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Thread of Fate Series | Freedom (1, 2, 3) - Ballad (1)
LADS boys on what chinese dialects/accents they would have based my personal vibes/experience (should be noted that in-game CN dialogue does not have strong accents imo but there might be for the trained ear). Culturally, regional/city dialects have been fading out due to the Mandarin language being used as the standard language in China. There's movements to protect this speech but it's still a long way to go. Keep in mind again that my experiences and knowledge only encompass a little of the vast majority of dialects/accents chinese people speak in, as within regional dialects, there are even small town/local variations of that dialect (this is not even getting to the ethnic minorities that also have their own languages/dialects that mixed with chinese).
Xavier - Taiwan. The Taiwan mandarin dialect feels fitting for his mild like facade-with enough twists to make you double check yourself.
Zayne - Anhui or Yunnan. Ok this is is a bit of stretch, but I feel that his way of speaking fits the smooth flow of Anhui,,but at the same time, Yunnan has a certain rhythm/tone lilt that I feel would complement his speak. Idk lol
Sylus - Tianjin or Beijing. This one is biased bc of all the shitpost traffic videos from Tianjin area. The swallowing of the Rs and flatness in the dialect feels like it fits Sylus's voice when he's being intimidating or serious. Tianjin's similiar, but more casual/flowy tones also feels like a good match with Sylus.
Rafayel - Shanghai/Suzhou/Jiangsu. He is the it girl, and I feel like the city girl dialect of Shanghai suits him when he's in his dramatic moments. On the other hand, Suzhou/Jiangsu word flow feels perfect when he gets serious or is waxing poetic.
Caleb - Guangdong/Cantonese. There's something very soothing about the tones that fits Caleb's personality. Words are rolled together in a flow that feels rhythmic, similar to how Caleb speaks in game.
Valko - Sichuan or Henan. The casual tone of Henan feels perfect for his dorky side-as well cutting to the chase-it's to the point, just like Valko in the trailers. Sichuan for his more serious side, not necesscarily because it's more formal, but the matter of factness of the dialect.
Please... Please feed us the Valko yandere headcanons. I beg of thee
I am struggling to do it because I really want to, but I also feel that I don't know enough about it him so it's arbitrary speculation to write for him... But at the same time we might never know so, ya know, yolo.
Thanks for requesting, get ready for dog-puns, hehe ♥
Edit: This ended up being a bit of a word-vomit lol, hope you guys enjoy!
❥ If the obsession is still in its earlier stages, he definitely gives you the scary-dog-privileges. All smiles when you face him and talk to him directly, and baring his teeth, looking down on anyone who dares to get close to you, like a rabid dog, whenever your back is turned. Even the people from his companies no longer look you in the eyes, too afraid of the consequences—rightly so. You start to feel like people are avoiding you, but they are actually avoiding the man that stalks behind you, whether you know it or not. The only moment he calms down is when you hook your arm around his or hold his hand. It's a sign of ownership enough to soothe his overprotective jealousy.
❥ Hands down, I think he wants to be leashed by you. Sure, he plays the role of independent, clever, strong, big, bad wolf, but if you were to put a collar on him and tug him around on a leash, Valko wouldn't complain. In fact, he'd follow you everywhere, never straining the leash like an unruly dog, and even follow commands (unless you're in danger if he doesn't act). He'd be a blushing, hunched-over mess the whole time, and he'd love every minute of public embarrassment and even more if it's in private and you're taking the reins in the relationship—at least that's what he's thinking about while he waits for you to come outside of the coffeeshop after you told him to stay put while you go order. And yes, if you want him to, he wears the collar anywhere, be it in the office or at home; Valko will be ready to be picked up from puppy daycare.
❥ Drugging you with chocolate also starts early. Not only does he have to find out about your favorite sweets composition, but he also has to find out which drugs work best and in which category. He brings non-drugged chocolate to outings you two enjoy together. Hence, you're not suspicious about him giving you chocolate later. Later, he tries the first sleepy chocolates on movie nights. You won't get suspicious why you keep falling asleep (sometimes deeper or faster than other times) if the movies are lowkey bad, after all. And the very special, very delicate, very arousing chocolate... well, he might have given it to you a few times when you two had a special occasion like an anniversary dinner or hanging out with friends, anywhere where things wouldn't escalate and you could excuse yourself. After all, one of the only things that keep him from pouncing when you smell so delectable is that he's unwilling to share anyone with you. He's also reluctant to force himself into your home after cutting the date short because you are 'unwell'. But as if he has a hunch, one day, this knowledge will serve him, and he's preparing you for it.
❥ Sometimes, Valko brings home and puts new chocolate flavors he developed against your skin, letting the bar melt before licking it off you. It's his new favorite way to combine his hobbies and interests, and he decides whether to keep producing the chocolate based on how well it pairs with your body's taste. Basically, all the people eating the chocolate from his company now eat choco that works the best when paired with your body. Congratulations! And for once, Valko isn't even jealous or unhappy with it, because he knows that no one else gets to taste the full potential aside from him.
❥ Sooo many acts of service. Even when his obsession one day explodes, and your liking of him turns into hatred, Valko will never let you fend for yourself. You may throw dinner in his face every night for a week, and he'll still make you a second plate and try to feed you, or at least watch you eat, so he makes sure you're not going hungry. Even if you punch, kick, or scream, he still tends to your wounds every night, no matter how many times you insult or scratch him in the process. And he draws you a bath any time you ask or look uncomfortable, even leaving you alone for the duration unless you need his help washing yourself for one reason or another. Valko still buys you flowers to decorate your room, makes the nest bed every day, and tells you jokes even though you don't react to them anymore. And he still kisses and holds you, even if you're only a mere shell of your past self, his love and loyalty to you never wavering.
❥ But before that stage even kicks in, there are so many more things he does. If you are still clueless, he is known to steal food right out of your hand or feed it to himself instead of letting you have it. To you, it looks like he's just teasing you and joking around; to him, it's just another way to claim you. It also encourages you to do the same to him, and seeing you indirectly kiss something he has just makes him rock hard, and his brain short-circuit.
❥ Technically, he provides you with enough clothes, going shopping with you or restocking your dresser when you're not looking. But even after locking you somewhere secure and only accessible to him, he still steals all your clothes. He even has a little room dedicated to you where he stashes everything he takes, never throwing anything out and rolling around in it after hard days. Of course, with underwear being the closest to your body, it's the most desirable thing to have for him, but Valko isn't picky. He'll take shirts, accessories, even perfumes or deodorant that are almost empty. Or your bedsheets and towels. Sometimes it's the thought of you wearing/using it that counts; other times it's just his obsession with your scent kicking it, so it depends on the day what strikes his fancy.
❥ As we know, he loves skinship. However, turns out that's hard when you're a yandere in love with a darling that is vehemently not. So aside from pushing himself against you like the needy pup he is, rubbing his body against yours or embracing you to inhale your scent and cuddle with you even if you protest, he also takes your hands hostage when he can't take it anymore. Admittedly, it sounds harsher than it is; he just moves your hands to his head, rubbing them through his hair/fur, or forces you to pet his ears. It never fulfills him 100%, but it's much better than nothing, especially if you give in sometimes and do it out of your own volition. Then, it's heaven to Valko. He also encourages this by brushing your hair or massaging you (even if you don't want him to), hoping it will make you more comfortable in touching him back at some point. Perhaps you'd even pet him, then? Wishful thinking, but tempting, and he knows it.
❥ He totally gets off on you touching and playing with his ears. If you pull on them, it will definitely give him masochistic pleasure, but you can also tease and do some denial play with how you handle his ears. He'll be literally pudding in your hands if you're gentle, though, and you can manipulate him to a certain degree into doing what you want when he's so love- and pleasure-drunk.
❥ Valko is the absolute worst yandere of the LIs to sleep with. It's basically big-dog-cuddles where he forces himself into your bed and sleeps, crushing you beneath him. He always has to hold on to you in some way, and you could (and do) scream in the summertime because it's just so HOT with him radiating heat like an oven. And no, you don't get your own blanket; you either share or accept Valko as your temporary blanket, but the man moves so little in the night that it gets uncomfortable quick. And yes, there have been instances when he got hard from a lewd dream, suckled your skin, licked or groped you, and overall, just woke you up for no fault of yours. There is no escape. You either spoon or perish between the mattress and him; there is no in-between except if you're hurt and he needs to be extra careful, causing him to sleep sitting on a chair next to your bed instead since he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. Oh, and since his ears and tail are always out, the latter even curled around you: dog hairs galore!
❥ I don't actually think Valko would force himself on you as some kind of punishment or instinct, even when he's so aroused and needy. He'd rather jerk off at your feet, begging for you to touch him, than force you to have sex, but the special chocolate is always somewhere near, ready to be used when things get dire. There might be a time when you need a little more convincing to let him take care of your already existing, natural needs. Or your scent is driving him wild, Valko wanting nothing more than to drown in your crotch with his mouth around your sex so he can get his fill of your arousal scent. So if convincing doesn't help, maybe a piece of chocolate or a hot cocoa will do the trick. He's always ready, but he wishes the first time you two would completely fall into lust would happen more naturally, and he will regret it if it doesn't. It just doesn't stop him completely, either.
❥ Valko is so incredibly clingy with you. Even when he realizes that things won't be the same after what he's done with you, his hands are always on you. You could be lying on the couch, and he'd still find a way to massage your feet, spoon you, or pick you up to place you in a more favorable position with your head on his lap or vice versa. The moments he can't be with you are killing him; he's irritable at work, which people only allow him because of his genius, and he's a velcro dog at home, standing in front of the bathroom door, waiting for you to let him in while you're in there to brush your teeth or use the toilet. He'll build you a kennel or playroom if he must, so he can take you to work, accessible only to him and by elevator directly to the garage, so no one gets to see you except Valko.
❥ If you manage to escape him, he will hunt you down. No one can step into his path and remain alive or standing once he crosses their path. Trees get wrecked, people are killed, and your scent is still as fresh in his nose as it was when he held you. No matter how long, how far, how different you are, he will find you. There's not even a sliver of doubt. He will come for you, standing by your side at some point, looking down at you furiously. But when he touches you, picks you up, his hands are gentle as he presses himself against you, nuzzling his face into you, telling you he was so worried and he missed you so much, and you realize he's angry with himself rather than with you. He won't listen to your complaints, won't hesitate to bring you back, bathe you, feed you, take care of you. But the worst you will ever take away from it is him forcing a kiss on you before pulling away, ashamed of himself for losing his cool, but that's just how desperate he feels.
❥ That doesn't mean you can't get hurt by his claws or fangs. Most of the time it's unintentional, when he touches you while his claws are out. Valko will totally freak out, cursing and bringing too many bandages and ointments for a little scratch. So even if you reassure him over and over, he'll make a big fuss out of it, breaking off the claw that scratched you. Yet, you can watch him stare at the droplets of blood for a little too long, gulping a little too hard to deny that he wants to lick it up. As for the fangs: once the curtain falls and he gets to ravage you, biting becomes almost a daily thing. To mark you, to possess you, to let anyone (who won't see you because Valko won't let them) know you are his. And especially so that YOU don't forget it when you look in the mirror the day after. Once that is done, he will also nibble on you occasionally just for fun: your earlobe, lips, fingers. Nipples and thighs are not spared either, and you still have much more body to taste.
❥ Sometimes he'll use your body like a chew toy, especially in sleep. At least your yelps and flinches will wake him up and make him stop.
❥ Yes, he will hunt you in his full wolf-form too if necessary. Still, he'll be just as gentle and careful cradling you to himself, and even be unhappy that you smell more fearful than ever seeing his monster form. But sometimes, it's the fastest and easiest way to get to you, and that's the only thing that counts.
❥ In the end, his punishments are rather tame with locked doors and shackles if you fight against him. Valko can definitely be provoked into doing more harmful things, but it will take a looooong time and a lot of goading from you; it's not worth the effort. He'd have to be so desperate and out of options to actually hurt you, exhausting every possibility before that.
❥ Definitely a yandere who wants babies—plural, multiple. The bigger the family, the better. He also wants to introduce you to his parents/elders, but realizes it might be hard with the kind of... situation you two have. Still, maybe having a pup or twelve will make you more agreeable to be released into the wild again. And if you can't get pregnant? Valko will find the perfect pups for you to take care of, no worries!
mentions of: smut, dubcon, kidnapping, somnophilia, stalking, p in v, possessive behavior, mouth spitting, cumming, breeding, abuse (?), masturbation, rough sex, orgasm, praising kink, sexual overstimulation, use of drugs, minor violence, probably panty sniffer, stockholm syndrome (?), yandere tendencies, forced pregnancy, caleb is totally a pervert.
summary: reader moves into a new town, unexpectedly ran to a hot guy who seems unharmful, that later on developed an obsessive behavior towards her.
a/n: english is not my first language so bear w/ me. :3
“Ughhh what now!”, you mumbled as you repeatedly start your car engine, only to it not responding.
Moving out is so stressful, having to go back to your old home to collect the things you've left behind, it's such a hassle and definitely getting on your very last nerves!
On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief, moving onto a new town with scenery so breathtaking you could almost feel like your soul has been taken into the depths of cloud nine. The town was small but lively, and you loved that it felt safe or so you thought.
You're on your way back to drop off your last belongings and couldn't wait to rest, because of the entire week of you going back and forth. On your way home, your car decided to not be cooperative making you stuck in the middle of the town's street. You were still on the shoulder, trying to Google what the hell might have happened to your car, when a soft knock was heard in your window.
“Heyyy, I couldn't help but notice that you've been here in 'yer car for quite a while now, is something wrong?”
You stopped on your tracks noticing the tall, astonishing looking man that wore denim pants along with his white tank top that surely flexes his well built biceps, with a concerned look squinting down into your window.
You couldn't help but to stare at his sunset looking eyes that really lured your attention to, something about it somehow made your tummy tickles. “Miss?”
Lost in your thoughts the man seems to be worried since you're not responding who's clearly captivated by his looks. “Oh yeah uhmm, it's just my stupid car... I think there's something wrong with it”, “Do you think I could help ya'? 'm pretty good at fixing things if you may ask.” with a boyish smile, you couldn't help but to accept his offer.
I mean why not? Having a handsome and muscular guy helping you fix your car while looking so hot and delicio—, what the hell am I saying!? You screamed internally as you carefully observed how his hands glides thru the car engines for who knows whatever he's doing.
“Sooo what's a pretty girl doin' in here? Never seen you around before.” He asked, looking at you while continuing his duty. “I just moved in here for quite some time now, just finishing up my new home.” he hummed at your response.
Later that day, you've learned that the man who helped you was Caleb, you felt lucky after he said that he was the town’s only mechanic—a tall, easy-smiling man with grease on his hands and dimples deep enough to drown in.
Looking at the paper he handed earlier with his number written on it, he said in case your car acts up again. Remembering how he fixed your car earlier that day and refused to charge for labor.
“You’re new here,” he said with a shrug, “Consider it a welcome gift.” you stupidly smiled as the memories of earlier flooded back in.
You two became surprisingly close after that incident on how both of you met. Him occasionally showing up in your home, sometimes showing up unannounced with his usual sweet, boyish grin.
And the worst part? You let him every. single. time., ignoring the strange prickle so close to your neck, waiting to be weave in any seconds like a ticking bomb.
The first time he came to your house, it was just a social call—at least, that’s what it looked like. Besides, nothing could go wrong. right?
There was a knocked mid-morning with a white box from the local diner in Caleb's hand. Inside were apple turnovers and a note in careful cursive: Best in town. Ask Caleb if you don’t believe me.
You blinked, surprised. “You didn’t have to—”
“I didn’t. I wanted to.” He grinned. After receiving it, you invited him inside.
He stood awkwardly in the entryway, looking around like he was trying to memorize every inch. The visit was short. Friendly. He made a few jokes, complimented the paint colors, told her he’d grown up a few blocks away.
You told yourself it was nothing. Just small-town kindness.
“I figured you hadn’t gotten the lay of the land yet,” he said. “This place’s got good folks, if you know where to look.”
Both of you chatted not noticing the darkness that is settling in. Sometimes he would ask some questions like: “Do you like your new home?”, “Did you met any of our neighbors?” or even becoming bolder such as, “Sooo are you single?” which totally left you flustered.
After he left, you can't help but feel a strange feeling that seeps in your stomach, is this what they call butterflies in your stomach?
The next week, he showed up again.
This time, he had tools.
“Your mailbox is leaning,” he explained, already halfway into the project before you answered the door. “One strong wind and it’ll be flat. I had a spare post. Figured I’d help.”
You didn’t know how to say no. Not when he looked so sincere! Not when he smiled like he meant it.
And then the pattern started.
Every few days, he was there. Fixing things. Pointing out things even you didn’t know needed fixing.
Your porch light flickered once? The next day, it was replaced.
Your garden hose had a kink?—sure he left a new one just for you.
You found him once crouched in the side garden, dirt on his knees, pulling up the withered flowers.
“This place deserves to be kept nice,” he said.
Hesitation and anxiety starts creeping in every inch of your skin, as you began to feel trapped by his kindness. He never asked to come in—he just offered help. And always with that same half-smile, that practiced ease. It made you feel crazy for feeling watched. Paranoid.
Convincing yourself he was just lonely. Just sweet. Just a friendly guy who always has your back
But then came the incident with the door.
Certain you'd locked it that morning. But when you returned from work, it was slightly ajar. Nothing stolen. No signs of forced entry.
Only a coffee mug washed and placed back in the wrong cabinet.
Heart thudded as you stood in the kitchen, mug in hand. Told yourself you must’ve misremembered. That it was nothing.
You started cataloging every detail of your home like a detective in your own life.
Even taking photos of each room before you left for work. Marked the position of your silverware, shampoo bottles, the books on the shelf. You made a spreadsheet of timestamps and room temperatures and light bulb wattages.
“Am I losing it?” you stammered, feeling uneasy and stressed on current happenings.
“You said the mug moved?” Tara asked during lunch. “Maybe you did it and forgot.”
You smiled tightly, didn’t bother explaining. How could I make someone understand that it wasn’t just one thing? It was a thousand small things, like threads being plucked, one by one, until the whole fabric started to fray.
The toaster would be unplugged when I came home, though I never unplugged it.
My laundry would be a little too folded, neater than you ever managed.
The smell of someone else’s cologne would linger for a second too long in the hallway.
Until a week later, when Caleb stopped by unannounced again, tool bag slung over one shoulder.
“Thought I’d fix the outlet near your sink,” he said, already halfway through the door.
“I don’t remember asking about that,” you said.
“No, but I noticed it,” he replied, tapping the wall. “Could be a hazard. Water 'n electricity, y’know?”
You felt a hint of hesitation—but still let him in.
He moved through the kitchen casually, too casually, like he knew it better than he should. He knelt, tinkered with the wall. As you watched him the entire time, arms crossed.
He worked in silence for a while.
“Hey Pips, can I use your bathroom for a sec'?” the man says as he was leaning on your door frame.
He was gone ten minutes.
Too long.
You stood at the edge of the hall, listening. No flushing. No water. Wondering what else he could be doing taking so much time.
“Hey Caleb, are you good? You've been there for 10 minutes is something wrong?” you slightly raised the volume in your throat, abruptly knocking on the door.
When he finally stepped out, he smiled. “Yeah 'm sorry about that, just had a lil' tummy ache that's all.” Both of you went back in the kitchen shortly after that.
And you not noticing the slightly gap between the drawer where you put all your used undies and other clothes. You have so much underwear, two pairs missing shouldn't be a problem right? right.
Later that night, something inside of you just snapped. An ominous feeling on the back of your head that you kept ignoring but failed to do so. You can't help but to feel like you're being watched by some unknown.
So the very next day, you made your way into the mall, bustling every store you can that promotes security cameras.
A new camera system you had bought—high-end, cloud connected, motion sensors. You set up four cameras outside and six inside.
For a week, nothing happened.
Then, one night, all the cameras went black.
Simultaneously.
When you checked the footage, it had been wiped. Completely clean. Not a second of stored data. As if someone had never wanted them there to begin with.
You didn’t sleep that night. As you sat in the hallway with back to the wall, a knife clutched in your hands, waiting for a sound. Any sound.
None came.
But you knew he had been there.
Not just because of the cameras.
Because her toothbrush was wet.
After a long hours of work you've lost track of the time, and now you're here walking home in the dark as you keep yourself cautious and wary of your surroundings. As you were walking you couldn't help but hear footsteps joining with you, but as you turned back you saw nothing. no one. maybe you're just too naive and too dumb to notice the figure creeping behind the walls.
It happened fast. Too fast.
Before you know it, large arms embraced you from behind keeping you from moving away. “Let go of me! HELP!” You yelped, adrenaline rushing in to you as you tried to squirm.
“Shh shh, it's okay princess you have me now.” as the man behind coos thinking that maybe, just maybe it'll sooth your panicked nerves.
“NO! STOP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!” thinking you could escape, you kicked him on his knees, but falls into nothing.
“Aggressive aren't we? You left me no choice then, Pips” with that he took out a cloth from his pocket, shoving it onto your nose.
“No pwease, dwont do dwis” your muffled voices slowly vanishing into thin air, as darkness engulfs your sight.
“Sweetdreams my baby, you know that I love you a little bit too much right.” as Caleb nuzzles in your unconscious body, feeling the warmth and softness of your tender skin.
When you woke up, you find yourself laid on bed that you sure that isn't yours.
There's an invincible force keeping you pinned. You couldn't move.
You're in a state of confusion.
Panicked and scared.
As the blurred vision in your eyes began to fade, you tried to ease yourself by looking down only to realize that you're wide open, naked, legs stretched out. Noticing the white liquid slowly dripping in your cunt down to your thighs, it was extremely a lot that it's nearly pooling between your ass and the bed.
Too focused on examining yourself, you didn't notice the door creaking in followed by a calculated steps.
“Finally up hmm?” Caleb walked towards the bed, “I was worried I put a lot of dosage that made you unconscious for a day” the bed shifted as he sat beside you.
“'m sorry baby.” he gently caresses your cheeks. “Caleb release me right now.” you demanded firmly and cold, but ineffective to hide the scared tone in your voice.
“Or what? What'cha 'gon do 'bout it, Pipsqueak? Call the cops?” he threatened, faint chuckle was heard after.
“I want to go home please, I'll give you whatever you want. Money, you want money right? Just please let me go” trying to hold back the tears that can fall down any second. “Silly but you're in home, our home”.
“I don't care about your money, do you not get it? It's you. I want you.” he blurted with an airy voice.
“No! I don't want this y—”
“Stop playing with me, we both know you're lying when you have your pussy here so soaked in here because of my cock.” as he traces your wet cunt with his cum still on the inside leaking out, from him fucking you multiple times while you were still knocked out.
“D'ya like my present?” he kept humping your lower half, until you felt something on his pants slowly arising.
“Why don't'ya be a good girl f'me hmm? I'll give you anything. everything.” as he was buckling his belt off, removing his pants along with his boxers that clearly has a stain of his pre-cum, turned on from the sight of you wide open for him still immobilized by his Evol's doing.
“Caleb, please don't do this to me.” you pleaded to him, glazed eyes looking at him praying to every gods to convince him to spare you.
But to Caleb, how can he stop himself when you're looking at him with those cute doe-eyes? It's your fault for being so adorable, that he lost all his control from keeping you captive, caged, away from anyone and everyone else. Just for him to see, to feel, to hear, to taste. They don't even deserve to breathe the same oxygen as you? He thought.
“My name isn't a safe word, y'know?” without a warning, he plunged himself deep inside you.
You swore your vision faltered as soon as he drilled his hard cock in your walls so wet, you can even hear the squelching so loud.
Plap Plap Plap
“So tight f'me. 'y so wet and you...nghhh said you didn't want this?” as he continued to fuck your brains out.
You feel your body easing up as his Evol starts to soften around you, allowing you to arch your back from the extreme pleasure you're receiving.
“Nggghhh...Caleb ahh s-slow please” gasping as of the lack of air you're getting in. “Can't aha...p-leasee” poor mind can't even produce coherent words from being too cock-drunk.
“Shhh...y'can take it yeah? I know you can baby.” huff huff huff was heard across the room along with the sounds of skin slapping.
His hard cock goes deep inside your pussy kissing your cervix multiple times, he watches how his member disappears—going in and out. in. out. in. out. in. out. Which evidently turned him on even more. “Fuuuckkk mmmhh”.
He descended towards your head, body-weight definitely crushing you down, his hands serving as a necklace in your neck. He doesn't squeeze, just holding it indicating that he's the one in-charged here.
“Look at you, moaning so loud f'me. Do I feel that good hmm?” as he licks your neck, even biting it that'll definitely leave a mark.
He didn't like that he was being ignored, so he pinned your neck down nearly choking you—using his other hand to slap you in the face.
“Answer me pretty or you'll be punished even more, wouldn't want that right?”
Unable to comprehend Caleb's words from being fucked out, you just nonsensically responded to him whatever it is on your mind. Your mind however, feels like you're above the clouds, drawn at the ecstasy that made you so high you don't even give a single care at the world; forgetting the defiance you showed from him awhile ago. You just wanted to cum.
“Caleebbb...pleasepleaseplease aaghhnnh. I do anything pweasee.” you whined at him, eyes rolled back, you surely are close. Feeling a hard knot building up below your belly button.
As your mouth agape, drool escaping your lips, Caleb spat on your mouth. His saliva mixing with yours watching as you obediently swallowed it without any protest.
“What a good girl you are. You're mine. You're my good girl” he slammed his lips into yours, resulting a messy and sloppy kiss. His tongue freely exploring you as his thrust became even faster, the speed so inhumane you doubt if he even is a human.
“Gon' cummm, gon' cum, ahaahh...nghh Calebb.” the lewd sounds you're making was enough to make his control vanish.
“Yeahh? You want my load so bad? Such a good girl.” unable to control himself, he shoots his cum deep inside your womb, still moving slowly as both of your juices mixed.
You had a chance to breathe properly as he pulled out his cock, watching his semen oozing out in your pretty little pussy. For a moment heavy pants filled the room, body twitching from the previous orgasm, closing your eyes as you sensed the exhaustion consuming your body.
You're finally drifting off to sleep, buuut Caleb has other plans.
“Not yet baby, uh-uh the night is still young, yeah?” as he followed the trail of his cum using his dick, shoving it right back to where it should belong.
“Have to make sure 'yer pregnant, so that you'll never leave me alone hmm.”
You sure have to brace yourself, 'cuuzz it'll be a long night for you~
🔪 featuring {separate}: 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
🔪 tw: yandere content 𝜗𝜚 murder duh 𝜗𝜚 drugging 𝜗𝜚 jealous sex 𝜗𝜚 noncon 𝜗𝜚 size kink 𝜗𝜚 fear play 𝜗𝜚 kidnapping 𝜗𝜚 scent kink 𝜗𝜚 they're psycho 𝜗𝜚 lovebombing 𝜗𝜚 cherry poppin' 𝜗𝜚 blood kink 𝜗𝜚 sex after murder?? 𝜗𝜚 this lwk kinda scary 𝜗𝜚 aphrodisiacs 𝜗𝜚 full nelson 𝜗𝜚
🔪 an: her new boyfriend nexttt how'd I get hereeee?? 👀
🔪 CHILDE — Shits n' Giggles
Maybe if you don’t move, he won’t see you
You’re crouched between two crates, knees pulled to your chest, barely breathing. Your hands are clamped so tight over your mouth that your teeth are digging into your palm.
You saw it.
You saw Ajax laugh while he carved the man you were seeing apart. The way the hydro blades slashed n’ ripped.
Witnessing the moment your boyfriend stopped screaming, and he just kept laughing, louder and louder.
And then he looked right at you.
So now you’re hiding. Because you’re next. You have to be next.
His footsteps crunch over the gravel, slow and bouncy like he’s having the time of his life. Then the laughter starts again — loud, wild, completely deranged.
“Hmmm~ Where’s my favorite person?” Childe sings, clearly enjoying himself way too much. “Come out, come out, wherever you are! I saved the best part just for you, babe!” Another burst of manic giggling echoes through the alley.
Fuck he’s getting closer way too fucking close.
Your whole body is shaking so hard that the crate behind you is rattling. Tears won’t stop pouring down your face.
Shit shit shit! He’s going to kill you. He snapped. He’s completely lost it, and now he’s going to—
“BOO!”
A bloody hand slams down on the crate right above your head. “AH THE FUCK-” You immediately slapped a hand over your mouth
Ajax drops down into a crouch in front of you, blue eyes wide and sparkling with pure insanity. His ginger hair is soaked red.
Blood smeared across his freckles like war paint. He’s grinning so wide it looks like his face might split.
“You really thought you could hide from me?” he laughs, loud and bright. “After I just put on a whole show for you? That’s so mean!”
He swiftly grabs your ankle and yanks you out from between the crates in one smooth motion.
THUD!
Hissing in pain as you hit the ground hard, but he’s already on top of you, straddling your waist, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
His face is inches from yours his mouth panting. You can smell the blood, see the lovesick glee in his eyes.
“You watched the whole thing, didn’t you?” he whispers, almost affectionate. “Saw me tear him apart... laughing while he cried like a little bitch. And then you ran away from me like I was gonna do the same to you.”
He drones off on that last part, Childe tilts his head, still smiling that terrifyingly happy smile.
“Wait...You thought I was coming to kill you next, huh? Pffttt!-” He bursts out laughing again — loud, unhinged, shoulders shaking as he presses his bloody forehead against yours. “That’s so fucking cute.~”
His cock is already hard, grinding against your stomach through blood-soaked fabric. You feel it twitch when you whimper.
His free hand slides down your side, gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. “I’m not gonna kill you, babe,” he purrs, voice dropping into something much darker.
“I killed him because he touched you. Because he thought he could have you. I did it all for us.”
He leans in and licks a tear off your cheek, blue eyes half-lidded with delight.
“Baby, stop crying and tell me how much you loved the show… or I’ll give you a reason to really scream.”
He says that last part with a proud little grin, an attempt to reassure you he’s stable.
You stare up at him, chest heaving.
“…Ajax is you on drugs right now?” you choke out.
He blinked once, then twice before laughing; his pupils literally dilated into tiny hearts as he pants above you, chest heaving, that manic smile never fading.
“Completely sober, babe. Promise.” He nipped your ear playfully. “Did it all on no drugs~,” he sing-songed.
“You’re fucking insane!” you scream, thrashing underneath him.
The insult lights him up like fireworks.
He moans openly, hips rolling slow and filthy, pressing the thick line of his cock against your cunt.
“Fuck— say it again. Louder.” Childe’s voice cracks with glee. “Call me a lunatic, baby. Please.”
You spit in his face. “Get the hell off me, you psychotic ginger bast—”
“Hah— you’re so h-hot when you’re mad at me,” he cuts you off delighted.
“You made me so sad when you decided to cheat on me, baby…” he coos.
“What???” This made you freeze. “We broke up months ago, you fucking psycho— get off—”
“No.”
The word drops flat. Instant. Like a switch flipped behind his eyes.
“No. No no no no no.” He’s giggling now, shoulders shaking as he pins your wrists deeper into the gravel. “Don’t do that. Don’t say that. We didn’t break up. I didn’t agree to that. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“Ajax…we broke up. Months ago. I left. You can’t just-”
“No.”
His fingers dig bruises into your ass. Cock twitches hard against your belly, leaking through his pants as he fishes it out one-handed. Thick. Angry.
Drooling precum in fat sticky ropes that splatter hot against your clit.
“Shhh gonna split you open, bunny,” voice still sickeningly sweet. Hips rocking forward as the fat head kisses your entrance—hot, demanding, wider than you remember. "Just relax… let me fill you up…"
“Wait!- hngh!-”
Plunging in deep you cried out nails scraping the gravel, walls fluttering uselessly around the sheer girth, trying to push him out even while more slick gushes out to betray you.
“F-ffuck! Didn’t you hear me??”
He sinks deep, deep, deep, blue eyes half-lidded in bliss while that smile never falters.
“Don’t say that again.” One blood-stained hand cups your cheek, thumb smearing red across your skin like he’s petting a scared kitten.
“C’mon, babe. We both know how this ends. Seems you forgot who you belong to. That’s okay though.”
With a broken moan his forehead dropped to yours pausing briefly.
“I’ll remind you.”
He starts moving.
Slow at first—wet, filthy drags that grind his cock against every raw nerve inside you.
Then harder. Meaner.
Each thrust timed with that same cheerful, hollow voice.
“Ya f-feel that, babe? That’s me. That’s us. No break-up. No ex. Just t-this pretty pussy squeezing me so tight like it missed its owner!”
You gritted your teeth and tried to twist away.
He’s too heavy. Too deep. Too gone.
“Ajax, ngh! puhleeasee! This isn’t!-”
“NO-“ plap! “NO-“ plap! “NO NO NO- don’t do that! Don’t say that!”
Every “no” lands with a vicious snap of his hips.
Cockhead battering your womb like he’s trying to fuck the memory of leaving him out of your body.
“-We’re on a nice date right now, babe! Can’t you hah…haha…see? I took you out, I got all dressed up for you, I’m being so good for you tonight!”
He’s screaming between giggles.
Tears pouring. Smile never drops. Just keeps stretching wider and wider like his face is about to split.
The wet pap-pap-pap of skin on skin echoes loud between you, slick and cum all mixing together.
You sob harder. “W-what are you ah!- talkin’ bout?!? I said we broke up! T-this isn’t a date!”
“NO!”
Another scream tears from his throat. Raw. Unhinged. Sinking deeper. Inch after thick inch.
“Don’t say that again. Don’t say that, don’t say that don’t say that - we’re on a date! This is our date!”
Laughing and crying and babbling all at once while heart-shaped pupils spin wildly.
As he fucks you in earnest—wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick echoing off the crates in the alley.
His leaking precum making an obscene mess between your thighs.
He’s laughing and crying and babbling all at once, that empty cheerful mask splintering wider and wider.
“You always come back to me eventually.” His voice fractures sweeter, darker. “This cunt is squeezing me so tight! Baby!— fuck, you missed me, didn’t you? Haha…”
You sob, hands gripping his shoulders tight so hard you made indents from your nails.
He only groans louder, pace turning relentless, hips grinding deep on every thrust like he’s trying to crawl inside your ribs and stay there forever.
In his shattered mind, this is a date.
The only one that matters.
And he’s never letting it end.
🔪 DOTTORE — Exhibit A
“You brought this on yourself, you know.”
The words hum down the long, sterile hallway, lazy, almost affectionate.
As if he’s scolding a pet who keeps making the same mistake.
You’re running as fast as your legs will carry you, feet slapping hard against the cold tile while your lungs burn and your heart hammers so violently you can hear it thundering in your ears.
Sweat pours down your spine, and your thighs feel way too slick, way too hot, and none of it makes any sense because you’re running for your life.
You’re sure you’re going to die, so why the fuck is your pussy throbbing and dripping down your own legs like this?
Your mind is spinning so fast it hurts.
You’d only come back to Snezhnaya because your ex said he needed to talk, and then you heard the screaming and the wet, horrible sounds, and then nothing at all.
Of course, you didn’t witness what happened, but you’re starting to piece together what unfolded now with every heavy footstep echoing behind you.
He killed him.
He actually killed your boyfriend, then he injected you with something, and now he’s hunting you through his own lab, part of whatever sick experiment he’s running, wanting you terrified and soaking wet at the same time.
Your head is pounding, your skin feels clammy and burning hot all at once, your heart is beating so fast it’s making you dizzy.
Yet still your cunt keeps clenching around nothing, dripping down your thighs with every desperate step.
The ache between your legs is getting worse.
Throbbing hot and embarrassing, how are you running for your life, and your pussy is acting like this is foreplay?
“Do I really have to do this to teach you a lesson each time?” Dottore chuckled, his humming getting louder, his steps steady. “Running only makes the poison work faster, love~.”
His voice is so much closer now, curling up your spine, breathing down your neck, and you don’t dare look back.
You just keep running, gasping, crying, thighs trembling and slippery while that awful heat keeps spreading through your body, and you're so sure that whatever he gave you isn’t poison at all.
And then it hits.
It crashes through your veins like liquid fire, so sudden and violent that your legs give out instantly. You fall hard, knees slamming into the cold tile as a broken sob rips from your throat.
A puddle of slick immediately spreads beneath you, warm and humiliating, because you’re gushing so much it’s pooling on the floor.
Fuck
Your cunt won’t stop spasming, clenching, and fluttering around nothing while wave after wave of pure, pent-up arousal drowns you.
All you feel is white-hot need flooding every inch of you, so violent it rips a broken moan straight from your throat.
Attempting to get up, but you only twitch and writhe your limbs, feeling like static jello.
You look like you’re in the throes of a fever — flushed all the way down to the roots of your sweat-drenched hair, eyes slightly glazed and unfocused, lips parted as you pant like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Treachorous pussy won’t stop twitching against its will. Fresh slick gushes out of you in waves, so much that you can hear the wet sound of it dripping.
You can’t think...you can’t even remember why you were running.
All you know is that you’re burning, aching, dripping, and the man who just killed your boyfriend is standing right behind you.
“There we go…” he purrs, slow footsteps finally stopping beside you. “That’s what I wanted to see. Fascinating.”
His red eyes pierced through your trembling form like twin scalpels, cutting straight through whatever was left of your dignity.
You’re on the floor in a puddle of your own slick, thighs shaking violently, chest heaving as another wave of that cursed heat slams into you.
Shame burns hotter than the aphrodisiac.
Shame on you.
Shame on you for even considering giving him another chance.
That stupid letter he sent you had sounded so sweet, so almost-human.
You’d actually let yourself believe he might’ve changed.
What a fuckin' joke.
You left him for a reason.
No matter how tenderly he touched you, you could never tell if he was holding you because he missed you or because he was quietly counting your pulse for some new “stress test.”
Every damn time he looked at you, it felt like he was staring at a particularly interesting petri dish.
Those segments gave you the worst hive-mind uncanny valley feeling, like you were dating twenty versions of the same man who all saw you as data.
You were so fucking sure that Dottore didn’t actually love you.
That you were just his favorite little experiment.
And yet here you are.
Dripping all over his floor. Whimpering like a bitch in heat while he stands over you, looking as smug as always.
“Pathetic,” voice low and clinical, but there’s something darker threaded underneath it.
He crouches slowly beside you, gloved fingers tilting your chin up so you’re forced to meet those crimson eyes. “Look at you. Running from me only to end up like this.”
You try to snarl at him, but it comes out as a broken moan instead.
Hips twitch uselessly against the cold tile, cunt clenching hard around nothing as another gush of slick leaks out of you. The shame is suffocating.
“I left you-” you gasp, voice cracking, “-because you don’t even love me. You look at me like I’m just another specimen. Those Segments… It’s like dating twenty of you, and none of them actually want me; they just want the data-”
Your words cut off into a sharp cry as he drags two fingers through your soaked folds, spreading you open without warning.
“Such a dramatic little thing,” Dottore coos, mocking. “All that fire with your pussy drooling all over my fingers the second I touch it. You really think I don’t love you?”
He laughs softly, dark and cruel. “If I didn’t, would I have gone through the trouble of killing that worthless fling of yours? Would I have spent weeks perfecting this particular strain of aphrodisiac simply so I could watch you fall apart so beautifully?”
Your ex smiled eerily and slowly took off his glove. “Did you have your fun? Did you get it all out?--” He pressed two thick fingers inside you without mercy, curling them viciously against that spot that makes your vision spark white. “-It’s time to come back to me.”
You sob, hips jerking, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. “Zandik- hah- please”
“Please, what?” Twisting his fingers deeper, thumb circling your swollen clit with slow, teasing strokes. “Use your words, darling. You were so eloquent a moment ago about how I don’t love you. Tell me exactly what you need from the man who supposedly feels nothing for you.”
Your pride is crumbling fast.
The heat is unbearable now, every inch of you burning, pulsing, begging. You’re so pent up it hurts.
“I— I can’t— fuck— Zandik, please, I need—”
He pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You whine pathetically at the loss, hips chasing his hand like a desperate whore.
“Beg properly,” he says coldly, eyes glittering with wicked delight. “Beg the man you claim doesn’t love you to fuck the need out of your pitiful, dripping cunt. Or perhaps I should just leave you here like this?... Let you writhe on the floor until the aphrodisiac drives you truly insane? Hm?~”
Damn him
You break. Tears streaming, voice shaking, pussy throbbing so hard it’s painful, you sob out the words he wants to hear.
“Please… please, Zandik, I need your cock— I need you to fuck me, please— I can’t take it anymore—”
Dottore's mouth curls, slow and terrifyingly satisfied. “Good girl.”
Two thick fingers push back inside you without warning, curling viciously against that spot that makes sparks explode behind your eyes.
You sob, hips jerking hard as another gush of slick floods out around his hand, pooling on the cold tile beneath you.
The pleasure is too much. Too fast. Your cunt keeps spasming and fluttering uselessly, greedy and desperate even as shame burns through you.
You try to close your legs. Try to bite back the whimpers.
Smack!
It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Dottore’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt.
Right above your ravaged clit. “Ngh- Z-Zandik!”
“Z-Zandik!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. “Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, whore?”
He grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more, more, more-
“How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?”
You fixed your quivering lips to say anything, but he did something unexpected-
He leans in and kisses you like he actually missed you.
Soft at first. Almost sweet.
His moves against yours with surprising tenderness while two thick fingers sink back into your dripping cunt, curling lovingly against that spot that makes your brain melt.
“I love you,” he whispers between kisses, his voice low and warm against your lips. “I’ve always loved you. Do you have any idea how much effort I’ve invested in you?”
At the same time, his fingers pinch your swollen clit hard, rolling the poor bud between his thumb and forefinger with mean, precise pressure.
You jolt and whimper into Dottore's mouth. “Mmnph!- no, you-”
He just kisses you deeper, swallowing every sound, murmuring sweet filth against your tongue.
“My perfect little whore,” he coos lovingly, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your tear-stained cheek, the corner of your eye. “Look at you. Such a pathetic, dripping mess on my floor. Crying and gushing like you were made for this.”
Another deep, affectionate kiss as he pinches your clit even harder, tugging on it while his fingers fuck into you with wet, filthy sounds.
“I love you so much,” he breathes tenderly, like it’s the most romantic thing in the world. “I’ve discarded less valuable things for far smaller reasons.”
You’re shaking, overwhelmed and confused at the constant contrast between his soft kisses, gentle confessions, and the ruthless way he’s abusing your clit is driving you insane.
He kisses you again — slow, deep, devoted — right as he gives your clit one last vicious pinch.
That’s what breaks you.
Your orgasm hits like lightning. You scream into his mouth as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, gushing everywhere in messy, humiliating waves.
Dottore keeps kissing you through it. Sweet. Loving. Like he’s proud of you.
Only when your body finally goes limp does he pull back, red eyes glowing with satisfaction.
Then his smile turns sharper.
“That aphrodisiac I gave you?” he says calmly, still stroking your hair like a lover. “It was always a hybrid. The paralyzing agent activates right after orgasm.”
You try to move your legs.
Nothing.
From the waist down… you’re completely paralyzed.
“Fascinating…” Zandik leans down and presses one last gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and affectionate.
“You won’t need legs anymore, darling. I’ll take care of you from now on.”
🔪 RERIR — Fuck Your New Guy
He’s going to kill him. Right now.
That’s what the eye contact is for. You understand that now, tied to the headboard, gag wet from crying, that the man you’ve been seeing for three months is going to die in front of you.
Watching Rerir’s hand coil around your man’s throat, slowly wanting you to see all of it.
Your fling is begging. Grabbing at his wrist with both hands, saying things — please and wait and something pathetic about not even knowing you that well — and your true lover doesn’t even flinch.
Pink eyes bore holes through you, and somehow, you knew exactly what they were silently communicating at this moment.
You ran, his eyes say.
Across a continent, across a whole ass ocean. Inazuma. You made it to Inazuma and stood in your new home, and almost convinced yourself it was over.
His grip tightens slow n’ deliberate…You feel it in your stomach even from across the room, this horrible, telegraphed knowing, and you’re pulling at the rope again without deciding to, wrists burning, throat working around nothing-
CRACK!
The sound was loud. Wrong in a way that lives in your body now, permanent, a sound you will never un-hear for the rest of your life.
You closed your eyes tight as if that would make this go away. Flinching when you heard the deep thud of your ex's body dropping to the floor.
Still not opening your eyes. Just squeezed them shut harder, biting your lip behind the gag so the sob stays where it is.
How did this happen?
Why you?
Why not some other girl - there’s no way he’s this obsessed, right?!
It’s ok, it’s all a dream once you open your eyes; this’ll all be some sick nightmare that you can laugh about—
He’s right in front of you.
“EEP!-” You jerked back hard, skull connecting with the headboard, stars exploding across your vision.
Rerir’s hand shoots out, gripping your face hard. Cheeks squishing between his long, sharp claws, blood forming at the ends of his talons, forcing your teary eyes to meet his.
When he tore the gag off, you didn’t even breathe first. "I'm sorry!-"
Already. Before you can even think.
"I'm so sorry, okay, I know I left, but I just needed — it wasn't about you; he didn't even mean anything, I swear, I wasn't thinking. Please, I'll fix it, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't-"
Rerir stares at you, eyes narrowed in genuine confusion.
He killed for you. Crossed an ocean for you. And here you are looking at him like he’s something you have to survive.
It should bother him.
…it doesn’t.
He tunes most of it out.
The rambling.
The apologies.
The way your voice keeps cracking.
He just watches your face, searching for the girl who used to call him "Riri".
“—I can make it up to you.”
Oh
There she is.
“Make it up to me.” He drawls, repeating.
You gulp but nod frantically. “Yes. Anything! I swear! I’ll do anything.”
His eyes drop for a second, then back up to yours. “Even that?”
You know exactly what he means.
The thing you always shied away from, always found some excuse for — you’re too big, we can’t, I can’t— and he was patient.
He was.
But patience has a limit, and you just handed him an open invitation.
His giant cock visibly throbs in his pants, a wet spot spreading from the tip as he leans in close, long sharp claws trailing down your stomach.
Rerir brings two blood-stained fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow drag of his tongue, pink eyes never leaving yours.
“You said I was too big.” His voice drops low. Husky. “Said you couldn’t take it.”
Clawed hand sliding lower until he’s cupping your soaked cunt possessively. “And now you’re tied to the bed, telling me you’ll do anything.”
“Ok wait- Rerir— I didn’t mean—”
“Fuckkk, I need ya.” He crashes his mouth into yours like a starving animal.
He doesn’t give you time to breathe.
One clawed hand tilts your head aside while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His mouth attacks your neck — licking, sucking, biting marks into every inch the other man never touched.
“I need ya so badly,” he groans against your skin, “Been dreaming about this tight little virgin pussy the entire time I crossed that fucking ocean for you.”
You whimper as he frees his cock.
It’s monstrous.
Thick, veined, heavy enough that it slaps against your stomach with a wet thwack. The tip is already drooling thick ropes of precum.
“Rerir it’s— it’s way too big— I can’t— we shouldn’t—”
“Fuck no.”
He cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, notching that fat cockhead right against your entrance. Pink eyes gleaming with something feral.
He pushes forward with just a tip. The bigggg stretch is immediate, stinging, and impossible.
Your back arches clean off the bed, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
“You got very far. Fuck, I’ll give you that.”
He’s panting against your ear, claws digging into your thighs as he forces you open wider. “Tied up. Begging to make it up to me. This pussy’s already creamin’ all over me, and I’m barely inside.”
SCHLCK!
Another thick inch sinks in. Your walls flutter desperately around the invasion, trying and failing to adjust. “Rerir!!— ngh!—”
Rerir’s claws dig harder into your thighs as he forces another thick inch inside you.
Your pussy has never taken anything close to his size before, and it’s fighting him, walls clamping down so tight it almost hurts him too.
“NGGH-” A broken whine rips from your throat. “-IT HURTS!” Your back bows clean off the bed.
“Just relax,” he hisses against your neck, “Hah, you’re already this tight?”
He rolls his hips again.
Slow and greedy.
Another inch sinks in. The fat head of his cock pushes so deep that the bulge in your stomach becomes obvious, moving with every shallow breath you take.
You’re crying now. Legs shaking uselessly in the air while the ropes bite into your wrists.
“I can’t— I’ve never—”
“You will.”
Your pussy flutters desperately around the invasion, creaming and dripping down his length even as you sob. Rerir groans. Low. Filthy. His claws flex on your hips, yanking you down to meet the next heavy push.
“This is what you owe me.”
He starts fucking you for real then — long, sloooooppy strokes that drag every veined inch through your walls, forcing them to stretch around him whether they want to or not.
The first real thrust tears a sharp sting through you.
Blood.
A thin trail of red mixes with your slick, smearing down his thick cock as he forces your virgin cunt open for the first time.
The sight makes Rerir shudder so hard you feel it in your bones.
“Fuck…” he groans, voice cracking with something close to reverence. “First time.”
Each pull back has your cunt clinging to him desperately, gushing and creaming down his length like it’s trying to keep him inside.
Every brutal push forward forces another wet schlck out of you, the obscene sound mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood in the air.
You can’t think.
Can’t even speak.
Just broken little cries and whimpers every time that fat, roverin’ reddened cockhead plunges between your pussylips and hits dead-set on the back of your cunt — splattering slick, cum, and blood upwards.
Bandaged torso presses flush against you, chest heaving as he drinks in every twitch, every sob, every tear.
“C-can’t wait til ya cum f’me, my girl. First time taking all of me — I want to feel it.”
He leans down, forehead pressed to yours, fangs grazing your lip as he feels your body start to seize again.
He drags his swollen cock all the way back until only the fat tip is teasing your puffy folds, letting you feel every single throb… then slams back in with a wet SCHLORP, bottoming out so deep the bulge in your stomach is obscene.
You bit your lip so hard it bled, tears falling freely from your eyes.
Laughing low and mean, another thrust, even harder, mercilessly bashing in the top of your cervix, so smooth and slick you were - your sure his rude tip has formed a bruise there.
“Who the fuck leaves a cock this big for some pathetic little fling?” he taunts, voice dripping smug cruelty. “Do you have any idea how many sluts would kill to get split open on something this thick? And you ran far n’ wide just to let some tiny-dicked nobody be your first?”
He punctuates it with a particularly brutal ram that made your cunt gush out more fluids.
Your only coherent thought, floating somewhere above the pain and mind-melting pleasure, is:
He’s really talking shit about my ex… right now? While he’s literally taking my virginity?
Rerir seems to read it on your face, grinning genuinely for the first time in the night.
“What? Were you actually gonna let that loser pop ya cherry?-” He laughs darkly, hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. “-Cute. Stupid. But don’t worry, baby… I ngh, made the decision for you.”
His hands angled your hips to hit right in that spongy spot inside you, pain and pleasure blurred together as you hiccup and gasp.
“F-FFUCK! RIRI!”
The nickname slips out before you can stop it… Moaning mindlessly, too cockdrunk to realize what you had said, wrists burning from your frantic moving around.
Rerir goes completely still for half a second.
Then something in his face does something complicated — jaw tight, pink eyes flickering, like you just reached into his chest and squeezed.
His next thrust comes slower.
Deeper n’ more deliberate.
"T-that’s it." Rough. Barely above a whisper. “Let go f’me.”
Toes curling until it hurts — you cum so hard your vision whites out, mouth in a wide 'o' shape.
Rerir's grinding down your g-spot perfectly, making you go numb with the pleasure of him poking that tight orifice — right before you're bursting into your very first orgasm.
He doesn’t pull away even when you’re sobbing from the overstimulation.
Just keeps grinding that fat cockhead against your cervix like he’s never letting you go again.
Silky ropes of cum pour deep into the back of your pussy — thick, goopy, and endless.
Splashing around every time he fucks his groin inside, collecting right where he keeps pressing like a button he has no intention of releasing.
Being fucked through peak after peak.
Thrust after thrust all targeting that same ruined spot.
When you finally come down, those same pink predatory eyes are staring into your star-struck ones.
And you know with terrifying clarity, that he’s not chasing you a second time.
🔪 VARKA — “Too Much?”
I’m so mature.
Varka keeps telling himself that, knuckles white around the rag as he wrings it out over the bucket.
Pink. Then red. Then clear again.
Methodical. Steady. Same hands that carved through warzones without flinching. Same hands that just turned her little side-piece into red paste across the cabin walls.
Heh. Mature.
The rag rips clean down the middle.
He stares at the torn halves for half a second, lips twitching. Tosses them aside and grabs a fresh one.
I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so fucking mature.
Three weeks of that bullshit looping in his skull.
Ever since Kaeya dropped it so casually — she’s seeing someone now. Varka had just nodded, smiled, and gritted out through clenched teeth, ‘Good for her,’ with the straightest face in all of Mondstadt.
Then went home and split a training dummy clean in half.
Now the cabin reeks of iron.
Blood on the walls, floorboards, and blood drying in his blond hair and streaked across his scars.
And he’s still cleaning...calm as you please.
Because he’s the Grand Master, he doesn’t get jealous.
He's mature.
Footsteps hit the porch — right on time, like clockwork.
That familiar little rhythm that used to make his chest warm. Now it makes his cock twitch against his thigh like a goddamn animal.
Wringing the new rag, slower now. Blood drips plip… plip… plip into the bucket while his blue eyes flick toward the door.
Frozen in the doorway. Eyes wide. Pretty little mouth falling open at the massacre he made of her ex.
3...2…1
“VARKA WHAT THE HELL!”
Flashing her that same easy, sheepish grin he always gives when he comes home late from a mission.
“Princess-” he drawls “-it’s not what it looks like.”
You’re frozen in the doorway.
The entire cabin is covered in blood. It’s everywhere — walls, floor, even the ceiling.
The smell is so thick it makes your throat close up.
And there’s Varka.
On his knees in the middle of it all. Blond hair matted with red. Scars stood out sharply against all the blood. Blue eyes looking up at you with that same easy, friendly expression he always wears.
He’s casually wiping down his claymore with a rag like he’s cleaning dirt off it after training.
Your man... or what’s left of him is lying in a heap a few feet away.
He gives you a bashful little smile. “Alright, okay, I know how this looks,” his voice warm and almost playful as he wrings the bloody rag out between his huge hands.
“Things got a little out of hand. I really did try to talk to him first, doll. Swear on my honor. But the guy just wouldn’t listen. Kept going on and on about how he was in love with you and wouldn't leave you…” He lets out a low chuckle, scratching the back of his neck like he’s embarrassed.
“I just didn’t like how obsessed he was getting with you. So… I handled it.”
Why and how the fuck is he so nochalant? Well, of course, violence wasn't new for him since he is the grandmaster...but this was insane!
This psycho literally killed your boyfriend, and for what?!-
Your eyes darted from him to the mangled corpse a few feet away then back at Varka, him catching your stare and chuckling at your expression.
That was until your knees started to buckle, and the world began to blur as the familiar feelings of danger banged in your head.
This is exactly why you left him.
The man can stand in a room full of someone else’s blood and talk to you like he just spilled juice on the carpet.
You thought if you left, he would've gotten better- you were so wrong.
You stumbled a bit, the faint deja vu of stress reeling in.
Varka notices immediately. His blue eyes widen. “Ah, doll—wait, don’t!—”
Your vision goes black before you even hit the floor.
.
.
🔪
SCHLCK! SCHLORP! SCHLCK!
He’s got you folded in half before you even wake up.
Strong forearms hooked all tight n’ draaaaagging them upwards- the moment your pussy’s smeared all open, it’s letting out the most lecherous squelch!
Your back plastered to his sweat-slick chest, pussy spread obscenely wide and already drooling all over his thick cock.
The moment he spears back in — SCHLCK! — your eyes snap open on a broken wail.
“NGHH… FUH—?!”
Varka groans low against your ear, chin digging into the crook of your neck so he can watch the way your poor cunt stretches around him.
Every brutal upward thrust makes your tits bounce, makes more of that gooey white cum he already pumped into you earlier splatter out in messy little bursts.
“Fuuuull fuckin’ Nelson,” he pants, hoarse and delighted. “There she is. There’s my good girl.”
He rocks you on his cock like you weigh nothing.
Huge hands locked behind your head, forcing you to look down at the obscene sight your puffy folds split wide, his fat, veiny length disappearing into you over and over, creamy ring of cum and slick coating his base.
Your walls flutter desperately around his girth, clenching, milking, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at once.
Legs tremble uselessly in the air. You can’t kick or twist. Can’t do anything but take it.
“V-Varka— what?—are you AH! doing?!!”
He chuckles warmly and unhinged. Another mean thrust, cockhead bullying straight into your cervix.
“You passed out on me, princess. Looked so fuckin’ distressed. Figured this woulda helped wake n’ cheer ya up.”
SCHLORP!
Your cunt squelches obscenely with every slam. Slick sprays. His balls slap wet against your ass.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He’s huffing against your temple now, hips never slowing.
You sputtered, “FUH- hah! please- this is- ngh- too much!”
“Too much?” His forearms flex harder beneath your knees, yanking you down another inch so his cock grinds mean against your cervix. “Princess, I just redecorated the whole damn cabin for ya and yer tellin’ me this is too much?”
You sob again, voice hoarse, head lolling against his sweat-slick shoulder, trying to calm him down like you used to do before.
“Y-You killed him- we can’t just! fuck— okay, o-okay, slow down, talk to me— we can fix t-this!—”
The word “fix” makes something in him snap clean in half.
He groans way more animalistic than before.
Teeth sinking into the side of your neck as he grinds his cock in deep, swollen tip kissing your cervix over and over like he’s trying to knock it open.
“Fix?” His voice is hoarse now. Shaky. That warm Grand Master tone is completely gone. “There’s nothing to fix. Yer mine, always have been. That pathetic fuck thought he could have ya, and I handled it.”
“I’m bein’ so mature about this,” Varka grits out, teeth clenched so hard you hear them click.
One brutal thrust punches the air out of you.
“So fuckin’ mature. Could’ve killed ya too the second you ran off with that nobody. Could’ve snapped yer pretty neck and kept ya here forever.”
That made you whimper, realizing he still could do it with the way he gripped your head.
His hips are pistoning harder, cock buried deep in your stomach battering it over, and over and over-
“But I didn’t. I was good. I waited. I cleaned up my mess like a big boy and now yer cryin’ and beggin’ me to slow down?”
Every word gets more feral.
Every time you try to talk Varka down, he fucks you harder, like he’s punishing you for even suggesting he’s out of control.
You whimper, tears spilling hot down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry— please just talk to me; we don’t have to—”
He cuts you off with a broken moan that sounds halfway between a laugh and a sob.
“Talk?” The word comes out shaky n’ unstable. “Ya really want me to talk while this pussy’s squeezin’ me so good? While you’re still drippin’ down my balls after I killed for you?”
His thrusts turn punishing. Short, deep, cervix-kissing jabs that make your vision spark white.
“I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so— fuckin’ mature—”
The mantra is falling apart. His voice is cracking. That easy smile you loved is gone, replaced by something wild and teeth-bared and terrifyingly fond.
You try one last time, voice small and trembling between moans.
“Ok look Varka… you’re scaring me—”
He buries his face in your neck, blond hair tickling your skin, and you feel his lips pull into a grin against your pulse.
“Good.”
Because he is scaring you.
And that fact alone has his cock throbbing so hard inside you it hurts.
You left him weeks ago.
Packed a bag in the middle of the night while he was out on some Grand Master bullshit.
Left nothing but a note that said you couldn’t do it anymore; the hovering, overprotectiveness, it all felt suffocating.
You ran.
He let you.
Told himself he was being mature. That if you needed space, he’d give it.
That the Grand Master of Mondstadt doesn’t chase. Doesn’t obsess. Doesn’t break.
Cause’ he’s handling it well!
Now here you are.
Folded in half in his arms like a fucking rag doll. Pussy gushing and fluttering and creaming all over the cock that just painted your ex across every surface of this cabin.
And you’re still trying to talk him down.
“You left me a note, princess. A fucking note. While I was out keeping Mondstadt safe. And the whole time I was tellin’ myself I was bein’ so goddamn mature.”
He shifted justttt enough to look at your face — eyes wild, pupils blown wide with obsession.
“Look at me. Being reasonable.”
His next thrust is so deep you completely went limp. "OHHH SHIT!-" Your eyes crossed, mouth slack.
SCHLORP—!
Thick ropes of fresh cum flood your insides without warning.
Hot. Endless. He doesn’t stop moving.
Just keeps grinding through his orgasm, fucking every last drop deeper while your own high crashes into you like a freight train.
You sob his name, orgasm crashing through, thighs violently shaking in the air.
Cunt clenching and gushing around him as he fills you past the point of overflowing, dripping down his cock to his balls.
Varka just holds you there. Folded. Full. His.
Pressing a slow, almost tender kiss to your tear-streaked cheek, blood from his face smearing against your skin.
“So glad I didn’t hafta kill ya princess,” he nuzzles into your neck chuckling lowly.
Soo... yeaahhh. Valko headcanons. Somehow it's three pages long. I think I blacked out somewhere in the middle.
Also first time ever writing headcanons.
Valko, who caught your scent when you decided to quickly ran to a nearest store to satisfy your late night craving of something sweet. You remember the full moon being especially bright that night, when you walked back to your home with a huge amount of various sweets in your hands, completely oblivious to a wolf following you from the roofs.
Valko, who started a full-blown internet investigation on you the second the effects of a full moon disappeared. He was very annoyed by a surprisingly small amount of information about you. Your main social media page looked like you update it once in a blue moon (haha). Your second page under a fake name revealed a bit more about your interests, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Valko, who spent several days brainstorming ways to "accidentally" bump into you and somehow came up completely blank. Seriously, why do you spend so much time at home? Why can't you go for a walk? Visit a cafe? Wander aimlessly through a bookstore? Give him something to work with.
Valko, who monitored your online activity with the patience of a wolf stalking its prey and nearly jumped out of his chair when you signed up for a Twilight marathon at a local movie theater. He immediately canceled two meetings, moved another three, delegated an entire afternoon of work, and somehow convinced everyone it was a matter of national importance.
Valko, who claimed the seat right next to you and tried very, very hard to focus on the first movie, but your scent is distracting enough to make concentration impossible. Who would have thought he would end up sympathizing with a fictional vampire by the end of the night, suddenly understanding the struggle on a deeply personal level.
Valko, who noticed how shy and introverted you were, but also how your entire face lit up whenever someone genuinely asked about your interests. He immediately weaponized this knowledge by peppering you with question after question during the break, listening to every word as though each answer was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.
Valko, who became deeply offended during the second film when you quietly fangirl over Jacob. He starts nitpicking every scene Jacob appears in, pointing out more and more ways a real werewolf would not behave like that. His criticism became increasingly specific, suspiciously passionate, and oddly informed
Valko, who had to fight cuteness aggression when after his long ramble about how werewolves are portrayed all wrong in media, you tilted your head at him with your big eyes and completely dismantled his argument with a soft “But he has fluffy ears.” He had to look away for a second.
Valko, who silently wondered if you would react the same to his ears.
Valko, who offered to walk you home because it is dark and you should not be alone. And definitely not because he wanted just a little more time with you. Absolutely not.
Valko, who mentally applauded you when you stopped outside an apartment complex he knew wasn't yours. A safety precaution. Smart. Very smart. He simply smiled, wished you goodnight, and walked away without a second glance so you wouldn't have to awkwardly pretend to search for your keys while waiting for him to leave.
Valko, who immediately climbed onto the nearest rooftop the moment he rounded the corner and followed you from above anyway, making sure you safely got home.
Valko, who spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if his ears are fluffier than Jacob’s.
Valko, who became the target of endless family jokes after his cousin caught him examining himself in the mirror and heard him absentmindedly mumble "Are they fluffy enough?" No amount of threatening stares could erase that moment from family history
Valko, who continued monitoring your online activity and just so happened to start appearing at places you frequented until exchanging phone numbers with him felt completely natural. You didn't need to know he'd already memorized your number weeks ago and had to actively resist texting you first.
Valko, who started to bombard you with texts, because he needs to share every single second of his day with you.
Valko, who quickly learned all your favorite games and spent all his free time (And sometimes even his work time. Chairman priveleges.) to play them and learn everything about them.
Valko, who intentionally got obscure lore details wrong just to watch you burst out of your shell and passionately explain exactly why he's incorrect. He just wanted to hear you talk.
Valko, who spent days making mods for your favorite game, adding features you absolutely needed, fixing bugs that had been plaguing the game for a decade now, and then sending the developers an absurdly detailed bug report with screenshots, steps to recreate the bug, three different solutions, two follow-up notes and a passive-aggressive little “hope this helps.”
Valko, who discovered that your apartment building allows pets and spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering whether turning into a giant wolf and pretending to be a stray would increase his chances of receiving head pats.
Valko, who accidentally developed an entire internal ranking system for your smiles. Tiny smile? Good. Laugh? Excellent. Snort-laugh? Achievement unlocked. Full-body wheezing because of one of his dumb jokes? He'll be riding that high for the next month.
Valko, who somehow always knows when you've had a bad day before you even say anything. You assume he's incredibly emotionally perceptive. In reality, stress literally changes your scent.
Valko, who had to exercise an inhuman level of restraint the first time he stepped into your apartment to stop himself from openly sniffing everything. Every blanket, every pillow, a hoodie draped over a chair... they all smelled like you. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bury his face in your couch cushions.
Valko, who suddenly got very cold and used the blanket on your couch “to keep warm.” In reality it was the perfect excuse to wrap himself in your scent and pretend that was completely normal behavior.
Valko, who preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor by your legs, claiming it was more comfortable whenever you tried to usher him onto the couch with you.
Valko, who somehow always ended up leaning against your legs while sitting on the floor. He didn't even realize he was doing it until you casually rested your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while standing up.
Valko, who began dragging you out of your apartment at every possible opportunity, claiming you needed sunlight.
Valko, who, despite his golden retriever energy, somehow always found the quietest café or the most secluded bookstore whenever your social battery started running low. He could somehow tell before even you realized you were getting overwhelmed.
Valko, who stood just behind your shoulder whenever strangers bothered you on the street, silently staring without blinking. If they still refused to take the hint, the corners of his lips would slowly curl upward just enough to reveal his canines, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible growl that somehow made people suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.
Valko, who nearly short-circuited the first time you absentmindedly called him "good boy" after he fixed your computer. He froze. Completely. You blinked at him in confusion while he desperately fought every instinct telling him to wag something he definitely did not have in human form.
Valko, who reacted to the sound of a snack bag opening like it was a dinner bell. No matter where he was, he would appear instantly.
Valko, who was suddenly very grateful for your chaotic sleep schedule because it meant he could spend almost the entire night playing games with you, watching movies, or simply existing in comfortable silence while you both ignored the fact that it was somehow four in the morning.
Valko, who challenged you to games over the last chocolate milk in your fridge every single time, but still shared it with you no matter the outcome.
Valko, who completely short-circuited during one of your movie nights when you absentmindedly started playing with his hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut before snapping back open as every instinct screamed at him to shift and flop into your lap. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting unnaturally still.
Valko, who became irrationally competitive with every dog you stopped to pet during walks. "He's cute." "He's drooling." "He's a bulldog, Valko." "Exactly."
Valko, who instinctively positioned himself between you and every large dog that barked at you. Most of them stopped barking the moment they looked at him. Their owners found it very strange.
Valko, who knew the exact moment you realized you liked him, even if you were too shy to say it out loud.
Valko, who became increasingly affectionate afterward, always finding little excuses to bump shoulders with you, sit a bit closer or casually drape an arm over your shoulders.
Valko, who would occasionally stare blankly at a wall for several minutes. If questioned, he would insist he was thinking about work. In reality, he was trying to figure out how exactly one tells the person they like, "By the way, I'm a werewolf."
Valko, who took you for a hike in the forest to clear his mind in a more familiar and comforting surroundings.
Valko, who did not expect a pack of wolves to suddenly cross your path and completely ignore his warning stare, instead snarling at both of you.
Valko, who heard your frightened yelp and lost all reason. His ears and tail appeared and he loudly growled, staring at the wolves, until they backed down and retreated.
Valko, who caught a hint of satisfaction from the wolves before they disappeared. Were they trying to help him?
Valko, whose heart stopped, when he realized that his secret was out.
Valko, who slowly turned to you with slumped shoulders, a tail hanging lifelessly behind him, and ears flattened against his head. He plopped onto the ground in a futile attempt to make himself smaller.
Valko, whose eyes kept darting between you and the ground, looking like a kicked puppy. You were sure you could even hear a quiet whine from him.
Valko, who forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, when you carefully traced his ears with your fingertips before giggling and scratching at the base of his ear just right.
Valko, whose entire worldview shifted the moment he realized your immediate response to discovering he was a werewolf wasn't fear. It was “You're so fluffy.” He was going to marry you. Immediately.
Valko, who from that day forward, was no longer trying to hide his wolfish tendencies at all, because apparently you thought they were adorable and he had no self-control whatsoever.
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yeah but thats not the problem the problem is that this company is notorious for their terrible game dev problems and now this has blown up to something beyond what they can fathom fixing in their quest of getting money
yeah but thats not the problem the problem is that this company is notorious for their terrible game dev problems and now this has blown up to something beyond what they can fathom fixing in their quest of getting money
Summary: You're a dancer in the N109 Zone, he's Akso's Chief Cardiac Surgeon - and he's determined to rescue you, even if you never wanted saving in the first place.
Tags: ZaynexNonMC!Reader, Yandere!Zayne,
Note: This is my first time writing for a nonmc fic. This is my first time writing a Yandere fic! This was supposed to be a oneshot - buuuuut....it's looking like it's at least 2 parts. I hope you all enjoy!
TW: Stalking, Kidnapping, the usual Yandere stuff....
You knew she wasn't from the N109 Zone the first time you laid eyes on her. She was too bright, too shiny. The fog of the N109 Zone stuck to everything and everyone who stayed too long. And this girl? She practically fucking glowed compared to the average denizen of the zone. You didn't say anything of course. Keeping your head down was part of how you'd stayed alive this long.
You weren't sure if you'd ever been that bright. Maybe somewhere in the past, many years ago. Long before the gloam of this place had time to stain your skin.
You'd seen her in the club a few times now. She always appeared on the arm of the leader of Onychinus. As if she didn't attract enough attention as it was. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to relish it. The way his red eyes flashed as he appraised the room, noting just how many people admired her. At the same time, that gaze was clearly a warning, a claim. Mine.
Maybe that was why you'd noticed the minute she crossed the threshold that evening. He wasn't there. Instead she had an equally shiny man at her side. Although, at least he made some attempt to blend in. His clothing was dark, his gaze downcast. Nonetheless, something about his posture, his bearing in the room, was off. He didn't move with shame or fear. Instead, he walked with calm authority. Slipping through the crowd with a confidence that didn't belong.
You couldn't look away.
He slid his coat off, and loosened his tie. One arm guiding the laughing shiny girl to a table. Protective, authoritative, almost fatherly. You had to fight not to stare any longer.
The girl, she laughed, she smiled, she was more animated than you'd ever seen her. She was, nervous? Yes, anxiety radiated off of her. You became more certain the longer you watched.
You'd watched many a soap opera play out from your stage. Spinning around in your sequins and nothing more, you had the perfect vantage point. They were either watching you, or engrossed in their own drama. No one noticed that while you put on a show, they were putting on a show for you.
The music continued to pulse softly around you. Muscle memory keeping your hips rotating in time to the beat. You couldn't help but notice that this new character wasn't watching the stage. He only looked at her. If his gaze slipped your way, he was looking determinedly past you, before returning his attention to the table or the girl.
You felt the heat of envy somewhere in the pit of your stomach. The way he gazed at her. His eyes were hazel-green, even at this distance. You couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to have them look at you.
Eventually her usual companion, the silver haired man, had appeared. The three of them had settled with drinks. He didn't partake from his. You had watched their introductions from the wings of the stage in-between dances. Her nerves had slowly dissipated, but the two men had stared at one another with something that you couldn't name.
Your attention was stolen by a commotion by the bar. The tall silver haired Onychinus boss had appeared. He'd pinned a shadowy figure to the wall. No one else in the club reacted. Just another Friday night in the N109 Zone.
It was your turn again. You stepped back onstage. You kept dancing.
If someone had asked you what happened next, you weren't sure you could give them an accurate answer.
Someone had thrown something. The sound of breaking glass a music all its own. Then red smoke had bloomed thick and angry across the room. Voices had raised, the sound of anger and fear a familiar soundtrack.
Until the air seemed to shiver. A wanderer coalescing near the front of the room. A sickening shift in the air and light filling the now blurry room. Someone screamed.
And then you'd felt it. A searing pain that tore from your shoulder and across your chest, accompanied by a strange warmth. A red more vibrant than you'd imagined it would be that poured over your breast. Stumbling backwards, you'd lost your balance. Your feet sliding out from under you, the floor rising to meet you with alarming speed.
Until your head cracked against the floor. Some distant part of you was surprised by how loud it was. The crack of your skull against the dance floor.
And then he was there. His eyes as beautiful as you had imagined as the world began to swim.
"Stay with me." His voice was calm, a contrast against the panic of the room.
"Didn't plan on going anywhere." You hear your own voice, although it feels out of sync with your lips. He smiles wryly in response to your sardonic response, one hand cradling your head, the other gingerly lowering the sparkling strap on your shoulder, now stained with blood.
"I'm a doctor -" You snort, and cut him off.
"If I had a dollar for every time I'd heard that one." You feel your hand meet his, and surprised to feel just how sticky and wet your own blood is. You hear gunfire, but he doesn't flinch.
He gently moves your hand, concern flickering across his face. Despite the pain, the chaos, you can't help but find yourself fixated on the man above you.
The pain is what pulls you back to reality.
You fight it while you can, knowing that it's preferable to stay in the haze of darkness. But there is only so much you can do as the tether of your consciousness inevitably pulls you back to earth.
You're in a room, far too white. Far too bright. You squint and try to sit up, only to be rewarded by the pain magnifying itself by several magnitudes. A whimper escapes your lips. A bandage is wound around your right shoulder and across your chest. Someone has dressed you in soft linen hospital pants and a loose scrub top.
"You're awake." The voice is familiar, and it makes your heart leap.
It's him.
He's as clean and white as the room. Wearing a pressed shirt tailored to his well postured frame, and a doctor's coat that hangs squarely from his shoulders as if it were made only for him. His dark hair and features punctuate his pale face, contrasting starkly in a way that takes your breath away.
But it's his eyes that you can't look away from. Hazel green with a burning intensity that freezes you on the spot for just a moment.
"You weren't lying, Doctor." You manage with a breathless laugh.
He doesn't laugh, but you see a hint of a smile at his lips. He crosses the room in two purposeful strides, his eyes fixed on the monitor above your bed.
"Doctor Zayne." He replies. "You should lay back down." His tone is matter of fact, it brooks no argument. You gingerly acquiesce. "You're in Akso hospital, you -"
"What?" You shoot back up without thinking, and the pain screams back into your body.
"-you were injured by a wanderer attack." He continues as if you haven't interrupted him. "And sustained a laceration to your right clavicle and arm requiring surgical repair, and a minor concussion with loss of consciousness."
You fall back against the pillows, cursing every star you know to name. "I have to go back."
He pauses, his routine interrupted. "Back where? I can assure you the club sustained enough damage that it won't be open for-"
You groan, placing your hands over your face. "No, no, no. Back to the N109 Zone. I can't be here."
"I can assure you, that the hospital is exactly where you belong." He replies curtly, a tone of annoyance edging at his voice.
You sigh and grit your teeth, and then remove your head from your hands.
"Thank you, so much. Truly, I can't thank you enough." You begin, while carefully sitting the rest of the way up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. "But I don't belong here." You carefully begn to remove the wires attached to your chest.
"The hospital is exactly where you belong." He's standing in front of you now. A wall of man blocking your path as you shakily stand. You shake your head in wordless disagreement, ignoring how the room swims when you do.
You step past him and he doesn't say another word as you leave, but you feel his eyes on you with every step you take.
Crossing the thresh hold you quicken your pace, and you nearly slam straight into her. She's beautiful up close. Her elfin features and lithe figure seem almost otherworldly, you think.
"It's you!" She exclaims, as if you're old friends. "From the club! I'm so glad you're ok! Dr. Zayne said..." her words fade into a buzz of chatter as you see her gaze slip past you and over your shoulder. You glance behind you and see him standing in the doorway to the room you just exited. He's looking at her like the rest of the world doesn't exist. He's looking at her in a way that makes your chest ache in a way that isn't related to your injury, but much, much, worse.
You almost feel like you're intruding on something. You duck your head and step to the side. "I really have to go..."
You leave without looking back.
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A week later your stitches have mostly dissolved, and the clanging headache you've been fighting has begun to fade. The club re-opens tonight. The N109 Zone is no stranger to rebuilding, and they have it down to a science rather than an art. You've carefully chosen a high necked top to hide the healing gash, and you've prepared yourself to step on stage once more.
No one speaks of the attack. It's not worth mentioning in a place like this. Instead the music plays and you follow its lead, the familiar cadence of lights and bass a welcome relief.
You're lost somewhere in the song when you see him. He's seated at a table by himself and his white dress shirt nearly glows in the darkened room. His sleeves are rolled up past the elbow, his tie loose but still around his neck, and he rests his chin on top of folded, thoughtful hands, but his eyes are fixed only on you.
For a split second, you freeze, before finding the beat again. You can't tell from this distance, but you'd swear that he notices and almost smiles.
The night passes from there in a way that you can only describe as agonizingly slow.
He remains seated the entire night, watching you dance. Slowly, the club empties. As the morning draws closer the last few stragglers finish their dels and drinks and slink towards the exits. And as you wind down and the music fades, he stands, and approaches the stage.
You step to the edge of the worn wooden platform and lower yourself carefully down, sitting with your legs dangling over the edge.
"You came back." You state it as a fact, but the surprise is evident in your voice.
"I came back." He answers with a succinct nod. "You didn't come to your follow up."
You laugh, and it's short and shocked. "I didn't know I had one."
"You're lucky." He replies, crossing his arms across his chest. "I don't know many doctors who make house calls."
You slide off the stage so that you are standing before him, although even in your heels you have to look up at him.
"Lucky?" You raise one eyebrow in faux disbelief. Carefully removing one arm from your top, you reveal the healing wound beneath. You see his gaze drop to your revealed breast, and a light pink flushes his ears.
"Usually I charge for this." You grin, and watch the flush creep further up his neck. "And we're sure you're a doctor?" You tease, although you aren't feeling half as bold as you're acting.
He makes a disapproving noise in response as his graceful fingers begin to gently explore the forming scar. You have to think about your breathing in order not to hold your breath.
"Are you experiencing any pain?" His brow has furrowed ever so slightly, and he's pressing gently at the base of the scar. You shake your head and resist the temptation to reach out and touch him in turn.
"It itches a bit, but it doesn't hurt." You're entranced by the way his eyes look through his long dark lashes, and your voice comes out softer and breathier than you mean for it.
Slowly he pulls away and looks up. The electricity still crackling silently in the air between you. "And your head?"
You grin, "Oh, don't worry. I'm just as dumb as I was before." He doesn't look impressed, but instead sighs softly.
"That's not what I meant."
You slide your arm back into your top and pull it back down. "So, what do I owe you for this house call, doctor?"
He waves your question off with a dismissive hand. "I'm simply caring for my patient."
"It's a dangerous thing to owe people favors in the N109 Zone." You purse your lips. "I know you aren't from around here, but -"
"But-" he interrupts you, "-You don't want to be in my debt?"
You nod, wordlessly. The club is empty now, and the dim lights illuminate dingy velvet and well worn carpets that have long ago lost their luster in the light of day.
"Then don't be." He says, matter of factly. "Just...don't waste my work." His eyes have gone cold and distant, as if he's turned a switch off somewhere inside, and he turns to leave. You feel your stomach sink unexpectedly, and you fight a sudden instinct to find an excuse for him to stay.
Before you can find words, he's gone. You shake your head, as if you can free yourself from the recurring image of him gently, tenderly, reaching for you. And you remind yourself exactly where you are.
He belongs with someone like the shiny girl from before. Someone who still radiates light.
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The wound faded to a pink and pale scar, neat but raised. And the nights faded into one another again, neon lights the comforting companions to the N109 Zone's familiar darkness.
You still saw her sometimes, laughing, an oddity in the N109 zone. Always accompanied by her red eyed and powerful companion. They'd clearly grown closer, if even possible. They moved in sync, and his arm was usually wrapped tightly around her waist or shoulders.
Every time you saw them, your heart fluttered. Not because of his unsettling stare, not because of her strange light, but because there was always a chance, perhaps even a hope, that Zayne might be there too. Even his name felt dangerous - like thinking it, let alone saying it out loud, was too great a risk to take.
So you simply, didn't.
You kept to yourself the growing fear that sat deep in your chest. The feeling that something just wasn't quite right. You'd been through a traumatic event, you told yourself. Of course you wouldn't feel great. But glances over your shoulder on the way home told a different story, unease becoming a constant companion.
And there was the fact that work wasn't the same either. Your usual customers, your 'regulars' as it were, were either missing, or not themselves. It wasn't unusual in the N109 zone for people to disappear, or even to reappear after disappearing for weeks. But this was different. Three of them just never returned to the club after the night Zayne came to check on you. And the others no longer requested dances in private rooms. If you approached them on the floor, they would shy away, and if you didn't know better - you would swear you saw them looking over their shoulders in fear. Some of them you were glad to see go, lecherous and handsy types that they were. But you couldn't pretend it wasn't affecting you. You had certainly begun to feel it when you counted your payout at the end of the night.
However, in the place of their eyes, you felt new ones watching you. You tried to explain them away. Telling yourself the years of hypervigilance were coming to claim their toll. That it was simply the decades of looking over your back morphing into something greater.
And yet - there was a nagging feeling of being watched that you couldn't quite shake.
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By the time your arm had fully healed the air had turned cold. The last strains of Autumn's chorus still echoed in the N109 Zone, but the biting wind of early winter was determined to drown them out. You pulled your coat closer around you as you stepped out the back door of the club, letting the cool air of the night hit your face as you tipped your head back. A sigh escaped your lips, and you watched your breath appear in the air, dissipating upwards like smoke.
The walk home wasn't short, but it was at least a familiar path. Although since this new feeling of being watched had appeared, it had felt longer the colder the nights grew. You set out, heels from the club dangling loosely in one hand. You mused to yourself that perhaps in the N109 Zone one was always being watched, and that maybe, you had simply become aware of the eyes you couldn't see.
A street lamp flickered and you jumped. You chided yourself for your foolishness - and for showing weakness, and doubled your pace. The air grew colder, and you wondered if the howl of the wind was growing louder, or if it was your imagination. Rounding the final corner before your block, you almost walked straight into a darkly clad figure as they emerged from an alley.
"Sorry I -" The words froze on your lips as you looked up into a familiar face. "Dr. Zayne?" Your surprise registers in your voice coming out almost a squeak. In the flickering light of the now distant street lamps he looks different. The shadows on his face deeper, his eyes darker.
"I'm sorry." His voice is darker too, softer in a strange way, but tinged with something unfamiliar. "I didn't want to have to do this, but I can't keep you safe here any longer."
You blink in confusion, unsure of what he's saying, or what he means.
And then you're in his arms, and there's a sharp prick at your neck, and the world spins around you. His scent is sharp and clean, and even in the chill of the evening his hands are cold on your skin, but his face, his face is soft, his eyes are gentle, and you wonder why he looks so sad, as the world fades away.
Desc: One summer day, his instincts skyrocket over a thousand, and all he can think about is keeping you for himself.
Warnings: smut, age gap (reader’s 24-26), friends/enemies to ??? , dubcon bordering noncon (kinda nervous), yandere traits and tendencies, cowgirl, p in v, oral, mating press, bulldog doggystyle, bondage, monsterfucking (rafayel), hypnosis (rafayel), breeding kink, I suck at buildup, proceed with caution ⚠️
A/n: I coulda made raf a cat, but I’m liking LSG more AGHH.
A/n 2: I wrote this Thursday, but I’m releasing it today cuz it’s my birthday, so just a lil self-indulgent :-)
W/c: yes
Zayne
Having two evols was strange. On one hand, he could cool himself with the ice during the piping hot days, but on the other, he struggled getting into his clothes with the two sticks on his head.
Yes, his antlers were a daily issue, sometimes causing a strain in his neck when going to bed or accidentally bumping into things.
He was a temporary medic for a mission with the Hunters Association when he inhaled with an aroma— one that alters your anatomy and biology.
Luckily, it was just antlers, a small tail that could be hidden beneath his waistband, and deer instincts. Thankfully, he didn’t have hooves, or else work would be impossible, but man, was being around you a pain. He didn’t think the feelings he quietly hid away would put him out there anytime you were near, but they did. Still, he did his best to keep his composure, which meant keeping some distance from you.
Zayne was going through some paperwork when he heard a knock at the front door. He got up and scratched the base of his right antler as he walked out his office and headed for the door. He opened it, and saw you standing there, stopping himself from widening his eyes like he was in front of headlights.
“Hey, Zayne! I was nearby, and stopped at a cafe for some snacks. They had these new flavors of maracons and I was reminded of you, so I got you some!” You smile.
He clears his throat, feeling his body warming up, and nods slightly. “Thank you.”
He steps aside, and you’re a bit surprised, but you walk in anyway. He had been avoiding you for the last week, and you weren’t sure why, but some of his colleagues had mentioned he was also avoiding them, so you knew it wasn’t in your head. Everyone knew he got hit with the evol, but nobody suspected his behavior was because of that.
You stand off to the side and look straight at his kitchen as he closes the door. “You can just set them on the counter. I was looking at some paperwork from the hospital.”
“I wasn’t planning on staying long anyway. I’m hanging out with one of my coworkers in a couple minutes, but I just wanted to drop these off and check in on you.” You lightly shrug.
“Is it Tara?”
“Andrew.” you took your phone out to text him.
You were going to hang out with another man instead of him?
He ignores the jealousy fueling up, and nods. “Well I’m doing alright, thanks for asking.”
You softly step toward the counter, and set the bag of treats down. “Alright, well I’ll get going then.”
You nod, and turn back to the door when he calls out to you.
“Hey–” Your hand lifts and goes to grab the knob but stops.
“I know I’ve been… off… I’m not doing it because I want to, but because I need to.” You turn to him, and your gaze softens.
You look up at his head, the two bones sticking out in different directions then back at his face. “Does it… have to do with that?”
He hums, and gives a light nod. “Let’s just say my senses have heightened. I’m still me, but…”
You watch his eyes shift away, and his face slowly reddens. “Aw, Zayne! You’re blushing!”
He blinks and looks in the direction of his office. Anywhere, but you.
You step toward his couch, and sit down next to the arm rest. “Tell me what’s on your mind, doc.”
“I don’t want to waste your time. Your coworker will think you ditched him.” He fidgets with his fingers.
“You can never waste my time, Z. Come talk to me,” you whisper, and it makes his heart do backflips.
His eyes move down to the ground then back at you. He doesn’t want to ruin this— ruin the platonic connection between you two, but his urges were becoming hard to control, and all he could think about was mating with you.
Making you take his seed. Making you his.
He walks over to the couch and sits on the opposite side, far from you.
“Why are you all the way over there?” You blink.
He doesn’t look at you. He can’t. But he carefully scoots closer to you, and you watch him get increasingly awkward.
“Zayne?” His ears perk up, and his heart beats faster.
His eyes slowly move to their corners and look at you, and the gesture gives off an uncanny feeling.
“I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well,” he whispers, moving closer to you.
You look at him surprised, and don’t move as he gets closer.
Fuck it.
“I’ve… been thinking… about you. A lot, lately…” he whispers, keeping his eyes on the table.
You feel your chest warm up, and look down shyly. “Why?”
He lets out a soft sigh, and glances at you. “You mean a lot to me, you know? I’m not used to feeling these things… when I was feeling these emotions the first time, I forced them down, locked them away. But now that I have these… urges…” he moves closer, and your eyes widen a fraction.
“If I asked… would you let me touch you?” He stares deep into your soul, and your face warms.
“In that way…?” your eyes widen and you quickly catch sight of his hand lifting and pressing on your shoulder.
“I know it seems sudden but, believe me when I say that, I’ve had these feelings long before I got hit with this evol… it just made then come to light and I’ve been struggling to keep my distance…”
The Zayne you knew was no longer present, but a man with a burning desire; a man who was tired of being a gentleman.
“Zayne…” you whisper, and the little rope of restraint holding him back, just snaps.
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The couch squeaks quietly from the rigorous movement on it. Clothes scatter around the coffee table, and on it, with their owners interlocked nearby. You bite your lip and grip the pillow as Zayne thrusts into you at a hurried pace.
“So warm… you’re perfect, my love,” he whispers against your back.
Your pussy squelches as his dick slides in and out, the juices building up and dripping at the gesture. Your sweet moans fill his minimalistic living room, uncharacteristic to the area. His hands slide down from your ass to your waist, and he arches your back more, needing to get deeper.
You yelp out and bite down on the couch’s armrest, whining and mewling as his length strangely thickens and elongates.
“Z-Zayne! Oh god, y-you’re so deep!!” Your cry muffles with the fabric in between your teeth.
His pace becomes sloppy, and before you know it, he harshly pushes into you, letting you take in the heat of his seed as it fill your womb that aches for him. He groans loudly against your shoulder and bites down on it— not too hard, but hard enough to leave his teeth markings.
Your eyes roll back, and your legs shake as you cum with him, squeezing his dick impossibly tight. The two of you lay there, trying to catch your breaths, but Zayne isn’t Zayne if his stamina runs out. After his short break, he changes your positions so you’re straddling his waist, and slides back in, holding you up by your ass.
You whimper, and grip the thickness of his antlers, peeking over your shoulder and watching him fuck your filled cunt. He tilts his head down and attacks your neck, kissing, licking, biting all on it. You’re surprised at how he hasn’t broken into a sweat, let alone slowed even a bit.
“When you told me you’d be with that man… I-I tried not to get jealous…” your tightness suffocates him, and he feels like he’s about to pass out. “But fuck, I don’t want any man around you except me… I’m… s-sorry for my selfishness, love…”
Hearing Zayne curse makes your body heat up more, and you moan against his lips. Your hips move on their own, going up and down his length before stopping and grinding against him. His arms tightly hug your waist, wanting no space between you two.
“Stay with me tonight… tomorrow, forever… stay by my side…” you gently bounce up and down, staring in his eyes after his hands cup your face.
“Be mine…” and who were you to deny your crush of nearly 14 years?
Caleb
He sat in his office on Base, watching you from a few cameras somewhere in Skyhaven. You came up to visit him for the weekend, and were going around the city to find stuff to do, stuff to see. A guy got a little too close for Caleb’s liking, and he was forced to watch you smile and laugh with the stranger.
His jaw and fist clenches.
The summer heat had been doing numbers on this animal evol he accidentally got a few weeks ago, and it was making sll the feelings he tried to force down, come bsck up and show themselves. He had a primal urge to just… breed you. Scent you, make everyone in this fucking world kneo you were his, and his alone.
He wanted a wall— no, a room— of nothing but pictures you fucked out because of him; covered and filled to the brim of his cum and nothing else.
It was his way of marking his territory.
He watches you write something down, he’s assuming your number, for the loser, and hears a knock at the door.
“Enter.” An officer steps in, informing him the vehicle is ready.
Looks he’ll be paying you and your little friend a visit.
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You head for the park after stopping by the cafe for a cup of coffee. It was your first day on vacation in Skyhaven, and you wanted to take your time setting in. You turn the corner and bump into a stranger, nearly spilling the latte onto him.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Your words rush out as you stare at him.
“I’m all right. Thanks,” he softly smiles when he looks at you.
You take in his features, including that smile, and feel a bit shy. You move to walk around him, but he follows your direction and calls out to you.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go out for coffee some time? Not now of course because you already have one, but… you’re really pretty and I’d like to get to knoe you.” His words flutter your heart, and you awkwardly laugh.
“Oh, thank you, but I’m not from here, and I’m only here for a week before I head back home.”
He nods his head understandingly. “So, is that a no?”
You blink. “I mean, I can go on a date with you, but it won’t be this week because I’m on vacation and would like the alone time.”
He takes out a piece of paper and pen from his shirt pocket and slowly hands it to you. “Could I have your number then?”
You look at him a bit surprised, then think how this is your first time being asked out without Caleb lingering around or ruining things for you. You stuff your coffee between your arm and breast, and quickly write your number down, then hand him back the pen.
“Thank you… I’ll text you later, yeah?” You nod and bid him farewell before you two part ways.
You weren’t aware that a few street cams had been watching the interaction closely, with the person behind them calmly seething and calculating his next kill.
~
You sat on the bench, and drink the coffee, watching the birds fly around and kids playing with each other. The cherry blossom trees bloomed beautifully, stretching up to the sky in a bushy and perfect shape.
Your ear catches the sound of footsteps approaching, and you don’t bother looking at the person until they stand in front of you. You stop midway of taking a sip and slowly move your eyes up from their boots to their face.
“Caleb?”
“Where’s your friend?” His calm yet cold voice brings shivers to your shoulders.
“My… friend?” Your hand lowers the coffee from your lips.
“The one you were just chatting with.”
“He’s not my friend. Just some stranger I bumped into.” He hums.
“You give him your number?” You freeze.
“How did you know that?”
“Lucky guess.” He shrugs before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.
“What the hell, Caleb?!—”
“It’s Colonel. Watch your tongue.” He hisses as you get dragged to his vehicle.
“Ugh, let go of me!” You thrash under his grasp, forcing yourself to not look around at the bystanders watching.
You get pushed into his sleek black SUV before he climbs in after, and the cars jerks forward.
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Your coffee was long cold and tasted gross by the time you two got home. You set it down on the counter and stomp to the guest bedroom.
“Where are you going?” His tone from earlier was replaced with a softer and curious one.
“Don’t fucking talk to me.” You don’t bother to look st him, and walk into the toom, slamming the door.
He sighs, and closes the front door, taking his shoes off. He stares at the hallway you were just in, like he’s contemplating what to do next. His tall figure slowly creeps down the path, before making it in front of your door.
“Pips—”
“Shut up! I’m so fucking annoyed right now. I don’t wanna talk to you!” You yell from the other side, getting undressed.
His jaw clenches and he huffs. “Don’t be like that, please. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
You stomp over and rip the door open. He looks down at you wide and sad puppy eyes then takes his hat off. The pointy, hairy ears immediately pop up then flatten back against his head. His eyes quickly trail your figure, seeing the previous outfit had been replaced with a t-shirt and shorts. He tries hard to keep the growing boner at bay.
“You’re protecting me from getting a date? Protecting me by embarrassing me in public?”
“You know it’s just an act. I never willingly want to hurt you—”
“Bullshit, Caleb! Every single time I’m talking to a guy, you’re there, being weird and totally unsupportive!”
“Because none of those guys deserve you!”
“You say that about every guy I’ve talked to! And that’s more than I can count on both hands!!” Your arms cross. “How did you even know I was there?!”
“I was watching the cameras, pipsqueak.”
“Well, stop doing that.” You go to slam the door but his hand presses on it.
“You know I can’t do that. I have to make sure that you’re safe.” He barely uses strength to push the door open.
You turn to stomp away, but he reaches out and wraps his arms around you.
“Let go of me.”
“No… I miss this.”
“You don’t deserve this. You ruin everything every time I try to do stuff, you’re always there raining on my parade.” You squirm in his embrace.
He turns you around and grasps your forearms. “Do you want to know why I do that?”
You glare in his eyes.
“Because I love you.” He says like it’s the last thing he’ll ever be able to say.
“I love you so much. You’re my world, my heart, my angel. Every thing I do is to ensure that you stay that way. These guys— none of them deserve you and I meant that. I’ve risked my life, all so I can come back to you—”
“I didn’t ask you to do that—”
“Don’t say that.” His tone hardens.
It falls quiet momentarily, and you just stare at each other.
He pulls you close, with your chest touching his abdomen. “I can’t keep pretending to be your best friend when I want to be your boyfriend… y-your husband.” He whispers the last part, his eyes filled with all the adoration and need in the world for you.
His pokes out of his pants and rubs against your thigh. His ears remain flat against his head after spilling his feelings out. “I can’t let you be with anyone else because no one will go lengths to love you like I will, and I know that’s a fact.”
His heart thrashes harshly in his chest. The fear of rejection weighs on his shoulders heavily, but he will have you, one way or another.
“Caleb…” you blink twice, letting your head tilt down as you look at the ground.
“Now you know… why I act the way I do… now you know why I won’t stop… cockblocking you and getting in between you and these randoms… I want you. I need you, more than them.” His voice cracks as he pulls you completely against him, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“… you’re such a puppy… so clingy and needy.” You spat in his shoulder, patting his back.
“Love me… please, angel.” You pull back a bit to stare at him.
You can admit that you had some feelings for him, but at the time, you couldn’t tell if they were what you had always felt or were something different.
But looking at him now, you see he’s no longer your Caleb, but a Caleb that’s been hiding his true self from you for years, all because he’s ached to fulfill his one wish of mating with and loving you.
~
Your eye glaze over as you watch his dick push and pull inside you. Your feet dangle over his shoulders as he towers over you, resting his forehead on your shoulder and watching the sight below.
“Fuck, you feel so good, princesss. Hhhh, shiiiit!!” He whines, his tails wagging happily. “A-Always knew you would, but this… this is beyond what I imagined… ngh!!”
The bed creaks and shakes violently as his thrusts get deeper and faster, with him needing to be inside you completely, and not just by his dick either.
His arms swiftly curl around you along with his body as his orgasm rushes in, giving you a few more fast thrusts like the dog he is before settling deep inside and releasing his hot knot. He huffs and whimpers, thrusting the cum into you like a toy pussy.
“N-need to be inside… all the way… ‘s not e-enough…!” He pants as his dick jumps and balls twitch.
He has to be under your skin, had to breathe inside you, Live in you.
Because being balls deep is not enough. He needs to physically feel and see your heart beating, the blood and cells moving through your veins and organs. A Caleb without you is not a Caleb at all, especially if you’re with someone else when he is and isn’t around. He doesn’t want anyone else in your life except him. He can give you everything your heart could ever desire— love, sex, money, worship.
You don’t even have to ask, just exist in his space.
And he’s all yours.
Sylus
He stood at the window of his bedroom, watching outside. He invited you over for a little meeting, but you told him you were busy elsewhere and couldn’t make it.
Silly, kitten. Don’t you know he always gets what he wants?
His phantom tail sways in a way like he’s waiting for something, and as if on cue, the door of his bedroom opens. In come the twins with you being held in his grasp.
“What the hell, Sylus?! I said I was busy!”
He doesn’t turn right away, and just takes a sip of his wine. The bittersweet flavor settles on his tongue before he speaks.
“Leave.” Is all he says, and the twins gently let you go before departing and closing the door behind them.
You stare at it for a moment then look at him, agitated and confused. “What the fuck is this about?”
He turns to finally look at you, and takes in the sight. A dress he bought you for your birthday a couple years ago, sits perfectly on your figure with heels that shouldn’t be worn outside, but instead, in the bedroom.
He sets his glass down, and steps toward you, but you hold your ground.
“I was wondering what could possibly be making you busy, considering it’s your day off.” His deep voice rumbles out.
“I didn’t see you with any friends, you weren’t in your house or at any store... I let Mephisto go and check on you, and he shows me you’re… on a date?” He almost grimaces.
“Why does it matter to you what I do, Sylus? I’m a grown woman with a life. I’m not always doing hunter shit or going on undercover missions here.” You snap, resting your hands on your hips.
He takes more steps forward before standing in front of you, and pulling you close by your waist. “It matters to me when you’re wearing an outfit so sexy and scandalous, but going on romantic outings with some peasant.”
His red eyes stare deep into yours, like he’s holding your soul captive. Your eyebrows furrow, and you force your mind out of the gutter, turning your head away from him. “You know it’s funny. When I first met you, and you made me find that brooch, I asked you if you did all that shit because you liked me. And you know what you said?”
“Clearly, you’ve read to many fairytales.” The flashback plays in both of your minds.
“From that moment on, I knew this wasn’t anything but business. No pleasure, just business. On top of that, why would I waste my time on an arrogant man who lets everyone know he’s untouchable? Who lets everyone know that he’s better than anybody in the damn world? Why should I ever compete with my lover on anything?” Your voice softens, but your glare is very much the opposite.
You move to turn away, but his arms shift, curling around your completely under your abdomen. “Let go, Sylus.”
He doesn’t say anything, and lets his head settle in the crevice of your neck. “I didn’t realize you felt that way.”
You don’t speak and stare at his bedroom door. You can feel his heart thump against your shoulder, and sigh.
“Kitten, you never have to compete with me. With you, you always win. I’ve been at your mercy since we laid eyes on each other. You could hurt me, and I’d still want you, your love, your heart…. You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He whispers in your ear.
You feel a breeze near your leg, making you look down to find nothing there. But, it feels like something’s wrapped around it.
He nuzzles his nose behind your ear and growls. “When I saw you with him, I wanted to show up and kill him right there… how dare he take you from me…”
His arms move back so his hands can slide over your stomach. He tikts his head down and stares at your breasts. “I wanted to take you on that table, in front of all those people… let them know you’re mine.”
His lips press softly on your neck, and you unconsciously give him more room to go at it. Your jaw clenches as you feel your nipples harden and panties getting wet.
“I’ve tried to keep my urges at bay… but it’s hard when all I want is to stuff you full with my babies.” He harshly turns you around and throws you over his shoulder with one hand.
“Hey! Put me down!” You punch his back, wiggling around.
He lays you on his bed, and you crawl back, with him crawling toward you. Your back hits the headboard, and he stops just a few centimeters from your face.
God, he’s so… massive.
Your face and body heat up as your mind imagines what it’d look like if the two of you were naked with him on top of you.
“You don’t need to imagine it,” he breathes out, darting forward and capturing your lips for himself.
You didn’t even tealize his right eye was glowing, let alone realize that you thought that, but there’s no stopping him now.
~
Your nails dig into his bare back as he steadily thrusts into you, kissing and biting your neck. The faint bruises litter around the skin, creating a beautiful sight of his claiming. You cry on his pillow as he stretches you out wider than any man or toy ever, but the pain feels so good.
Your left hand crawls up into his hair and grips the strands, keeping his head against your neck as he takes your body and soul for himself.
“I-I’m coming! Sylus…!!” You yelp when he slams into you and groans against your shoulder, biting down on it.
The sensation is too good to stop now, and he flips you both over, putting you on top of him and straddling his waist. Your body’s weak from the strenuous movement, but he’s not done with you. You whine as his fingers mold into the curve of your head, lightly gripping the strands as he fucks up into you. His hips stay raised as his tail slowly slighters up and wraps around your waist, claiming you as its own too.
“You’re all mine… our souls have been bound for centuries…” he growls as your walls squeeze him when he confesses.
“I’m never letting you go. You cannot get rid of me that easily, sweetie.” Your mind fizzles as you blankly stare at the ceiling.
Your pussy drips down his length and balls with bits of white substance slowly oozing out, and your hands scramble behind you to grab onto his thighs. You find some stength to move on your own, and start bouncing on him, making him move his hands down to your waist and watch you with devotion and lust.
His orgasm surges through once more and he quickly pulls you against him, tightly hugging you as he cums again. Your body trembles as your own pleasure overwhelms you, and your arms hug his neck. After so long of waiting for his mate, he finally found her and captured her again.
And he would not let her escape for another time.
Rafayel
The canvas stood idly in his living room, with some marks of color stamped in ways that created a beautiful work in progress. He’s staring at the image, having known what he wanted to paint earlier and quickly picking up the brush.
Rafayel knew he was drawing you, but not just in a cute or majestic way. It was now a painting of you in a questionable position, one that only adults could look at. He spent too much time detailing your pussy— or what he assumed it looked like— the cum peeking out of your hole with drops of it on the fabric, your expression when he filled your womb, and the obscene sight made the scales under his skin glow brightly.
Rafayel knew from the moment he met you 4 years ago that you were his bride from centuries back. But remembering the catch of keeping his homeland alive forced him into isolation, wanting nothing romantic to do with you— to keep you at arms length. He didn’t want that incident to happen again, nor did he want his people suffering.
And it would’ve worked, had his creature instincts, of wanting to repopulate his homeland, NOT gotten in the way, and practically make it impossible to be away from you. While he did try to stay nearby more often, he found that you were being avoidant, and he didn’t know why.
“Miss bodyguarrrrrd, come see meee!”
“Miss bodyguard, you’re always so busy! Is this how you treat your clients?!”
“Miss bodyguard, give me attention, now!”
You became annoyed by Rafayel always blowing up your phone, and your boyfriend wasn’t taking a liking to it either.
“Why is he always texting and calling you?” He asked one evening.
“It’s just my job as his bodyguard. He gets needy and wants attention sometimes.” You shrug it off, scrolling through the movies on the TV.
“Does he not know that you have a boyfriend?” That’s when you froze.
No, Rafayel didn’t know you were in a relationship. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. The thought of saying so brought a feeling of unease to you, and you kept the truth a secret.
“Yeah, but he’s just… annoying kind of…” you rub the back of your neck. “But the pays good so…”
Your boyfriend didn’t push further, and just snuggled you close to him as you both watched the movie.
~
It’d been a week since you didn’t read any of Rafayel’s texts or answer his calls, and he was fuming. Usually, he’s the one to do that— not to you, never to you— but being on the receiving end of his typical behavior— and it coming from you— was getting to him, fast. He stares at the blank canvas, having replaced the old, used one with a fresh new one.
He kept… painting things he hadn’t seen before. Scenarios that a paranoid boyfriend would make up if his girlfriend went out in without him, and something told him to go check on you. He left the house around 2:32 PM, and headed to the beach. He watches the seagulls flying around, fighting over food and trash, sees a couple of people running around or running into the water.
He was searching for you in these people.
He looked over at the water and felt that pull.
Two people were hugged up, and chatting well inside the water, and as he looked closer, is intuition was right.
It was you, and some lousy human he assumes is your boyfriend. Funny, he should be calling himself that, not some lame mortal.
He steps closer to the shore, and stares at you two, watching you laugh as the guy kisses your shoulder snd neck. His fists slowly clench, and before he knows it, he’s walking into the water. He gets far enough before diving under and transforming into his 10 ft tall deity form, feeling his emotions clash with the body of liquid and weather. He hears the thunder muffle underwater, and feels the shift as rain randomly pours down.
Rafayel sees you two swimming back to the shore, and quickly moves closer, grabbing your lover’s ankle and pulling him underwater. You don’t hear the attack as the sound of rain and the water swirl together, drowning out the sound of your partner’s voice. You get onto the shore and rush under an umbrella nuzzled in the sand, and turn around, only to see your spouse missing.
“Max?” You yell out, looking around for him.
Rafayel swam away from the gruesome scene, after sharks and other predators surrounded the human, who was now their snack. The sound of the creatures fighting each other for it fades away the closer he gets to the shore. You walk toward the water, calling out for your lover, but still don’t see him. A part of you feels worried, and you move to go back in, but a hand grabs your wrist, causing you to quickly turn.
“Cutie? What are you doing out here? You’re gonna get sick!” He pulls you away from the water, going back to his place.
You panic but let him take you, still looking behind for your partner; the distance between you and his disintegrating corpse rapidly grows at the speed Rafayel’s walking in.
~
You sit on the couch with an oversized towel over your back and a cup of hot tea on the coffee table. Rafayel steps into the living room with a pair of pants on and a towel on his head from having gotten out the shower.
“Why don’t you go shower? You’ll get sick if you stay like that, cutie,” he smiles a bit, taking a seat next to you.
“I should get going. I have work to do,” you stand up to leave but his words stop you.
“Work? But Jenna said you’re off the next three days.”
You slowly turn and look at him. “You spoke with my boss?”
“I’ve been looking for you, and you don’t talk to me, so I had to start somewhere.” He puts his hands on his hips.
You stare at him for a moment then turn to leave but he’s quicker and darts in front of you, stopping you from leaving.
“What’s gotten into you?! You’ve been acting really weird lately, and it’s getting annoying, Rafayel.” You cross your arms.
“I’m acting weird? You’re the one avoiding me! You didn’t even tell me you had a boyfriend!” You gawk.
“Why should I have to tell you that?! It’s none of your business, ANYWAY!!” You shift your weight into your left leg.
“It’s my business when my bride is getting cozy with some pesty mortal! … It’s my business when my Queen is getting frisky when some guy that isn’t me!”
“What the FUCK are you talking about?! We’re not even together, Rafayel!!”
“Because you didn’t give me a chance!!”
“Why would I give you a chance when you’re so in your head?! What made you think I’d EVER give someone like you a chance?!” You scream. “I’m just your bodyguard, nothing else!! So why does it MATTER?”
He stands there, feeling that power course through him once more. His eyes close and he steps towards you. “It matters because you’re mine. You’ve been mine for over 8 centuries, and counting. The Fates have already written ours, so why bother trying to change it?”
You glare at his glowing eyes, then look away. “I knew something was off about you… I just couldn’t figure out what…”
“That’s why you hid having a boyfriend from me?” He quietly hisses.
“You didn’t need him anyway,” he gets closer, “you have me. I’m the only one you need, pearl… just like you’re the only one I need.”
You shake your head and move to leave but he grabs you and holds you close. “Let go of me, Rafayel!”
“Not until you feel it… feel the connection our souls have to each other… you never needed him or anyone. Only me…” his voice softens; it echoes with soundwaves that flow to your ear and make you feel woozy.
You pant and shake your head, covering your ears, but it’s no use.
“You can’t escape. Your place is here, by my side.” His hand comes up and grazes your cheek as his voice lures you in.
Like a siren to a sailor.
“Stop… d-doing that,” you hisses, pushing him away and trying to leave.
He barely opens his mouth as a high frequency sound flows from it, striking your eardrum and making you clutch your head in pain.
“You belong here.”
No…
“This is your home now, my bride~” his words echo in your mind.
“You’ll learn your place soon enough.” He comes around you and lift your head by your chin.
He forces you to stare in his eyes, and you feel yourself being put into a box.
“You just… need a little… push.”
~
Your clothes were misplaced on the ground with tears and holes all throughout them. The oh-so-merciful Sea God gave you another chance to do the right thing, and now you rested on your knees. Sucking his two lengths.
“Mmmm, just like that, my treasure…” he hums lowly, stroking your disheveled hair.
The light makeup you wore was now messed u on your pretty face, giving the impression of a crying and distressed woman.
You look so beautiful in his eyes.
He wants to paint this sight— you on your knees sucking his cocks like you were meant to.
Tears, from straining your throat, trickled down your cheeks and dripped onto your bare tits, along with the saliva-cum mixture bubbling up from the sides of your mouth.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, my pearl? They’re all yours to enjoy for eternities to cum.” He giggled quietly, watching you worship his mythical dicks.
Their angled and flat tip rested on your tongue one at a time as you switched between sucking them off. He sighs happily, and tilts his head back, tightening his grip on the back of your head.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat now. Be a good girl, and take your Sea God’s seed.” His voice rumbles, and brings that ache in your pussy to the surface.
Both his hands hold your head and move it up and down his shaft. You whine and gargle the thick, top cock, rolling your eyes back as it’s tip his the back of your throat. He moans loudly, and you look up to see scales shimmering brightly under his skin.
“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum. Swallow every drop when I say to!” He thrusts faster, moving your head at the same time.
Your hands hang at your side as he used your mouth for his own pleasure, before he stops. His hot seed burns your mouth, too much filling the small, warm hole and shooting up your nose. Your nose nuzzles in his neatly trimmed pubes as the white essence leaks out, and he slowly pushes your head back, admiring his thick dick inside your mouth.
“You’re so perfect… I really am blessed to be in your existence, my sweet gem.” He whispers adoringly, pulling out completely.
Your mouth and eyes close, and he taps your cheek. “Show me.”
You open your eyes and look up at him, slowly opening your mouth and revealing it full of his nut.
“Fuck…” is all he says as he stares.
Your eyes water and let the last bit of tears slide down your cheeks as he says, “swallow.”
You close your mouth and carefully gulp down the large, salty load, shivering at the taste and texture. He pets your head then pushes you face down onto the ground.
“Good girls get rewarded, don’t they, honey?” He whispers condescendingly, rubbing in between your slick folds.
“Y-Yes, sir!” You tremble when he thumbs your clit.
“My fingers slide in so easily… you got wet just sucking off your God, didn’t you, cutie?” He chuckles.
You whine and cry, and he pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his upper dick. You both sigh, as he stretches you out and mounts you like a dog.
“This is where I belong. Deep inside you, reviving the motherland.” He kisses your back, then pulls out halfway before slamming back in.
He pushes hard until his tip presses against your cervix, and the sensation makes you squirt.
“Goood girl. Make a mess on me and my floors. Show me you know your place.” He growls, as his balls slam against your clit.
You become a moaning mess for him, and he arches your back by gripping the back of your head and pulling it back. You’re forced to look up as he looks down at your face.
“I’ll make you worship these cocks until they’re the only thing on your mind.” He presses the side of your face against the side of the couch, giving you the view behind you.
“I’ll make you whine and cry for me to never leave you… just like I did when you died back then…” he hits that spot deep inside you just right every time
“I’ll make you love me forever.”
If only you had known back then, that taking this ‘job’ as a bodyguard would result you in your freedom and sanity being taken.
Xavier
You sat on the grass staring up the stars. The heat calmed significantly during the night, and the prickly grass felt good, for once, against the bare skin of your arms and thighs. You found this hill while hiking one day and saved the location as a spot you go to when you wanted to get away from the responsibilities of an adult.
Your sweet friend and neighbor, Xavier, had been blowing up your phone, wondering where you went and why you weren’t answering, for the last 3 hours. You ended up turning the device off, but you didn’t know that only upsetted him.
You see, when spending time with an animal for so long, they grow attached. They get clingy, and can develop separation anxiety, so you can assume that happened with Xavier.
The man had the behavior and traits of a bunny, but one thing for sure was that you had a hard time saying no to him. Maybe it was because he could give you that look any cute animal could give when they did something bad. But with Xavier, he’s done many things as your friend and neighbor, you let it slide every time, until now.
You realize that it wasn’t a good thing to withdraw accountability from him. He was a grown man after all, and thinking “no! Xavier would never kill someone just because!” was the worse thing you could do. You found out your ex-crush went missing, and was found dead, shortly after the two of you ran into the bunnyman. You hadn’t notice, at the time, that Xavier was acting weird whenever you brought the guy around, and a part of you still blamed yourself for his death. You found out later that Xavier was the one who killed him, using his light evol— he manifest a celestial spike and stabbed it into his heart. He claimed it was self-defense, the camera footsge painted it as such, so you had no choice to believe him. But his behavior following then had gotten stranger too.
There was CCTV footage in an alley he dragged your crush into, and you only found that footage during an investigation regarding smuggled Protocores. Of course, you were the only that knew it was Xavier from a few tiny details, but when the Association and police saw it, they couldn’t figure out who the perpetrator was, let alone did they care.
You watch as a shooting star passes by and you close your eyes, concentrating to make a wish. The sound of crickets chirping and trees swaying with the light breeze flowing over you brought peace and tranquility for a while until you heard footsteps. You turned and looked but didn’t see anything or anyone. Once you felt calmed, you turned back around, only to find Xavier sitting next to you, inches away from your face.
“FUCK! What the hell, Xavier?!” You screech, putting your hand on your chest.
“I’m sorry. I kept texting and calling you, but you weren’t answering,” his soft voice flutters your heart before you snap out of his trance.
“Mm mm, nope! How did you find this place? How did you even know I was here?!” You cross your arms.
“My light has a way of finding certain footprints, even with shoes.” His long ears sway a bit and he softly smiles. “I missed you.”
“Xavier, this was supposed to be alone time for me. We’re always together, you know?”
He pouts, and looks at you confused. “Why would you want to be alone? Why is it so bad that we’re always together?”
“Because we both live different lives and have different wants and needs. Sometimes, I don’t want to sleep all day or bed rot.” You sigh.
“Then we can do other things. As long as we’re together.” He says casually.
“Xavier, I don’t always want to be around people. I like my alone time.”
“But being alone means I’m not with you. Don’t you care about me?” He whispers, his eyes dilating.
“Xavier—” you’re cut off by a ball of white clouding your sight.
He lays his head on top of your chest, and wraps his arms around you. “This is nice. Xavier likes this very much.”
“Xavier, get off. It’s too hot to be hugging up on me snd shit,” you quietly hiss, trying to push him off.
You both end up falling back onto the grass, and he climbs on top of you. Your eyes widen and your hands rest next to your head.
“What are you—” his hands crawl up your stomsch and cup your underbust.
“Do you know how hard it is to act fine when you’re not around? … It’s like… I can’t exist without you, I can’t live without you…”
“What are you talking about, Xavier? Get off.” You try to push him off but he’s quick to grip your wrists under one hand.
“One part of me knows you need your space; knows that I can’t keep you to myself like I want to… but the other part tells me to keep you to myself… to never leave your side no matter what…” he whispers.
“Xavier…” you look up at him conflicted.
“You know I love you so much, right? I love you like the stars do to the night sky… you’re too precious for me to just let go of.” He leans down and you turn your head.
“I-I didn’t know you felt that way… but please get off.” He looks down at your rising chest, watching the covered mounds lower then rise again.
“Would you let me…?” Your eyes shift to his.
“Let you what…?”
“Suck them, love them… worship them?” He nuzzles his face in your cleavage and your head falls back on the grass.
“X-Xavier, please! This isn’t… ideal!” You squirm under him.
“What do you mean “not ideal”? I love you, why can’t you love me?” He pouts, looking like he’ll start crying.
“I-I haven’t moved on from what you did to Anthony…” a shift happens behind his eyes, and he stares up at you, barely.
“Why are you still holding onto him? He was weak. He didn’t deserve you. But I’m here.” His hand cup your face.
“I’ll take care of you and love you like you deserve… worship this gorgeous body like the temple it is… make you my moon Goddess.” He rests his forehead against you.
“I can’t keep fighting this… I need you.” Is the last thing he says before diving down and kissing you.
Your eyes widen and fists clench, pressing on his chest yo push him back. He cages you underneath him, and continues devouring your sweet lips, feeling his pants tighten.
“Oh, Star…” he whimpers quietly, but yelps when you bite his lip.
He pulls back slowly, letting the pain simmer. “You like biting, huh, Starlight?”
He unbuttons his sweater and peels it off, while you watch with anticipation and excitement—
Wait what?
He hums as his hand lean down mess with your top. “No one will see us… I made sure of that.”
You stare up at your friend, your neighbor, and realize now that the prey he once was, turned into the predator, but maybe he had been that all along.
~
You lay on your back as Xavier crushes you beneath him. His dick slides in and out so easily from all the clear liquid you squirted on him, making the traction of his length between your walls create a loud, squelching noise. Your tits jiggle with every push, and he leans down to grip them, sucking and biting the pebbles in their centers.
“X-Xavier…” is all you can whine, clenching your toes tightly and biting your lip.
The moonlight shined on the two of you, exposing the obscene sight to any curious animals. You whimper in sync with each kiss his tip gives your cervix, and cry at the overwhelming pleasure.
“See? Now you know what I’m capable of. Now you know how good you can feel every. single. day.” His hands grasp the tops of your feet, keeping them against the sides of his head.
His ass slams onto yours once last time then he rolls his hips, grinding the stickiness into your womb for a third time. You both roll your eyes back, and you hug him tightly.
“You’re doing well… taking my seed, helping recreate Philos… ugh gods…” his head falls back as he keeps grinding into you.
You squirt on him, and he moves his hand down to rub your clit.
“Keep going, Star. Keep feeling good. You deserve to feel this… only by me.” He whispers, kissing your lips once more, tasting the blood from earlier.
He rests his forehead against yours again, and stares at your closed eyes, having nothing, but love and adoration for his Queen.
I was supposed to upload this hours ago but i took a fucking nap and forgot about it 💔💔
The joke starts in the break room, the way most office gossip does casual, thoughtless, designed to kill time between meetings.
"You know what the scariest thing about Director Nanamin is?" Jisoo says, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, voice dropping into that conspiratorial tone people use when they're about to say something they shouldn't.
You barely glance up from your coffee. You're mentally reviewing the quarterly report you're supposed to present later, running through the numbers one more time. "His emails?"
Jisoo snorts. "No. The fact that he's never dated anyone. Ever."
You frown slightly, still half-focused on whether you should adjust the projection model for Q3. "That's not scary," you mutter, stirring your drink. "That just means he has standards."
Jisoo gives you a look the kind that suggests you've missed something obvious. "No, it means he's not human. I mean think about it, no ring, we never hear of him being seen with a woman. Come on he's rich and has one of the highest positions at a top company."
A few people laugh. Someone from accounting adds, "I can't even picture him liking someone. Like what would that even look like? Him holding hands? Absolutely not."
You huff quietly, taking a sip. Director Nanamin doesn't strike you as the type to even notice people like that. He's efficient. Cold. Focused. The kind of boss who remembers every detail of every project but never asks about your weekend.
"Hey," Jisoo nudges you suddenly, and her voice drops even lower. "You work closest with him, right? One-on-one reports and all that?"
You nod. It's true you've been his direct report for almost eight months now. He's demanding, but fair. You've learned more under his supervision than you did in two years at your previous company.
"…Does he ever act weird around you?"
You pause mid-sip.
Weird?
You think about it really think about it for the first time. About the way he stands too close when reviewing your work, close enough that you can smell his cologne, something clean and expensive. The way his hand lingers just a second too long when passing documents, fingers brushing yours. The way he adjusts your collar sometimes, like it's part of his job description, like you're incapable of dressing yourself properly.
But that's just... him being particular, right? He's meticulous about everything.
"…No," you say slowly, genuinely puzzled by the question. "He's just strict."
Jisoo goes quiet in a way that feels loaded.
Someone behind you mutters, "That's worse."
You turn. "What?"
"Nothing," Jisoo says quickly, exchanging a glance with someone else. "Forget it."
You shrug it off. People are always reading into things that aren't there. Office gossip is just noise.
By the time you get back to your desk, his message is already waiting.
Director Nanami: Come to my office.
No greeting. No explanation. Typical.
You sigh, grab your tablet with the revised presentation loaded, and head down the hall. You're actually proud of this one, you caught an error in the vendor contract that would've cost the company a significant amount. You're hoping he'll acknowledge it, maybe even in that subtle way he has, where his expression doesn't change but his tone shifts just slightly.
The moment you step inside his office, the temperature drops.
You shiver automatically, goosebumps rising on your arms. "It's freezing in here."
Nanami doesn't look up immediately. He finishes signing something with that expensive fountain pen he always uses, movements calm, composed, perfect as always. Everything about him is controlled. Precise. You've never seen him flustered, never seen him make a mistake.
Then his eyes lift to you.
Sharp.
Observing.
Lingering in a way that makes you want to check if there's something on your face.
"…You didn't bring a jacket," he says.
It's not a question. It's a statement of fact, delivered with the same tone he uses when pointing out a miscalculation in a spreadsheet.
"I'm fine," you reply, shifting your weight. You are fine. It's just a little cold. You've worked through worse.
A beat of silence.
He stands.
Your eyes track the movement automatically, he's tall, taller than you remember sometimes, and there's something about the way he moves that's unnaturally fluid. Deliberate. Like every action is calculated three steps ahead.
He crosses the room.
Before you can react, his hand is at your shoulder firm, steady, warm as he shrugs off his blazer and drapes it over you.
The fabric is heavy. Expensive. It settles around your shoulders like something deliberate, something that carries weight beyond just warmth. It smells like him that same clean, expensive scent, but stronger now. Almost overwhelming.
"You'll get sick," he says.
You blink, surprised by the gesture. "Director, I really don't—"
"Wear it."
The tone isn't loud. It's not even particularly harsh.
But it ends the conversation with the finality of a door closing.
"…Okay."
You adjust it awkwardly, feeling ridiculous. The sleeves swallow your hands completely. You probably look like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes. Professional. Very professional.
Nanami watches you for a second too long.
There's something in his expression you can't quite read something that might be satisfaction, or possession, or both. His eyes track the way the fabric drapes over your frame, the way you're swimming in something that belongs to him.
Then he steps closer.
Too close.
Close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact.
"Hold still."
His fingers brush your neck.
You freeze.
He's adjusting your collar again but this time slower. More precise. His thumb presses lightly just below your ear, where your pulse is probably visible, where your skin is most sensitive. You can feel the warmth of his hand, the controlled strength in his fingers.
Your breath catches. "Is… something wrong?"
"…No."
His voice is quieter now. Closer. You can feel it more than hear it.
"Your presentation," he continues, like his hand isn't currently touching your throat, like this is completely normal, "needs revision."
You nod quickly, trying to focus on work, on the actual reason you're here. "Right. I'll fix it. I think the vendor analysis in section three could be stronger—"
His hand doesn't move right away.
When it finally does, it drags, just slightly, along your shoulder before he pulls back. The touch is deliberate. Possessive. Like he's marking something.
You don't notice.
You're already thinking about the presentation, about which sections need work, about how you can tighten the argument in the third quarter projections.
"Sit," he says.
You do, settling into the chair across from his desk, his blazer still wrapped around you. You pull out your tablet, ready to take notes on his feedback. This is what you're good at taking criticism, improving, and iterating. You've built your career on being coach-able.
You don't notice how the hallway outside has gone completely silent.
You don't notice the way two coworkers pass by the glass wall, the office has partial glass walls for "transparency," though right now the blinds are angled just enough to obscure most of the view, only to immediately look away, faces tight, uneasy. You don't see the way they hurry past, the way one of them grabs the other's arm and pulls them along faster.
You don't notice the way the air around you feels… heavier. Thicker. Like something has settled into the space between you and him, something that doesn't dissipate even when he returns to his seat.
Something that doesn't belong to you.
Something you can't name because you don't have the framework to recognize it.
Nanami returns to his seat with that same fluid grace, settling into his chair like a predator that's already caught its prey and is simply deciding when to bite down. His gaze fixes on you steady, unwavering, intense in a way that would make most people uncomfortable.
But you just open your tablet, stylus ready.
Steady.
Calculating.
He's thinking about how you walked into his office without hesitation, how you wear his jacket without understanding what it means, how you sit there completely oblivious to the fact that every alpha in a three-floor radius can now smell him on you. How you don't notice the way people have started giving you a wider berth in the hallways, the way conversations stop when you enter a room.
You're brilliant with numbers, with strategy, with analysis.
But you can't see what's right in front of you.
You can't smell the danger lurking around every corner, the territorial lines he's been drawing around you for months now, the way he's been slowly, methodically isolating you from anyone who might interfere.
And that's exactly why you need him.
Why you'll always need him.
"…Start," he says, his voice carrying that edge of command that makes something in your hindbrain want to obey, even as your conscious mind just registers it as his normal professional tone.
You begin walking through your presentation, pointing out the cost analysis, the risk assessment, the projected ROI. You're confident here. This is your domain. You've triple-checked every number, every source, every assumption.
You're so focused on the data that you don't notice the way his eyes never leave your face.
The way he's not looking at the screen at all.
The way he's watching you like you're the only thing in the room that matters.
Like you're something precious that needs to be protected.
Or possessed.
Or both.
The meeting ends forty-five minutes later with a list of revisions that aren't actually that extensive—mostly minor adjustments to the formatting, a few clarifications on the vendor terms. Reasonable feedback. Professional. You leave his office with his blazer still draped over your shoulders because he'd given you that look when you tried to return it, the one that meant the conversation was over before it started.
You'll give it back later. After lunch, maybe. When he's in a meeting.
The relief hits you the moment you're back at your desk.
It's not that the meeting was bad, Director Nanami's feedback was actually helpful, precise as always, but there's something about being in that office with him that makes your shoulders tense in ways you don't fully understand. The weight of his attention, maybe. The way he watches you like he's waiting for you to make a mistake, even when you don't.
You drape his blazer over the back of your chair and let yourself breathe.
The office feels lighter out here. Warmer. The afternoon sun streams through the windows, and there's the comfortable ambient noise of keyboards clicking, phones ringing, the coffee machine gurgling in the distance. Normal. Safe.
You're just pulling up the presentation file to start on those revisions when Hana appears at your desk.
"Hey," she says, leaning against the partition with that easy smile she always has. Hana's in operations, a beta like you, competent and friendly without being overbearing. You've worked together on a few cross-departmental projects. She's... easy to talk to. Uncomplicated.
"Hey," you reply, glancing up. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to see if you survived the director's office." She grins. "You were in there a while. Did he tear apart the presentation?"
You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "Not as badly as I expected, actually. Just some formatting stuff and clarifications."
"See? I told you it was solid." Hana pulls up a chair, sitting backward on it with her arms folded over the backrest. "You always overthink these things."
"Because he notices everything," you say, but there's no heat in it. Just fact. "If there's a typo on slide thirty-seven, he'll find it."
"That's because he's a robot," Hana says matter-of-factly. "I'm convinced. No one is that precise naturally."
You snort, an actual, genuine sound that surprises even you. "A robot?"
"Think about it. Have you ever seen him eat? Like, actually eat?"
You pause, considering. "...He has coffee."
"Coffee isn't food. That proves nothing." Hana leans forward conspiratorially. "I bet he plugs into an outlet at night. Charges up. That's why he's always here before everyone else."
The image is so absurd that you can't help it, you laugh.
Really laugh.
Not the polite, professional chuckle you use in meetings. Not the quiet huff you give when something is mildly amusing. An actual laugh that comes from your chest, that makes your shoulders shake slightly, that feels good in a way you haven't felt in weeks.
"That's—" you try to speak through it, "—that's ridiculous."
"Is it though?" Hana grins wider, clearly pleased with herself. "Explain the coffee thing. Explain how he never looks tired. Explain—"
"He's just disciplined," you manage, still smiling. Your cheeks almost hurt from it. When was the last time you smiled like this at work? "Very, very disciplined."
"Disciplined robots. That's what I'm saying."
You shake your head, trying to compose yourself, but the smile won't leave. It sits on your face, warm and comfortable, like something that belongs there. You feel... light. Unburdened. Like you've been holding your breath for months and finally remembered how to exhale.
This is nice.
This is easy.
Just talking. Just existing without the weight of expectation pressing down on your shoulders.
You don't notice the way the temperature drops.
Not at first.
Across the floor, behind glass walls and Venetian blinds angled just enough to provide the illusion of privacy—
Nanami hears it.
Not the words.
The tone.
Light.
Unrestrained.
Wrong.
His pen stills mid-signature, ink pooling slightly on the document beneath it. He doesn't notice. Doesn't care.
Slowly, deliberately, he looks up.
Through the gaps in the blinds, his gaze finds you instantly, like it always does, like some part of him is always aware of exactly where you are in any given space.
And there it is.
That expression.
That softness in your face he's only seen in glimpses, in moments before you notice him watching. That smile you never wear in front of him.
You're laughing.
With someone else.
At something someone else said.
Looking at someone else with that open, unguarded warmth that should be
His jaw tightens.
Something cold and sharp unfurls in his chest, spreading through his ribs like frost. It's not anger. Anger is too hot, too uncontrolled. This is colder. More precise.
Possessive.
Territorial.
Wrong.
The word echoes in his mind as he watches you duck your head slightly, still smiling, still so completely at ease in a way you never are with him. The beta he doesn't even bother learning their name—is leaning too close. Casual. Familiar.
Touching the back of your chair.
Making you laugh.
Taking something that isn't theirs.
Nanami stands.
The movement is fluid, controlled, but there's something deliberate about it. Predatory. He doesn't rush. Doesn't need to.
He simply moves.
You're still smiling when Hana suddenly stops mid-sentence.
Her expression shifts—subtle, but noticeable. The easy warmth drains from her face, replaced by something more cautious. Alert.
"...Did it just get colder?" she asks quietly.
You blink, confused. "What?"
But Hana isn't looking at you anymore.
She's looking past you.
Toward the office.
You feel it then that prickle of awareness at the back of your neck, the one that makes your spine straighten automatically. The one you've learned to recognize over eight months of working under Director Nanami.
You turn.
He's standing just outside his office door.
Watching.
The smile drops from your face immediately. Not completely, you're not sure you could erase it that fast even if you tried, but enough. Enough that your expression shifts back into something more appropriate. More professional.
More careful.
"Director Nanami," you say, standing automatically. Your voice comes out steady, but there's a question in it. "Did you need something?"
He doesn't answer right away.
His gaze flicks once, brief, dismissive, cold toward Hana.
The temperature drops another degree.
Around you, you notice peripherally that conversations have quieted. Someone's phone stops ringing. The coffee machine seems louder in the sudden silence.
Then—
"Leave."
It's quiet.
Flat.
But it isn't directed at you.
Hana stiffens. You see her throat work as she swallows. "I—right. I have that report to finish anyway."
She stands quickly, not quite meeting your eyes. Not looking at him either.
She just... leaves.
Faster than necessary.
You watch her go, confused. The report isn't due until next week. You know because you helped her with part of the data analysis last Thursday.
But before you can process that, Nanami is moving again.
Closer.
Not rushed. Not hesitant.
Measured.
Each step deliberate, like he's already calculated exactly how many it will take to reach you. He stops just inside your personal space, closer than professional, closer than necessary, close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact.
Close enough that you can smell his cologne again, that clean expensive scent that's been clinging to his blazer, the one still draped over your chair.
"You seem," he says slowly, each word precisely placed, "in a good mood."
Your fingers tighten slightly around the edge of your desk. "Just discussing work."
A beat of silence.
His eyes move over your face like he's cataloging something. Like he's trying to memorize exactly what you looked like thirty seconds ago so he can systematically erase it.
"You don't sound like that," he says, voice lower now, dropping into a register that makes something in your head sit up and pay attention, "when you speak to me."
Your breath catches—just slightly. "I—"
"You were smiling."
It's not an accusation.
Like he's pointing out an error in your work. A miscalculation. Something that needs correction.
You don't know how to respond to that. What are you supposed to say? Yes, I was smiling, is that not allowed? It sounds absurd even in your head. So you default to the safest thing, the most professional response you can manage:
"...I'm sorry?"
The words come out uncertain. Questioning.
Because you genuinely don't understand what you're apologizing for.
Silence stretches between you.
Then—
His hand lifts.
You already know what's coming. You've been through this enough times now that it's almost routine. He's going to adjust your collar. Again. Because apparently you're incapable of dressing yourself properly, or because he has standards about professional appearance that border on obsessive, or because
His fingers brush your collar.
Adjusting.
Straightening.
But this time, it's different.
Firmer.
More deliberate.
His thumb presses just enough against the side of your neck.
Right over your gland.
You flinch.
It's instinctive. Immediate. That spot is sensitive in ways you don't fully understand, in ways that make your hindbrain scream too close, too vulnerable, wrong wrong wrong—
"...Director?"
His eyes don't leave your face.
For a moment, something darker flickers there something sharper than his usual controlled calm, something that makes your pulse jump for reasons you can't name.
Then it's gone.
Smoothed over.
Professional.
His hand drops, but slowly. Deliberately. Like he's making a point.
"Prepare your things," he says.
You blink, trying to reorient yourself, trying to push past the lingering sensation of his thumb against your gland. "For...?"
"We're leaving tomorrow."
"...Leaving?"
"A business trip."
Your confusion must show on your face because you're not even trying to hide it anymore. "No one mentioned—"
"I'm mentioning it now."
The finality in his tone shuts down the rest of your question before it can form.
You swallow. "...Where?"
Nanami's hand drops completely from your collar, but his gaze stays.
Heavy.
Intent.
Possessive in a way you don't have the framework to recognize.
"Somewhere," he says, and his voice drops even lower, intimate in a way that makes your skin prickle, "you won't be... distracted."
A pause.
He turns and walks away like nothing happened. Like he didn't just decide something that changes everything for you. Like this is completely normal. You stand there for a moment.
Still.
Trying to piece it together.
A business trip? With him? Alone? You don't remember seeing anything about this on the calendar. Don't remember any emails about client meetings or site visits or conferences.
When did this get scheduled?
Why didn't anyone tell you?
"...What just happened?" you murmur to yourself.
Across the office, you catch sight of Jisoo. She's staring at you wide-eyed, her coffee cup frozen halfway to her mouth.
Minho is at the desk next to her. He looks like he's about to say something, mouth opening slightly. Then he closes it. Thinks better of it. Looks away.
The office is too quiet.
You notice it now the way conversations haven't quite resumed their normal volume. The way people are very carefully not looking in your direction.
The way the air feels heavier.
Thicker.
Wrong.
You shake your head slightly, trying to clear it. You're overthinking this. It's just a business trip. Probably something last-minute. Director Nanami is always getting pulled into unexpected meetings, urgent client situations. This is probably just one of those things.
Professional.
Normal.
You sit back down at your desk, pulling up your calendar to figure out what you'll need to reschedule.
You don't notice the way Jisoo and Minho exchange a look.
You don't notice the way Hana hasn't come back to her desk.
You don't notice the way Director Nanami is standing in his office again, watching you through the blinds.
Still.
Patient.
Satisfied.
Because whatever line existed before whatever boundary separated professional from personal, appropriate from possessive—
He just erased it.
And you have no idea.
Minho knew something was wrong the second you walked past him. After your meeting with him.
It hit him before he even looked up.
Warm.
Deep.
Rich—
Like freshly brewed coffee left too long on a burner, thickening into something darker, heavier.
You were already halfway down the hall, clutching your tablet, completely unaware of the way the air shifted around you. Like a pressure drop. Like a warning.
Minho’s stomach twisted.
“…No way,” he muttered.
Jisoo followed his gaze—and immediately stiffened.
“Oh my god.”
“Do you smell that?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
She nodded slowly. “That’s not just her scent anymore.”
It couldn’t be.
Not like that.
Not this strong.
Not this layered.
They both looked toward the office door just as it clicked shut behind you.
Silence stretched between them.
Then—
“Should we… do something?” Minho asked, though it sounded weak even to him.
Jisoo let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Do what? Walk in there and tell him to stop?”
Minho didn’t answer.
Because they both knew who him was.
Director Nanami didn’t just run their department—he controlled it. Every promotion, every evaluation, every transfer.
And right now?
He was marking someone in broad daylight.
A few before your meeting had rapped up. Minho couldn’t help it.
He passed by the office.
Just… to check.
That’s all.
The glass wall made everything visible.
Too visible.
You were sitting across from the desk, shoulders slightly hunched, clearly nervous but focused, flipping through your notes like this was just another meeting.
Like nothing was wrong.
Like you couldn’t feel it.
Nanami stood beside you.
Not behind his desk.
Not across from you.
Too close.
His hand rested on the back of your chair, fingers curled just enough to brush your shoulder.
Possessive.
Casual.
Intentional.
Minho’s throat went dry.
“…He’s not even hiding it,” he whispered.
Inside, Nanami leaned down slightly, saying something to you calm, composed.
His other hand lifted.
Adjusted your collar.
Again.
Slow.
Deliberate.
His fingers lingered at your neck.
Right over your glands.
Minho physically recoiled.
“Jesus—”
Jisoo grabbed his sleeve, yanking him back before he could stare any longer. “Stop looking. If he notices—”
“He wants people to notice,” Minho cut in under his breath. “That’s the problem.”
They both fell quiet.
Because that was the worst part.
This wasn’t sloppy.
It wasn’t accidental.
It was controlled.
Measured.
A message.
Across the room, someone else spoke up in a hushed voice:
“…Is she seriously not reacting?”
Jisoo shook her head slowly. “I told you her sense of smell is bad.”
Minho exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “So she has no idea she’s basically walking around covered in—”
“—him,” Jisoo finished.
Silence again.
Heavy this time.
Uneasy.
Because now it didn’t feel like gossip anymore.
It felt like watching something unfold that no one was supposed to interfere with.
Something territorial.
Something dangerous.
Minho glanced back at the office one last time.
Through the glass, Nanami had finally returned to his seat.
But his gaze hadn’t left you.
Not once.
It followed every movement.
Every shift.
Every breath.
Like you were something he’d already decided belonged to him
And was just waiting for the rest of the world to accept it.
Minho looked away first.
“…She’s in trouble,” he said quietly.
Jisoo didn’t disagree.
Two weeks later.
The hotel keycard feels too light in your hand.
“That’s… one room,” you say, staring at it like it might change if you look long enough.
Beside you, Nanami doesn’t even glance down.
“Yes.”
You blink. “…There has to be a mistake.”
“There isn’t.”
Simple.
Final.
You hesitate. “I can go back to the front desk—”
“No.”
The word cuts clean through your sentence.
You go quiet.
He finally looks at you then calm, composed, like always.
But there’s something under it.
Something that makes your chest tighten.
“It’s late,” he continues. “We have an early meeting. This is the most efficient arrangement.”
Efficient.
Right.
That makes sense.
It has to.
“…Okay,” you murmur.
The room is quiet when the door shuts behind you.
Too quiet.
You set your bag down quickly, moving toward the window, the desk anywhere that isn’t standing in the middle of the room with him.
There’s only one bed.
You try not to look at it.
“I can take the couch,” you say quickly, even though there isn’t really one just a small love seat by the window.
Nanami sets his things down with deliberate calm.
“That won’t be necessary.”
Your stomach tightens.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind—”
“I said,” he interrupts, voice low, “it won’t be necessary, I'll take the couch.”
Silence.
You nod.
Nanami watches you move around the room. Too aware. Too careful. Keeping distance.
Always keeping distance. It irritates him more than it should. More than it ever has.
Because not to long ago at work.
That laugh.
That smile.
It replays in his mind with perfect clarity.
Not for him.
Never for him.
His jaw tightens slightly.
Unacceptable.
You feel his presence before you see him.
Close again.
Always close.
“Turn around.”
You freeze for a second then obey.
“…Yes?”
His gaze drags over your face, slower than it should be.
Assessing.
Measuring.
Like he’s looking for something that’s no longer there.
“…You’re quieter now,” he says.
You frown slightly. “We’re not at the office.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
You don’t know how to answer that.
So you don’t.
His hand lifts.
Your breath catches automatically.
Fingers brush your collar adjusting, like always.
But this time, there’s no one watching.
No glass walls.
No coworkers.
Just you.
And him.
His thumb presses lightly against your neck.
Right over your gland.
You flinch.
“…You react,” he murmurs.
Confusion flickers across your face. “To being touched?”
A pause.
His eyes darken bjust slightly.
“You don’t react to me.”
Your brows pull together. “I do. I listen. I—”
“That’s not what I mean.”
His voice drops.
Quieter.
He steps closer. Close enough that your back nearly hits the edge of the desk.
“At work, before” he says, “you were… different.”
Your heart starts beating faster, though you’re not sure why.
“I was just talking—”
“You were smiling.”
There it is again. That same observation. That same weight behind it.
You swallow. “…I smile sometimes.”
“Not like that.”
The words come out softer.
More controlled.
But they land heavier.
Nanami’s thoughts narrow, sharpen. He can still feel it. That shift in you.That warmth you give so easily to others. while standing so carefully, so neutrally, with him. As if he’s something to endure. Not something to want. His fingers press more firmly against your neck.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to remind.
To ground.
To claim.
You don’t even realize what you are.
How you affect him.
How long he’s allowed this distance to exist.
Too long.
Your breath stutters slightly. “Director… Nanami?”
A warning.
A question.
You’re not even sure which.
His name sounds different like this.
Softer.
Uncertain.
He notices.
Of course he does.
His grip loosens, but doesn’t disappear.
“…You don’t understand,” he says quietly.
“Understand what?”
A pause.
Then—
“You will.”
Something in your chest tightens at that.
“…This is just a work trip,” you say, like you’re trying to convince both of you.
Nanami’s gaze holds yours. Unblinking.
“No,” he says.
The word is calm.
Certain.
Terrifying in how simple it is.
“It isn’t.”
Silence stretches between you.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
You don’t know what he means.
But you feel it.
That something has shifted.
That the lines you thought were there
aren’t anymore.
Nanami finally steps back. Just enough to give you space.
Not enough to feel safe.
“We'll go over everything during dinner,” he says.
Like nothing happened.
Like everything is still under control.
But as he turns away
his thoughts settle into something firm.
Decided.
Measured.
It’s time.
No more distance.
No more misunderstandings.
No more watching you give pieces of yourself to people who don’t recognize what they’re being given. You don’t know it yet.
But you will.
Soon.
The knock comes at seven-thirty.
You've been staring at your laptop for the past twenty minutes, the same paragraph of the presentation blurring in and out of focus. The room is nice too nice, actually. The kind of hotel room that makes you acutely aware of the budget approval Nanami must have signed off on. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a king bed with crisp white linens, a sitting area with a couch and love seat that probably costs more than your monthly rent.
You're changed into something professional but comfortable,a soft sweater and slacks, because you'd showered and changed after the flight, trying to wash away the anxiety that's been clinging to your skin since this morning, after Nanami went out for some work related stuff, do he said.
It doesn't work.
When you open the door, Nanami is standing there in his shirtsleeves, jacket discarded, top button undone. It's the most casual you've ever seen him, and somehow that makes it worse.
More intimate.
More real.
"I ordered dinner," he says. "It should arrive shortly."
You blink. "Oh I was going to just order something light—"
"We need to discuss tomorrow's agenda, as I said before." His tone is matter-of-fact. Professional.
Of course it is.
Of course this is about work.
You step aside, letting him in, and try to ignore the way your heart rate picks up as he moves past you into your space. He's carrying a leather portfolio and his own laptop this really is just a working dinner. You're being ridiculous.
"I hope you don't mind," he continues, setting his things on the small dining table by the window. "I took the liberty of ordering wine as well. The hotel has an excellent selection."
"That's—that's fine," you manage.
You do mind, actually. Not the wine itself, but the thoughtfulness of it. The consideration. It feels too personal, too attentive, and you don't know what to do with that.
Room service arrives fifteen minutes later—two attendants wheeling in covered dishes, a bottle of red wine already opened to breathe, proper glassware that catches the light. Nanami tips them generously and waits until they leave before gesturing to the table.
"Sit."
You do.
The food is beautiful—some kind of fish with delicate sauce, roasted vegetables, a small salad. The kind of meal that requires you to think about which fork to use. Nanami serves the wine himself, pouring yours first.
The glass is fuller than you expected.
"Thank you," you murmur.
He pours his own barely two fingers and sets the bottle within easy reach.
Your reach, you'll realize later.
Not his.
The first sip of wine helps.
It's good smooth and rich, the kind of wine you'd never order for yourself because you wouldn't know what to look for. It warms your throat, settles in your chest, takes the edge off the nervous energy that's been humming under your skin all day.
Nanami opens his laptop, pulling up tomorrow's schedule. "The client meeting is at nine. I'll handle the initial presentation, but I want you to lead the technical breakdown."
You nod, taking another sip. Focusing on work helps too. This is familiar territory. Safe.
"I've prepared supplementary materials," you say, pulling up your own files. "The cost-benefit analysis and the implementation timeline—"
"Good." His eyes flick to you briefly before returning to his screen. "Walk me through your approach."
So you do.
And as you talk, you drink.
Not consciously at first. Just your glass is there, and your throat is dry from talking, and the wine makes everything feel slightly less intense. Slightly more manageable.
You don't notice when you finish the first glass.
But Nanami does.
He reaches for the bottle without breaking eye contact with his screen, refilling your glass with the same casual efficiency he does everything.
"Continue," he says.
By the time you're halfway through the main course, you've lost track of how much you've had.
Three glasses? Four?
The bottle is significantly lighter than it was.
But you feel better. Looser. The anxiety that's been coiled in your chest since this morning has finally started to unwind. You're talking more freely now, gesturing with your fork as you explain your reasoning for certain data points, even laughing softly when you catch a small error in your own notes.
"I can't believe I missed that," you say, shaking your head. "I checked this three times."
"You're thorough," Nanami says. "But not infallible."
There's something in his tone, something almost warm that makes you glance up.
He's watching you.
Not your screen. Not the documents.
You.
"I just—I want it to be perfect," you admit. The wine has made you honest in ways you wouldn't normally allow. "You have high standards. I don't want to disappoint you."
Something flickers in his expression.
"You haven't," he says quietly.
The weight of his gaze makes your skin feel warm. You take another sip of wine to cover the flush creeping up your neck.
Nanami's own glass sits mostly untouched beside his plate. He'd taken one sip early on you'd seen it peripherally, but it hasn't moved since.
You don't notice.
You're too focused on the way the room feels smaller now, warmer, the city lights beyond the window blurring into soft halos.
"Tell me something," Nanami says suddenly.
You blink, pulled from your thoughts. "What?"
"Earlier. In the office." He sets down his fork with deliberate precision. "You were laughing. With that beta from operations."
Your stomach tightens slightly. "Hana? We were just—"
"You seemed comfortable."
It's not a question.
You shift in your seat. "She's easy to talk to."
"And I'm not."
The words hang between you.
You open your mouth. Close it. The wine has made you too honest, but not honest enough to say what you're thinking: You terrify me. You make me second-guess everything. I can never tell if I'm doing well or failing, if you're pleased or disappointed, if I'm—
"You're my boss," you say instead. "It's different."
"Different how?"
You take another drink, buying time. The wine is making everything feel slightly unreal, like you're watching this conversation happen to someone else.
"I don't know," you admit. "It just is."
Nanami leans back in his chair, and the movement draws your attention to the way his shirt pulls across his shoulders, the way the lamplight catches the sharp line of his jaw.
You look away quickly.
Too quickly.
He notices.
Of course he does.
"You're nervous," he observes.
"I'm not—"
"You've had five glasses of wine."
Your hand freezes halfway to your glass. Five? That can't be right. You'd been keeping track—
Except you hadn't. You look at the bottle. It's nearly empty.
When did that happen?
"I'm sorry," you say automatically. "I didn't mean to—I'll pay for—"
"I don't care about the wine." His voice is quiet. Controlled. But there's something underneath it that makes your pulse jump. "I care that you feel you need it, but right now I'm not complaining it'll help with tonight."
The concern in his tone catches you off-guard.
He sounds... worried. Considerate. Like a boss who's noticed his employee is struggling and wants to help.
That's all this is, you tell yourself. Professional concern.
"I'm just—" You struggle to find the words. The wine has made your thoughts fuzzy, harder to organize. "This is new. Being here. Alone. With you. I mean—not alone, obviously we're working, but—"
You're rambling.
You never ramble.
"I understand," Nanami says.
And the way he says it low and certain makes something in your chest constrict.
He stands, and for a moment you think he's leaving, that you've made this too awkward, that you've crossed some line.
But he doesn't move toward the door.
He moves toward you.
Your breath catches as he stops beside your chair. Close enough that you can smell his cologne again, that clean expensive scent that's been haunting you all day.
"You don't need to be nervous," he says quietly.
His hand lifts—
And for a moment, you think he's going to touch you.
But he just reaches past you, picking up the wine bottle.
"You've had enough," he says.
It's not a suggestion.
You nod mutely, not trusting your voice.
Nanami sets the bottle on the far counter, out of reach, and when he turns back, his expression is unreadable.
He'd needed to see it.
Needed to watch you soften.
Needed to hear you talk without that careful professional filter you always maintain.
Needed to confirm what he already knew:
That underneath all that competence and control, you're vulnerable.
Uncertain.
His.
"You should stand," he says. "Sitting too long after drinking."
It sounds reasonable. Considerate, even.
You push yourself up from the chair, and the room tilts just slightly. Not enough to lose your balance, but enough that you have to steady yourself against the table.
Nanami's hand is there immediately.
On your elbow. Steadying you.
"Careful."
His voice is closer than it should be.
You turn your head, and he's right there, close enough that you can see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, the precise edge of his collar, the way his throat moves when he swallows.
"I'm fine," you manage. "Just—the wine—"
"I know."
Something in his tone makes your skin prickle.
He doesn't step back.
Instead, his hand slides from your elbow to your upper arm, and the touch is warm even through your sweater. Grounding. You should pull away this is too close, too familiar, but the wine has made everything feel slightly distant, like you're watching this happen through frosted glass.
"You're flushed," Nanami observes.
His other hand lifts, and you think he's going to touch your face, check for fever, something professional and appropriate.
But he doesn't.
His fingers brush against your collar instead.
The same gesture he's done a dozen times in his office, adjusting fabric that doesn't need adjusting.
Except this time, his knuckles graze the side of your neck.
Right over your scent gland.
Your breath catches.
"Director—"
"Nanami," he corrects quietly. "We're not in the office."
The intimacy of it, his first name, spoken in this low voice, in this hotel room with the city lights blurring beyond the window, makes something flutter in your chest.
His hand is still at your collar.
Still touching your neck.
And then he leans in.
Not quickly. Not suddenly.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Like he's giving you time to stop him.
But you don't.
You can't.
The wine has made you slow, made your thoughts thick and syrupy, and by the time you realize what's happening, his face is already near the curve of your neck.
Not touching.
Just—
Close.
You feel the warmth of his breath against your skin first.
Then the deliberate, measured inhale.
He's—
He's scenting you.
The realization cuts through the fog, sharp and sudden.
Alphas don't do this. Not casually. Not with colleagues. This is intimate. Possessive. This is—
"Director—" Your voice comes out breathless. Uncertain.
"Shh." The sound is barely a whisper against your throat. "You're trembling."
You are.
You didn't realize it until he said it, but your whole body is shaking, fine tremors that you can't control, can't stop.
"I'm just—" You try to form words, try to explain, but his nose brushes against the sensitive skin below your ear and all thought scatters.
Another inhale.
Deeper this time.
Like he's drawing your scent into himself. Memorizing it. Claiming it.
Your hands come up instinctively to push him away, to steady yourself, you're not sure but they just hover uselessly in the air between you.
"You smell different when you're relaxed," Nanami murmurs.
The words vibrate against your skin.
"Less guarded. More..." He pauses, and you feel rather than see the slight curve of his mouth. "...honest."
This isn't professional.
This isn't appropriate.
This is—
But the wine has made everything soft and hazy, and his hand is still on your arm, grounding you, and the warmth of him is seeping into your skin, and you can't quite make your body move away.
Can't quite make yourself.
"I don't—" You swallow hard. "I don't understand."
"I know."
His nose traces up the line of your throat, following your pulse.
Another inhale.
Your knees feel weak.
"This is—we shouldn't—"
"Why not?"
The question is so simple. So direct.
And you don't have an answer.
Or rather, you have a dozen answers because he's your boss, because this is inappropriate, because you're drunk and he's not, because this feels like something you can't take back, but none of them make it past the fog in your head.
"I'm just checking," Nanami says, his voice still that same low, reasonable tone. "You were nervous earlier. Anxious. I want to make sure you're alright."
That's—
That's all this is?
A wellness check?
It sounds absurd even as you think it, but the alternative is too overwhelming to process.
"I'm fine," you whisper.
"Are you?"
His hand slides from your arm to your waist, and the touch is so warm, so steady, that you find yourself leaning into it without meaning to.
"Your heart is racing," he observes.
It is.
You can feel it hammering against your ribs, can hear the blood rushing in your ears.
"That's just—the wine—"
"Is it?"
Another inhale, this one right at the junction of your neck and shoulder. The most sensitive part of your scent gland. Your whole body shudders.
A soft sound escapes your throat, not quite a gasp, not quite a whimper and you feel Nanami's grip on your waist tighten fractionally.
Possessive.
Satisfied.
"You're so responsive," he murmurs, and there's something in his voice that makes heat pool low in your stomach. "Even when you don't understand why."
You should ask what he means.
Should demand an explanation.
Should move.
But you don't.
You just stand there, trembling, while he breathes you in like you're something ... Something he's been waiting for.
Something that's already his.
When he pulls back this time, something has changed.
You see it in his eyes first the careful control that's been there all evening, all these months, finally cracking at the edges.
Not breaking.
Shifting.
"The bed," he says.
Not a suggestion. A statement of fact.
His hands guide you backward, and your legs hit the mattress before you realize you've moved. The wine makes everything slow, makes your protests form too late, makes your body comply before your mind catches up.
"Wait—"
"No."
The word is quiet. Absolute.
He follows you down as you sink onto the sheets, his weight settling over you with deliberate precision. Not crushing. Commanding.
Your hands come up to push him away, to create space but he catches your wrists. Both of them. Pins them above your head with one hand.
The ease of it makes your breath catch.
"Director—"
"Nanami." His free hand traces down your side, slow and purposeful. "Say it."
You shake your head, and his grip on your wrists tightens fractionally.
"Say. It."
"Nanami—" It comes out breathless. Uncertain.
"Good."
His hand finds the hem of your sweater, and you feel the cool air against your skin as he pushes the fabric up. Not roughly. Methodically. Like he's unwrapping something he's been patient about for far too long.
"We can't—" You try to twist away, but his weight keeps you pinned. "This isn't—"
"It is."
Two words. Certain as gravity.
His mouth finds your throat again, and this time there's no pretense of checking on you, no professional distance. He's marking you. Claiming you. His teeth graze your scent gland and your whole body arches involuntarily.
The sound you make is mortifying.
"That's it," he murmurs against your skin. "Stop thinking."
His hand slides lower, and you feel his fingers hook into your waistband.
"No—wait—" The protest is weak even to your own ears.
"You're not saying no." His voice is dark. Knowing. "Your body is saying yes."
And he's right.
You hate that he's right.
Your hips have tilted toward his touch. Your breathing has gone shallow and quick. The wine has made everything feel distant and immediate at once, and you can't quite make your body obey your mind.
Can't quite make yourself want him to stop.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric, and the first touch against your slick heat makes you gasp.
"Already wet," he observes. Not surprised. Satisfied.
"That's not—I don't—"
"Shh."
His fingers move with the same deliberate precision he does everything. Circling. Pressing. Finding exactly where you're most sensitive with devastating accuracy.
Your back arches off the bed.
"Please—"
"Please what?" His thumb finds your clit, and the pressure is perfect, maddening. "Please stop? Or please don't?"
You can't answer.
Can't think.
"please don't"
The wine and his touch have turned your thoughts to static, and all you can do is feel, his weight, his heat, his fingers working you with methodical intent.
"I've been patient," Nanami says quietly. "So patient. Watching you. Waiting for you to understand."
His fingers slide inside you, and the stretch makes you whimper.
"But you never did." He curls them, finding that spot that makes your vision blur. "So I'll make you understand now."
"I can't—this is—"
"Mine." The word is final. Possessive. "You're mine. You've always been mine."
His thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers moving faster, and you feel the pressure building low in your belly inevitable, overwhelming.
"Say it," he commands.
You shake your head, even as your body tightens around his fingers.
"cum, and be my Good girl."
The praise shouldn't affect you like it does.
Shouldn't make you clench around his fingers, shouldn't make heat flood through you, shouldn't make you want—
But it does.
His fingers drive deeper, his thumb circling with relentless precision, and you feel yourself coming apart under his touch. Not gently. Not slowly.
Completely.
The orgasm hits you like a wave, and you cry out—his name, a plea, you're not sure—as your body convulses around his fingers.
He doesn't stop.
Doesn't slow.
Works you through it with the same methodical intensity, drawing out every tremor, every aftershock, until you're shaking and oversensitive and completely undone.
Only then does he withdraw his hand.
You lie there, gasping, your mind foggy and your body boneless.
Nanami shifts above you, and you feel him removing his belt. The sound of the buckle is loud in the quiet room.
"Wait—" Your voice is weak. Slurred. "I can't—"
"You can." He positions himself between your thighs, and you feel the blunt pressure of him against your entrance. "And you will."
"Please—"
"I know." His hand cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek with unexpected gentleness. "I know you're scared. I know you don't understand."
He pushes forward, slow and inexorable, and the stretch is overwhelming.
"But you will," he promises. "By morning, you'll understand exactly what you are to me."
He sinks deeper, and your body accepts him too easily, too perfectly like you were made for this.
Made for him.
"Mine," he murmurs again, and this time it sounds like a vow.
Description: (Yandere! Ancient Chinese Empress x Concubine! Reader) You are the newest addition to His Majesty the Emperor's vast and ever-growing harem. And despite your best efforts to avoid all the drama, the palace intrigue still finds a way into your life. (6.2K words)
Warnings: overall yandere themes, power imbalance, prolonged physical punishment (kneeling), reader gets bullied and physically abused (slapped), mentions of death (not reader), depictions of body, reader has it a little rough, but she gets her lick back lowkey
Your marriage was a purely transactional affair. You came from a humble family of scholars that currently had the Emperor's favor. Your status allowed you to marry intoImperial harem with a decent title, but it wasn't grand enough to make anyone really care.
You had stepped foot in the palace in your wedding robe, the grim look on your face hidden by your opaque red veil. Honestly, with the lack of dancing and overall celebration, your wedding procession felt more like a funeral.
You were dropped off rather unceremoniously into the palace, your new home. You peaked underneath your veil to catch a glimpse of the place you'd live in for the rest of your days. With its high walls and guards patrolling every corner, the place felt more like a prison than a palace. Still, you supposed there were worse fates than being married to the most powerful man in the country.
Your veil blocking your view, you were guided by hands with faces unknown. They were most definitely servants of the palace, your new assigned attendants. While some concubines were able to bring their childhood ladies in waiting with them, you were afforded no such luxury.
Up until recently, your family had been too poor to afford servants. Which meant you did all the menial chores and housework while your brother struggled to earn a few copper coins on the street. You wondered if you'd ever get used to having people serving you after a life of grueling work. You wondered if you'd ever become accustomed to the luxury of the palace after living in abject poverty. Probably not, but who were you to complain?
The palace attendants dutifully guided you to your new courtyard and room, sitting you down on your new bed with measured care. With the veil on you could only really see your feet, but you could still catch glimpses of the room.
The servants hadn't even bothered to decorate the place. You stared at the dark blue comforter. They hadn't even bothered to switch it to a red one despite knowing it was your wedding. You guessed they knew that the Emperor wouldn't bother seeing his new bride, and so they didn't bother with any of the usual formalities.
Still, customs were customs. So you sat there waiting patiently for the groom you've never once met. You sat for hours upon hours, watching the sun gradually set through the corners of your opaque veil. Finally, your maid, Li Hua, as you've recently learned, spoke up.
“It seems His Majesty is busy tonight. I think your ladyship would not be scolded for going to bed a little early,” Li Hua said politely. That's fine. You weren't arrogant enough to expect the Emperor's attention, let alone a fairytale wedding.
With an exasperated sigh, you tore off your own wedding veil. You were breaking an age-old tradition, but who cares? It's not like your groom was there to take it off for you. You were glad to finally take it off, you felt as if you could finally breathe. Now you could take in your new room and subsequently your new life in full.
As far as palace accommodations went, you shortly didn't draw the short end of the stick. You had your own room that was fairly sizable and fully furnished. Although other consorts and concubines might have complained about its simplicity, this was far more than you ever expected. All in all, you were satisfied. No, more than that, you were happy. It looked like a quaint little place to live quietly.
That night you went to bed early, knowing you had to get up before dawn the next day to greet the Empress. You dozed off dreaming of lower walls.
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The next morning, you woke before the crack of dawn to greet the Empress. As a newly appointed Imperial Concubine in his Majesty's harem, you dared not shirk this responsibility. The last thing you wanted was to be branded as another arrogant mistress. Or to draw undue attention to yourself.
You spent the morning scrambling through your wardrobe for something elegant but plain. You were terrified of being underdressed but at the same time feared potentially insulting the Empress if you showed up in your finest.
Dressed in the least offensive clothing you could find, you went to Her Majesty's courtyard just after the sun settled in the sky. Her courtyard was filled to the brim with white chrysanthemums. An odd choice of flower for an Empress, but you supposed no one dared to comment on it.
While entering her Majesty's palace residence, you kept your eyes down. Your head was slightly bowed as you entered, your maid in tow. You took note of the other ladies of the palace seated in the room. It looks like her Majesty was having an early morning tea party.
Without looking up, you took a few steps closer to Her Majesty. Once you were but a few feet away from her, you bowed as elegantly as you could while sitting on your knees.
“This Imperial Consort greets Your Majesty the Empress,” you said, as if reciting lines from a play. You dare meet her gaze. Your knees ached against the hardwood floor as you waited on baited breath for Her Majesty to acknowledge you.
After what felt like eternity, the Empress finally deigned to spare your knees.
“No need for formalities. Please, rise.”
You were happy not to have to kneel for much longer, but you knew better than to let your guard down so soon. Slowly, you raised your head from its bow. As you were about to rise from your knees, you paused.
You had never seen the Empress before. Sure you've seen plenty of portraits of her. Now, finally face to face with Empress Yujing, you could say that none of them have done her any justice.
All of her portraits painted her as soft and matronly. In reality, that couldn't be farther from the truth. You could only compare her to a blade glimmering in candlelight before a strike. Or perhaps a long necked heron moments before snapping the neck of its prey.
Her long, dark hair was pinned elaborately in place, adorned by fine silver and pearl ornaments. Her robes were made of the finest silk, with careful silver embroidery. Her earrings alone could have bought your brother a brand new calligraphy set. You couldn't help but stare for a moment to take in such a rare beauty draped in decadence.
At the sight of staring, the Empress’ red painted lips pulled into a smile.
A sharp cleverness lingered in her pitch black eyes, one that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You realized she was watching you. Waiting.
You stood, straightening your back completely. Making sure your eyes were glued to the ground, you put on the most polite smile you could muster. Empress Yujing seemed like the discerning type, one you definitely did not want to offend.
“Most bring me a gift when they first come to pay their respects.” The Empress said with a slight lilt to her voice. Every word she spoke sounded as if she were reciting some forgotten poem. “I wonder, what have you brought, Little Concubine?”
You blanched. Your family was all but inconsequential until recently, so you weren't caught up on the proper etiquette. You had no idea that you had to bring a gift for Her Majesty. Her eyes leered at you expectantly as she hid her obvious smile behind the sleeves of her formal dress.
All eyes in the room were on you. You could hear some of the other concubines and consorts poorly hide their own chuckles and smirks. In Her Majesty's serving parlor, their judgment upon you was a tangible weight upon your shoulders.
Your mouth worked quicker than your mind could process.
“I did not bring a gift for your Majesty,” you confessed honestly. The onlooking consorts either feigned offense or outright laughed at your misfortune. None extended their sympathy to you. You hid your own emotions behind a wall of polite indifference. “If your Majesty will allow it, I have something else to offer you.”
By the grace of the heavens or by sheer boredom, Her Majesty nodded, granting you permission to continue.
You extended your hands out to her in thanks, as if worshipping a deity. You supposed you were, in a sense. If The Emperor was chosen by the heavens, why couldn't his wife be as well?
“Your Majesty,” you began. “ This Concubine was born to a family of scholars, but I do not have the same gift with words as my brother. This Concubine is of humble origins, so I have nothing worthy to give you.” You inhaled deeply, readying yourself for whatever was to come for your next words. “All I can offer is my most sincere loyalty to you.”
You bowed again, this time fully prostrating yourself. Your forehead touched the ground. A beat of silence passed.
A chill crept over your exposed neck. You wondered if a blade hung there, waiting to execute you. If the Empress would accept your humble gift or would plot your death where you stood. Knowing some of the rumors that surrounded her-- perhaps both.
“Loyalty?” The Empress said aloud, as if pondering the meaning of the word. You could hear the slight surprise in her voice. Perhaps no one has ever offered her such a thing before?
“Very well.” She said plainly. You could almost cry in relief. “I accept your gift.”
“Really?!” You raised your head a little too quickly, almost beaming. The smile on your face was genuine, but this was neither the time nor the place. You corrected yourself immediately, closing your lips. “This humble servant offers her most sincere gratitude to Your Majesty.”
Your Majesty seemed to smile back at you. Maybe you had misjudged her. Maybe she was more than the cold exterior she gave off.
A slow sip of a tea cup you hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
“Of course, someone loyal would kneel in a courtyard to demonstrate their devotion. Perhaps for hours?”
Her voice shattered any illusion of her kindness. Of course it would never be that easy.
“Yes,” Her Majesty said, clearly speaking to herself. “I think kneeling for three hours is an appropriate display of loyalty. Don't you, Mei-mei?”
Biting back a nasty expression as well as an even nastier comment, you extended another curt bow. While the Empress phrased it like a suggestion, you really didn't have a choice in the matter. If the Mother of the nation wished for it, you could only comply. You willed your expression into neutrality.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
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Three hours later and your knees were killing you. It was bad enough that almost every person who passed you- regardless of their rank- sneered at you. The only person who stood by you solemnly was your maid Li Hua. When she tried to kneel alongside you, you insisted she shouldn't suffer from your mistake. By the time your punishment had passed, the sun was already starting to set.
You stood, your legs shaking like a newborn doe. Your knees were probably bruised like hell, but you had lost all feelings in your leg by hour two. Li Hua helped you stand, letting you use her as support as your legs trembled uncontrollably.
It was a genuine struggle to get back to your room, but what a relief it was to collapse into your bed.
“I think the Empress hates me,” you quietly confessed to your maid.
“Don't say that!” Li Hua hurried to correct you. Her eyes darted around nervously. “Someone might overhear you!”
“Let them. I think Her Majesty has made her dislike of me known to everyone in the palace already.” You groaned, burying your face into your pillow.
That quiet, unremarkable life you imagined became more and more unattainable by the hour. You've only been here a day, and yet you've already suffered such embarrassment. How on Earth could you ever show your face in the palace now?
“I think Her Majesty and you have just started off on the wrong foot, My Lady. I'm sure you can win her over.” Li Hua started dutifully taking the decorative pins out of your hair, letting the tresses fall on your back. “I'm sure once Her Majesty gets to know you, her heart will warm to you just like mine did.”
“Thank you, Li Hua.” You gave her a small smile.
She was now gently combing your hair, careful not to pull on any knots or tangles. “Think nothing of it, My Lady. Just have hope. The Empress will come around eventually.”
“I hope so.” You let loose another groan, followed by a sigh. You turned off your stomach and onto your back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. “I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”
“Keep trying, My Lady. Why don't you get some rest? I'll go do some chores.”
Completely exhausted, you nodded. Your eyes were already lulling to sleep. You thanked her weakly as you laid your head down to rest. Not a second later your eyes closed as you drifted off into sleep. This time, you dreamed of home and of a fine horse-hair ink brush meant for your brother.
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The pain in your knees woke you up. Your eyes opened to the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. You winced, throwing the covers off you. Li Hua must have tucked you in. Honestly, you weren't sure what you had done in a past life to have found such a genuine person in such an impersonal, cold place.
In the pale light of the moon you could see the ugly purple, red, and yellow bruising littering your legs. You weren’t sure if it hurt more than it looked or vice versa. Either way, you knew you weren't sleeping soundly tonight. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you waited for morning to come.
The Sun couldn't come soon enough. Naturally, Li Hua came to your chamber to attend to you. At the sight of her legs, though, she nearly fainted. She insisted you call the royal physician, a request you vehemently denied. As if any Imperial physicians would give you the time of day after her Majesty made her contempt for you so clear.
Confined to strict bed rest thanks to Li Hua, you spent the rest of your day idly reading. After a few hours of that, you were bored to tears. Thankfully, your boredom was cut short by a surprise visitor.
“My Lady,” Li Hua said with a bow. You gently flicked her brow in a teasing manner as punishment. You must have told her ten times already to forego all formalities in private.
She rubbed her forehead, sticking out her tongue at you before continuing. “Noble Consort Zhao Yanfei is here to visit you.”
At such news, you almost asked Li Hua to repeat herself. Imperial Consort Yanfei far outranked you. In fact the only person in the harem she didn't outrank was the Empress herself. Why on Earth would she dare to visit you? Especially after yesterday's turn of events?
“Let her in, Li Hua.” Regardless of your own personal astonishment, Imperial Consort Yanfei was also on the list of people you dared not offend. “And brew some tea, please.”
Not much later, you entered the receiving room. “This Imperial Concubine greets the Imperial Consort.” You moved to bow despite the pain in your knees.
“No need,” the Imperial Consort said. “Please, sit. I'm sure you're in enough pain as it is.”
You schooled your face into a passive expression, despite her biting remarks. Has Yangfei only come to proverbially rub salt in your wound?
Still, etiquette and status demanded you not to offend her. You sat at the table, and Li Hua came to place a steaming cup of tea in front of the both of you. You took the moment to steal a glance at Consort Yanfei.
She was beautiful in the traditional sense. Yanfei was all soft curves and features, paired with a voice smoother than satin. The spitting image of a wife and mother. You could easily see why His Majesty favored her. No wonder she had already given birth to a little prince and princess.
A pregnant pause filled the room as you waited for her to break the silence.
“Ah, Mei-mei? I can call you that, right?” Yangfei finally broke the awkward silence “I heard about what happened yesterday. I feel terrible about it and wanted to extend my sympathies to you.”
You took a long sip of your tea, hoping to hide your skepticism. While you might have been new here, you weren't naive. Nothing in this palace was ever that simple. If she truly felt that way, why hadn't she advocated for you?
“I promise I'm not just saying these things to you.” Consort Yanfei reached over the table to place her hands over hers. “You remind me so much of my younger sister. Whenever I look at you, I can't help but feel great affection for you.”
The Consort looked at her maid, who wordlessly sat down a jar on the table. “This is for you. It's a medicine made with ginseng. It'll help the swelling and reduce scarring.” Consort Yanfei smiled warmly at you. Something about the tenderness in her large, warm brown eyes made you yearn from your family.
“Thank you for your concern, Imperial Consort,” you said noncommittally. Last time you believed in the kindness of someone's heart, you ended up kneeling for three hours. You wouldn't make the same mistake again. So you let her speak as you took another long sip of your tea.
Zhao Yanfei squeezed your hands reassuringly. She gave care in the strange maternal way that was so unfamiliar to you. “Mei-mei, this might be too forward but… I'm sure you heard the rumors.” Yanfei leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. You assumed she was speaking the rumors going around that Empress Yujing was barren. “You seem smart, Mei-mei. Careful. I like that.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Tell me, what do you think? Do you think the Emperor favors women who are warm and gentle? Or does he prefer those who are cold and indifferent? I wonder what kind of woman would be best at his side.”
Your eyes went wide. Although she didn't say it outright, you understood perfectly what she was implying. Consort Yanfei wanted to become the next Empress and she was asking you to pick sides.
You saw Yanfei in a new light. So she wasn't all motherly warmth after all. She had to be at least a little cold to come to you now. Any person who went through what you did would reasonably hate the Empress. You currently were at your most vulnerable. Nearly anybody with a semblance of intelligence would jump at the opportunity to make friends with a powerful ally, the only person with the means to actually be a threat to Her Majesty. Not you, though.
You pulled her hands away from her as if she were on fire. “Apologies, Imperial Consort. I fear this Concubine cannot afford your sisterhood. I am only interested in a quiet, simple life, unbothered by the world.” You stood with some difficulty, your maid coming to help you. You refused to involve yourself with palace intrigue.
“And someone as humble as I cannot accept such an expensive gift made with such precious medicine. Please use it on yourself, Imperial Consort Zhao.”
With some help from Li Hua, you managed a courteous bow. “Thank you for your kind visit. Li Hua, please see the Imperial Consort out. I'm afraid I'm not feeling well.”
Under the mask of Zhao Yanfei's kindness and care, you could see the rage that boiled just below the surface. She was clearly annoyed. Ostensibly because you, a lowly concubine, had the gall to deny her. She picked up the jar of medicine set on the table. “I see, Imperial Concubine. Farewell.”
She left without another word.
You let your shoulders sag as soon as the coast was clear. You sighed exasperatedly. It was only your second day here, how have you managed to make not one, but two powerful enemies already?
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The next few days were relatively peaceful. You did in fact break your strict bed rest, unable to sit still for long without being bored to tears. Despite her insistence of otherwise, you and Li Hua took turns during various chores around your courtyard. Unfortunately, your moving around most definitely slowed the healing process, but it's not like you cared. It'll heal eventually.
About a week later, Li Hua rushed to you with a seemingly random invitation to the Empress’ palace. You obeyed, of course, but couldn't stop yourself from dragging your feet along the way. What was this summons even about? Did Her Majesty wish to bully you around even more?
This time you met her in her courtyard, surrounded by blooming white chrysanthemums.
You felt severe deja vu as you bowed to greet the Empress once again. “This Imperial Concubine extends her greetings to Her Majesty.”
“No need. Please, sit. Have some tea.” The Empress gestured to the padded wooden seat next to her.
You hid your disdainful expressionless behind your billowing sleeves. Your recent experience has shown you that people are only kind in the palace for two reasons. One: they want a favor. Two: they want to smile as they twist the knife in your back. But seeing as you had no right to refuse, you sat beside her.
A maid handed you a steaming cup of jasmine tea. Not wanting to be impolite, you idly sipped it.
“You must hate me.” Empress Yujing said suddenly. You almost spit out the tea you were drinking. How could her Majesty be so blunt?
Did your face give it away? That was not good. You really didn't want to be punished again. Panicked, you scrambled to think of a lie to placate her. “Your Majesty-” you started, only to be rudely cut off.
The Empress held up a delicate hand, stopping your words with just a gesture. “Your face says it plainly. You're a terrible liar.” Her Majesty only looked amused at the expression painted on her face. “Still, I find it puzzling. Why would a little concubine like yourself, who hates me, not join hands with Consort Yanfei?”
“How did you-?”
“I'm the Empress. Do you think I do not know what transpires in my own home?”
Ah, right. Empress Yujing probably had spies at every corner in the palace. No place was safe from her watchful eyes. You honestly felt stupid for even asking.
“Now, answer the question.” The Empress tapped a single painted nail against the fragile porcelain of her tea cup. You wondered if that clinking was a small sign of her impatience.
Not wanting to test her patience, any further, you answered without thinking. “Well, I swore my loyalty to you, did I not?”
Empress Yujing only smiled, and for the first time, the gesture didn't seem hollow. “Loyalty?” A light glimmered in her dark eyes in mild amusement. “What a funny word to use in this Imperial harem.”
You were getting tired of Her Majesty saying things you didn't quite understand, so your gaze wandered to the plate of pastries in front of her.
“Well, I suppose virtue must be rewarded. Tell me, what would you like? Some medicine for your knees? Jewelry? Gold? Take your pick.”
“Respectfully, Your Majesty, loyalty can't be bought.” Your eyes flickered back to the baked goods. “...But if I might be so bold, most people give treats to people they like.”
Her Majesty laughed out loud at that. Her laughter was more carefree than you imagined. Although you never imagined you'd ever hear her laughter in the first place, she seemed entirely too high strung. “Oh really? Very well. I bestow this plate of flower cakes upon you as a reward.”
She gestured to one of her ladies in waiting. Her maid handed you the plate of confectionaries before scurrying back off from whence she came.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” you said. You stood up to bow rather clumsily thanks to your knee.
“You are dismissed.” The Empress turned her attention back to her tea, turning the cup carefully in her hands. You tried not to be offended at the fact she treated you only like you were some form of fleeting, discardable entertainment. Like she'd had her fill of you and was now tossing you aside.
You bit your tongue as Li Hua helped you leave her garden. You reminded yourself that she was Empress Yujing of the esteemed Wei clan, the wife of the emperor, and you were a simple concubine from a nearly no-name family. There was a line between you, one you would be sure never to cross.
Just as you were about to step foot out of the courtyard, the Empress called to you.
“Oh, and little concubine? Please come visit more often. I've heard that viewing flowers is best in pairs.”
Now that your back was turned and your face was out of sight, you could roll your eyes freely. Like you would ever be so bold as to just show up at the Empress’ palace uninvited.
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For the next two days, you didn't hear a word from Her Majesty. On the third day, a maid from the Empress’ palace had dropped by and delivered some medicine for your knee. The maid had said that the Empress was giving this to you because she found the look of limping puppies unsightly.
You accepted the gift, not daring to give the Empress another excuse to punish you. Still against your best interest, you told the maid to deliver a message to her Majesty: if you'd known she held such a high standard for strays, you would’ve limped with more grace.
The maid came back with a letter, presumably from the Empress.
The letter contained only a short sentence written in dignified calligraphy:
“Limping, loyal dogs still visit their Master.”
The maid then gave instructions that Her Majesty insisted you frame her message on the wall and reflect on its meaning for the next three days. In other words, you were grounded.
It took everything in you not to disobey her orders, crumpled up her letter, and threw it in the trash. You knew if you did she would only think of another way to get under your skin. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Empress was taking some sort of sick pleasure in tormenting you.
After your brief period in isolation, you were eager to be out of your room again. Little did you know, the Empress had already made plans for you. Under her strict orders, you were to visit her courtyard for tea every day.
Every bone in your body told you not to visit the Empress for any reason. Even merely mentioning her name seemed to invite trouble on your end. Going would undoubtedly spell another punishment, but refusing the Empress’ mandate, no matter how petty the order might seem, would be treason. So, with your tail tucked between your legs, you begrudgingly went to the Empress’ palace. Alone.
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The Empress’ back was turned to you. She was currently tending to her garden. And in the golden light of the afternoon, you couldn’t help but admire her noble bearing. Begrudgingly you had to admit that she was achingly beautiful, even when doing the most mundane of tasks.
“Are you just going to stand there?” The Empress finally spoke. Her words interrupted the sound of scissors snipping away at the bush of flowers before her.
You snapped back into reality. For a moment, you had let yourself become so distracted by her good looks, you had forgotten basic etiquette. You bowed and greeted her as protocol demands.
The Empress waved her hand, acknowledging your greeting dismissively.
“Little Concubine,” she began. She cut off the head of a blooming chrysanthemum. Your heart broke a little at the sight of a flower cut down in its prime. “I have a gift for you.”
In an instant, she closed the distance between you. She was so close you could smell the incense she must burn in her room. The Empress tenderly tucked the white blossom in your hair.
She then withdrew as if nothing happened.
You blinked. Your hand absent-mindedly went to the flower now adorning your hair, as if to make sure it was really there.
“Consider it a token of my favor."
“I thought you hated me,” You blurted. You immediately bit your tongue, realizing your mistake.
“My little concubine, who could ever hate you?”
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You left the Empress’ palace that day lost in a menagerie of thoughts. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't seem to understand her. Every time you thought you could predict her next move, she would do something completely off the wall. It was driving you insane.
Lost in the daze of your thoughts, you didn't realize someone was walking your way until you tripped. You fell plain on your rear end onto stone. That would certainly hurt tomorrow.
“How dare you bump into my Lady, the esteemed Imperial Consort?” A servant barked at you.
You scrambled to stand and offer your apologies as quickly as possible. A knee-jerk reaction. “Imperial Consort Yanfei, please ease your anger-”
Her maid quickly cut you off. “My Lady is pregnant! Could you bear the responsibility if she or her unborn child were harmed?”
You didn’t dare raise your head or so much as look at her. All you could do was repeat the same few apologies, like an actor going over his lines.
All the while, the maid kept barking at you endlessly. She didn't stop until her mistress stepped in.
“That's enough, Shu'er.” The Imperial Consort said, placing a comforting hand on her maid's shoulder. A neutral but amicable expression was painted on her face. “I am unharmed. And I am sure the Imperial Concubine meant nothing… by…it.”
Her words trailed off as she stared at you. It took you a moment to realize where she was staring. The white chrysanthemum in your hair.
The immediate shift in her expression was tangible. Her kind voice turned unfeeling. Suddenly, she placed a hand over her stomach. “Oh, my poor baby. “
Your blood ran cold. It became apparent to you that you were in deep, deep trouble. You fell to your knees preemptively, already knowing where this was heading.
You stopped all your apologies, knowing it would only fall on deaf ears now.
“Shu'er.” Her eyes, once an inviting brown, were now devoid of all life. “Strike the Imperial Concubine.”
Yangfei's maid struck you across the face. The blow was hard enough that her nails drew blood.
“Again.”
You braced yourself for the second strike, and somehow this one was worse than the first.
“Again.”
Even in your pain, you couldn’t entirely blame her for venting her frustration out on you. You had more or less said you would remain impartial. Yet here you are, wearing an obvious sign of her sworn enemy as an accessory.
“Keep going until I say stop.”
Your lip split a bit, a thin line of crimson running down your chin. Your face was starting to swell.
Yanfei curled her nose in disgust, placing a silk handkerchief over her nose. The other concubines would only stop to stare and whisper. All the servants passing by, minded their business. Nobody did anything to stop the Imperial Consort. Nor could they. She ranked far higher than you, and therefore had the right to discipline you as she pleased.
It was your mistake. You should have watched where you were going.
“Stop.” The Consort finally said. And the slapping ceased.
Yanfei took measured steps toward you. She knelt to where she was nearly eye-level with you. “Please don't blame me, Mei-mei, I was only protecting the imperial offspring. If I didn't punish you severely, you might have been charged with conspiracy and treason.”
You kept your scoff of disbelief to yourself. As if you would believe her honeyed words anymore.
“Oh, Mei-mei, you seem to have a weed in your hair. Let me remove it for you.” She plucked the white flower clean out of your hair, letting it fall to the ground. “Such a tacky thing isn't befitting of your status.”
And then she dug her heel into the blossom, smothering it into the stone ground. You didn’t think after such abject humiliation your heart could break any further, but it did.
“Forget it.”
And she strolled away casually, taking her entourage of maids with her, leaving you to lick your wounds.
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Consort Yanfei's body was found the next morning. The entire palace was in mourning as her status demanded.
Dressed in simple cotton mourning clothes, all the women of the Imperial harem had to pay respects to the late Consort. You included.
Your face still battered and bruised, you wore a veil so as to not make the other palace ladies uncomfortable. Still it did nothing to stop the pitiful looks and hushed whispers that followed you. No one thought you’d have the guts to show your defeated face. But you had to come. You had to see Consort Yanfei with your own two eyes.
The open coffin stood amongst a sea of offerings, lit candles, and incense. You approached Consort Yanfei's body, head bowed. The official story had been that she had passed due to complications with her pregnancy.
A believable story, surely. Being pregnant and giving birth was risky and often lethal business. But one look at Consort Yanfei and you knew that it was all a lie.
It wasn't her body that gave the secret of her death away. She looked untouched, her hair and makeup meticulously done. No, not a hair on her head was disheveled or a thing out of place. Everything was pristine in her death as Consort Yanfei had been rumored to be in life.
The only thing that seemed off, that wasn’t quite as it seems was the chrysanthemum laid so delicately on her corpse. A single white flower placed right where her unborn child should be.
xaviermc fic where you have a crush on a faceless gaming streamer and then you meet your neighbor/new coworker who is suspiciously similar to the streamer
pairings: xavier/unnamed fem reader (you)
tags: eventual shameless smut, gamer!xavier, office au, jealous xavier, CHARLIE MENTION!, making out in the office, kissing in the supply closet, desk sex, voyeurish if u squint, a LITTLE bit of dry humping, rubbing it in a car 🤤
word count: 20.1k
a/n: me when i'm two months late 😓i have TWO (2) j*bs rn and i'm still in my thesis era so 😣 pls forgive me mwah. also this was supposed to be a one-shot for the FIRST PART OF OFFICE AU but i got carried away. i posted it as three parts on ao3 but i waited to post it all at once here. pls enjoy!!! i'm a little rusty 😣😣
You were always on the verge of falling asleep on the train ride to work. It was the same view every day and it started blurring into the same boring grays and blues. The only pops of colors would be the large advertisements on the digital billboard littered throughout the city.
You had gotten your dream job after university, and landed the perfect position at the best company and yet your days had begun to blur together. It was rewarding work at times, but most of the time it was the most boring thing ever. Your coworkers were nice, but it was hard to connect with them on top of all your paperwork. You weren’t too good at multitasking so it was hard to hold a conversation. And you usually worked through lunch as well, which is one of the reasons why you climbed up the ladder so quickly.
But the drive was slowly wearing off. You went out with friends once every two weeks, and your idea of a fun day off was staying in all day to play the video games you had begun to neglect once you started a 9-5.
When you were unable to play, you’d watch other people play for fun. You actually had a favorite streamer whom you would indulge in on the dull train rides to work. He often streamed at oddball times, which usually lined up with your schedule to go to work. You even began to envy the faceless streamer for being able to wake up at 8am (assuming he had been asleep) and play your favorite games.
His name online was lumiere. The stream was very starry in theme and he was one of those faceless streamers who mainly played the same game you enjoyed: Legends of League.. The camera had only shown his hands as he played, fully aimed at the keyboard and mouse.
It was a little embarrassing for you because you bought the exact same set just because of him. It was a cute white and purple keyboard with little yellow stars littered throughout the buttons, with a matching mouse.
You felt extremely parasocial, but you couldn’t help it. Even without his face showing, he had an attractive voice and you were a firm believer that pretty hands meant an equally pretty face. You knew he took care of himself well enough for his nails to be healthy and clean and his fingers moisturized and nice. You were very observant, to the point that you found yourself to be a little creepy, even.
And it wasn’t just his hands and voice. Lumiere was extremely your type when it came to hobbies, conversations, and humor. It had gotten to the point of reading fanfics on AO3 and Tumblr of other people imagining how it would be to be with him. Which, as you thought about, seemed a bit too much for someone who actually existed.
This interest of yours was very much your own little secret. Your fansites were under pseudonyms and you never peeped a word about him at work or with your friends. You wanted to say you weren’t ashamed, but you were very much so. It just felt a little too silly for you to have a crush on a man whose name you don’t even know and a face you had never even seen.
And yet, the fascination continued.
The humming of the train bled through your earphones as you watched Lumiere play the same video game that had taken over lots of sleepless nights. He was a really good player. And although other streamers have been known to be really aggressive and even rage over the game, Lumiere was extremely calm. Even in ranked games, he acted as if it truly was just a game. That was extremely important to you.
starlight: can you play adc? id luv to learn from you!
You chatted into his stream, wanting to see him play a role you were bad at. It was something you often did and although sometimes you were drowned out by the chat, he would reply to you the rest of the time. Hearing your username being said by him made you feel something embarrassing. You sometimes wished you added your actual name.
“Thanks for coming back, starlight. I’ll play adc for you…shouldn’t you be at work though?” A small chuckle boomed softly through the mic.
You heard yourself hiccup. He was good at remembering small things and the fact that he remembered your schedule was making you shiver in your seat on the train. It even almost made you miss your stop.
Your eyes were glued to your phone as you made your way through the crowd of other office workers trying to get to work. You’ve taken the path to the building hundreds of times so you were confident that 80% of your attention could stick to Lumiere.
starlight: yes…but i’ll be bored without you !
starlight: without watching you, i mean !! jdfskjfweo
Another small chuckle. You were sure that if you looked at your reflection on a building window, you’d be greeted by a tomato. Your cheeks felt hot and your heart was fluttering. It was hard to feel embarrassed with all the emotions soaring through your veins.
It would have been embarrassing to say out loud, but your infatuation ran deep. You recalled a dream you had a few nights before as you watched his fingers move across the keyboard. Even with his face blurred out and unrecognizable, since you didn’t know what he looked like, you couldn’t help but feel the heat in between your legs as you had flashbacks.
The thoughts of his fingers roaming on every inch of your skin made you shiver as your eyes watched every movement on his stream. Your thighs squeezed against each other as indecent thoughts filled your brain.
You may have had the biggest crush on a faceless streamer, but you were free.
—
At least you thought you were free.
Work was hectic as always. Your head was buried in stacks of paperwork and you couldn’t even pay attention to Lumiere doing exactly what you had asked him to. You even heard him call you out.
“Starlight doesn’t seem to be in the chat anymore…maybe she got busy. Just in case she’s listening, let’s play another ADC game.” He said, humming to himself. “This might be the last morning stream…I think I’ll have to switch the schedule to nighttime streams soon.” Your ears perked enough to pay attention since your schedule was going to change along with his. “Unfortunately…I have been employed. I should become a part of the working society since I didn’t get three degrees for nothing, right guys?” He laughed. “Nothing wrong with playing games all day! I just want to explore other areas for the meantime. Don’t be mad…please?”
The way he said everything made you melt. It was extremely hard to be upset, but you were going to miss the live streams.
It just didn’t help with your infatuation for the faceless man. Three degrees meant he was smart and education motivated. It was attractive. And the fact that he could definitely be well-off as-is by being a streamer since he was so popular, and yet he chooses to work normally. It felt so mature.
Your daydream was interrupted by your name being called to the meeting room.
The usual monthly meeting was as boring as the last one. Right until the last minute. Until your bosses announced the least boring news.
“We’re going to have a new employee starting tomorrow, so please welcome him warmly. They used to work in a similar position before so he’ll just need a refresher.” Your boss pointed the stack of papers towards you, “Are you free to train him? Your big assignment is due by the end of the day today, right?”
You nodded sheepishly, caught slightly off guard.
“Good, you should be free by tomorrow then. I’ll provide the paperwork on your desk by the morning. Meeting dismissed.” They said before turning on their heels and exiting the room.
The moment your boss left, the room erupted with hushed whispers. It was all excitement for the newcomer. It had been almost a year since the last new employee so everyone was getting sick of each other. The newcomer was sure to stir the pot. It was almost like when you were back in high school and a transfer student came.
The ladies were most excited knowing that the new guy was a guy. And you would have been lying if you said you weren’t curious either. None of your current coworkers piqued your interests, although you found yourself not really interested in dating anyways. It just didn’t hurt to daydream a little.
Even at your desk, the whispers of everyone else filled the room. Rumors zipped around about the new employee being a secret millionaire or him being a delinquent that was actually the son of the CEO. All sorts of ideas came to like the dramas you would watch at home. And you started thinking of it too. Chuckling to yourself as you think it would be the heir of the richest man trying to fit in a small white-collared job; wondering if he would be into you instead of every other beauty in the office. You bit your lip to suppress a laugh.
You grew up watching all sorts of Asian dramas that had outlandish, unrealistic plots of a rich man with a poor woman in the type of office space that you worked in now. It made every drama even more unrealistic when you finally landed the job. There weren’t any secret office romances or any flirting with the boss. It was just work. The only good thing that came out of it was good pay and a fun lunch downstairs.
—
You ended up arriving home a lot later than you thought. The big assignment your boss had mentioned ended up taking a lot longer due to issues on other people’s ends. You were just happy to be done by the time you hit submit.
Your feet were being dragged through the road as you took yourself home from the train station. The bag on your shoulder felt heavier than it did earlier, and you were just excited to hop into the shower. Even when you knew that you had to do everything all over again the next day.
The apartment that you lived in was comfortable. You had made it your home just a few months after moving in. The only thing you regretted was not being close to any of your neighbors. You had always wanted to make more friends considering it was hard to make them at work and you rarely saw the ones you did have. But it didn’t help that you would leave the house too early and get home too late at times to really interact with your neighbors; not that you really made an effort when you were at home all day.
You entered your apartment’s bright lobby, an old Lumiere video playing on the one earphone in your ear to dull out the bustling street noises. The marble floors were shiny and made the place look more expensive than it really was. You made your way into the elevator, hitting the floor you lived on and as the doors closed, a hand reached out to stop them.
The man would have looked suspicious if you didn’t recognize him. The usual white hoodie over a light blue shirt, it was the neighbor who lived right above yours. His hoodie was up over his head with sunglasses on, and after the last year of seeing him with them on at random times, you had stopped questioning it. He gave you an acknowledging nod before standing beside you, pressing the floor above yours.
The audio to your video seemed to have been acting up and you pulled your phone out to check. Lumiere’s voice had seemingly layered onto itself or glitched. It wasn’t until you felt a poke on your shoulder that you took your earphone off and realized he was talking to you.
Your neighbor looked at you awkwardly and waved.
His voice…
“Y-yeah? Sorry, did you say something?” You stumbled on your words.
He took his glasses off and showed his blue eyes, almost piercing into you. It was then that you realized that your upstairs neighbor was actually really handsome. His silver hair looked soft and his skin was flawless. He pointed at your badge, “It’s a stupid question now that I’m asking it again, but do you work there? For UNICORNS?”
You didn’t realize that you still had it attached to your shirt, and you were too stunned by his visuals and how he sounded just like Lumiere. You couldn’t even cover the embarrassing photo they took of you on your first day at the job. “I-I do! Yeah!” You rushed to say.
“What a coincidence. I start my first day tomorrow, I wonder if I’m in your department…” He cocked his head to the side, pondering, before reaching his hand out to you. A pretty hand. “I’m Xavier, by the way.”
Your eyes widened, surprised at yourself with how much you were ogling at him. But you somehow broke out of your trance to shake his hand and introduce yourself. “You have a nice voice, Xavier.” You accidentally blurted out. “Oh. Sorry, sometimes I-” You tried to go back on your words but the elevator dinged.
Xavier’s smirk grew as you fumbled with your words. Your eyes must have looked helpless since he ended up chuckling and reaching out to hold the elevator doors. “Thank you,” he said along with your name. And the way he said it was unbelievably attractive. “I hope to see you tomorrow.” He gestured for you to get off onto your floor.
“Goodnight.” You mumbled, quickly walking off before stopping a few feet. You turned back around just as the doors were closing and you managed to say, “Good luck!” Just as they closed. His blue eyes still peeked through beforehand.
As you walked into your apartment, you were thinking about how you never noticed how attractive your neighbor was; but you were mainly focused on how his voice sounded like the one you fell asleep to every night. In order to help you sleep at night, you just came to the conclusion that attractive people all sound the same.
–
As you were about to head out to work in a rush, a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts for the day. You checked the time on your phone and decided to grab everything on your way to answer the door since it was almost time to catch the train.
You opened the door to find your neighbor again. Xavier.
He was dressed in a blue button-up, a striped navy jacket on his arm, with matching dress pants. His thin frames seemed to have accentuated the blue color of his eyes. “Hi…” Xavier said, waving his hand at you, a small smile playing on his lips.
“H-hi, Xavier.” You responded, slightly stunned at his appearance. Not only did he look attractive in casual clothes, but it felt as if it was multiplied by a hundred times in his formal wear. Your neck even had to crane up slightly due to the height difference, and you always had a thing for taller guys.
A soft silence played in-between the two of you. Just the two of you looking at each other with curiosity in your eyes.
“I just wanted to uh-” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away, as if he suddenly remembered why he was there. “Did you want a ride to work? Since…we’re both going to the same place anyways…”
You cocked your head to the side, questioning him. “You’re either a saint or someone planning to murder me…” You half-joked.
His smile came back to his face before pulling his phone out and scrolling for a moment. And then he faced it towards you. “This is my onboarding letter, if it helps.”
Welcome to UNICORNS as one of our new Front End Engineers!
Your eyes widened as you read through the letter. “You’re the new person I’m training!”
His eyes mimicked yours, widening by surprise. And then it was as if he was releasing everything off of his shoulders, clutching at his chest. “Oh I’m so glad.” His smile reached up to his eyes as they wrinkled with joy. “It’s my first office job in a while and…” He looked at you gratefully. “I’m glad it's you…I stayed up all night because I was so nervous.”
The way he seemingly twinkled in front of you made you stare at him with awe. You wondered if this was really the man you were supposed to spend the rest of the week with, on top of living in the same building as him. It almost felt like you hit the manhwa lottery. “Don’t ease up yet, I could be really strict at work.”
Xavier loosened up his collar and fumbled with his cuff links. “I’d rather have it be my neighbor than a mean older man.” He smiled down at you, straightening himself up. “But throw everything at me today, trust me. I can take it.”
You were enjoying the small talk between the two of you that you didn’t realize that you had already missed your train. It was odd to you that despite years of being unable to make new friends, you felt that you were able to click with Xavier quickly. “I guess…I’ll take you up on that ride to work.” You bit your lip.
“Cool…it’s, um, good for the environment to carpool.” He stepped aside to let you close your door and walk with him to the elevator. “How long have you been working with UNICORNS?”
You had to think for a moment. “I think it’s been two years and a half. I started out as an associate but was able to become front end pretty quickly.” You turned to him, cocking your head with curiosity. “Did you do front end work beforehand? Normally everyone starts out as an associate.”
He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked around awkwardly. “Yeah…I did it for another company. I also have a lot of connections that let me skip that route, but I am a hard worker.”
You waved your hands in front of you to dispute any concerns. “I’m not accusing you of anything! I was just curious…I’ll have to see about the ‘hard working’ part though.” You smirked at him to lighten the mood. Although you were a little jealous that he was able to move up quickly, you didn’t really doubt his experience. And if anything, you still ranked up rather fast since this was your first job.
The car ride to work was really nice, compared to the bustling train ride. Xavier owned an extremely beautiful luxury car which he became flustered showing as he noticed your surprised eyes. He had said that it was a dream car of his which he saved up for using the money he made on the side. Which made you more curious about his character since it seemed like the car was worth 10 months of rent.
Your phone pinged right at the usual time when Lumiere would normally stream with a note saying his apologies and that his stream will be at night starting from then on.
You saw Xavier peek over at your phone at the red light and you instantly shut-it, making him chuckle. “Sorry to be nosy, but I didn’t peg you to be someone who watched Legends streams.”
You cleared your throat as you looked out the window, “U-uh…sometimes. I’m not too good at the game so I like seeing people who are.” And then you looked at him. “Don’t say anything at work about it, though…It’s kind of embarrassing for me.”
“Really? I think it makes you…cool.” He smiled. “I play too…maybe we can play sometimes? I promise to keep it a secret.”
You chuckled softly, “Maybe…” Deep down, you were embarrassed. It was quelled only a bit by his assurance, but this was a part of you that you kept hidden. You had grown up thinking that video games were a waste of time, and yet there you were. And now someone knew about it–someone that you didn’t even know at all. You chewed on your lip as you thought way too hard about the implications of it all.
“Lumiere’s a pretty good player, but personally…I think I’m better than him.” Xavier said, causing you to whip your head towards him.
You realized that your reaction was too reactive and tried to play it off, clearing your throat and pretending to stretch your neck. “Interesting…” You muttered.
He chuckled, “Is he really that good?”
“Well, I don’t know how you play. I just find it hard to believe…” You nodded, attempting to not go full defense-mode.
“Find out, then.” The car hit another red light and he looked over at you. “Play with me tonight.”
“I’m not that good, I think. I don’t play too much.” You responded, flustered.
“I doubt that. And if anything, I’ll show you how good I am by making up for what you think you lack.” The car started again and when you peered over, he looked proud of himself.
You found yourself smiling too, since you never had anyone to play with before. It was rare to find someone nice in-game and you would always be too shy to queue up with them. “I guess we can play…if you’re good at work and we don’t end up ripping each other’s hair out by the end of the day.”
You were worried about arriving to work together, but everyone had assumed that you met him at the lobby. Surprisingly, no one had seen the two of you from the garage.
Xavier’s introduction went as you expected. He was so handsome that it caused a lot of wandering eyes. The whispers weren’t as hushed as the people thought, and you could see Xavier’s ears turn red at times. The only hard thing about training him was all the people coming up to introduce themselves.
Although Xavier was very warm and welcoming to you outside, he was actually rather stoic at work. He exchanged simple greetings to the people who tried to get to know him, but he didn’t show enough interest that people slowly gave up.
In terms of work, Xavier was excellent. You gave him a rundown of the company itself and daily works, and then you tested him on handling coding issues. And he was so quick at spotting mistakes that even you would take a few minutes to find despite your experience. It made you question how long he had been working in the industry. You thought that it was going to take a whole week to fully train him, but you were rather confident that he would be able to work alone in half that time.
He was working in the desk across from yours and you couldn’t help but steal glances throughout the day. You could see that everyone had the same idea. The way his eyebrows furrowed together as he filled out his additional onboarding paperwork, and the way his forehead showed whenever he ran his fingers through his hair. It was easy to say that he was the most handsome man on the team. And the other guys knew it. You wondered if it was going to be an issue, but Xavier wasn’t paying attention to anyone.
Xavier then said your name, and despite it being a call for your attention, it seemed to have called the entire table’s attention as well. “Can you tell me what to do with this thing?” He pointed at his screen, making you stand up and move to where he was. As you moved around the table, you could see the people looking at the two of you, pretending to be busy on their own keyboards. You could tell it was nonsensical typing, though.
He had a little notepad open, and you could see the notes he took of things you taught him. His handwriting was a lot prettier than yours, almost a perfect cursive. As if he had been practicing calligraphy all his life. It wasn’t usual for someone in computer science who spent all their career typing to have beautiful handwriting and yet he did. Xavier asked how to navigate the program that all of you worked on, and as you explained, you saw how his hands rested on his desk. It was hard to ignore how pretty his hands were, but you found yourself chuckling at how his left ring to index fingers rested on the ‘Q’ ‘W’ ‘E’ keys, whilst his right hand held his mouse. It was a clear sign of a Legends player.
The sound of your laughter left before you could even remember that everyone was watching you, and you tried to cover it up with a cough. You didn’t know how the rest of them took it, but you knew Xavier caught on.
Under his breath, he asked, “What’s funny…?” His eyes met yours with innocent confusion. You had just realized then that your faces were close to each other and you backed up instantly, looking away as you felt your face warm up. Even up close he was handsome. His silver eyelashes made his blue eyes pop even more and it intimidated you, despite how softly he looked at you.
“U-uh.” You stammered, before lowering your voice and pointing at his hands. “You just seem to be always ready to play.” You attempted to keep your face straight because you usually felt embarrassed when you noticed yourself in the same position after a night of playing until two in the morning.
Xavier laughed for the first time in the office. “I guess so.” He looked at you again with his eyes crinkled and you wanted to reciprocate the laughter. Yet people were still watching.
You cleared your throat and pointed back at the screen, continuing to train him. Somewhere inside of you felt excited. It felt as if you actually had a friend, and despite how awkward it felt to have the attention on you, you were excited for work again.
—
You started packing up after the long day. You had to stay later again to be able to finish a mistake in one of the programs that one of your coworkers had missed. It was hard to say ‘no’ to people due to your fear of being more disliked by others. Although you were sure that no one actually hated you, it was just awkward since no one wanted to really become friends either. So you found yourself stepping up a lot.
Xavier had gone home earlier, right at 5pm. When he was dismissed by the boss, he looked at you expectantly. As if waiting for you to ask him to wait for you, but you waved him off. You knew that you were going to be there for a longer time. He still seemed hesitant, but he eventually left after pretending to fidget around his desk for a moment.
You wondered if it was going to be a regular thing of riding with Xavier to work. It did make sense since carpooling is always nice and better for the environment. You just hoped that you two would become closer friends soon so that it would feel more natural.
As you were about to push your chair in to leave, you saw a ping on your phone.
lumiere: Sorry I lied! See U guys tomorrow (maybe). I’m still stuck at my j*b…Forgive me…please?
You sighed as you clicked your phone off, but you didn’t think you were going to watch him live that night anyways. Since Xavier had said he wanted to play the game with you. It was a weird thought in your mind, that you were choosing an actual person over your favorite streamer.
You felt like you were growing, just a little bit.
You walked out of the office and were walking towards the elevator when you saw the familiar silver-haired man, seated at the bench beside it.
“Xavier?” You asked, shocked.
His head whipped towards you, and you could’ve sworn his ears perked up. He mugged the way you called out to him and said your name back to you. “You’re off now?”
You checked the time on your phone and realized he had been waiting for almost two hours. “Why didn’t you go home?” You fast-walked over to him, confused.
“We took my car here…I didn’t know how you would get home. And then I realized that I didn’t have your number either. I wanted to ask you for it, but I feel like everyone else would’ve asked for mine too…” He scratched the back of his head.
“You waited?” You felt sheepish and warm. The effort he expressed was heart-fluttering, and the two of you barely knew each other. It wasn’t that small of a feat either, to not only wait that long, but to respect how the two of you were seen at work.
“It’s really dark out. And although you look strong, I think I’d sleep better if I knew you got home safe. You’re the only friend I’ve made here.” He stood up to press the button for the elevator. “We…are friends, right?”
You blinked. “I-I…I guess, yeah.”
“Cool.” Xavier threw his jacket over one shoulder and shoved his other hand in his pocket. His shoulders looked as if they had relaxed, like he had been holding in that question.
“Cool.” You agreed, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards as you looked on the ground.
“Friends usually exchange numbers…” You looked back up at Xavier who threw out the thought, but he was avoiding eye contact. You thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you swore the tips of his ears were pink.
The two of you stepped into the elevator and you pressed on the garage button before holding your hand out. You had meant it as a way to ask for his phone so you could put your contact in, but instead he gave you a low-five.
“Woot.” He said, pleased with himself. And when he met your eyes, the confusion he saw on you made him turn red. “Oh, was that wrong?”
You stifled a laugh. “I wanted your phone so I could give you my number.”
Xavier looked unsure and patted his back pocket. “I think it’s, um, dead, actually. Can I put mine on your phone instead?”
You dropped your hand and grabbed your own phone instead. You had a hint of suspicion with the way he said it, but you just weren’t sure what he would be hiding. So you let it go to the back of your mind. You opened up the contacts page and he took it from you to add his number. He had saved himself as “xavier 🌟” before handing it back to you.
On the car ride home, he had talked briefly about work, but he didn’t seem to be too interested in it. “We’re playing Legends when we get home, right?”
You nodded, fiddling with your fingers, “What would you do if I was really bad though?”
He shrugged. “I play to have fun, I really wouldn’t care. I’m getting bored of playing alone.” He raked his fingers through his hair, his teeth poking out from a snarky smile. “Don’t tell me you’re a toxic ranked player…” He prodded.
“No! I never want to sweat in a game. It’s actually a turn-off seeing toxicity. But this whole game is toxic…It sucks that it’s fun.” You pouted. It was one of the reasons that you kept your interests a secret. It wasn’t a well-liked game in the community since it was filled with enraged players.
Something about Xavier’s laugh made you feel like you had heard it before. It was comforting with a yearning of wanting to hear it again. You just couldn’t put your finger on the familiarity of it all.
“By the way…a lot of people looked like they wanted to be friends with you today. Are you not that social?” You finally asked, as you were confused about how stoic he was at the office. Before work, he was really talkative with you, and then all of a sudden it was as if he didn’t want all the attention. Although it was something that you really related to.
He chewed on his lip as he pulled into the garage of your apartment building. “Maybe later on…I’ll make friends. I prefer to focus on work at work, though.”
“I thought we’re friends now?” You cocked your head at him as your hand went to your seatbelt button, ready to get out as he pulled into his spot.
“I meant making other friends. I’m pretty satisfied if this is how the work weeks go.” He beamed at you and it almost looked like the car did get brighter at his smile, but you were sure that you were imagining things. “Do you want me to make other friends?”
“The girls seemed very enthusiastic about being your friend.” You accidentally said out loud. “But I mean, do what you want.”
He looked at you as he turned the car off with a push of a button. And then looked away with a soft chuckle. “You seem pretty work-focused too. I didn’t see you interact much either.”
You rolled your eyes as you climbed out of the car, grabbing your purse from the backseat. “I should at least pay you for gas for taking us to work and back…if this is a regular thing.” You said as you started walking to the elevator.
Xavier’s long legs made it to the buttons before you despite walking first. “It’s electric. And you can pay me back with hot pot every…Friday night.”
“If people see us, they’d think we’re dating.” You mindlessly mumbled.
“Are you bothered by that?” The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, pressing the two buttons for both of your floors. “As long as we know what it is, does it matter what other people think?”
“I-I guess not.” You chewed on your lip. “I just don’t want you to be the butt of anything…”
“It’d be an honor to get caught up in drama with you.” He smirked at you.
The two of you looked at each other, eyes crinkling as you were sure that you finally had a friend. Your heart swelled up just a bit, but you didn’t want to jump on anything yet until you got to know him more.
But you were attracted to him. One hundred percent.
The doors opened as the two of you still looked at each other. “Call me when you get set up. I’ll play a few games before I sleep.”
“Mm…are you hungry? I can make something for both of us before we play…” You said as you walked out of the elevator, looking over your shoulder to see what he thinks.
“Are you sure I’m not a serial killer yet?” He teased you.
“I’ll have the police on speed-dial in case you do anything.” You motioned him to get out of the elevator to follow you. “It’s the least I can do. And I heard your tummy in the car…don’t think you’re slick.”
“If you say so, m’lady.” He faked a curtsy and got out.
The two of you walked to your door and you let him in. You felt like you should be a bit more hesitant with letting a man into your house after just a day of knowing him. Although you had seen him around before, it was still fast. There was just such a comforting aura around him, that you were ready to welcome in closer to you. “Are you allergic to anything?”
Dinner went by better than you thought. It was a quick meal, but he was eager to eat. And he had a huge appetite for someone who looked rather slender. The only embarrassing thing was receiving a notification from your Lumiere fan account.
“Starlight?” He read out loud as he peeked over your shoulder while the two of you ate on the counter. There was surprise in his voice, and you couldn’t pin from what.
The way he said it, though, sent a shiver down your spine. Only one other person had ever called you by that name out loud, and it just so happened to be someone who sounded just like Xavier.
Shame would have taken over, but Xavier already knew of your interests. “I made it my name on everything…it kinda fits with Lumiere, don’t you think?” A small smile played on your lips, before you laughed at yourself and shook your head. “This is stupid.”
“What do you like about him?” Xavier asked as he took the bowls from your hands and brought them to your sink to wash them. “I’m not making fun of you, by the way. I just want to learn about you.”
You took a seat on the barstool of the kitchen island, giving you a clear view of him doing the dishes. You played with your hair, slightly exasperated, feeling weird that you’re opening up about your dumb crush. “Uh…I don’t know. I like playing the same games as him. I think he’s funny. I kind of relate to him sometimes…” You were internally beating yourself up because of the way you were talking about this streamer. You straightened up as you just accepted everything. “I learned a lot from watching him play.”
“It’s my turn to see how well you play then.” He turned around as he placed the bowls on the drying rack. There was no hint of judgement on his face. He just seemed happy to be there. “I noticed your keyboard…is it because of him?” He pointed his chin towards your computer set-up.
You put a finger on your chin, as if you were thinking. “I think we both like the same aesthetics…I like stars and purple and stuff…but yeah, I did copy him.” You crinkled your nose.
“I like that aesthetic too.” He grabbed his things by the door. “Thank you for dinner,” he smiled warmly, saying your name softly. “Call me when you’re ready. I’ve grown even more curious to see how you play.” And then he headed out.
The moment the door clicked, you dropped your head onto the breakfast bar counter and cringed. You confided a secret you kept for so long to a man that you just became friends with. And it didn’t help that it was a really attractive man that you just met.
You were just glad that he still wanted to be friends with you, but you were already kissing any hopes of progressing anywhere further with him goodbye.
“Xavier?” You said as he picked up the phone.
“Hey, starlight.” He put emphasis on your gamertag, making you cringe even more. And then a soft pang hit your chest. You had drilled Lumiere’s voice into your mind, and over the phone, Xavier sounded even more like him. And then he said your name, shaking you out of your thoughts.
“Has anyone ever told you that you kind of sound like…Lumiere?” You blurted out.
“Oh…is that why you said my voice was nice last night?” You could hear the smirk through the phone. “Now it doesn’t feel as genuine of a compliment. Ow.” You could tell it was sarcastic, making you break into a soft smile of your own.
You rolled your eyes, “Oh my gosh…Just tell me your username.”
“It’s ‘lightseeker #1016’. I’ll be awaiting the friend request from starlight, soon.” You heard the clacking of his keyboard through the receiver.
When you added him, he was a really low-level account. You were double his, but he had sworn he was better than Lumiere. And you knew Lumiere was around the 300s. “You talk big for someone who’s only level 67…” You mumbled, getting comfortable in your chair.
“Maybe I’m a fast learner.” The two of you got into the lobby together to select roles. “Do you have a preference?”
“Um, I usually play support. But I’ve been trying to learn how to play solo better, so I’ve been learning mid lane. It’s a bit harder to play support with randoms.” You looked through your bleak match history, seeing many losses.
“If you go mid, I’ll jungle. And if you go support, I’ll go bot with you. I’m pretty flexible.” He cleared his throat, switching through each role. “You ready?”
The two of you ended up playing more than you should have. And you admitted defeat as you saw that he was, indeed, as good as he said he would be. You tried both roles out, and each time he switched into a role that would be more beneficial for you. Xavier had even given you tips in a way that wasn’t pushy, and on top of that, he was a big praiser. Each ‘nice one’ or ‘good dodge’ sent a chill up your spine. It felt good playing with him. And even when you didn’t do too good, he was motivating and calm.
“Goodnight, starlight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, yawning.
“You cannot call me that at work.” You laughed, shutting your computer down and heading over to your room with your phone. “But, goodnight Xavier. I had fun.”
“Me too.” And then he hung up.
When you got into your bathroom to brush your teeth, it was hard to wipe the smile off your face. It was as if you had found yourself your own version of Lumiere. And even if he wasn’t, you were just glad you had someone to look forward to seeing again. You were excited to go to work for once.
—
You had grown accustomed to Xavier’s presence as a routine between the two of you grew. He took the both of you to work, where two of you efficiently worked through the endless amount of codes and tickets, and then he’d drive the two of you back home. You’d always make food at home, unless it was a Friday. You kept your promise of getting hotpot with him, but it became a battle of who would pay. Although it was supposed to be you, as a payback for him driving all the time, he would somehow sneak off to the restroom where he’d take the bill with him.
On weekends, it seemed to be that he slept in. Which gave you time to do the errands you normally did. You would also visit bakeries as a way to destress.
Lumiere ended up moving his whole schedule to streaming only on the weekends. You would’ve been more upset if Xavier hadn’t come into your life, since you no longer had time to tune-in to his streams.
It was a comfortable routine. You had established a good relationship with someone who made things more exciting, and you were still able to get your work done and have proper time for yourself. And since Lumiere wasn’t as active, you felt a little less parasocial and silly. But you still really liked watching him.
Lumiere chuckled. “Someone in chat just asked if I stopped streaming because I met someone at the office…” He said as he cleaned up a game swiftly. “Is it obvious?”
Your eyes widened as he spoke, almost choking on your tea.
starlight: really!??
Another chuckle. “Starlight. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in chat…” You still weren’t used to the way he’d catch onto you. Everytime you thought you were over the pair of hands on the screen, he easily sneaks back in. “I do like someone, but everyone has to keep it a secret. I think I’d have to quit if it doesn’t go well. Maybe even move out. I’m nervous.” His hands flexed over the keyboard.
starlight: gud luck :3
You shut your phone as you got ready to go home from the cafe. You were surprised. You couldn’t recall him being so open about his life, much less answering a question about romance. There was a pang of jealousy deep inside you, and you couldn’t help it. There was also worry about the people who liked him even more than you did, because you knew that this wouldn’t be received too well with the weird side of his fans.
The next day was another work week filled with more paperwork and coding. Xavier was no longer the talk of the office, but he was becoming another you. Someone who would take a lot of the tickets that others couldn’t handle. It also meant that the two of you ended up leaving at the same time, way after the designated end time.
As the two of you were in the break room, making coffee, he nudged you with his shoulder. “I heard people saying that I’m your favorite coworker.” He stirred his coffee, looking proud of himself.
You rolled your eyes. “Please…after you hid in bush last night instead of helping me?” You said, recalling the mistake he made during a game. “Why would they even be talking about us, anyways?”
He shrugged. “I dozed off on accident, it was like a minute…and I think it makes sense. I’d be curious about the person who always has their nose buried in the papers, too.” He took a seat at the same table as you. “And if I’m not your favorite coworker, then who is?”
You pretended to think as you sipped on your hot drink. “Maybe Charlie?”
“The catering baker?” Xavier looked truly puzzled. “He doesn’t even work here…”
“Yeah but he comes by every morning to drop off bread and snacks, so technically he is a team member if you really think about it.” You nodded, looking past him to see if there was anything left in the basket. “He sometimes brings by an extra muffin just for me!”
“So if I bring you two muffins, I’d be your favorite coworker?” He leaned closer to you, narrowing his eyes.
You held your breath as you felt him near you. “Maybe…does that matter to you?”
He sat back on his seat. “Yeah, actually. We spend most of the week together, and I’m still not your favorite?” He clutched at his chest. “You don’t care about me at all…” He pouted.
“Cute.” You muttered under your breath accidentally. And when you realized he heard it, you shot back up from your seat. “I forgot I have to call product management about- um, the program…thing.” You rambled before almost running out of the break room.
You had found yourself slipping up more often than usual. It was hard to contain your feelings as you slowly became more and more infatuated with Xavier. Every single daydream you had about Lumiere was turning into reality, only with Xavier. You had someone to play games with, and someone to laugh with to and from work, and someone who was extremely handsome and dependable. He was the full package for you. And just because of that, you had a hard time hiding it. Each time you slipped up, you were greeted with a warm smile from him, as if he knew, but you never stuck around long enough to let him have a proper reaction.
He returned to his desk shortly after, meeting your eyes every chance that you looked at him. It was playful. And it brought heat to your cheeks every time. Your phone then buzzed with a text from him.
xavier🌟: Everytime I look at U, ur looking at me
You looked up at him with a confused face and then rolled your eyes before burying your face in your arms. Up until your phone buzzed again,
xavier🌟: are U going to the dinner with everyone on Friday?
You sat back up and thought about it. You normally skipped them, but you had a feeling that he would skip out on the dinner too. And it shouldn’t be both of you that was socially isolated from the rest. So, as a sacrifice for you thought would be the greater good, you slowly nodded.
xavier🌟: on hotpot night? [Galaxy Kid: Pouting]
Another roll of your eyes.
You: we should be a part of society and attend these things. besides, its ur first one with the team. theyre supposed to all celebrate u or smth
xavier🌟: Id rather just spend time with U
You: we spend time together all the time, arent u getting sick of me
xavier🌟: Ur projecting on me arent U?
xavier🌟: I could never get sick of U.
You couldn’t help but giggle at your phone, earning a glare from the team leader.
—
Although it was probably obvious that the two of you were friends, you mainly kept to yourself at work. It was more out of habit, but you were still afraid of the lingering attention on the very-handsome Xavier Shen. And he did the same.
The interactions between the two of you were small and felt almost secretive. Like you were hiding an office relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t excite you. Small brushes of your hands as you walked by him, as you handed him papers, or even as you grabbed coffee in the break room.
“Sorry for running late…” You muttered in the car, groaning as you rubbed your eyes.
“I recall someone saying ‘I’ll wake up on time, just one more game. We can’t end on a loss!’ last night.” He mocked you, laughing.
You playfully hit him. “If you played better, we would have gone to sleep on time.” You groaned, resting your head on the seatbelt. “I can’t believe I overslept.”
“Mind you, we’re not even late. We’re actually on time.” He tapped on the display of his car to make the time bigger. “What are you so upset about?”
You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “Everyone usually arrives around this time.”
“And?” He scoffed. “Are you too embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“N-no!” You huffed out the window, exasperated. “I just…don’t want people to talk badly about us.”
“What would they say?” He asked softly, lowering the music in the car.
“I don’t know…maybe something about me going after the new guy. What if they’re judgemental?” You pouted, letting your insecurities spill.
“Are you going after the new guy?” You could hear the smirk on his face without even looking.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “If anything, the new guy’s coming after me, but they don’t know that.” You meant to dodge the question but ended up throwing an accusation out.
Xavier nodded. “The new guy is. Is it working?” You hadn’t even realized that the two of you were already in the parking lot of your apartment. “Unless you’re waiting for Lumiere to ask you out.” He asked as he put the car into park, turning over to you with his eyebrows knitted together. His lips were almost in pout.
You blinked at him, feeling the whiplash of him basically confessing and making fun of you at the same time. Your lips fell open as your mouth went ajar.
He dropped his head, chuckling with his eyes closed. It was hard to tell what he was laughing at. And then he looked back up at you, tapping your jaw up with the side of his index finger. “Don’t look so shocked.” His finger lingered on your chin, and you were sure his eyes darted at your lips before going back to your eyes.
Your mouth felt dry. You hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time, it felt all new to you again. It was exciting and slightly scary. “How should I look?”
Xavier pretended to think. “Hmm…I’d love to see a smile.” His blue eyes looked at you earnestly. Expectantly.
And you couldn’t help but comply. “Happy?” You blushed, pushing him away. “Let’s go to work already.”
The interaction made you forget about the reason you felt anxious to show up together so close to when everyone was arriving to work. Xavier always opened the door for you and you met with so many people’s eyes as you got out of the car. Your eyes shifted towards the floor, feeling awkward. There were whispers around the two of you as you all entered the building, and you were just hoping that it wasn’t because of you two.
It most likely was.
Multiple people filled up the elevator, pushing you and Xavier to the back. The morning greetings felt forced as it gave them an excuse to look at you. And him.
And then you heard a soft whisper. “I’d teleport us out of here…but I think it’s on cooldown, right now.” He joked, making a reference to the game.
It made you snort. A laugh that you weren’t expecting and couldn’t turn cute. Your hand slapped over to your mouth as some people looked back at you. And you felt Xavier’s shoulders move up and down as he stifled his own laughter.
The rest of the day was uneventful. You were beginning to think that you were overreacting–minus the morning. Although everyone was perhaps on a crunch to be able to make it on time to the company dinner.
You, on the other hand, couldn’t concentrate on your work at all. You kept glancing up from the screen to look over at Xavier. And sometimes your eyes would meet, sending your body into immense heat. Your imagination ran wild. You were wondering if it could have been considered even too wild. The multiple office fictions you had read replayed in your mind, romanticizing your boring work life. Yet there it was, unfolding in front of you in real-time.
You wondered how it would play out when the two of you were alone later. Xavier liked you back. You winced as you pinched the skin on the top of your left hand, making sure that you weren’t dreaming.
“Do you have the framework we need to use for this?” Xavier asked, jogging you out of your thoughts.
You had to blink yourself back into reality as he leaned down near you, pointing at the notification of his email on the corner of your screen. His other hand steadied himself beside you, using the back of your desk chair and his chest was near your face. “Oh, um…” You bit your lip, almost holding your breath, moving your mouse to open his email to find the issue he was working on. You studied it for a bit, hearing him breathing beside you as he read along.
Xavier was so close, you were worried he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. And he did. “Are you nervous because you’re looking for a way to reject me or are you excited?” He muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
Your finger twitched, making your right-click the screen, and he laughed softly. “I’ll email you what I normally use for this sort of ordeal…You can go back to your desk.”
“Answer me, first. Please?”
You hesitated, pondering if you wanted to play hard to get or give in instantly. Little did you know that you were too confident in yourself for even thinking that you had control over your words. “I’m not rejecting you.”
A sigh of relief left him. “Good.” And then he stood back up and walked to his desk. As if nothing ever happened. Yet, it was almost as if the room got brighter.
—
The chosen restaurant was just the bar and grill across the street of the company building. It was popular for a lot of surrounding company dinners. Everyone seemed to have been in good spirits so you were a little excited to go with them, now that you were sure that you weren’t going to be alone in the corner.
“I’ll catch up to you guys! I just have to finish a few more things…” You responded to someone asking if you were attending the dinner. It came as a shock since the past two times, no one really asked anymore after you didn’t go before.
“Me too.” Xavier said, waving them off.
Hushed whispers filled the doorway as you felt eyes on the back of your head again. “The reservation in thirty minutes! Don’t be too late, you two!” Another coworker said before heading out.
It was a truthful excuse though. You had spent most of the workday dillydallying with your thoughts, making you slower at your coding. The chatter died down as you heard all your other coworkers reach the end of the hallway or already heading downstairs, and you finally let out a sigh of relief.
“We can just go home now, if you want.” You heard Xavier say, making you peek over your monitor.
“You should really interact with your coworkers. There’s only room for one loner in this office.” You pretended to boast before sighing, resuming your typing. “Besides, I kind of want a free dinner tonight.”
“I pay for dinner many times.” He knitted his eyebrows towards you.
You rolled your eyes. “Only because you never let me, but I mean like free free. Where you’re not paying either. Now finish your work so we can go.”
“I am done, I’m just waiting for you.” You saw him put his head down on his desk, as if he was preparing to take a nap.
You huffed. “Show off.”
He spoke a bit muffled, but you were still able to hear him clearly. “I’d rather go home so we can talk.”
“We’re talking right now.” The numbers and letters on your screen were spinning all over the page, you couldn’t focus at all.
“Do you like me?” He asked, his head still on his desk.
The room went quiet again. You realized how loud your typing was the moment that you stopped.
Xavier lifted his head again, looking at you from the side of his monitor this time, resting his cheek on his hand. A small pout played on his lips. “I like you.”
You pressed your lips into a thin line. Your eyes glanced over at his, but you were unable to hold his stare. “Yeah.”
“Can we ditch the company dinner and go on a date instead?” Xavier was bold. You realized that you never pegged him to be as confident as he was, and then his true colors would peek through his impatience.
“No.” You were stearn, frowning. It was merely an attempt to hide how giddy you felt. “We can go out next time.” You continued to type, but there was no point. Your hands were shaking and none of your commands were being spelled correctly and you were missing every semicolon possible in your code. You were just performing at this rate.
“After?”
“What are you in such a rush for?” You asked, feigning annoyance.
“Is Charlie the caterer going to be at the dinner?” He asked, a deeper pout showing on his lips.
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Is this because of what I said a few days ago?”
“Answer the question.”
“He owns that restaurant.” You lied.
You swore that you almost saw steam leave the top of his head and his ears as he believed you. And you worked so hard to keep the laughter contained. “I already said I like you.”
“I saw the way he talks to you in the morning. He likes you too.” You couldn’t see his hands, but you were sure that they were clenched into balls. “But please remember that I like you in a way that no one else can.”
You were a mess. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. “Xavier…” You gasped.
He crossed his arms over his chest and sat back on his chair, his head leaned back with his eyes closed. “If you keep looking at me like that and saying my name like that…I can’t promise that I’ll last until the end of the night.”
Next thing you knew, you were stood up. With shaky hands and knees, you walked over to his chair and put your hand on his chest to grab his tie.
No words were being exchanged as he opened his eyes to look at you–into you. As if he knew and he was waiting. You bit your lip, your fingers feeling the muscles of his chest through his dress shirt. A small smirk played on his lips as he stood up, suddenly towering over you, waiting for your next move. Quietly.
Your hand moved down his tie, grabbing the end of it before storming out of the office, dragging him with you. Down the hallway with the automatic lights as they turned on with every clop of your high heels on the marble flooring. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, trying to figure out yourself on what you were planning to do. And then you pushed into the room of the stairway of the building, dragging him into the dim room with you.
“You’re so impatient,” you muttered as you pressed his back to the wall by the floor number right by the door.
“I like seeing your reactions…” He brought his face closer to you, as if he was waiting and wanting.
But you pulled back just enough to make him question everything. You saw the flashes of concern and confusion as you backed away from him. “I like seeing yours too, I guess.” You wondered if he could see your eyes, moving back and forth to every feature on his face to see how he felt.
Time moved slowly at first as you tiptoed to kiss him, pulling him down by his tie to meet somewhat halfway. You scrunched your eyes closed as you pressed your face against his. You couldn’t really tell if you were holding your breath, or if you just completely forgot how to breathe. It felt like an eternity before he started acting human again, instead of a statue.
But when he did, it was like someone pressed play and each movement suddenly felt rushed or even on fast-forward. He pulled your body closer to him by your waist, making you stumble forward and put most of your weight on him. You let go of his tie to place both your hands on either side of his chest, letting him hold you. It was almost as if the two of you could fuse together with how hot it felt.
His hands moved from your waist to your back, fully wrapping his arms around you. And you could feel the way his biceps flexed as he held you. His fingers that were moving up your spine made you shiver. And then one hand stayed on the middle of your back as he brought one up to your face, holding your jaw as you two kissed.
You were sure that you forgot how to kiss someone, but it felt almost automatic with Xavier. His lips felt soft and tasted minty from all the pillow mints he would take from the office break room. It made you giggle softly as you could almost tell how much he ate.
He pulled back to read your face, his thumb tapping the side of your lips with his head cocked. “Are you having fun?”
You nodded. “No wonder I’ve been having to refill the bowl of mints more often since you started working here. You eat them all.” You jabbed at his chest with your finger.
Xavier chuckled and then rested his head on your shoulder, you felt his nose nuzzle at your neck as he hugged you with both his arms again. He sighed, his breath tickling you and making you giggle again. “Now I really don’t want to go…”
“They’re waiting for us…” You moved your hands up to loop around his neck, hugging him back. You did your best to ignore the growing excitement in between your legs and between his.
“Let them.” He groaned, standing back up to look at you. “You’d rather keep me waiting than our coworkers?” Xavier practically glared at you as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I thought we were closer to each other than them.” It sounded as if he whined, his voice breaking ever so lightly.
“It’s rude to let people wait. This is supposed to be your very late welcoming dinner…” You gulped. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to kiss him even deeper, taste him even more. Mark every inch of his pale neck and leave stains of your lip balm on his cheek. Your hands balled up into fists on his chest as you fought the urge.
“You can welcome me instead…let me take you out on a date, right now. Like a gentleman…please.” He was practically pleading, inhaling each breath of yours like it was his. “I won’t do anything further until you let me take you out. No matter how much you…” He closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “No matter how much you look at me like that.”
Half-lidded and dazed, was the way you were looking at him. “Okay…” You wanted to be the person of sound mind and participate in work networking activities, but it was getting harder to ignore every feeling that you had for him.
He smirked with the sheer confidence of knowing that he won. His hands slid upward, softly and slowly to cup your face. His right thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Where’d all that care for our coworkers go? I expected you to stand your ground.”
“I’m saying ‘yes’ now. Are you going to keep teasing me because I’ll walk over to the restaurant right now and postpone this date until next week.” You pushed him back into the wall and went to grab the door back into the main hallway.
But he caught your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours instead, halting your actions. He held your waist with his other hand and the pose felt like the two of you were about to do a ballroom number. “No. Let’s grab your stuff and we’ll go right now.” He pouted at you again, bringing the hand he was holding to his lips and muttering against it. “I’ll be good.”
You instantly pulled him in and gave him a peck on the lips, overwhelmed with such affection for him. “What are you waiting for then?”
The two of you rushed back into the office. Your leftover work completely left your mind as your head was filled with blood, sweat, and too many indecent thoughts. Xavier had taken off his jacket and loosened his collar, making you want to jump his bones even more. But the thought that he merely took his jacket off to hide what was growing in his pants made you want to laugh.
The plan was to go to dinner and then go home. Mainly to see what happened next.
Yet the moment the two of you reached his car, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. He opened your door after placing your purse in the backseat and instead of sitting down, you looked up at him. There was nothing in your head anymore. And you were sure with the way he looked at you like he was drunk with need, that there was not much control in his head either.
He crashed his lips onto yours, practically forcing you to sit down in the car with the sheer intensity. You gasped as you felt his hand on your hip, his thumb pressing down on your thigh as he was trying so desperately to hold onto you, as if he was afraid of you slipping away. Xavier’s tongue traced your teeth, like he was afraid of pushing his luck. Your eyes instantly shut as you attempted to kiss back with as much fervor. Your chest swelled with happiness as you were finally able to act on your feelings and it made you feel like you were floating. Yet your mind couldn’t stay quiet.
You pulled back just enough to be able to talk but your lips still chased after yours like oxygen. “Are we going too fast?” You asked, concerned.
“I waited months.” He planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I’ll wait more if you want to…” Another kiss on your cheek. “I don’t think you want to, though.” A kiss to your jaw. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” His teeth nibbled on your ear, you could feel the tip of his tongue so close to your neck, making you shiver. “We’re just…kissing. Nothing more…not yet.”
Not yet.
“What if someone sees us? A security guard or something…” Your knee brushed past the bulge growing in his pants and it made him groan right next to your ear as he clenched his fingers around your arm. The sound made you more excited than you ever thought, and all you could think about was wanting to hear more of it. You moved your knee against it again. And again, enjoying the sounds of him biting back right by your ear until he held your knee still.
“I’m about to make you walk to the restaurant if you keep behaving like this.” Heavy breathing was all you could focus on. The idea that you had this much effect on him made you feel assured. You pulled back to give yourself a better view of him.
Your neighbor, coworker, and friend was in front of you breathing heavy, red ears, glazed eyes, and with an evident erection. His once bright blue eyes suddenly looked darker than navy. All because of you. “How are we going to dinner if you look like this?” You raised your hand to cup his face and he nuzzled into it instantly, inhaling the scent of your palm.
“Keep your hands to yourself, and I’ll be fine.”
You had never seen Xavier drive as fast as he did that night. His fingers gripped the wheel tight, turning his already pale knuckles even whiter. You couldn’t help but look over to see the way his forearms flexed underneath the rolled up dress-shirt sleeves.
Your palms were sweating as you did your best to keep your hands in your lap. Your thighs were pressed together, feeling friction where you needed it at every speed bump.
You couldn’t even focus on the menu at dinner. It was a beautiful place and he instantly knew to go there. Either he had been there before or he had been planning it for as long as he said. And judging from antisocial he was, he didn’t seem to be a serial dater.
“Do I get a margarita…?” You joked, trying to ignore every instinct in your body to jump him.
“No. If you’re even the slightest bit tipsy, I won’t be able to trust a single word you say after…” Xavier’s eyes were knitted together, looking like he was calculating what he was going to do. “I want to know that you’re kissing me because you like me and not because of the tequila.” He sternly said.
You nearly melted in your seat. A bare minimum, but it was so refreshing nonetheless. “If we just order appetizers, will it still count as a date?”
“Mm…yeah. As long as you tell me why you like me and why we should be together.” He put the menu down in front of him and rested his cheek on his propped up hand, looking at you with sparkling curiosity.
You nearly choked on your water. “Aren’t you the one asking me out? Shouldn’t I ask you why I should say yes?”
He sat back up and straightened his tie. “Okay.” He tapped on the table mindlessly as he got his words together. “I’ve been interested in you for a while. Pre-coworkers.” A small smile played on his lips. “You left early and got home late. Professional and pretty. But then on the weekends, sometimes I see you in the elevator in Craftmine pajamas and bunny slippers.”
You pouted. “Stalker.”
Xavier rolled his eyes. “And then we’re working together. You’re headstrong and confident. Work hard. Friendly but you’re kind of like me.”
“Xavier, you are not that friendly towards our coworkers.”
“Do you want me to tell you why I like you or not?” He glared at you. “Hush. Now…we have the same interests. We became accustomed to each other. And I like what we have. But I want more.” He let out a sigh. “I thought I would be okay with doing whatever we’d been doing the past few weeks.” His hand spread open, tensed, before balling up into a fist. “But then I saw that stupid baker laugh at one of your jokes.”
“I can’t be funny now?” You teased him, enjoying the jealousy behind his eyes.
“You can. Just with me though, please.” He reached for your hand and fiddled with your fingers, rubbing his thumb on your knuckles. “I’m new to this feeling of being jealous. And I realized it'd be really hard for us to be just friends.”
You nodded slowly. “Okay…same.”
He smirked at you. “I give you my whole story and all I get is a ditto?”
You shrugged. “You’re good at Legends?”
He hummed, removing his hand from yours. “Who do you like more? Me or Lumiere?”
You pretend to think long and hard. Each second that went by made his ears turn pinker at the tips. You tried to keep a straight face as you said, “I’ve watched Lumiere longer, but I guess…it’s you now.”
“That’s not very reassuring.” He leaned back on his chair, his eyes glaring at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “So you like to watch me suffer, I see.”
“Hey, if anything, since I spend more time with you now, I don’t watch his streams as often.” You sighed, taking another sip of water. “He doesn’t stream that much anymore either, though.” You thought for a moment and laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you set your glass down.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, putting his elbows to the table again, as if he was attempting to close the distance between you two.
You shrugged, dragging the tip of your index finger around the rim of the glass. “You two are so alike…I’ve never seen the two of you in the same room.” You joked. “Xavier,” you locked eyes with him. “You’re not Lumiere, right?”
Xavier looked stunned, and you couldn’t tell if it was because you asked what you deemed as a ‘dumb’ question or because you just compared him to someone he didn’t seem to like very much. He opened his mouth to answer, but then the waiter came to ask for your orders.
You thought that the dinner would have been hard to get through, but you forgot how easy it was to be with Xavier. There were moments where you would remember what was happening in your pants, but for the most part, you were able to enjoy your time without squirming in your seat too much.
He ordered a small dessert, sharing the ice cream with tiny spoons as you two giggled at small talk. “I want us to be together.” Xavier said, clinking his spoon onto yours as if the two of you were sword fighting. “I really want to call you mine.”
You hummed, tapping your spoon onto his again. “We only know so much about each other…What if you get to know me and then realize I-”
“Isn’t it enough that I want to know everything about you? Each little thing I learn about you is meaningful to me. And I want more.” He set the spoon down. “I want to be the only one who knows this much about you, see every side of you.”
You took a deep breath, setting your spoon down next to his. “Will I learn about you?”
“Haven’t you been?” He cocked his head, the same smug smirk grew on his face.
You shrugged. “I feel like I talk a lot more than you do. I want to know what you used to do and what you aspire to do. Things like that.”
“I aspire to be yours. Can we start there?” He motioned for the check as he held his gaze onto you. “We’ll have all the time to learn about each other, I just can’t stand the idea of not being able to call you mine as we do.” He held your hand again. “Please?”
You wanted to scream ‘yes’ over and over again, as if he had just proposed to you. But something in you wanted to play hard to get. It felt so easy for you to tease Xavier, and seeing his very slight annoyance was amusing to you. “So…we’re dating?”
“If you accept me.”
“I guess…we’re dating then.” You attempted to contain your excitement with another swig of water. You felt like you were getting your first boyfriend in high school. It was giddy and unreal. You thought back to how you entered relationships back in college, but it all felt so casual compared to his loaded confession. This felt real and raw to you. And you wanted more. You were excited for every ‘first’ with him. All of a sudden, your past relationships didn’t count anymore.
“That doesn’t sound serious enough actually.” He pouted, sulking into his seat. “And you don’t sound that excited.”
You felt like jumping him like one of those jumpscares from another video game you enjoyed. Your mind was melting, screaming the word ‘cute’ over and over again. “Let me prove it to you then.” You said as you stood up and began to walk out of the restaurant. You saw how he fumbled with his wallet, taking out a wad of cash to leave on the table instead of waiting to pay with his card.
He caught up with you, interlocking your fingers together and dragging you faster with him. He opened the car door for you and continued to hold your hand for stability as you got in. It felt like that one scene from a movie where the guy held her hand as she got onto a carriage.
The car was freezing, but you were fully sweating. Your legs were shivering and you couldn’t tell if it was the rest of your body feeling cold, or if it was from excitement. You saw Xavier take swift steps around the car to get to the other side, fully ignoring oncoming traffic.
The two of you sat there for a few seconds. It felt awkward. You wanted him to take you right then and there, but you didn’t want to seem too eager. You were embarrassed that you were acting like a bunny in heat. It was all too new again and you didn’t want to ruin things. You usually never did anything on the first date either, but it felt different with Xavier. Especially since you had spent a lot of time with him already, it was as if every outing before was a date too. You looked at him, waiting for something. Anything.
“I’m trying really hard to build myself to take the both of us home, right now.” He closed his eyes and drooped his head, taking a deep breath.
“Why haven’t you started the car yet, then?” You rested your elbow on the center console of the car, putting your chin onto your palm as you continued to stare at him. “Are you waiting for something?”
“Are you?” He finally opened his eyes and glared at you, inching his face towards you. You could smell the slight coffee scent from dessert in his breath. His eyes glanced up and down your face, obviously looking at your lips that were in a pout as you grew impatient. “Your eyes…I’m quite patient, but when it comes to you…” His hand moved up to your face, his thumb barely grazing at your bottom lip that was jutted out.
“I actually feel like the most impatient one here,” you took a shaky breath in. “Xavier…”
His breath hitched and he leaned closer as if he was about to kiss you, his bottom lip almost touching yours. But his thumb separated the two of you. And then he let out a chuckle as he noticed your eyes were fully shut.
Xavier moved his face to the side of yours, reaching over to grab your seatbelt. His breath tickled your neck before he pulled back. His other hand pushed you by your shoulder, gently, to make you sit properly onto the chair. “You are.” A click of the seatbelt fully throttled you out of your thoughts. “Impatient.” He clicked his tongue and sat back into his seat, putting his own seatbelt on before pushing the button to start the car.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you got comfortable. You knew that he was teasing you, and you wondered how long he was able to keep his composure.
Xavier hummed along to the random song playing on the radio, tapping on the steering wheel. He was clearly amused with seeing you squirm in your own seat.
“You’re enjoying this,” you glared at him from the side, crossing your leg. Your foot tapped against the car, evident with your displeasure.
Another chuckle. “I told you…I want to see your reactions.” He reached over and poked you on your cheek. “All of them.”
You couldn’t fight down the smile that was playing on your lips as he said those words. It was flirtatious and teasing all at once, and you were so close to taking the steering wheel yourself to swerve the car into an abandoned parking lot.
Instead, you reached your left hand over and rested it on his thigh. You didn’t miss his tiny jump with the way he reacted. Nor did you miss the way his fingers twitched on the wheel. “How much longer until we get home?”
“Not soon enough…” Xavier answered through gritted teeth, his knees parted even more, making your fingers move closer to the inside of his thigh. You dragged it slowly more upward, teasing him with your fingertips. “B-behave…” His voice, which was normally soft, became strong and stern.
“I’m not doing anything…Am I bothering you?” You squeezed his thigh making him twitch again. You took your pinky and moved it closer to the growing bulge in his pants. “Maybe I’m not the only one that’s impatient, huh?”
Thankfully for the two of you, there were barely any cars on the road. And he was speeding up immensely. “I’ll be the judge of that.” His right hand moved from the wheel to your own thigh.
Your thighs squeezed onto his fingers out of surprise.
“Do you want me to stop?” He huffed out.
You couldn’t answer, you were afraid that your voice would break. Instead, you relaxed your legs and yourself onto the seat. And you moved your hand up on him, inviting him to mirror you. Your ring and pinky finger were rubbing him over his pants and you knew exactly what you were touching.
He wasted no time to cup your heat, two of his fingers finding your clit through your pants instantly as he pressed down. You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress any sound fighting to come out of you as you felt him. “Fuck…how long does it take to get home…” He moved his two fingers up and down, slowly. Too slowly for you. “You’re trembling.” He continued. “I’ve been thinking about how sensitive you are.”
A small moan came out of you and the hand that was on his lap slapped over your mouth as the other cupped over his own hand.
“Your expressions are telling me I’m doing a very good job…” You could hear the smirk in his voice as his thumb rubbed your thigh whilst the two other fingers pressed down on you. “At least let me hear that I’m doing good too, yeah?” His voice was deep and breathy, almost desperate and breaking.
You were just glad to see familiar buildings, knowing you were close to home. Your hand came down, gripping your seatbelt as you let soft moans come out of you. You knew words no longer existed, and yet you complied with his request.
“You sound so good, my star…” His fingers were rubbing small circles on you now, and you wondered how much you were leaking through the fabrics of your bottoms. You could feel the intense warmth in between your legs.
You were so focused on cumming that you didn’t realize that he had messily parked the car already. Both of your hands gripped at his wrist as he moved faster and harder against your core. Whimpers spilled out of your mouth until he nudged your face up with his nose to reach your lips. Engulfing you with a kiss as you slowly unfolded.
The position must have been awkward for him, but his slender fingers persisted whilst his other hand pushed your head closer to him. You gasped against him as your legs shook with intensity and you came just from getting rubbed over your pants.
“Did you like that?” He asked, breathing in your own breath.
All you could do was nod as you processed what had just happened. No one had ever made you feel that intense that you could cum just like that before.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smirked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
Xavier pulled back to take his seatbelt off and his hand moved to the engine button again, probably to fix his parking, but you instantly tugged on his shirt to pull him back towards you. “Sh-shouldn’t I return the favor…?” You asked, glancing at his crotch before realizing it was too dark in the garage to see anything.
He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. “Later…I promise.”
The elevator trip upstairs was sweet, unlike what happened in his car. There was slight disappointment in your chest, wondering what’s keeping him from taking you in that elevator. You wondered if the sound you made while you came was a turn-off or if his hand was hurting too much from the angle he was in. The little things that made you overthink were swarming your brain.
Then he hugged you from the back and pressed a kiss onto your neck. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
You held onto his arms that were around you. “Hmm…Just thought you wanted to…y’know.” You admitted.
He chuckled, his hair tickling your neck as his head moved as he reacted. “Are you disappointed? I just wanted to talk to you first…” He pressed himself closer to you and you could feel his sincerity. “Can’t you feel that I’m holding back?”
You rolled your eyes, “What’s so important that we have to-” You stopped talking as the elevator doors opened to your floor and you saw boxes outside of the unit beside you. “Woah, someone’s finally moving in.” You pulled away from Xavier and walked into the hallway of your floor to see if you could introduce yourself.
You could hear Xavier grumble behind you, along with his footsteps following you. Although you were excited to be alone in your home with Xavier, wondering what could happen next as the two of you were actually a couple. But the unit beside you had been vacant since the day you had moved in, so you were just hoping that it was a nice person.
And then you saw a very familiar face.
“Charlie?” You exclaimed as you ran up to the doorway, making your way through the boxes. “Woah! You’re my new neighbor!”
“Hey!” Charlie said, putting down the stand-mixer that he was holding. “What a coincidence!” He reached his arm out, motioning for a side-hug.
You were about to reciprocate until Xavier took his hand and shook it. An awkward scene, but you were too busy being surprised by how suspiciously polite Xavier looked. “Hi, I’m your neighbor too. I live upstairs.”
“O-Oh! Hello!” Charlie smiled at him warmly, but the warmth was not reciprocated by Xavier at all. “You’re the newest hire, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. And you’re the baker.” His hold on Charlie was firm, as if he was trying to show him up.
Charlie wiggled himself free from his grip and then motioned to the boxes. “I should finish unpacking.”
“Of course! We’ll leave you to it then…” You grabbed Xavier’s wrist and pulled him toward your apartment. You knew Xavier had something against him, which you actually found quite endearing, but you didn’t expect him to let it show. Despite how polite he tried to be, it was more condescending and obviously fake. Once the door to your place closed, you threw your stuff on the couch and went to the kitchen to make tea. “I can’t believe your best friend is living next to me,” you jested, almost snorting.
“Now that he’s your neighbor, are you going to invite him over for dinner too?” He stood by one of the counters of the kitchen, leaning his head against one of the cabinets. You couldn’t see his face too clearly, but that pout of his was prominent from his tone.
It wasn’t that you liked hearing him be sad or upset, but something about it made you want to tease him even more.
“Shouldn’t I?” You weren’t going to, but the idea of Xavier possibly breaking the door down was amusing to you. “Calm down, Xavi…I thought I heard the kettle whistling, but it was just the steam coming out of your ears.” You walked toward him and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb caressing him softly to loosen his frown. “Now what did you want to tell me that you’re keeping me waiting for?” You wrapped your arm around his neck to hook onto him and he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close to him.
His expression changed completely. The usually confident Xavier Shen looked like he was about to start trembling like a little chihuahua.
You raised an eyebrow at him and tilted your head, seeing if you could look into his blue eyes and look through his thoughts, but he started avoiding your gaze. “Earth to Xavier?”
“I’m Lumiere.” He said, his voice breaking a little.
You let out a nervous chuckle. “Come on, what actually do you have to tell me?” His arms loosened around your waist and one hand came up to rub the back of his neck, something he did when he felt awkward. “Are you secretly an alien? Like Clark Wayne or Bruce Kent or whatever?”
He took a deep breath and then looked you in the eyes. “I was going to tell you before I asked you out, but I never knew the time and whenever I’m with you I just…I really like you and I knew I needed to tell you before we went any further.”
You started staring aimlessly at his chest and then the ground trying to process what he was saying, but then he bent down to your gaze and tried meeting your eyes with his.
“Don’t be mad, please?” His voice cracked near the end, and you could tell it was taking everything out of him to tell you.
You didn’t know what you felt. It felt irrational to be mad because you didn’t even know what to be mad about. You were in some sort of state of shock. Your real-life crush was your online crush. On paper, you thought that sounded cute, but when it was happening to you in real time, you were just embarrassed. You talked about why you liked Lumiere to Lumiere himself. You even felt stupid for liking him because he was some faceless streamer that played a toxic game.
“Say something…” He quietly pleaded. Your name was whispered out of his mouth, like he was afraid of breaking it if he said it too loud.
And then the kettle did start whistling.
You dropped your hands from his neck and turned around to remove it from the stove. Without looking at him, you finally talked. “You should go home tonight. I have to think.”
“Ask me anything, please. I-” Xavier said, you could hear him getting closer to you.
“Please…just give me a moment, Xavier.”
“I’ll be one call away…okay?” He said. You could feel him so close to you, like his hand was trying to reach out for yours, but he thought otherwise and then walked out.
You left the boiled water on the counter, not really checking if you turned the stove off. And then you face planted right on the couch. You looked for something to be mad at and all the answers just pointed at being mad at yourself for not realizing sooner. You had suspicions, but for your long-time infatuation being your neighbor that turned into your coworker and friend was too good to be true. You just thought you were being too hopeful. Now you two were more than friends so you were sure you should have been happy.
And yet, you couldn’t pinpoint why you weren’t.
The whole weekend passed by and you didn’t leave the house, nor did you talk to him. Which made you feel even worse. Since you couldn’t find any reason to be upset at him, just at yourself, and you still ignored every message and knocked on your door that you knew was him.
You even woke up extra early the following Monday to take the train and avoid him. It was the first time you had taken the train in months, and on top of that, it was a quiet ride. You couldn’t even bring yourself to listen to music, your thoughts were loud enough.
And it was as if he knew because he showed up to work, looking less prim and proper as he took his seat in front of your desk, searching for any sign of you in you. Yet you averted your gaze.
It was suffocating being at your desk as your thoughts ran grew louder. It was as if everyone else could feel the tense air too as they worked quieter than usual.
The man you had pined over on the internet for months, almost a year, and the man you had been pining over in real-life turned out to be the same person. And you could feel his eyes glance over at you every other moment.
You still couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him, even though you really wanted to. You just felt humiliated.
Although you were trying to figure out when he would have told you, or if he would have ever told you. You knew you weren’t really obligated to know as of yet. You two had just started developing something more than friends.
You couldn’t focus on the codes on the screen as you were thinking back to everything you had said to the streamer that just so happened to be someone who was really close to being your boyfriend. You’ve had drunken nights where you complimented him a lot on your social media accounts, making thirsty statements about his hands. Yearning for the faceless man. You wanted to scream into your hands as you remembered that Xavier knew your username. He knew it was you. And now you knew it was him.
The moment it hit the time for your lunch break, you darted out of the office, heading up multiple flights of stairs until you reached the roof of the building. Your head spun like you were losing oxygen until you pushed the heavy door and felt the fresh air hit your face. Deep breaths.
Lumiere was Xavier. And Xavier was Lumiere. Somewhere deep down, you already knew. Even after trying to deny it. And now that it was fully confirmed, you wanted to scream. You wanted to cringe yourself into a black hole as flashes of interactions with lumiere kept going through your mind. You were on the “Lumiere X Reader” tags on fanfiction sites too.
It was hard to distinguish what you felt. Guilt, embarrassment, confusion…The mix was overwhelming.
A long and deep breath kept you from spiraling.
All you knew was that you still liked him. A lot.
Another deep breath.
Even if it was embarrassing for you, he still confessed to you even with the knowledge that you were one of Lumiere’s biggest fans. It was also better off that he told you from his own chest rather than finding out later on. The only thing that was keeping you away from him was your own cowardice.
Lumiere or not, you really liked Xavier.
With the newfound realization, you walked back towards your office with a new mindset. Along with plans in your head to talk to Xavier again. You craved your old routine back. You had grown too accustomed to being with him that it was tearing you apart that you weren’t doing the things you normally did.
You were coming up with things to say to him and finding segues to talking to him again. Different sorts of apologies and ways to apologize came to your mind. You wondered if you should follow him into the break room and say, ‘I’m okay that I completely embarrassed myself in front of you,’ and then kiss and make-up. It was multiple unrealistic scenarios straight out of a montage of a teen movie film.
Yet they were all interrupted as someone grabbed your wrist as you passed by the supply closet and pulled you into the dark room. Before you screamed, you heard a familiar ‘shhh’ and then the lights turned on.
Xavier was in front of you, bags visible under his eyes and clear signs of worry as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry I just…” He let go of your arm and stepped back, raking his fingers through his silver hair, taking a deep breath.
He looked like a mess, but it almost made you mad as to how good he looked despite it. The buttons of his shirt were misaligned and improperly tucked, mismatched socks, and one missing cuff link.
“You wouldn’t even look at me…and I didn’t know…” He started rambling.
You didn’t know how else to stop him, mainly because you were still in shock. And instead of being a rational person, stop him by saying ‘Hey! It’s fine!’ Instead you stepped on your tippy toes, grabbed his wrinkled collar and brought him down for a kiss.
Both of you seemed to have been in shock as you pulled away. “S-sorry. I just- Um, I wasn’t mad at you. I just felt kind of dumb for not connecting the two dots so-”
It was your turn to be stopped with a kiss.
Xavier pushed you back onto the shelf, one hand behind your head and the other above you, possibly to keep the shelf from falling down. He kissed you like you were the oxygen mask in a post-apocalyptic movie in space. Your eyes were still open and you could barely see that his eyes were squeezed shut until yours fluttered closed soon after.
He moaned softly as you kissed him back, like he was surprised by the affection you were showing after two days of ignoring him. “I thought…I screwed up…” He said, in between kisses as he gasped. And then he pulled away, putting his forehead on your shoulder, breathing heavily. “You’re not mad at me?”
You hummed, your hand on his shoulder. “I kind of am…You asked me so many embarrassing questions…turns out you just wanted to hear me praise you.” Your eyebrows knitted together, bothered by his audacity.
“I actually hate that you like Lumiere so much.” He grumbled against you. You could feel his teeth graze your exposed skin from your sleeveless top, as if he was going to bite you.
You scoffed. “You and Lumiere are the same person, didn’t you just say that?”
He pulled back to glare at you. “While Lumiere is funny and smart…I’m apparently corny and cocky.” He got closer to your face with each word. “He made the same joke I made a few days before and you’d roll your eyes at me. But I’m sure when Lumiere said it, you were laughing up a storm.”
You were still beating yourself up for everything, but the way he read you like a book made you want to disappear. You covered your face with your hands and cowered. “How long are you going to make fun of me? I’ll actually run away…” You mumbled into your fingers.
His small laugh made you warm up again, and then you felt his hands wrap around your wrists, prying them away from your face. One of his thumbs hooked under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. “Do you still like me?”
You slowly nodded.
“Okay, good.” He kissed the tip of your nose, light and sweet. His lips moved down to yours and your mouth was agape, waiting for something. But instead, he pecked your bottom lip softly and chuckled. “Let’s go back to work. I’ll take care of you later. We have time we need to make up.” He reached up above you again and grabbed a box of paperclips.
And then you were alone in the supply room.
The rest of the day was a blur. You were working on autopilot as you sped through every ticket in order to make sure that you were able to leave as soon as possible. The only time that it felt slow was when Xavier would look past his monitor to see you.
His expressions were normally hard to read, but it felt like everything was actually out in the open. And you could see from his almost-glowing blue eyes that he was rushing to the end of the work day as well.
As your humiliation was slowly dying down, your fascinations were coming back. You were so embarrassed that you couldn’t focus on the fact that you had actually liked one person for a long time. Your fingers worked away on the keyboard as you started to look on the brighter side of things.
You weren’t completely delusional after all.
The owner of the attractive hands was attractive himself. He was everything you thought you were and much more. Although, each time you thought of something positive about the situation, an embarrassing moment where you freaked out over something Lumiere-related to Xavier would pop up in your mind. And it made you want to slam your head onto your monitor.
Bright side. Bright side. Bright side. You thought to yourself.
The mantra became too much for your brain as you started to mutter it out loud while you were in the elevator with Xavier to get to his car. “Bright side of what?”
You looked at him wide eyed. “Huh?” You realized that Xavier looked brighter than that morning. He fixed his shirt and somehow unwrinkled everything, back to his prim and proper self. “I- uh…I am looking on the bright side of things.”
“So…you are still mad at me.” His eyebrows came together as he pouted.
You tapped your chin to think, letting him open the door for you. “No?”
Xavier cocked his head to the side before shutting your door and only replied when he got in the driver’s seat. “You didn’t sound very sure.”
“I’m just embarrassed! I don’t know how to explain that any further.” You groaned. “But if I get rid of…how many times you made me talk about Lumiere…I can focus on the bright side.”
He started the car and was quickly driving back to your place. “What are the bright sides then?”
“I’m dating my celebrity crush.” You beamed at him. “And I wasn’t that crazy thinking about him the way I did, because you really are my type!”
“Am I more your typ-” Xavier started but you instantly swatted his arm.
“Don’t ruin this.”
The two of you bickered about the logistics of him being jealous of you liking Lumiere despite the fact that Lumier equaled Xavier the entire car ride home. And the entire elevator up.
Except on the way up, instead of pressing your floor, he pressed his. “Now that you know…you can come over now, right?” He suddenly looked shy.
“You always said your place was too busy, I really was starting to think that the ‘other family’ theory was becoming plausible.” You huffed, a little exhausted from trying to understand his jealousy. Although you found it amusing as well. Dork.
“My stream set-up is in the living room.” He shrugged, walking to open his door as soon as the elevator let the two of you off. “I think it would’ve been too obvious.”
“Can I ask why you kept it a secret?” You played with the hem of your shirt while you waited for him to get his keys out to open his door. “Not to everyone, I get that. I mean…when you found out I liked Lumiere…you didn’t say anything.”
He paused before opening his door and then turned to you. “How would you have reacted?” Xavier opened his door and let you in.
You thought about your answer, but you were distracted by his layout. It was clean and organized. His furniture was modern, and yet it was still homey. “U-uh…I guess I wouldn’t have believed you. Well…”
“I was surprised to know that you’re starlight.” Xavier said, taking your bag from your hand to hang on his rack by the door. As he did so, his touch was soft and lingered long enough to know that it was on purpose.
“Please…that’s so…” You cringed, walking around the living room. It was the exact same layout as your place, but the way he decorated made it seem like a completely different place. You distracted yourself by taking in the scenery as the realization of being alone with him properly with a new relationship was settling in your bones. Warmth was flowing through you in more ways than one. “You knew me by name?”
“There’s only one starlight.” He said, following close behind you, And then he bent down, his mouth near your ear. “You’re still cringing at yourself, but would it make you feel better if the feelings were mutual this whole time?” His breath tickled you and sent signals directly to your lower area.
You awkwardly laughed, turning towards him. “Wha-”
“I, the faceless streamer, got excited seeing a certain viewer’s name in my chat.” He smirked down at you, walking forward as you walked back until the back of your knees hit his couch. “You had the same name on Tweeter and I went through your account too. Little glimpses of your life, very miniscule, and I was interested.” You fell back onto the couch and he towered over you, one knee beside your legs with both his hands on either side of your head to hold himself up. “Are we even now?”
You tried to swallow, but your mouth was dry. “W-what now?”
“A gentleman usually waits for the girl he likes to say yes…” His face inched closer down to yours, waiting as he flitted his eyes between your eyes and your lips.
“Then…yes.”
You never understood how ‘searing kisses’ existed in literature. Until you had that kiss with Xavier. Your entire face felt like it was on fire, growing throughout your body. The way his tongue met with yours, the feeling of one of his hands on the back of your neck, moving down to the lower part of your back. You kissed him back with just as much intensity as he kissed you, your hands exploring his chest, and you were sure that you ripped a few buttons clean off as you tried to get rid of as many layers as possible.
“Are you sure…?” He gasped against your mouth as your hands fumbled with his pants.
“Fuck, please…” You begged into his mouth.
Xavier readjusted the two of you on his couch, having you fully lay down and him settling in between your legs. He had even placed the pillows under your head so you could watch him properly. You watched as he ripped open your stockings impatiently, just to be able to remove your underwear properly. Your skirt was tossed to the side, along with your shirt, leaving you fully nude. “Fucking beautiful. I knew you’d be this beautiful…” He praised as he kissed your belly, moving upwards to kiss each breast, and then more upwards to your neck. He was still fully clothed, despite your shaky attempts of tearing his clothes off. You lacked the strength he had. But you felt his bulge through his pants on your bare core. You couldn’t help but seek friction by rubbing yourself against his clothed cock, making him wince against your neck. His free hand grabbing one of your breasts, as if to hold himself grounded. “I-impatient…Are you enjoying yourself?” His hips moved against yours. You had a feeling you soaked through his pants, but it felt like he got harder with each movement.
It was an odd sensation, but since it was with Xavier, everything felt too good. You were almost at the edge when he pulled back, making you whine.
He replaced the sensation with his hand. Xavier’s bare fingers were against you, no fabric in sight to separate the two of you anymore. “You’re so wet, starlight. Were you waiting for this?” Two fingers played at your entrance. “I can already tell…what your answer is…” He moved on top of you again to capture your lips, and at the same time, his fingers entered you.
It was hard to kiss him back as you moaned into his mouth. Everything was happening all the same time and you were overjoyed. His two fingers pumped in and out of you as his thumb rubbed against your clit. A small part of you wanted to be jealous of where he learned how to be good with his hands, but each movement sent shockwaves throughout your body. “Your entire body…is responding to me.”
“Please, X-Xavier…” You felt spit drip down from the side of your mouth and you were unaware if it was yours or his. “I n-need you.”
“You have me, baby.” He softly bit your neck as he got faster with his hands.
You threw your head back with almost a yelp, you were too close, but you wanted more. “F-fuck me, please. I can take it…I want it.” Adrenaline coursed through your veins, giving you just enough strength to say what you wanted.
Xavier sat back up and pulled his fingers out of you. “I never thought I’d hear you beg for me…I want to hear it more…” You watched as he removed his pants just enough to free his cock. Long and thick cock. You weren’t surprised, and you weren’t disappointed. He took the fingers that were inside of you and used your lingering slick to wrap around himself, stroking himself as he looked at you. “Do it again…”
You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed. “Please…please fuck me, Xavi…”
Instead of fucking you then and there, Xavier stood up and grabbed your wrist to make you follow him. Your legs wobbled with need and you could feel your excitement dribble down your thigh. “Come here…” He said through gritted teeth, pushing aside his chair and making you bend over in front of his desk.
His actions in getting you to his desk were rough, but the way he slowly entered you showed his restraint and care still. The way he held you up as you took his cock slowly through every inch until he was fully in. “Oh my fu- ngh!” You knew you had limited words now, your mind filled with sex.
“I knew you’d feel so good, starlight. I’ve been imagining this for so long…” He kissed your shoulder. “Tell me you had too…”
All you could do was nod as moans spilled out of your mouth at every thrust.
“Look at the screen, starlight.” He lifted your head gently by your hair, aiming your gaze at his computer monitor. The camera that was normally pointed at the keyboard was pointed right at you. He pressed on the spacebar and it was your reflection. It wasn’t recording you, but the big ‘Go Live’ button on the corner made you feel nervous.
And somehow more excited.
Xavier hissed behind you. “Fuck me…I knew you’d like this.” Another thrust into you filled the room with both of your moans. “Don’t you look beautiful…?”
“Y-you’re embarrassing me…” You grunted out.
Another thrust. Wetter and louder. Harder. “Really? It sounds like you’re really enjoying yourself. Look…” His hand moved down to hold you up with your chin. “Your words don’t match what’s happening here– ngh…” Another thrust. He squeezed your cheeks together with his thumb and index, making you pucker out your lips for the camera. “And here…you look so good around my cock…right?” The grip he had on your hip was so tight, but it somehow felt so good.
In just a few seconds, so many new interests came to your mind, being awakened inside of you.
You realized how long his arms were with the way he so easily maneuvered them around you. He moved his hold onto you to be able to put two of his fingers into your mouth. And like clockwork, you welcomed him right in. “Is this what you imagined while watching me play?” His other hand roamed up your waist, squeezing at every part of you that he could. “I’ve read what you’ve said about me…” He chuckled, referring to your fan account. “You’re doing so well…”
You hummed around his fingers, looking right at the screen. It was embarrassing to see how blown out you looked. Your eyes no longer looked like they were in your control. It was so high-definition that you could see the strings of spit dropping onto his desk as you sucked on his fingers. Xavier was barely on screen, but you could see the bottom half of his face. The smirk. You felt that it was unfair seeing as your chest softly bounced, fully nude and bare. Whilst Xavier still had his white button-up still on. Barely but still on.
“Careful with where your hands are, baby. One wrong move and Lumiere’s face reveal might get my whole channel banned…you wouldn’t want that would you?” He slowed down his thrusts, watching you intently and moving your hair out of your face with his other hand that wasn’t in your mouth still. “Or maybe you do? You talked a lot about me being so jealous…but I’ve seen you react to other thirst tweets about Lumiere.” He leaned closer to your ear, licking at your tongue as he looked at you through the screen. “You’re just as jealous as me, aren’t you?”
Your eyebrows knitted together as you nodded weakly, pushing your ass back onto him, silently begging him to keep going.
Xavier removed his fingers from your mouth, taking advantage of how wet they were to bring them down to your clit, rubbing small and soft circles just to tease you as he completely stopped fucking you. “Tell me who you like…say my name.”
Your knees were trembling even more. “X-Xavi…-er, p-please?” You turned back to look at him, the real him, trying to meet his blue eyes. You searched for the satisfaction, the pleasure that was contorting his face. “Xavier…I like-angh…you. S-so much.” You felt drool on the corner of your mouth and you knew you looked like a mess. You already saw it.
He pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the loss. And then he grabbed the chair that he pushed aside to sit you down in it, settling himself in between your legs. His cock radiated heat and looked slick in the dim light of the desk lamp. “Say it again.” He teased the tip at your entrance, hooking your legs onto his forearms as he gripped the armrests of the gaming chair. “Please, starlight?”
You wiggled in the seat, trying to get more comfortable. Your sweat made you slip easier around the leather chair. “Don’t…” You gasped as he moved his tip against your clit. “D-don’t call me that,” you whined.
“Why not, starlight? Isn’t that the name you made for me?” He chuckled.
You were breathing heavily as you glared at him. “Oh, so now you wanna be Lumiere…when it-” He slapped his cock against your tip this time, as if he hated the way you said a different name.
“Say my name,” he nearly growled. His blue eyes turned darker than ever. “You don’t want me to stop, right?”
You shook your head.
“Yet…it seems like you don’t want me to continue either.” He cocked his head to the side.
“X-Xavier…” You gave up, desperate for him.
“Hmm? What… Your voice is trembling. I can’t hear you…” He teased, pulling back.
“Xavier! Please!”
He chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance. “Good girl,” he said before fully entering you again. “Fuck…you’re so good.”
Only a little bit of you was worried about the neighbors. You wondered if Xavier was enjoying that other people could hear you. Especially one person downstairs. You were moaning loudly as he grunted while he fucked you.
You could feel every inch and hear every inch entering you. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, but you could see him staring intently at the place the two of you connected. You laid your head back on the chair and shut your eyes, taking in every movement as you got closer and closer over the edge.
But then he dropped one of your legs and grabbed your face again, gripping it tightly. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.”
And you don’t know what came over you as he said those words to you, but one look at him being rough made you instantly cum. Your head was thrown back again as your entire body shook and your walls pulsed around his cock. Your hands gripped and scratched at his arms, losing control of every limb.
“Holy fuck…you’re beautiful.” He gasped. “So…perfect.” He muttered as he leaned down to capture your open mouth with his, tangling your tongues together as he tasted everything. “I’ll never…get enough of this…” He said in between kisses. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum, starlight.” He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear. “Where do you want me…?” He whispered seductively in your ear.
“D-don’t say things like that so suddenly…I c-can’t hol-ngh…” And then you felt him speed up, making you cum again as you heard him grunt and moan by your ear. Up until you felt him spill into you. He kissed you again as he came inside of you, and you couldn’t tell if it was him or you leaking onto the chair. Neither of you cared as you kissed your way through every shockwave of your orgasms. “We’re not done yet, starlight…I said we had to make up for lost time, didn’t I?”
