a loud gasp as your back arched to chase his mouth, hands grabbing a fistful of his hair in a painful grip.
He chuckled, holding back a groan as he sucked hard, the warm heat of his mouth making you cry out.
"Did he even touch you once?" He looked up at you, mouth full of your boob while his other hand moved to pinch and twist the other nipple between his fingers.
"He did..." You let out a pathetically high whimper, his voice sending a wave of vibrations straight to your pussy.
"Doesn't look like it." He mumbled around your nipple, cheeks hollowing like he wanted to suck something out of your boob.
He pulled back with a loud pop, looking at one glistening nipple and the other still pinched between his fingers. He let out a shaky breath and you swore you could see the hearts in his eyes. He leaned down, cupping both tits and buried his face between them, squishing your boobs around his face and blowing a loud raspberry on your sternum.
You let out a breathy chuckle, hands caressing his hair as you squirmed.
"Stop..." You giggled, gentle hands pulling his face up from your boobs. His cheeks were just as red as yours, lips swollen and a stupid grin on his face.
"Should I?" He slurred.
"No." You smiled back and he laughed, trailing his face down your body, taking in your scent like he needed it to breath.
His hands roamed along with his face, nose dipping into every curve, every swell of skin while his hands touched you like he was crafting a masterpiece from clay.
"Mnn...you're so perfect..." He mumbled against your stomach, eyes way too far gone, beyond his reach as his head dipped below your stomach, and your breath hitched.
"Relax, pretty. I'll make you feel so good." He murmured, lips grazing your mound before his head travelled further down.
He nuzzled his cheek against your thigh, softly kissing his way to your pussy, making hickeys in spots only he'll be able to see. You gulped, hands gripping his hair again and when his mouth finally kissed you wet pussy, it was his moan that echoed off the walls instead of yours.
His eyebrows frowned, hips grinded down to the bed and he just stayed there for a moment, breathing you in, letting your slick drip down his chin. He moaned again when your taste hit his tongue, eyes rolling to the back of his head while your mouth fell open in a silent scream.
"Fuck... Stop- ah! Humming on it!" He looked up at you, eyes cloudy and dark. Your back was arched, body tense as your breaths came out in short pants. And he smirked against your pussy, pulling back to see your hole winking at him.
He leaned in and started kissing it messily, making the most lewd slurping sounds. He didn't hold your legs open. No, he held them wrapped around his head, loving the way they squished his cheeks, suffocated him which made him more desperate to make you cum.
His tongue pushed past the rim, slowly slipping inside, then out, then in again and again until you were sobbing, the tears that threatened to spill the entire time now finally falling as everything felt too much.
He sucked and licked with precision, nose nudging against your clit with each movement, breath coming out in desperate gasps as your thighs trembled around his head violently.
His hands moved up to grope your titts, fingers playing with your nipples as he continued to eat you out like a man starved. Your hands found his wrist, nails digging into his skin to find some sort of anchor among the overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh, Chuuya..." You moaned so sweet and pretty, making his hips jolt and he felt a wet spot on his pants.
Fuck.
There's no way he just came in his pants like a fucking teenager just from you moaning his name. He hadn't even made you cum once, how mannerless of him.
You practically screamed when he doubled down on his efforts, two long fingers easily pushing past your entrance and finding your g-spot, rubbing it while his mouth attached to your clit, suckling on it and swirling his tongue around it.
"oh- fuckfuckfuck!"
"Cum for me, precious. Tell me who's making you feel this good."
He curled his fingers juuuust right, sucked your clit so deliciously that you screamed his name when you came. Thighs clamping so tight and so right around his head that he moaned like he was the one pleasured, drinking in you slick, thorat working overtime and you could feel his adam's apple bob against your thigh.
He continued to finger you, letting you ride it out until you were a crying, limp mess. He pulled back, sitting back up and drinking in your complete fucked out state. Tears stained your cheeks, chest heaving and perky breasts pushed out as you tried to catch your breath.
He slowly crawled up your trembling body, placing multiple soft hickeys on any unmarked skin. Your stomach, sides, arms, breasts, before finally reaching your face. His kissed the tears away before kissing your swollen lips. You whimpered when you tasted yourself on him, and it felt so right.
He pulled back, softly smiling as he watched you calm down. You melted into the sheets, the post glow of an orgasam making you look even cuter. He wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, and you couldn't help but lean into his hand, feeling so exposed but so nice under him, in his care.
"Water?" He asked softly, voice quiet because he was afraid any noise might break this tranquil.
You shook your head, softly chuckling because he was being so sweet like he didn't just eat you out so mean just minutes ago.
He sat back up, finally removing his shirt. You felt embarrassed that he was getting naked just now, but also so fucking turned on because damn, he has a nice body.
Lean and not too muscular that it would scare someone away, torso littered with small scars that made you wonder what he did to get those. Two big scars, one on his chest and the other on his stomach, which were a deep brown colour. You winced slightly at the thought of how he could've gotten those, the idea wasn't pretty.
He noticed, expression softening into something more vulnerable. He grabbed your hands, gently placing them on his chest where you could feel his steady heartbeat.
"Scared?" He said softly, letting on more than he intended too, because behind his confidence you could see the slight hint of hesitation.
You looked up at him and smiled. His smirk had softened into something, hope. Hope that you wouldn't run away now that he was bare in front of you. And you wouldn't, because he was too good. Too perfect. Too pretty like this, between your legs, face illuminating in the sheer moonlight, hair messed up and abs flexing under the cold air.
"Never." You said with a certainty that made it feel like he wasn't a stranger at a bar, but a man you've known for so long. Maybe you had. Maybe he'd been in your shadow, watching over you. Or maybe tonight had somehow stretched into years, his name feeling so familiar dripping off your lips.
You could see his eyes shimmer before he quickly tried to distract you with a kiss. A weak attempt, but accepted nonetheless, understanding that maybe he wasn't a man who was familiar with emotions past the surface.
He pulled back, hooking your leg over his shoulder, nuzzling his face against your inner thigh.
"You can't say things like that and then give me that look." He said, lips brushing against the now marked skin. "I'm trying to be nice."
You chuckled, though your eyes were fixed on his other hand that now undid his zipper. He kissed your calf, lips moving to your ankle as he kept his eyes on you, watching your expression change from soft and loving to needy and hot when he pulled his dick out.
"Eyes up here." You obeyed, eyes meeting his and you gulped, suddenly very aware of what was happening. Maybe the alcohol was fading off, but you weren't complaining. Watching him pump his big, mean dick with a rough hand as he smirked down at you was enough to make you a new level of drunk.
He tapped the head against your clit, making you gasp. You moaned when he started dragging his length between your pussy lips. Yeah, he was trying to be nice, asshole.
"Fuck, just put it in already..." You moaned, shivering at each drag, feeling every vein against your burning folds.
He snickered, pulling out a condom from his back pocket and putting it on, because he was drunk, not an idiot.
He rubbed the angry head on your clit, earning a squeal before he slowly pushed it past the rim. You gasped, shoulders tensing as your hands gripped the bedsheets.
"G-gentle..." You whimpered.
"I know," he reassured softly, voice a stark contrast to the rough strength his dick was giving.
He slowly pushed in, letting you feel each inch caressing your sensitive walls, groaning as he felt your warm heat welcome him, sucking him deeper greedily.
"Fuck..." He bottoms out, leaning down and burying his face in your neck.
He's buried to the hilt, tip kissing all the pretty spots inside you that made your toes curl, his hard body pressed up against your soft flesh. He stays like that for a moment, letting you feel him, feeling you clench and unclench around him in a rapid attempt to get used to this. Because he was in so deep that you almost choked. Veins bulging and dick twitching inside you at every clench, every squirm that all he could do was moan along with you.
A trembling hand came to tap on his shoulder and he quickly turned his attention to you, lines of worry tracing his face.
You couldn't speak, not when he was stealing the air out of your lungs. He immediately took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and placing a soft peck on your nuckles.
"I got you." He murmured in your ear and you finally let out a shaky breath. "Take a deep breath in."
You did, feeling his dick drag out agonizingly slow before he slammed it back in and you mewled.
"There you go, so pretty." He said, not being able to hold back his moans as well when you continue to suck him in deeper each time.
His hips moved in a steady rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow. Just the right amount of pressure, the right angle to have you cock drunk in seconds.
He was hitting all the sweet spots, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, length caressing your g-spot so nicely. He kissed and marked and played with your boobs, his grip on your hand stable, letting your tight grip crush his bones if that's what you needed right now.
His other hand fondled down your plush stomach to your clit, moaning louder in your ear when you clenched harder.
"Chuuya... Fuck- I'm, oh!" You moaned, already on the edge, still so sensitive from the last orgasam. You couldn't even form words, mouth a mess of spit drooling down your chin as you babbled.
His steady pace was maddening you, like he had already mapped out your insides and knew exactly where to hit with just how much pressure.
"Yeah? You're gonna cum, precious? Mark me yours?"
He grunted, changing the angle a little, hitting even deeper while he traced tight circles on your clit.
You cried out, back arching off the bed as you nodded frantically. Your other hand found his shoulder, nails digging into the already scarred skin, not sure whether you want to pull him close or push him away.
He huffed, smirk lopsided, hips moving on their own. "Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my cock."
His own movements had become sloppy, hips stuttering. With one final thrust, he buried inside you fully, moaning along with you as both you came together.
You bodies pressed up flush against each other, no space left between you two as he moaned in your ear while you cried out, squirming when his thumb kept rubbing your clit thoughtlessly.
"Too much!" You weakly smacked his back with a trembling hand, panting.
He slowly pulled back, breathing heavily along with you as he looked down at you. His eyes were fucked out, mouth hanging open before he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss.
You whined, struggling to kiss him back. Whenever you tried to pull away for a breath, he'd chase you with his mouth, small puffs of hair escaping his own lips. He finally pulled back when he couldn't breathe as well, nuzzling his face in the side of your neck.
Both of you stayed like that for a long while, the room now quiet except for the two of you now finally calming down. He felt you slowly go limp under him. Worried he might be crushing you with his weight, he pulled back to look down at you, eyes softening when saw you fight sleep, eyes blinking slowly, the after glow of sex flushing you cheeks red in a way that made you look so peaceful.
He was still inside, big dick now softening. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your wet cheek, murmuring against your skin.
"It's okay, sleep. I'll take care of everything."
And those were the last words you remember him telling you before you finally gave in to the exhaustion. The silk was soft against your skin, now more comfortable than before. His weight on top of you pressed you down, releasing the ache in your bones. All you could think about was him, mind clouded by his voice, his touch, him on top of you that you forgot how you even got here in the first place. It was only him, him and him. Mind, body, soul, everything screamed his name, only calming down when you felt his warmth next to you.
You woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and right at your face. Eyebrows frowning when the beam of light hits your eyes, you wake up with a small groan, trying to sit up, only to be stopped by a heavy weight on your stomach.
Movements sluggish, you pull the blanket off to find him sleeping, settled perfectly between your legs, his face buried in your plush stomach.
For a moment you just blinked at him, wondering who he was, how you got here, why the fuck were both of you naked.
Then it hit, everything. The break up, the guy at the bar, the sex. And suddenly everything was too much. You're body ached, so sweet like it has been used in the best way possible. The alcohol was getting to your head now in the form of a nasty headache. And him, well, he was heavy on top of you.
You could feel soft puffs of breaths on your stomach, hands greedily groping at your sides. You felt...relaxed, in a weird way. The sheets were smooth, your body was warm and clean, except for the bite marks and hickeys, and his steady presence on top of you felt oddly comfortable.
But this wasn't your house. This wasn't even near the area you lived in. You looked around the room, taking everything in. The walls were a clean white, some vintage art hanging on them. The decorations were minimal but spoke a lot about him. A couple rock band posters, a small bookshelf, small collection of things he probably found at the most random places. And his suit, neatly hung up on a hanger right beside the dirty laundry.
Your movement caused him to wake up. He moved on top of your, lips squished against your stomach before he finally looked up at you with half lidded eyes.
You stared at him, cheeks flushed red at the memory of last night, now more sober and conscious than you've ever been in your life. His eyes widened as well and he sat up so quick you couldn't even see it.
"Ah, you're awake..." He said, his quick movements causing the hangover to hit him harder even though he drank less.
You looked up at him, eyes wide, head throbbing as well, and he could see the uncertainty there in your gaze.
"I uh... we, um..." He didn't know what to say. For how smooth he was when drunk, now seemed like a blabbering mess.
Your expression slightly softened and you tried to slowly sit up, only to be hit by a sharp sting in your lower half. You winced and he was immediately at your side, helping you lay back down.
"You should probably rest." He said, a hand on your waist, the other awkwardly hanging around. "I'll, um...I'm gonna..." He looked around, confused and flustered, and you couldn't help but chuckle because this was the same man from last night. Now just as flustered as you, just as hungover, and still just as charming.
"You should rest too." He froze at your soft voice, looked at your hand on his arm, at your small smile. And though he stayed frozen, he face burned an even brighter red that you couldn't help but softly chuckle at.
You opened up your arms for a hug, and he hesitated before slowly laying back down, pulling the blanket over both of you and wrapping his arms around you as well. His hold was tight, steady, warm weight on top of you again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently running your fingers through his hair.
You could feel him shiver on top of you, his shy noises vibrating against your skin, feel his body slowly relax and you felt yourself lull to sleep as well by his gentle caresses, eyes closing, softly smiling against his shoulder.
If you could open up to this stranger about your feelings, if you could open your legs to this man, then opening your arms was nothing. You'd do it over and over.
Because he's somehow single-handedly proved to be better than any man you've ever met, showed you so many sides of him, good and ugly, in one night. Maybe the breakup was meant to be.
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Authors note:-
Sorry for any grammatical mistakes this is a long ass story :/
For all my chubby girlies (including me), this was tooootally not self indulgent. (Hehe)
an obsessive, ambitious freak, yep, thatâs ego jinpachi ŕźâ§ŕłŕđ
ft. chubby reader!
contents; porn with no plot, this is nasty nasty, ego is a freak who gets off on humiliation, drooling, squirting, degradation, oral, he calls you slut, groping, spanking, mentions of exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, gagging, choking on cock.
mdni!
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Ego fucks you with purpose, with the intent and drive from some who has wanted you for a long time, since his players days, he could not indulged back then. He was focused, he was fully dedicated to what he was doing back then. Some nights his hand would find his cock, a reward after a proper score or a win. And his mind would go to you, to your shape, to the way your skirt would sway around the wide expanse of your hips. By now he has memorized the sway, and it is engrained in his brain, a perpetual image coming to him in the middle of the night.
He can indulge now, he can touch you as much as he likes. His fingers are eager and unashamed as they grip into your flesh, pinching and kneading at the softness that you offer.
He has you bouncing on his cock as he grabs a fistful of the mushy expanse of your stomach. Eyes crazed as he forces you to admit how good it feels riding him.
âA needy messy slut, arenât you?â
His arms wrap around your waist as he pound into you from behind, shirt only unbuttoned cause he didnât care to take it all off, your wet panties hastily put to the side as he thrusts into you like a possessed animal, his panting breath on your ear as he laps at the skin on your neck. One of his hands wraps around your throat, relishing in the way you choke on a moan as he applies the perfect pressure around it.
He rubs against your ass unashamedly as you share an elevator. Wrapping his arm around your soft middle to make sure you donât try to get away from him. Why would you try to deny him when he knows youâre already wet underneath the fabric of the pretty panties heâll use to gag your mouth once you are back in his office.
Not because he cares if someone hears you, of course not. He couldnât care less. He wants people to know he is the one making you wail like that, heâll never let anyone else touch you, but he isnât above letting someone else watch the way you choke on his long cock while trying to fit him into your mouth.
He walks around with your panties in his pocket after having seen you take them off in front of him. Making you bend to get them off from your ankles giving him a perfect view of the expanse of your wide ass.
His hand spanks against the skin, making it ripple in an obscene way as he bites onto the jiggly flesh, always greedy, always demanding.
Itâs such a treat watching you walk around, all proper and composed, until he has you in his arms, long body caging you against the wall as his fingers explore your pussy with the precision of man driven by pure madness and the knowledge of what exactly will have you trashing against his touch, long fingers finding that sweet spot that has you bending against his chest.
His long and deft fingers always manage to have you drooling around him, always reaching you in the most baring and humbling of ways, your legs spreading open on their own at his perfect ministrations, the perfect angle he is working inside of your tight channel ringing the sloppiest and wettest of sounds.
When he reaches that perfect spongy spot that he knows so well you panic, not because you donât want it, but because you know what heâs capable of, and heâll have you creaming around him in no time, the release wet and messy as you grab onto his chest for dear life.
He drinks from your pussy straight after, dragging the last of your spurts with the way his tongue laps at your folds and his lips warps around your clit, cruelly sucking on the sensitive bud as he relishes on the fatness of your thighs squeezing his head between them. He always wants more, and heâll make you give him more.
Thereâs no way to hide from him or the weight of his endless hunger. He laps with fervent intent, you beg him to stop, your soft tights wrap around his head and itâs only encouragement for him. His fingers come to aid on his attempts to get another orgasm out of you and the combined pressure of his toungue slurping the life out of you as his fingers fuck into you with the precision of a man cut from obsession and hunger have you coming in his mouth in no time.
His fingers dig into your legs, imprints of his strong grasp surely will be showing on your skin tomorrow, he will reach for a kiss as usual, he loves having you taste yourself in his tongue with a kiss so obscene and wet it has you gasping for air.
His hand wraps around your hair, bringing you to your knees as he unzips his pants, cock throbbing and already leaking with precum. The sight of your pretty face between his legs only adds to the excitement. He watches you kiss the tip almost tenderly and it has him laughing hysterically before he makes you take him all the way inside your mouth in one swift movement that you have now perfected. He made sure you could take it, he didnât mind that he had to wait, it would be sweet how patient he was with his guidance, if only his lessons hadnât involved training your throat so he could bottom inside inside the perfect grip of your mouth.
Thereâs gagging coming from the back of your throat but he knows you can take it, you always do. The drool slipping down your chin adds to the debauchery he seems fixated on getting from you. Your nails dig into his thighs, strong muscle from his soccer days still present as his thrusts don't falter, the sharp v-line of his abdomen also being one of your favorite places to grab a hold of as you try to make him to slow down. The pressure of your palm against his stomach only makes him want to bring you closer, your touch is a scorching care that he treasures as he finally manages his objective, cock bottoming in as your nose rests against his pelvic bone, the soft curls of his pubes are in your nose as your eyes roll into your skull.
Ego thinks youâre a vision, one made perfectly to fit all his wildest fantasies. Even better than anything he couldâve ever imagined. You look so perfect like this. He comes inside your mouth this time. Next time heâll make sure to paint your pretty face with his emission, but tonight he chooses to have you swallow him, he rubs the tip of his softening cock around your puffed out lips as he smears the last stings of his cum like a balm.
He kisses you with purpose, roughly and hungry. Savoring the way you mix together, hands roaming around your soft frame as he gets ready for the next round, cock already eager at the thought of all the exciting possibilities.
he's obviously started watching porn, but finds himself confused by how different his looks compared to the men in the clips. most are nice and proportionate to their bodies, some long and lithe, some shorter, but none as thick and heavy as his. why are his balls sticking to the inside of his thighs when it gets hot? why is his cock so heavy that he walks slower than other men? he hates it.
when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.
how is he ever going to be in a relationship?
when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.
the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.
he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off. it has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.
with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.
his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?
"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.
choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...
"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"
you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.
"oh my gosh."
he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.
you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"
he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.
slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clothed hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.
you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it felt, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.
choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."
he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."
he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."
you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"
"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.
he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.
as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...
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Bunny Boyfriend was used to being overlooked. Not just because he was short but he did often make the joke. But he was soft and had more feminine features. An air of androgyny to him that a lot of people dreamed for. It also made people see him as more of a girls-girl.
Which also meant he had a lot of girl friends and he liked it that way. Women were beautiful, funny, and lot more fun to hang out with than guys who always told him he needed to buff up so he stopped looking like such a chick.
While most guys were invited to keggers or bar crawls or whatever guys did for fun⌠he was invited to girls nights where they drank box wine, tried face masks, and screamed karaoke into their remotes like they were performing a live concert.
Weaving through the crowds now as his friend sings âMy Heart Will Go Onâ he suddenly yelps as he smacks right into someoneâs chest. Due to his light weight he flies back and collapses onto the ground. Luckily no one else notices except when he looks up he immediately meets you, the one he ran into as his friend starts on the chorus.
Itâs like something out of a movie. Youâre big and beautiful, the leopard spots that decorate your curves have his nose rapidly twitching with interest and drool pooling in his mouth. You help him up as apologies spew from his lips and thereâs something so damn sexy about the way he only reaches to about your chin. Gives him a pretty nice view too.
Too bad heâs not exactly better at hiding his interest. Heâs practically vibrating in place and he wouldnât be surprised if your senses could allow you to pick up on his arousal. What did surprise him was the interest you mirrored back to him, your eyes dilating as you check him out.
âWanna get out of here for a bit? I think sheâs about to start singing âPhysicalâ by Olivia Newton-John next!â You shout over the music, leaning in closer so he could hear you.
Thatâs how he found himself cramped up in the guest bathroom, you perched on the edge of the sink, and him stuffed between your thick thighs he pounds away at your tight cunt like heâs gone feral. His harsh breaths and your moans blare against the wall as he splits you apart on his cock.
Neither of you are exactly shy, your movements frantic and sloppy. Your hand jerks back to grip along the edge of the mirror, knocking everything over. Yet it still not louder than your cries of pleasure or the wet hard smacking of your bodies.
Bunny Boyfriendâs teeth click together, creating a low purr as he leans forward and rubs his chin along your jaw. Marking you, claiming you, letting everyone in that party know youâre his now. He lets out a strangled whimper as your pussy pulses around his length. Hiking your knees up higher around his waist he rocks his hips, aiming for that sweet spot thatâll make your vision go white.
âLetâs go, pretty. Thatâs it, thatâs it! Squeeze my cock, let everyone know how good Iâm wrecking this pussy,â he growls, hitting that deep bundle of nerves over and over again with every thrust.
Youâre a shaking mess, barely able to meet the snapping of his hips as you fall back against the mirror. His claws sink into your plush waist, helping you along as he drags you up and down his length. Each time you squeeze him he has to fight harder not to cum too early but he can feel youâre close too. So close he can almost taste it.
âCum fâme, please, please, please,â he breaks down in a pathetic whimper that makes you gush with another wave of arousal.
Bunny Boyfriend leans in close, licking a long strip up the column of your throat to show deeply you own him now, timed perfectly with the flex of his hips and it sends you right over the edge. He immediately cums with you, working you both through an explosive orgasm that shakes you two to your very cores.
It seems like the whole party has stopped after you situate yourselves and slip out of the bathroom. Everyone giggling and whispering to each other about how loud you two were. Yet both of you continue to stand tall.
Bunny Boyfriendâs never felt taller in fact. Because what act could be more manly than giving their partner pleasure?
why is it that right as promiscuous!reader makes progress with figuring out what is good for her (mr. perfect boyfriend yukimiya) her other flings suddenly develop their emotional maturity!? (ď˝°Ěâ¤ď˝°Ě )
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MDNI cw: fem!reader, fluff, emotional turmoil, u can probably tell i was about to turn yukimiya into an atticwifer iykyk but then i remembered we already have hugo lol
that friday, your mom is buzzing with excitement. it doesn't take a genius to figure out what will happen today. especially since just the day before she took you dress shopping, claiming that all of your personal options were 'unfit'. good on her for not straight up calling you a slut.
bless her, if only she knew what was really happening in your life.
you go through most of the day on autopilot. similar to the days before, your mind is occupied by a few other men. lexi, who you can't help but feel butterflies when reminded of, oliver who makes heat creep up to your face, vivi who makes you crave and yearn for his affection, and michael.
what are you supposed to do about him, huh. he hasn't been particularly nice to you. he doesn't really stand out above the other guys and yet he occupies a special part of your mind. sure he's mean and rough, but he did come over when you were upset about bunny.
and that's pretty much it, it you realize. he keeps you at an arms length, hurling insults at you where usually people would use pet names but it feels wrong to assume he's being malicious. maybe you're delusional, thinking that a guy who can have anyone he wants has any other intentions towards you than any other girl he's had under him. but would he show up for them as well? if he knew one of them was upset, would he also show up so quickly, ready to do whatever they wanted?
he hasn't reached out to you in quite some time. he said he'd make it up to you when he suddenly left that same day, but not a peep from him since. even oliver texted you the one night when you left with sae.
alexis and vivian have been texting you regularly since break started. checking up on you, sending the 'good morning' and 'goodnight' texts religiously. vivian even going as far as asking if he could join you in your family home, an offer you politely refused for the sake of a moments rest.
so what now? juggling all of them for the sake of sex has long since lost its appeal. you've developed an emotional attachment to at least three out of the four. with vivian having been out of the equation from the start, leaving just alexis and michael. oliver is way too easy to fall for still, and it's scary to think of what sleeping with him again could do to you.
technically, alexis could be removed from that as well, last time you got even slightly hot and heavy with him you straight up used him. your face scrunches at the thought, heart aching as you remember the sheer devastation on his face when vivian walked in and you ushered him out in favor of the latter.
to think he was still so eager to spend time with you after that, you take a few deep breaths to try and get rid of the heaviness on your chest. damn, i really suck. he did nothing to deserve it.
is it even fair for you to continue sleeping with anyone on that team? you'll just keep upsetting yourself, or worse, them.
maybe it's a good thing your mom is trying to help you find a boyfriend. someone who doesn't know of all the times you've spread your legs between a friend group. someone who'll hopefully see something in you worth pursuing and loving. if only your insatiable libido doesn't ruin it.
the choice is clear, you put in the effort to make a good impression, regardless of who it is that your mom chose for you.
and oh boy, her choice was definitely... bold.
standing in front of you now is a man rivaling the models on magazine covers. neatly styled brown hair and red eyes crinkling at the corners from his charming smile. he extends his hand towards you, and when you place your hand in his, he takes it up to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, "yukimiya kenyu, a pleasure to meet you, miss."
you're stunned into a silence that causes your mom to clear her throat, "welcome, my friends. dinner is almost ready."
you see yukimiya chuckle before he gestures for you to walk ahead. mere minutes in and you're already swooning.
as you arrive at the table he leans in and with a voice so silky and soft he asks, "where will you be sitting? i don't want to end up too far away."
oh. oh, you're so screwed.
maybe it's the desperate need for someone to think of you as a possible romantic partner rather than a body, but his angelic voice sends your body ablaze and your mind into a frenzy. not to mention your heart beat thumping in your ears so loudly you can barely focus.
he takes a seat next to you after pulling out your chair. you can vaguely hear your mom squeal and gush to yukimiya's parents for how polite and gentlemanly he is.
you try your best to stay present during the meal, but you're half blanked out when he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. the veins in his arms popped just enough to make your mouth water. which sucks. a lot. because this is supposed to be a candidate for your future boyfriend, and yet you can't help doing what you do best, objectify him and crave him in your bed. ideally as soon as possible.
that said, it's not like you're not allowed to fuck him once he is your boyfriend. if at all. and technically nothing stops you from doing so before-
"let me help you, okay?" being startled out of your thoughts by hot men as often as you are is probably going to act in your detriment at some point.
you straighten up, looking between yukimiya who's voice you just heard and your mom, "excuse me?"
he chuckles, "your mom asked you to wash the dishes. i'll gladly help, if you so wish."
"that'd be nice," you nod, getting up from your seat, "thank you."
this is exactly what you thought would happen. your mom would find a way to get you two alone, and then you'll have to deal with the inevitable awkwardness that'll ensue immediately.
you can't bring yourself to say much as you dry off the dishes yukimiya is so kindly washing for you. you can't even look at him much, way too intimidated. which goes entirely against your plan of leaving a good impression.
it's only when he passes you the last plate and turns off the water, that you finally look up. curiosity got the best of you the moment you heard him sigh. surprisingly, he's no longer smiling, in fact, his look can only be described as annoyed.
"are you okay?" you ask, confused now that his charming demeanor is almost entirely gone, "did something happen? did i do something?"
he dries his hands and shakes his head, "i know why your parents invited us over, it's quite clear, isn't it?"
your expression falls, "i guess so.. are you uhm.. not interested?"
he exhales through his nose, annoyance now way more clear, "are you? all you've seen of me is my face. how am i supposed to assume your interest, if any, is genuine?"
absolutely stunned by his harshness, tears of frustration well in your eyes, which upon seeing, he seems to falter slightly. "that was so rude! even if that is what you think, there's better ways to go about saying it," you huff, wiping at your eyes.
"i don't think you get what it's like to be exclusively wanted for your appearance," he bites back, but clearly your emotional response made him lose steam.
"how would i even be able to want you for anything else when you haven't spoken to me beyond this and some, apparently faux, politeness?" you stomp your foot, light enough to not alert anyone but firm enough to make a point. "also, what's that supposed to mean? am i not pretty enough to be desired for my looks?"
his eyes widen, "that's not what i said!"
"yes it is!"
"nu uh!"
"yuh uh!"
"i did not!"
"then what is this even about?!"
"i don't know! i was just annoyed to be scouted as 'future boyfriend' for someone i don't know! for like the hundredth time in my life!"
"well i'm not the one who did it!"
"well then i'm sorry!"
"apology accepted!"
"great, thank you!"
"you're welcome!"
you're both trying to catch your breath as you stare each other down, the exchange way more heated than it ever needed to be.
it takes a few seconds, but slowly he starts chuckling. which is then followed by your giggles. before long you're both clutching your bellies, laughing hard enough for your and his mom to check in, both very bad at hiding how pleased they are, "everything alright?"
yukimiya wipes a stray tear from his eye, "yes of course, we're having a great time."
they're gone as soon as they appeared to give you two the most possible alone time.
"hey, so.. since we both know exactly why i'm here," he clears his throat, "would you maybe be interested in a walk? i don't think we can get any.. intimate conversations flowing with those two hovering nearby."
"ah, yeah.. that sounds good," you nod, smoothing out your dress. the atmosphere returns to its more sensual nature, much like when he first introduced himself and it makes heat spread across your body once more.
he offers you his arm, and you both try not to roll your eyes as your moms exchange a triumphant look upon hearing that you'll be going outside together.
the evening breeze is chilly, to say the least. the november air prickles at your cheeks, but the warmth of your conversation partner's body more than makes up for it.
"i apologize, again," he speaks up after a moment of silence, "i shouldn't have been that rude. you were well within your right to be upset with me and i'm grateful it didn't turn into an absolute disaster. however, i would've understood if it did."
"thank you," you answer, voice slightly muffled by your scarf. "i was just caught off guard, you started off so nice."
"and i am, i promise," he then pauses, "well, i should be showing it instead of telling you but still."
you laugh at that, "if you're this cautious of being shoved into dates, are you even interested in getting to know me romantically? or is this walk another part of the apology?"
"well," he thinks on it briefly, "you're undeniably beautiful, but giving that as the sole reason wouldn't make me much better than what i assumed of you earlier, so i'm not sure how to answer that."
"don't most relationships start based on physical attraction anyway? if we met at a bar, that would likely be the primary motivation too," you shrug.
"yeah, you're right," he nods along, "though i can't account for the bar thing. i'm not a party or big social outing kinda guy."
"well, you must be quite skilled socially for my mom to basically shove us together," you nudge him.
he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, smiling sheepishly, "i have been told i'm quite the charmer, indeed."
"well, basic question number one! what do you like to do in your free time?"
"oh, i'm a model, and i play soccer, too."
your face pales at the answer, "soccer, huh.. do you go to college?"
"yeah, i play for my team, we're pretty good. won every match so far," he can't help a little triumphant smile.
"ah, that's wonderful.." you're so screwed.
regardless, the conversation flows nicely. he genuinely listens instead of just waiting for you to be done talking, sprinkles in cute compliments whenever you as much as fix your scarf,
"you look really cute all bundled up."
pulls you closer to him whenever you pass a puddle to make sure you don't step in it,
"ah, careful there, don't want your boots to get dirty, now do we?"
and whenever you cross the street, he makes sure to switch around so he's the one closer to traffic. and it's always paired with this heartwarming yet infuriating warm chuckle of his, one that makes your entire body tingle with the need to smother him in affection.
it's only when his mom texts him that they're leaving soon that you realize you've been gone for two hours already.
"you're welcome to reject this idea, but i would love to exchange numbers and meet up again soon for a proper date," he inquires as you start walking back to your parent's house.
he's definitely charmed you in the time you've spent together, and with this being your first ever actual 'date' (that you know of) there's no reason to say no, is there?
"i'd love to, yukimi-"
"kenyu is fine," he assures, his smile turning into a teasing grin, "no need to be so formal with your, hopefully, future boyfriend."
your body goes rigid at that, and you stop walking. panic sets in, you've been told this before. vivi tends to joke about it a lot, but this is serious, right? a man so beautiful he's worthy of luxury brand ads, so gentlemanly it makes you melt, and one so attentive and caring it makes you want to get on your knees right there in the middle of the street is actually serious when he says it. you can hardly believe it.
surprised and a bit worried, he stops walking as well, "are you okay? was that too soon? i'm sorry, i thought we were on the same page-"
"no no, i'm okay," you smile, ableit a bit shaky, "i suppose i'm just not used to people being serious about wanting to date me."
"oh?" his brows shoot up, "that's strange. you're wonderful company, very silly and cute, i can barely believe there's no competition."
well, maybe there's some.. but he'll find out soon enough.
"i guess guys prefer me for uhh.. other reasons," you try to hint at what you mean, and thank fuck he gets it.
"oh, oh," a wave of realization passes over his face, "i see."
you bite your lip, heart pounding as you're actually afraid of an outsiders judgement for the first time, "i definitely understand if you want to take all this back... i guess this could be quite a turn off, huh.." you chuckle nervously.
"so.. i take it you're quite experienced?" he raises a brow, and aside from that there's truly no way of telling what he thinks.
"...yeah, quite," you nod, voice hesitant, barely above a whisper.
his silence is absolutely murderous, and the sting in your eyes is only getting worse by the second.
"well, i suppose all i can do is prove i'm the better option," he sighs.
what?
"what do you mean?" you ask, faltering slightly.
he cocks his head, eyes widening innocently, "huh? oh, nothing bad, of course. i simply think a relationship where you've got one person who can fulfill all your needs, be that physical or emotional, is better than have it be scattered."
a flood of relief washes over you. as unconscious as it may be, the thought of having to deal with yet another man who's entire goal is to overwhelm your time fills you with dread. you're fine with the ones you have. there's no need for more.
he has a point, though. seeking for each of your needs in different people is exhausting. it'll hurt everyone involved sooner or later, it sure as hell hurt you already.
"well, i'd love to go on that date," you smile, "i can't wait."
he brings you home, your arm looped through his the entire way and when he and his parents are about to leave, he makes sure to kiss your hand one more time, winking, "i'll text you soon."
it's that same evening when you're in bed, exhausted from your moms gushing and questioning about your time with yukimiya.
ping!
oh, with soon he really meant soon-
lexi âĄ: i miss you a lot
lexi âĄ: i can't wait to see you again, maybe we can go on another date after class on monday? my treat of course âĄ
huh? what does he mean another date? but you were never- oh. fuck.
ping!
ollie <3: hey sweet girl, i got this nice place my sisters recommended, fancy joining me? call it a date ;)
all the sleep is now gone from your mind, your eyes wide as saucers.
the next ping! sends your heart into palpitations.
michaâ: do i still have time to make up for last time?
Hero!Tentacle Monster has been staying at your inn for the last few weeks now, recovering from his last quest. And he will not stop flirting with you.
Every time you come into his room to serve food or help change his bandages youâd barely last a minute before feeling his wandering tentacle. It made you jump every time while he acted like nothing was happening.
As if it was seeking out the warmth of your cunt on its own, curling around your thick thigh and making its way up to your hot, often dripping, core. It became instinctive at this point. Whenever youâd walk into the room your pussy would tingle and flood with the beginning signs of arousal.
His tentacles always teasing, flicking over your slit before oh so slyly pushing past the seam of your undergarments and coating its wriggly length in your essence. No matter how much you squirm or whatever moans slip out he never acknowledged it or went much further.
Then when you finally dared to bring up the elephant in the room of what he was doing with his tentacles heâd simply tease you about it. His eyes would light up and a grin would play on his lips. A few of his tentacles would slip down to swirl around your entrance while others would suck on your clit.
Casually going on and on until you were weak in the knees, your mind slowly forgetting what you were confronting him about.
âAre they now? They must think you need saving from a painful celibacy,â heâd say, pure arrogance dripping him his tongue.
The more weak you got over his exploding tentacles the more cheeky he became.
âYou know they really have a thing for damsels in distress. And baby you look mighty distressed. If only there was a hero strong enough to save you.â
Just when you were about to cum from the dual stimulation heâd cough. Which would then trigger a groan from the pain in his ribs. An excuse, a lame excuse at that, to pull his tentacles away from your sopping sex to cover his mouth instead. Said it was only good manners in front of a lady.
Though he wouldnât bother to be slick when heâd then pop them straight into his mouth. Not even thinking to stifle the way he moans at the taste.
No, heâd be more than shameless with that. Licking each and every one of his tentacles clean of your juices. Youâd try to resume your duties after but his hungry gaze kept making you shiver in delight.
âYouâve been doing this for weeks now, you know. Thereâs gotta be more than one way to cure a hero,â he quips suggestively, eyes raking down your luscious curves.
You have to rush out of his room instantly before you do something rash and start riding the injured heroâs tentacle cocks like your lives depended on it.
Only for you to hide back out in your own room and pleasure yourself for hours on end. Coming over and over to the thought of him. Yet the ache remained knowing nothing would quite hit as good, as deep, as his tentacles.
What was worse was the following day when youâd walk in to see his smug self-satisfied grin. Knowing without a doubt what you had been busy doing all night. Almost as if heâd slipped his tentacle into the walls and listened as you quietly moaned out his name with each orgasm that took you.
But no, that wasnât possible. Or was it?
Maybe his tentacle cocks were leaking, itching to be inside you, just as the memory. Then again, maybe they werenât.
But at this point you couldnât tell what was your slick and what was his as his girthy tentacle pushes your folds apart to ignite your pulsing nerves. Ruthlessly teasing and edging you to the brink where you simply couldnât hold it back anymore.
You cum from him just suckling on your sensitive pulsing clit and the brutal glide of his massive cock fucking into you so deeply you practically became a spit roast. The smirk on his face mirrors your own thoughts perfectly. How pathetic.
Still you milked your orgasm for every last drop and this time when he pops it into his mouth you maintain eye contact. A mutual understanding and appreciation between you now.
By the time Hero!Tentacle Monster is all healed and his stay with you is over, the two of you know more about each otherâs bodies than do about your respective practices.
You stand outside of the inn with him, hesitant to let him go as much as heâs hesitant to leave. Both of you just staring at each other as the sun begins to rise off the horizon. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he turns his back to you to retrieve a gift he prepared.
Though you donât know what to think when he faces you with a large tentacle.
One that isnât currently connected to his body.
âUse it when you miss me,â he explains softly, presenting you wish his detachable tentacle cock for you to keep. His lustful gaze pierces into your own as you gently take it.
Youâre not quite sure what to do with it if youâre being completely honest. But youâre positive itâll be fun to figure out.
âI shall come back for it soon. And for you,â he promises with a sense of honestly that shakes you, sealing it with a kiss that steals your breath away and makes his cock twitch and harden in your hands.
Not even bothering to knock, you barged into your Captain's office.
"Sir, I need to know why you asked specifically for me and why Ghost acts almost like a wolf half the time."
And then you stopped dead in your tracks. Price wasn't alone. And now everything made a little more sense, except it didn't.
"Uncle Nik? What are you doing here?"
"Ah, hello Pup, I was just telling John that you might have the feeling he is keeping secrets." Nikolai grinned like he just won a bet. Probably true. Still you were irritated, you really hated not knowing what was going on.
"Aaah, don't be like that, pup. Greet me properly, yes? And then we run. I explain."
You didn't even hesitate, shoving your whole body against Nik, taking on the familiar scent of family, pack, connection. Relishing in the response of another wolf, something you didn't know you missed that much. Being seen the way you saw him, fully. Although you appreciated that Uncle Nik didn't comment on the lingering traces of Soap and Ghost. Just as you didn't comment on the clear scent of Price on the other man.
You didn't talk further, not needing words as you shifted again and Nikolai followed quickly. His Wolf form was bigger than yours, more scars, fur more coarse and thick, built for russian winters. You couldn't hold back and playfully tackled the other wolf, huffing in joy to have a true packmate with you. Nik just gently nipped your shoulder, pushing you outside and immediately started running towards the woods. It didn't take long for you to fall into sync, the joy of running taking over everything else.
Until Nikolai stopped and changed. "Enough for now, we talk. John is very protective of his pack, but you need to know more. It is not my story to tell fully, but you know, they are pack, yes? Real pack, like wolves. Mates even."
"It's obvious. But there is something off and I don't know what. Ghost mostly. He smells... less human... but bitter, lacking. Like a blind spot. I don't know what it is. But also familiar, compatible. It is confusing, contradictory."
"Clever pup, I told John you would find out. I cannot tell everything, is very personal. You will get answers. I recommend you for the team because John was looking for balance. Someone who fits with all of them, can navigate humans but also can see behind the words. Your nose will tell you what they mean, not just what they say. I didn't tell you, because you needed to get a picture of them first."
You huffed in frustration, but nodded. Human rules again.
"You need to know, I trust John."
"Is he the reason why you never bonded? And always smell like the cigars he smokes?"
"Clever pup. I told him you would find out quickly. Da, he is my mate. Never found another one like him. He knows. It is rare to find a human that fits, but happens. We... find ways."
You never noticed before, but now you understand that there always was longing in Niks scent. You assumed he just missed home, but apparently it was more.
Something to think about later maybe.
"You know they form a pack. I don't know why, they just do. Maybe because of the work, maybe luck, but they fit good. Strong connection, but different needs. Soap is very physical, yes? Gaz likes talking more. Simon, Ghost... Is different. He experienced something very bad and he is still hurting. John hopes you can help with that, because he can't lie to you. Can you trust me that it will all make sense?"
Usually you don't question your Elders, but this time it felt important, so you thougjt about it for a moment.
"ok. I try. I don't like not having all the information, but if it has to be like that... I trust the process."
You earned a playful hit to your shoulder for that and grin.
"We go back now, pup. I have time, show me your den and let me scent it."
You shifted again, wanting to get as much wolf interaction as possible. The run back was less urgent, more of a trot. Still the silent companionship of a packmate, the understanding that didn't need words, it soothed another need in you. You didn't even shift back on base, just slipped into your room, curling around each other in your nest. Having Nik close to you, mixed with everyone else, calmed you, another piece of the puzzle slipping into space. You felt so safe and familiar that you didn't even close the door and of course it was Soap who found you like that since he had been looking for you when you stormed off.
"Ah, here ye are, Fangs, Ah was lookin' fer ya." He stopped when he saw two wolves in the nest. "Oh... Sorry, ah... Is that.. Nikolai?"
The impression of curiositylonginginsecure made you look up and sigh. You wriggle a bit to make space, too tired to shift for words. When Soap hesitated, you gave out a small huff, looking at him.
"That's an invitation, get in or close the door."
You blinked and saw Price, dressed comfortably in a soft shirt and pants. Apparently he was not wasting an opportunity to spend time with Nikolai, and the way he slipped into the nest and pulled the other wolf into his arms settled something within you. Cuddle pile, yes.
"Be right back"
You were half asleep again when Soap returned, Gaz trailing behind. It took a moment to find the best positions; somehow Gaz ended up next to Price, and Soap had shoved himself right in the middle, half buried under you. Almost perfect with your snout against his neck and his fingers in your fur. It didn't take long for his heartbeat to calm down, maybe it helped that Price and Gaz were close. Just one thing was missing.
When you woke up it was dark, middle of the night, and it took you a moment to find the reason you were awake. Cold cigarette smoke and longing, coming from the massive silhouette of Ghost. Ghost, who just watched the pile of sleeping bodies, as if he didn't dare to come closer. The whine you let out was instinctual, a call for your packmate to join. You could feel the wantneed coming from the other man, why was he just sitting there? Your wolf brain was not having this and you carefully wriggled out of Soaps grasp and moved closer.
Ghost didn't move away when you crawled onto his lap, but he didn't help either, hesitating to touch you. Only when you rubbed your head against his neck did he close his arms around you, lightly, as if you could break. You didn't break, you melted. And shifted without thinking to fit the human anatomy better. His scent was washing over your senses, telling you that you belonged here, close to him. And his reaction was obviously similar, considering his arms pulled you closer now. Almost desperately grabbing your fur and hiding his face in it. It didn't make sense, everything about him screamed connection and home, his pheromones so delicious to you, and yet, it seemed as if he was almost afraid to let it happen. Whatever it was, you needed to help him, even if Nikolai hadn't told you.
So you stayed like this, a huge werewolf on his lap, claws playing with the soft hair on the base of his neck. Until you fell asleep once again, feeling your pack close and safe.
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Damn, this one is poorly written, I really need to improve my English a bit.
Apparently they are a pack now, even when they don't realise it yet. Let me know your thoughts? Please?
A/N: Happy White Day. Which is just as amazing as Valentine's Day. Jack is such a sweet guy, I wish he was more popular. Please enjoy.
tags: Jack Howl x fem!reader, aphrodisiac, knotting
wc: 3.9k+
You sighed at the sight of your cookies now wrapped up neatly in a clear plastic bag. You worked very hard on them. And you wanted the treats to impress the person you gave them to. At least in flavor if presentation failed you. The heart shaped cookie cutter you used was a little wonky, so some of the cookies came out looking more like ovals and paint pallets than hearts. But surely your message would still meet his fuzzy ears.Â
Today is Valentineâs Day in Twisted Wonderland. And you wanted to express yourself using something sweet. And, thanks to Sam, you could do that. You had bought a vial of shiny liquid. It wasnât just any ordinary lemon extract. It was behind a glass case and filled with magic. When you bake it into something sweet, the magic will spread over the treat. And when you feed it to the person you have your eye on; youâll get closer with them.Â
It was pretty vague wording, but only because Sam told you it isnât some kind of love potion. That kind of stuff is illegal if itâs permeant. Â
âGrim?â You called to the direbeast from the bottom of the stairs. âIâm heading out! Iâll be back later tonight!â There was an exhausted groan in response. Grim had caught a terrible cold and was going to stay in bed for the day. You made sure to bring him a glass of water and a small tan of tuna with a tray of crackers to hold him over as he rested. You wanted to do more, but you couldnât skip school today. Â
Through a cough, Grim told you he was happy to get some alone time in the dorm. Heâs a âmanâ after all and has âimportant guyâ stuff to do. Whatever that could mean considering heâs too weak to flex his little cat biceps in the mirror right now. Â
You adjusted your skirt, pulling it up a little higher to reveal a little extra skin on your stocking clad thighs. All in hope to look more eye catching to someone who would never look at you with a hungry gaze. Â
You locked the door to the dorm as you left, giving a final goodbye to the ghosts and Grim as you made your way to the iron gate. The walk to school was quiet as your cookies crinkled and jostled in your blazer pocket. You wanted to give them to him as soon as possible. If something happened to your cookies during transport, you could already see yourself falling to the floor in tears. Â
The dry dirt and stones crunched beneath your shoes as the chirp of birds kept you company during the trip. You wished that you could convince the Headmage to magically move Ramshackle a little closer to the school. Sometimes the walk would leave you winded due to it being so long.Â
You made your way up the stone steps to the school entrance. Waving good morning and quietly greeting other students who spoke to you on your way through the heavy wood doors. You needed to stay on task. It was easy to maneuver through the ocean of students since you had done it so many times before. Your eyes sought out a familiar bushy white tail in the crowd. But it had yet to appear. You were so close to success. And you would have reached your goal if not for bumping into someone. Â
âSorry!â You apologized quickly. Your eyes widened as the cookies fell out of your blazer pocket and hit the checker tiled floor. âWhat are you in a hurry for? Class doesnât start for another ten minutes.â It was Ace, grabbing the small bag off of the floor to look them over. You yelped when he began to undo the ribbon with a smile. âAce stop! Those arenât for you!â Sam didnât tell you what would happen if someone else ate the lemon extract. But you didnât want to find out. And of course, Ace was going to be a prick about it. Â
âCookie tax for almost knocking me over.â He crowed as he held the cookies out of your reach. You jumped and clawed at his clothes, trying to get them back. Watching as he tossed them from one hand to the other. âCookie tax!?â You whined as many of the other students passed with small snickers as you struggled against Ace. âI only want one! Whoever these are for canât be more important than me!â Â
Of course that person is. Thatâs why the cookies are for them, not Ace. The cherry eyed boy continued tossing the treats from one hand to the other. Treating them almost like they were a basketball against his skilled fingers. Once he held them high over his head again; the treats were taken by someone much bigger than you both. Â
Aceâs smile fell as the both of you paused in confusion. Your eyes began to glitter as you looked up to see Jack Howl standing just a few inches behind Ace. The small bag of cookies rested in his large palm. The treats were dwarfed in comparison as you fought back the urge to smile. It was nice that he always came to your rescue when you needed it. Even though he always said âI was just passing byâ.Â
Ace smiled awkwardly as you greeted Jack. âGood morning Jack!â You gave the beastman a bright smile. âAnd great timing actually.â You nudged Ace roughly with your elbow, digging it into his side as your delighted expression stayed unwavering. Ace grunted and took a small step away. All of your attention was turned to the wolfâs handsome face now. âGood morning Prefect... I was just passing by.â He spouted his famous line as a hand reached up to rub bashfully at the nape of his neck. You could see his tail swishing happily from behind him.Â
âHere.â His deep voice was soft as he went to return the small bag of cookies to you. The gentle gesture made your heart sore and you had to shake your head. You wanted to squeal and kick your feet and yet you were left sheepishly digging the toe of your shoe into the floor. âOh, those are for you actually!â You motioned to his hand and gently pushed with your smaller fingers. Â
You helped him close his hand as Ace groaned in disgust. The red head slipped away only after kicking the back of your knees. Telling you not to be late to class as you nearly crumbled and stuck your tongue out at him in annoyance. âYou and Ace seem closer than I remember.â Jackâs assumption made your head snap in shock. âAce is more like a sibling than a friend.â You would rather listen to Sebek rant about Malleus than be intimate with Ace. âDonât worry about him!â You gently patted Jackâs forearm with your palm. The action was intended as innocent, but you always loved the feeling of his muscles beneath his clothes.Â
âWhat are the cookies for? I donât remember you owing me anything.â Jack asked as he lifted the small bag to observe them closer. âDonât just give these to me because I stepped in to help. I do that stuff because I choose to.â The beastman grumbled under his breath as his tail began to slow to a stop. âIâm not!â You were quick to correct him. You didnât want Jack to think it was a pity gift.Â
âI promise theyâre for you. Itâs Valentineâs Day so I made these for you as a gift.â You explained hopefully as Jack looked down at you in confusion. âValentineâs Day? ... I think Iâve heard of it but... We didnât celebrate it where I lived.â Jackâs ears flattened as he looked down at you with a frown. âWas I supposed to do something? Sorry, I had no idea-â Â
âJack...â You felt your cheeks starting to burn. Â
Heâs so cute.Â
âItâs just a holiday where you give someone something sweet in appreciation.â You explained hopefully. Taking mental note of Jackâs tail picking up speed once more. âItâs a friend gift thatâs all. Girls give things to guys they like. And in March itâs a returned sentiment.â You shrugged with your hands folded near your lap. When you made those cookies they were done out of love. You do like Jack beyond being his buddy or someone he looks after. Â
Heâs strong and has a great head on his shoulders. Sometimes he can be dazzled by those he looks up to even to the point of being blinded. And heâs super handsome. Beastmen donât exist in your world. It was very new when you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland. But you knew that you wouldnât mind dating outside of your species. Â
Jack was silent as he carefully tucked the cookies into his blazer pocket. They crinkled gently as he crossed his arms over his chest. âThanks... Iâll remember to get you something in March.â He mumbled as his eyes darted away from yours. âIâll eat these later...â You watched him stiffen up, awkwardly straightening his posture with his chest slightly puffed. Â
All you could do was whisper a soft âokayâ as the bell signaling the start of class sounded above. You gave him a wave as he turned away. He used one of his hands to grip his tail to keep it still. Not wanting to bump anyone as he made his way to class. You didnât even care about school anymore. You almost skipped to class the moment the halls emptied. Â
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During lunch, you decided to walk around the school as you ate. Waving and greeting some of the friendly paintings as they filled you in on gossip they heard through the halls. Next was your free study period, and you planned to spend it going over notes for an upcoming Ancient Incantations exam. Leona was kind enough to DM you his old notes through MagiCam and he gave them to you since you were looking after Jack now that heâs gone. You wanted to disagree with the prince. Jack was the one looking after you.Â
The halls were empty as you finished the final bite of your sweet bread. Chewing slowly as you savored some information two of the painted princesses offered you. They knew of your fondness for Jack and had called you over the moment they saw you. Apparently, he didnât look very well. Â
He looked red and sweaty and he was swaying about. Stumbling through the empty halls before vanishing into the bathroom. It was advised that you go check on him. But make no sudden moves; heâs a beastman after all and he may be aggressive. You crept down the hall, following the path Jack took according to the paintings. Â
Jack would never hurt you. You knew that. He was harmless and those big muscles were just for show. You stood before one of the bathrooms. Of course, it was a men's restroom. You were the only girl on campus, and Crowley refused to renovate the school on behalf of one person. Thankfully you had a key from Professor Trein to use the restroom in the teachers' lounge when you needed it. It was just a very long walk for you... Â
You knocked on the door, leaning in close to listen for any audio cues. âJack? Itâs me! Are you okay?â You called out to the beastman, and he grumbled in response. âWhat?â You spoke a little louder. You didnât know if it was a good idea to go in there. You couldnât make out what Jack was saying, but you heard the word âcookiesâ. Your heart sank as you threw open the door. âAre you sick?!â The extract was supposed to help you get closer to Jack, not hurt him. Â
As the door swung shut behind you, there was the sound of Jackâs grunting and discomforted sounds. Theyâre much clearer now with him in front of you. The beastman was slightly hunched over. His blazer and white uniform shirt were discarded to the floor. The green short sleeve he wore underneath was now between his lips and teeth. Assisting with muffling the embarrassing sounds that bubbled up from his throat.Â
His belt was undone, and so were his uniform pants. And slowly back and forth you watched as Jack pumped his cock. Â
You imagined it would be big. But seeing it with your own eyes made your face burn. Your eyes met his, and he never stopped his strokes. âI...â You trailed off, your throat dry from shock. âIâm sorry I...â You were honestly speechless. Did the cookies do this to him? You could see Jackâs tail wagging as his eyes scanned over your body. His face was flushed with a tint of red. He looked like he was burning up. You did your best not to look at his dick but it was hard with the soft sounds of his strokes growing more and more intense in the small bathroom space. Â
âMaybe, since this is my fault-â You paused as Jackâs eyes narrowed. It sounded like he was growling. âI can explain the full story later! But I swear I had no idea it would do that!â You wanted to show him you were both innocent and guilty in the situation. âLet me help you.â You offered with a small step towards him. Jackâs body tensed and his hand began to slow. Â
You couldnât fit his cock in your mouth. You knew you couldnât. But touching it would be okay. The beastman appeared hesitant the closer you got. His ears twitched and he watched you with uncertainty as you stood in front of him. Your hands brushing over his larger ones until you felt the velvety skin of his cock. It was moist with sweat and likely spit, and part of you wanted to try sinking to your knees against your previous judgement. Jack released his shirt from his mouth. He was panting softly as you stroked his cock. Â
Going from the flushed tip, leaking with clear, sticky fluids and back to the base where a bristly patch of white hair greeted your fingers. âYou donât have to do that.â He growled, his warm breath tickling your skin as your eyes roamed over his well built body. You always wanted to touch Jack. But you canât casually ask your friend to cop a feel of his body or touch all over his arms without your crush being obvious. âI know I donât have to.â Your voice came out in a whisper. You felt Jackâs hand settle on your lower back. It never dared to go lower as you tried speeding up. He was shaking against you, his sounds getting louder as his cock twitched in your fingers.Â
Each throb from his shaft made your heartbeat quicken with excitement. âMmn- Cum-â Jack stuttered as he turned away from you. His ears folding against his head as you rested your cheek against his chest. You lapped at a bead of sweat rolling down his abs as you moved your hand faster and faster. His hips rutting impatiently into your fingers before he shook and convulsed. A thick jet of white sperm cascaded over your fingers. Coating your digits in the hot fluid as you slowed down, feeling your hand bump against something thick at the base where his pubes resided. Â
You glanced down, feeling Jackâs arm snake around you to keep your body pressed against his own. He was gasping and moaning, a stream of drool rolling down his chin. You could see something strange with his cock. Something a human doesnât have. It looked like it was swollen near the base. When you pulled your hand away to touch it, Jack winced. Â
His cock was still hard. You looked at your semen coated hand then up at Jack. His eyebrows were creased and his eyes were screwed shut. âJack?â You whispered his name, watching him turn away from you again. His ears still folded as his tail wagged with excitement. âIf you want-âÂ
âCan we?â The beastaman was already on the same page as you. His voice was meek and you couldnât hide your eagerness. âI wanna help you for once. Since you always help me.â Jack was one of the sweetest people you had encountered since you came to Twisted Wonderland. You wanted to pay back the kindness he always showed you. Even if he claimed it was no big deal. Â
You got up on your toes and pressed your lips against his warm cheek. Once your face was that close to his; he began to sniff you. Jack was sniffing your hair, he sniffed at your ears, then the space where your neck and shoulder connected. âIs this a beastman thing?â Your voice was quiet as Jack grunted in response. That would be a yes. âComeâr.â He murmured as he pulled you close, hugging you against his body with one arm until your legs dangled helplessly. Â
You rested your head against his shoulder as Jack did what he needed to do for whatever was in those cookies to wear off. He unzipped your uniform skirt, pulling the button so the garment would fall loose. Sliding down your legs and leaving you exposed from the waist down. You pressed your thighs together, silently wishing you chose cuter underwear. Â
You knew Jack doesnât care about that kind of stuff. But you do. Jack was sniffing you again as he allowed your feet to touch the floor, only so he could slip a hand between your thighs. His fingers rubbed over your panty-clad cunt as his teeth grazed your cheek. He nipped you gently, stroking you back and forth with his thumb pressing at your clit. Â
You whimpered through bit lips. Your body trembling as you went to reach for Jackâs cock again. Your hand coated in semen began to glide over his erection. It wasnât long before your lips met. His fingers were trying to make their way inside of you. Rubbing and stimulating your pussy through the fabric of your underwear as clear slick began to seep through and leave a small wet patch. Â
Your tongues met, and you forgot that you were standing in a public bathroom. Lunch time wouldnât last forever. You knew you had to speed things up. You tried moving your hand faster. The action was sloppy as you moaned into Jackâs mouth. You could taste the hint of lemon with every kiss you shared. Â
A yelp escaped your mouth when one of Jackâs fingers slipped inside of you. He had gotten your panties tugged to the side. Just enough for him to gain access where he needed it. He pulled his head away with a small frown. âSorry, did that hurt?â He asked and you shook your head. It startled you. His finger was filling you and he used his thumb to slowly rub circles around your clit. Â
You panted softly as Jack peppered kisses against the side of your face. His finger pumped in and out of you as your walls hugged the digit. Constricting around his finger as your body soon relaxed and accepted the feeling of intrusion. âCan I mount you?â The request was soft, tickling against your ear as you nodded in response. You werenât too sure what the word âmountingâ entailed but you knew it had to do with sex. Â
With the consent given; Jack rearranged your body. Your hands were now pressed against the sink, and he was behind you. You could see your face in the mirror as Jackâs hands rested on your hips. With how he was pushing you, you had to stand on your toes with your legs spread apart. Â
Your eyes darted around until you landed on Jackâs face. He has yet to notice that the obscene act was being reflected against the glass. You swallowed as the thick, flared tip pressed against your hole. Jack rocked his hips slowly, his cock grinding against your cunt as you shivered against the surface of the large vanity sink. Â
When he pulled back, and eased his cock inside of you, his lips met yours. It was an intimate act and a way to silence you as he pushed slowly. Working his large shaft inside of you from behind. His weight was pressing down on you, with one of his arms supporting you under your waist. You felt dizzy as Jack finally sank into the depth of your pussy. You could feel that strange, round part of his cock nestling against your clit. It was hard and velvety. It would throb against you with each test thrust Jack gave you. Â
As your body relaxed around him, he began a steady pace. Your juices coated his cock, making it much easier to glide in and out. Your body was being stretched in a way you never knew before. Fingers, toys, nothing could compare. You babbled as Jack kissed you and allowed you to cling to his thick arm for support. Your nails digging into his bronze skin as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again.Â
You were a mess. You could see your face was flushed, your eyes were unfocused, and the sight of Jack towering over you as he pinned your hips to his pelvis made you excited. Your hole clenched around his cock each time. His tip pressed against a rough patch of nerves inside of you. Dragging against your walls and stretching them to fit his size and shape. You exhaled his name over and over. Â
When he picked up speed you could feel yourself going limp against the sink counter. âI-Itâs in my stomach...â You wailed softly, wondering if the sensation you felt was true or a horny illusion. It was so deep inside of you that you feared nothing else would ever satisfy you. âNo,â Jack growled from above. He yanked on your hips, then used your free hand to press the space beneath your belly button. Â
The applied pressure forced you to feel every pump of his cock inside of you. âSee. Itâs right here.â Your eyes were rolling back as your thighs trembled as he moved faster. Your ass bouncing against his hips with each movement. You could feel yourself starting to twitch and constrict around his shaft. You were moments away from cumming and so was Jack. Â
âCan..? My knot..?â Jack was grunting against your shoulder. His mouth near your neck as your eyebrows knit in confusion. A knot? Is that the round part of his cock? âHuh? Yeah?â You werenât sure what he was asking. But you wanted it anyway. Â
You wanted all of Jack. Â
You felt him getting rougher, holding you tight against his firm body as he fucked into you. Trying to force that âknotâ at the base of his cock inside of you. You felt it pulse as he dug his teeth into your shoulder, the fabric dulling the pain. Your eyes looked to the mirror; and you saw Jackâs eyes. The golden yellow bore into your erotic expression as if he was committing it to memory. Â
You gasped as the knot slipped inside of you. Keeping the two of you locked together as a flood of cum filled your hole. The warmth spreading through you as you laid against the surface of the sink. It was cool against your burning skin as Jack slowly rocked his hips against you. Working all of the cum in deeper as your eyes fluttered shut. Â
You knew wolves mated for life. And this could be its own form of romantic confession. You dreamed of telling Jack how you felt with a smile on your face as you poured your heart out. But this works too.Â
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